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Rathan sat at a corner table and watched his companions leave. With the talking done, he sipped his drink while his gaze wandered around the tavern and his thoughts turned to the past.

Sorry still catching up at work from the long weekend.

Rathan shrugged his shoulders, "Trail cold. Trust in ancestors to show way."

Vi's laugh fell away in an instant, and she stared at Rathan with horror. "Oh, Rathan! That's horrible! You're whole tribe? I'm so sorry!" She knew terrible things had happened during the war, but she'd remained largely unaffected by it. "How do you know it was a Warforged that did it? I didn't realize that the Talenta Plains were warring with Cyre."

Rathan continued grimly, "Same way I know bear ate antelope or path deer take. I follow sign." He paused as he tried to find the words and continued, "War not only reason to kill"

Rathan awoke late the next day with the scent of the halfling with the blond curls still fresh in his bed. Content he completed his morning ablutions and made his way down to the common room of the Broken Anvil.

"What of you, Rathan? Will you come with us as we take Bronwyn on a tour of Sharn? Or is there something we can help you with? Why have you come to Sharn? If we are to be tribe, you need to tell us everything." Vi said that last with a wink," glancing at the blushing yellow-curled server.

Before Rathan could answer, Bronwyn interjected, "Maybe not every-thing. Feel free to omit last night."

Rathan looked at his companions with a smile and quickly glanced at the yellow haired serving girl, "A hunter doesn't share all his secrets." He quickly added, "Thank you but I will stay here today and enjoy sights."

He attacked his breakfast and turned serious as he continued, "My tribe was samll. It slaughtered by one of the Soulless... I mean Warforged." His gaze tunred menacing, "I track down and kill."

Stuck at work. will not be able to do a lengthy post til later tonight or tomorrow morning USA.

As they ate, they were well attended - in fact, over-attended - by giggling serving girls. Amused, Vi said to Rathan, "You're causing quite a sensation here, you know. That one with the yellow curls particularly likes you. You should talk to her."

Rathan raised an eyebrow at Vi's comment, "No need waste time talk, already know answer."

"So, what's the plan? Stay here tonight on her ladyship's coin? Or back to your humble abode? Personally, I plan on taking advantage of the very soft beds upstairs."

As he watched the halfling with the yellow curls Rathan agreed, "Me take advantage of bed too."

Action 1:

Rathan patiently waited for his mistress to arrive. Having spent many weeks in her service he knew she did not measure time like everyone else and would get here according to her own schedule.

Action 2:

One of the healers identified the potions for them before leaving. "We should give the healing potion and cloak to Bronwyn," Vi said, knowing the wizard couldn't use regular armour. "Rathan, you take the other potion - it'll probably be most use in your hands. I'd like the tanglefoot bag, if you don't mind."

Rathan found it amusing to see the outlanders fascination with things and added with a shrug of his shoulders, "Things no matter." Nevertheless he picked up the proffered potion and pocketed it.

Sorry for the short post I have family over for the weekend.

Action 1:

Weak from his exertions Rathan took a moment to gather his strength and leaned against the wall as he tried to slow his breathing. Slowly he caught recognized the words his companions spoke and listened to the conversation about the Warforged and their souls. Happy to be proven right he adds through his labored breaths, "Soulless like I said."

Action 2:

Rathan stayed quiet as the two woman debate the Warforged. Instead he focused on his surroundings worried that another ambush is ahead.

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Feed back: I agree the fight did seem easy but I think if a couple of rolls went differently it would have been a close call. That being said you might want to give us fewer action points per level.

Happy Thanksgiving to those in the USA. Everyone else Happy Thursday!

Round 3

Feeling his strength begin to ebb the barbarian mustered all he had left into his next swing. Rathan hefted his Tangat over his head and brought it down with a thundering crash into the renegade Warforged's chest. Sparks flew as the Tangat penetrated deep into the construct's mechanical apparatus.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (6) + 1 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Rage, Power attack, Reckless Rage, Used 1 AP, Used 1 Destined strike, and Used 1 Adaptable Luck; Also, that was my last round of rage.

That's all I got hopefully that helps.

