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Yeah, sorry. I feel like this game isn't really compatible with the style of game I like to play, especially with my new work schedule taking so much of my energy, so I'm going to have to bow out of this one. I did have a lot of fun, and I hope this continues for you guys.
Marwan takes Patricia's hand in his own emaciated one and bows slightly. "Of course, we only met during the attack did we not? I am Marwan del Hechizo, Vurespanian mage. I've lived a half mile or so outside this charming village for a little less than a year now. I live in the woods for the sake of my privacy, but I was raised in a similar village in my home country, so I would be happy to stay in the area for a long while. My own home has seen some... changes in culture I could not tolerate so I left to pursue my own life elsewhere, and the winds of chance blew me to your shores. I quite like it here though, so if you'll have me I'd love to stay. As for Lord Calex, he'll be coming along as well, though I believe he's dealing with finding housing for those soldiers you mentioned with that Marcus fellow. He's quite busy in the few days we have."
Marwan walks up behind her. We don't, but unfortunately a roving band of orcs isn't something that could be ignored, and something is uniting all these races that I've never heard to work together. Even if we weren't looking for her, anything that can form armies and bully giants is something I would rather face away from here."
Marwan nods his assent, finishes his preparations to leave and goes to meet Patricia.
Wish I had answers for you man, but I don't. Good luck.
Marwan comes walking in from the other direction, having just used his magic to heal a fractured finger from a stray hammer. "We have a starting point in the swamp. There may be secrets to their fortress there."
Marwan goes about gathering food for the party.
Sorry, my new job has me working 16-hour days Wednesday and Thursday and another 8 on Friday. That makes posting on those days difficult, especially since it's in the middle of nowhere. Between that and kind of feeling like Marwan has little personally involved in this scene and I've slowed down again. Sorry for the delay folks- I had my car impounded and had to spend a few days with friends to get to work. And in a purely unrelated aside, don't buy a used radar detector...just saying... Yikes.
Marwan follows after everyone else, still prepared to use his hex on the old woman. I still don't like that.
Marwan doesn't like the way this is going and prepares to Slumber Wanthgreame if she resists, hoping Ravena won't have to kill her.
Marwan stays near Ravena, silently observing.
"Certainly. It wouldn't do to have only one friend show up with a group of strangers."
Marwan is yet unused to the adventuring lifestyle, being an emaciated academic and village medicine man before recent events. He comes tumbling out of the elves' home slightly late and only mostly recovered. "Good morning everyone. I'm quite ready to approach Mistress Gresham and see where that leads us. I'm not readjusted to the road life just yet."
Sorry guys, the hiatus and generally slow pace of this game have made me kind of neglectful. I'm back now.
"That sounds lovely, Calex. I'd love some food that we didn't catch ourselves. I'll see if we can find some place for you, friend." Marwan taps Tom on the arm. "Don't go too far, the people here have been through a lot and they might be startled by your presence. They're good people, though, and I'm sure they'll warm up to you."
"Agreed. We don't want to simply appear at her door, and the community needs to know we've brought back the prisoners."
Wow. Glad I don't do that kind of stuff.
"I don't know if we should all visit Wiscarra at once. Perhaps only Ankitah, Calex and Stolos, for example. The rest of us could see what we could do around the village so we don't look like we're crowding her."
Marwan continues caring for the wounded and participates in their conversations as much as he can. "It is not so different from where I had my childhood. The small villages were vulnerable during the rebellion. Unfortunately many simply left to live in larger more defensible settlements. Those that didn't often had powerful defenders of their own: fearsome warriors leading trained men rather than militias armed with pitchforks or powerful mage working as the village wise men like I was trained to do. Unfortunately these tafganor are fearsome indeed. We left a man named Marcus when we came to find you, and he seemed capable. I'm sure he is doing splendidly in leading the construction and defensive efforts."
Marwan rubs his beard and looks up to the sky while he paces next to the disk, keeping an eye on Cicily in case her condition worsens. Maybe that's this Red Lake Fortress Tuwo-, Tsuo-, Fue-, Thuomanunh mentioned. Marwan struggles wrapping his mouth around the giant's name, the phonics being quite different from his native language. He looks sheepishly at the giant. Forgive me, friend, that is not an easy name for a Vurespanian tongue I'm afraid. In any event, we ought to get Cicily back to the village. She needs to rest, and I'm sure many will be glad to see she is safe.
Perhaps we don't need to fight all the orcs and ogres, simply removing Lograd migh cause them to fall into disarray. Neither of those races are known for orderly and peaceful transitions of power.
I agree. If this Lograd has been aggressive against the giants it is only a matter of time before they invade Woodbridge outright.
I'll stick around too.
Marwan chuckles. "Please, do not call me 'sir'; I am a hermit living in the middle of the woods, technically squatting, I believe." He holds up his new items "I'll need more time with this bag but this scarf provides the effects of a suit of armor without hindering one's ability to cast spells. Myself or Sir Calex would probably benefit most from this."
Marwan grabs the newer-looking clothes and follows the rest of the group, examining them thoroughly both with his eyes and casting detect magic.
Marwan looks over the scroll after gently putting the other items down on the floor. Let me see.
Seeing that Cicily is recovering well Marwan accompanies Stolos to re-examine the sarcophagus. Hope the map is still usable. Anything buried with such a legendary figure must be significant.
Marwan looks over Cicily looking for wounds, then hexes her.
Marwan goes to check on Cicily and patch up any wounds she may have sustained.
I've played and enjoyed those rules, though Marwan is likely useless in a chase.
Marwan just runs after Ravena and casts adhesive spittle.
Are we still in combat?
Marwan brings his crossbow to his shoulder, exhales and fires.
Marwan draws and loads his crossbow. Ye gods, what have we come to?
Marwan moves up near Darlene and fans his hands out as if throwing fistfuls of something very small. Audebt. Goureshoodt!
The big one is a troll! Kill it with acid or fire! Marwan tries to hex it to sleep.
Marwan scowls intently at the wands, furrowed brows looking almost cartoonish. ... nothing. I have nothing. He stretches his shoulders and points to the wall. Down the tunnel then?
My apartment building got suddenly closed as I was in the middle of finals week but I'm still here.
Allow me to examine those wands. Perhaps I can discover their uses in less... poetic and more explicit terms. Marwan casts Detect Magic and begins examining the wands.
Marwan goes to patch up the remaining injuries.
Please don't sell yourself short. I doubt I would have injured anything but myself had I tried to do what you do.
Marwan waves his hands and fans his hands out, shooting fire again.
Marwan moves to the right and blasts out a cone of flame from his fingers. Burn! Wish I were strong enough to control it.
Oh I see. Should have guessed it had more than 3 HD.
Figures the one time we find undead. Can I ask why? I couldn't find anything about size limitations in RAW. I'm not trying to argue just kind of confused.
Stone giants, they should be extinct. I don't know if this will work, but please stand back. At the appearance of the giant skeleton Marwan starts to chuckle. Thankfully I do, master Calex. Marwan points his hand at the skeleton and starts muttering and then his voice grows to a shout. Dernan, orget VODCH!
I wouldn't count on it. If we go down there and it decides we can't be trusted it will probably kill us.
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