Round 2

Rathan felt his collar bone crack under the Hobgoblin's blow. His legs buckled for a second before the barbarian felt the Anger rise from deep inside him. With strength reserves he didn't realize he possessed Rathan swung his Tangat at his opponent cleaving deep into his neck.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Rage, Power Attack, Reckless Rage

Round 1

Rathan dodged the Hobgoblins blow and returned a powerful strike of his own. The cagey mercenary dodged the barbarians strike and grinned evilly at his diminutive opponent. Sensing his companions were getting bottle-necked behind him Rathan stepped in-between his opponents.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

5 ft step toward Vi

All I will be on the road tomorrow and will not be able to post until the evening. Please bot me if needed after Vi posts. Rathan will not rage (unless the fight lasts more then three rounds) he will rely on power attacking and his luck.

Rathan helped the last of his companions up the shaft and paused to catch his breath. After a moment, "Door still shut, we need go quick back."

He moved over to the door and placed his ear against it, hoping that Bronwyn's fears of an ambush are unfounded. With a grin he announced, "No hear nothing"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Statement. Why would a bird want to jump into a pit, whatever the state of its health?" Palisade said, clearly preplexed. "Unless it seeks to launch a surprise attack."

"No it story to show only dumb bird would jump into pit with no way out," Rathan tried to explain.

After his companions drink from the well Rathan made his way over to the dangling rope. The heavily muscled barbarian easily pulled himself up the rope hand over hand. He dangled for a moment and swung his legs up kicking the hatch open.

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16 To kick open the hatch if needed. Also used adaptable luck.

I'll climb first.

"We need go quick," Rathan submitted. He looked to Bronwyn and shook his head, "A bird with a broken wing does not jump into a pit." The halfling began to mime climbing and tying a rope around his waist as he offered, "You need learn climb. Now I climb, tie rope around you and pull you up."

Bronwyn rolled her eyes. "That sounds a little dramatic. You've never lied once in your life? If that's the case then you're a better person than I and I probably don't deserve to be in your tribe either."

"Depends on lie," Rathan offers with a shrug of his shoulders.

Looking at the items they had found, Vi admired the chain shirt. "Would you like this, Rathan? It's a bit better than what you're wearing. I assume, Bronwyn, that you'd rather not wear it and risk losing a spell?"

Rathan looked at the fine chain shirt and then looked down at his well worn hide armor. He moved closer to examine the new armor and hefted it gauging its weight. The barbarian brought the new armor up to his face and smelled it. He made a face and quickly brought the armor away from his nose. He shook his head emphatically as he put the armor down, "Smell funny, me no want. Someone else who wants to smell funny can have."

Feeling emboldened by Bronwyn's words, Vi turned to Rathan. "I never really lied to you. Arleth is a very real part of me. I've spent more time as her than I have in this form. There's nothing about her that's not real, that's not me. It's just not the whole story. I have lots of other Faces, and they're all - well, mostly - parts of me too."

As Rathan listened to Vi's words Rathan is reminded of what it is like to be alone in the world. He hesitantly remarks, "New beginnings start when old beginnings end. We tribe but I watch."

Then the wizard fixed her gaze on Rathan, "You said we were a tribe. Did you lie too? Vi's true form shouldn't change the fact that she's fought by our sides when she could have run away."

Rathan carefully considers Bronwyn's words before he replied, "Tribe not lie." He pointed at Vi, "One lie can undo a lifetime of good"

After Rathan dispatched the last beast he feels the strength drain from his body. He ignored the Warforged that crashed to the ground and the halfling rushed over to Arleth's side. He is about to ask how how Arleth is doing when he noticed her appearance. Rathan began feel the bile rising in his throat and with barely veiled disgust muttered, " A skin changer."

As Bronwyn questioned the changling the halfling tightened his grip on his blade and cautioned his student, "Be wary, they not trusted."

Rathan watched Arleth fall to the mechanical contraption and all reason left the halfling. In a mad frenzy he charged the beast swinging his blade wildly.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Charge+Power attack
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Rathan stared in disbelief as the mechanical canine continued its attack. He tried to use the momentum of his last attack as he swung his Tangat at the damaged beast. The barbarian growled in frustration as his blade bounced harmlessly off the beasts snout. Trying to comply with Bronwyn's plan Rathan takes a step to the west, "Fry them!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Rathan was about to respond to Arleth when he felt a deep red anger boil inside him as the mechanical dog's teeth sank into him. He used that anger as he lashed out at the hound that bit him.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

power attack, reckless rage, &rage

Rathan looked down into the room below noting the rooms contents. Not seeing any obvious threats he considered jumping down into the room below but prudently decided against it.

He started to rummage through his pack and muttered softly to himself, "Rope." Finding what he was looking for he looks for a place to secure his grappling hook on the crumbling rooftop.

Once the rope is secured the barbarian advised the women, "I first." Then he lowered himself hand over hand into the rubble strewn room. Upon reaching the bottom he immediately drew his blade and waited for the others to follow.

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Rathan nimbly jumped down after Arleth landing a little less gracefully than the woman. He quickly recovers and draws his Tangat while he peered around the room every fiber of his being alert for danger, "Can you open?"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Shakes head, turns off news, goes back to blissful fantasy :)

"You shouldn't go in alone because there's no telling what else is inside. But opening the door from the inside seems like the best bet." Bronwyn had her doubts about Palisade and Squeak making the climb. And if the roof was already damaged, then that much extra weight may cave the whole ceiling in. "Maybe Rathan can go in with you and I can provide aerial support from the roof while Palisades and Squeaky secure the ground area."

Rathan listened to the counsel of his student and agreed with her assessment, "Wise not to go alone."

"I go," He offered while he examined the wall in front of him. After a moment the diminutive barbarian scampered up the side of the dilapidated building. Once on top he called down to Bronwyn, "You try."

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Hmmmm.....I wonder."

Arleth pulled her notebook out of her pack and leafed through the pages. It was filled with sketches of people, and close-ups of various features - elven ears, shifter teeth, colourful gnome hair. Finally she came to the page she was looking for - dragonmarks. "Jorasco, Orien, Vadalis...here it is, Cannith."

Staring at the sketch of the dragonmark she'd seen once before, Arleth concentrated on replicating it. Soon a swirling least mark of making appeared on her arm. "It's not real, just a trick. But maybe the door won't know the difference."

Hoping that her long-shot would pay off, Arleth held her fake 'mark up against the symbol on the door.

Rathan watched the Dragon Mark appear on the guides arm. He does not know her or her abilities well enough and asks, "More magic do you have?"

TAG Arleth

Rathan pondered his students suggestion and listened to the Warforged. He shrugged his shoulders then gestured with his blade, "I help get fluids out from Palisade if need.

Action 1

Rathan rushed up between the two hulking Warforged, his Tangat glistened with the blood of his last foe as he brought it down on the last rat.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Action 2

Rathan examined the foundry with senses honed on the unforgiving Talenta plains. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he saw the rocks perched above the entryway. He is about to make his companions aware of the hazard when one of the Warforged pointed the danger out. He nodded his head in agreement with Palisades assessment, Rocks are not good rocks."

With little hesitation the diminutive warrior carefully approached the entrance and lookeed for the trigger that would release the deadly barrage.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 To find the trigger

Rathan looked the razored tooth rodent in the eye as he dodged the creatures bite. Once again the savage Halfling swung his blade in a powerful downward stroke. This time he felt his blade bite deep into the rats armored flesh. Triumphantly he yelled, "Rats are RATS."

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Crit: 1d20 ⇒ 1

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Power attacking, if the rat dies he moves toward the rat on Squeek.

Bronwyn looked at the approaching rats with disgust and fascination. She recognized the creatures and began to recite what she knew as if reading from a textbook. In a somewhat bored voice she says, "Those are horrid rats that have armored plates on their bodies and their bite secretes acid so don't let them bite you. Horrid animals are dire animals that have been reshaped and bred for battle by the Gatekeepers who are a militant sect of druids."

Action 2

The savage warrior held his ground and lifted his tangat over his head ready to sever one of the rodents if it approached.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Declaration. This one will live and die for Lady d'- Bronwyn's pleasure," Palisade announced proudly. "Protection will be afforded to each member of the party depending on their continued existence's projected value to La- Bronwyn's well-being."

Arleth slung an arm around Rathan's shoulder. "Don't mind them. They're programmed to watch for Bronwyn first. We're all secondary to them. I don't think they can help it. I'm happy to be part of your tribe, and we will all watch out for each other."

Squeak looked thoughtful - inasmuch as his blank features looked anything.
"This word, 'Tribe'. I've heard of it of course, but your usage makes me think it similar to the word 'Unit'. Palisade and I were members of a 'Unit' a long time ago. Most of them are gone now. The damn Peace did more damage than years of war."

"While we are under orders to protect Bronwyn, my observation of her over the last few years has convinced me she is worth protecting in her own right. She is very.... Squeak struggled with a concept his upbringing had no word for "... Cute?"

Rathan struggled to follow the conversation but could tell they knew about the purpose of a tribe when Arleth put her arm around his shoulder. He felt a feeling he thought long suppressed, a feeling he thought vanished when his tribe was slaughtered, a feeling of welcome. He could only mutter a hasty, "Thanks."

Action 2

"Looks like we found the place,"Arleth said, as she carefully eyed the foundry. Holding an arm out, she prevented anybody from approaching. In a whisper, she said, "We're not alone - somebody is watching us."

"I see it, many eyes in shadows," Rathan added after he almost bumped into Arleth's out stretched arm. He releases his grip on his blade and points toward the watching eyes, "There many eyes"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Arleth sat back on the scorched grounds, breathing heavily. Bronwyn looked like she would live, as did her large protectors. Turning to Rathan, she said, "That was quick thinking, thanks."

Once the immediate issue of Lady d’Deneith’s health had been dealt with, Palisade inclined his head at Rathan to express its gratitude. ”Individual Rathan, this one is grateful of your sacrifice of the potion for La- Bronwyn’s benefit,” it grated, nodding its head at the short-statured tribal warrior. ”This one is most pleased that you have correctly understood the importance of Lady- Bronwyn’s existence compared to that of lesser individuals.”

Rathan looked at his companions puzzled by their thanks, On the plains tribe takes care of tribe. But these outlanders weren’t of the plains Rathan reminded himself and he found their ignorance worrisome. Were they not supposed to take care of each other, he wonders.

He awkwardly acknowledges their thanks with a slight bow of his head, ”We are tribe.” He pauses and scratches his head as he searched for the right words, ”Sticks in a bundle are unbreakable.” With a desperate look on his face he adds, ”Do you not sacrifice for each other?”

Tag Palisade, Arleth

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@ Fabian: No worries, will try to do better

Action 1

Rathan examined the mass of stuck bugs. With a large grin he looked to Squeak and suggested, "Fire burn."

Action 2

After the chaotic encounter with the beetles the serenity of the room had a calming effect on the barbarian. He looked around at the scratchings and ignored the incomprehensible markings.

Rathan watched his student fall and rushed to Palisade's side as he moved her away from the swarm. He quickly looked at her wounds and shook his head in despair at the bleeding puckered mess of her body. He removed a vial from his pouch, waving it in the air, and yelled, "Someone give this her."

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Move action = Move to Palisade
Standard action = Remove potion of Cure light wounds.

Unfortunately there is nothing Rathan can do against swarms. No further action at this time.

I knew I should have brought an alchemist fire. The good news, for me, is I can out run it (I think).

Rathan watched the swarm advance with dread as he had seen similar vermin eat the flesh off a fleet claw in seconds. With out hesitation he follows Arleth and yells, "Fire kills it.

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moves 10 feet further then Arleth. Perhaps I can lead it away and double back?

Rathan waited for his chance and made his way down the rope making the task look easy. Although he disagreed with closing the hatch he kept silent on the matter.
climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Action 2

The light from her ioun stone didn't go far. Arleth could tell that the place was big, and crumbly, but not much more than that. "Anybody got some light that'll go a bit further here? Nice to know what we're stepping into."

Rathan reaches into his pack and offers a sunrod to Arleth, "You can use this."

While Arleth made her preparations to decedend down the hole Rathan removed his Nightdrops from his pouch. He carefully placed a drop into each eye.

As his night vision improved he grunted, "I ready to go down if Arleth cry for help." While the guide is lowered Rathan peers down the hole looking for trouble.

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Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Action 1

Rathan shrugs his shoulders as Squeak packs up the soul of the vanquished warforged, Maybe it will bring him power to keep his enemy’s soul.

Action 2

Bronwyn yelped and took a step back as light revealed the writhing insects covering the walls. "I am not going in there with those." The thought of one of them on her neck made her shudder and involuntarily brush the back of her neck.

Rathan nodded his head in agreement as he gazed down the hole and saw the mass of bugs. He looked to Bronwyn and suggests, ”Fire, clear way.”

Rathan nodded his head approvingly at Bronwyn's actions, "Very wise magic." He refused to touch the warforged's soul advising the others, "When you pick up one end of the stick you pick up the other end too."

He bent down, retrieved his tangat and sheathed it, taking a seat on the steps he announced, "Me tired, me rest." He sits back and watches the others look at the lifeless object.

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Fatigued for 3 rounds.

A plate on the dead warforged’s chest clicked and slid open. From its depth came out what could only be another humming bird. The thing flitted about and made for the stairs…

Rathan watched in amazement as the forged soul made its way out of its chest and began to fly away. He dropped his tangat and lunged at the erratically flying contraption, "I catch."

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Grapple: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

1 more round of rage

The tangat ripped artificial chords and lodged itself deep between two armored plates. The forged screamed and struck out with his rapier but the nimble warrior was just not there.

"You lie, this isn't painful at all," Rathan quipped as he slipped under the Warforged's guard and thrust his Tangat deep.

Tangat: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + (5) + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Attack bonuses +2 rage, +1 insight, +1d6 AP, -1 Power attack, -1 reckless rage
Damage bonuses +3 str, +3 rage, +3 Power attack, +3 reckless rage

Standard Action=Attack
Move Action= MOve away if the warfoged falls (toward his companions.)
Destined Strike = free action
Used AP = ? action
power atack and reckless rage
Used 1 AP, 1 Destined Strike, 1 round of rage

The brute, who moved eerily quiet for someone with his body make-up, cursed as he was discovered. He yelled, “You have the provost’s journal.” It did not seem like it was a question. “Give the book to me, and you can live to see another day. Refuse, and we will make your deaths slow and painful.”

"I like it no other way," The halfling announced as he drew his weapon. He stepped forward, letting his rage over take him, and brought his blade down in an overhand chop at the warforged, "Arrrrg!"

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Tangat: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + (3) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Attack bonuses +2 rage, +2 luck, +1d6 AP, -1 Power attack, -1 reckless rage
Damage bonuses +3 str, +3 rage, +3 Power attack, +3 reckless rage

5ft step (toward warforged)
Draw weapon = move action
Rage = free action
Attack = Standard Action
adaptable luck = non action
Used AP = ? action
activated rage, power atack and recless rage
Used 1 AP, 1 adaptable luck, 1 round of rage

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Action 2

Rathan eyed the flowing water suspiciously. Knowing that they must get into the water to continue he advises, "Animals not even wallow in their own dung." He shakes his head, "I last go."

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As far as marching order goes I think Rathan should go in the front or the rear. I say the back because he has the best movement and can get to where he needs to be quicker. How about: P-A-B-S-R (first initals of PC's

What is the lighting?

One of the oily shifters neared the ladies and made of gesture of smelling their way. He commented something to his friend who laughed at the remark.

The 'smeller' then approached Bronwyn and Arleth, "You ladies need a guide? My friend and I can guide you both to stars and back." His friend howled like a wolf, "So you ladies here for a taste of the real life?"

Rathan held his tongue and waited to see how his student handled the situation, A child who is carried everywhere never learns to walk.

Catching all this talk about a guide, the goblin heading the market once more hawked his wares, "How about a nice cheese for the lady over there? Look at this magical ring, slightly dented but still worth its weight in gold. What about this arcane pen? Straight from House Sivis. How much do you think it's worth? And what about knowledge of where of the location of Cluster E-213? How much is that worth to the right explorers?"

Rathan had just finished supplicating his ancestors when the Goblin spoke up. He advises Arleth, "Best give creature what it wants. He put in path by ancestors."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 2 = 3 On Goblin

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Nice rolls Arleth/Vi! Me not so much

The goblin merchant pulled them from under some dirty clothes, “Ah yes, a discerning customer. I’ll take 5 gp for both magical sunrods. Smokeless light for those not lucky enough to see in the dark. Very practical here. So, you want?”

"I want," Ranthan announced while he took the coins from his purse and handed them over to the goblin. He placed the sunrods in his pack before continuing with the party.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Rathan observed the terrain of the under-city like hunter on the trail of prey, looking for pitfalls and obstacles that might obstruct his path. The packed shifting masses and twisting warrens of the under city made it hard for the barbarian to get a feel for the dangers that might befall the party. His head swiveled around, side to side, overwhelmed by chaotic activity around him. He muttered to Arleth, "The ancestors no want me to wander around here for eternity. Best find guide." Rathan searches inward trying to listen to his ancestors on the best way to proceed.

Knowledge (any): 1d20 ⇒ 12

Trying to see if he knows where to find a guide. He can make knowlege rolls untrained 1/day thanks to a trait.

Action 1

Arleth wrote:

"There's 20 gp each," she said. "Is there anything you need to do or buy before we head out?"

Bronwyn smiled. "I think you mean 50gp each. I don't have time to scribe any scrolls but I think it best if I pick up a scroll or two or else another healing potion to take with me."

Rathan smiled with pride as his student caught the mistake. He enthusiastically slapped her on the back, ”Good, by trying often the young Glidewing learns to fly.”

Arleth wrote:

"Rat's Market. They come and go, show up any old place down here. It's mostly garbage, though sometimes the cellar dwellers come up with something interesting. Usually stollen or illegal."

The wizard nodded. "That's what it looks like to me. I wonder what they're shoving each other about?" Bronwyn craned her neck to see if she could see what was on the blanket.

”Make way we come see what rat’s sell,” Rathan announced as he moved through the crowd and tried to see the wares for sale.

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Healing and light (sunrod or torches) are what I have come to look at

Arleth smiled, hoping to diffuse the tension. "If you believe cake does not have a soul, then you have not eaten good cake. When we are done with this mission, I will treat you all to khaal and cake at Tanglewood Cafe. Then we can at least argue about souls on a full stomach."

"Food is always welcome, but it is easier to fill an empty belly than an empty head." Rathan replied with a bow.

Really tired will post more tomorrow :)

All good!

"That must be very comforting." Squeak said, and nodded. "I can see that having a sort of... backup plan must be very reassuring. Do I take it from your comment about valued deaths that you regard this life as a chance to acquire status among your deceased ancestors, so as to improve your lot?"

"Sadly, as we have no 'afterlife' as such 'Forged need to fear death. Lacing true immortality we must make do with agelessness and an ability to be repaired." Squeak's eyes shine bright as he comes to an idea "Unless our neural patterns were encoded into a form that could be transferred to an off-site backup after destruction of the body! That could have been what the 'Forged we fought did! That construct could have been its 'soul' winging its way back to a 'heaven' where a new body awaited it!"

He bows to the halfling "Thank you. Your comments have helped me to an epiphany. One day soon I, too, will have a soul. I think I will make mine bright red - I understand dark colours are frowned upon in souls."

Rathan looked please at Squeks understanding about valued deaths but as the conversation continued the halflings confusion was clearly visible. However, Rathan's face brightened as the Warforged thanked him for the learning and he congratulated himself, I'm a natural teacher. If only my other student was this quick a study, he sighed as he look at Bronwyn.

"Your, welcome. It is the duty of the learned to share one's wisdom,"

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I am going to be on the road/work until 10pm(eastern). Will not be able to post until then. Have fun!