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One more seek to join. Room enough is there?

Got your message, Mr. Swire.

"I am unsure why, but the 'adventuring party' makes me wonder. Do either of you know what the proxy looks like?" Gray askes Swire and Reghar.

perception (1d20=7) sight based; all other types would be 9

"The spirits tell me: we shall know him when we meet him."

"The hide used for this armor is black."

"At last." Reghar says with menacing hunger.

Reghar shrugs. He doesn't care much for what awaits on the other side, so long as he is nearer to his goal. He needs to spill some blood and soon.

"Ready to go."

"Swire, we gotta go!"

Paging Dr. Allcome!

Intrigued, Reghar joins Mr. Swire. "No one has really done this?"

I think Thorn would be telling the truth when he says that he has no intention of resurrecting the subject. It would the guys from the source who would have such intention, yes? For our part, our intention is to take the remains.

Pointing at the advertisement, "They mean 'strong' when they say 'stout,' yes?"

Reghar Bloodseeker wrote:

"So you mean one has to be strong... stronger than the metal that you mold and forge with such ease. If that is the case, know that I value strength."

"Oh, you can't actually be thinking of joining these berks! They promise you all the power in the universe, but they never say when you get it, do they?"

"Can you prove my friend wrong...that there is power in the Foundry? Show us around. Give us a tour of the place." Reghar demands of the guards.

"So you mean one has to be strong... stronger than the metal that you mold and forge with such ease. If that is the case, know that I value strength."

"You are the Believers, yes? What are the requirements for membership?"

"Sirs? He means Thorn, I think. Or was it O.L.L.I.?"

Reghar Bloodseeker wrote:

"Let's go find our quarry."

On second thought, I'll keep the spear and shield. I have a very low AC as it is.

"What do they call you, Prime?"

"I am Reghar. A bloodseeker. Truth is found only through conflict, you see, manifested in combat.

"Let's go find our quarry."

On second thought, I'll keep the spear and shield. I have a very low AC as it is.

"Oi!" Shouts Reghar as he sees Thorn and the Gray Scribe, emerging from behind the crates. "So off we go to places beyond the veil?"

"Personally, I need some time out in the wild and this appears to be the next best thing."

Ahhhh!!! So many spoilers!!!

FYI: No more wi-fi connection in the office; hence, my posting time has been reduced to when I'm in the house, please bear with me.

For the Keeper

Reghar picks his nose and follows Thorn to the Bazaar.

"If we have to go to Enoch's home turf, then I suggest we use a ruse that will allow us to go near him without raising suspicions, like a hunter who dons a pig disguise to get near to the tiger. The tiger allows the the hunter to come near it thinking that he is its meal until it feels the hunter's spear piercing its heart."

When Reghar speaks of luring Enoch out, he turns to the half-orc, a little surprised at the lateral thinking. “I’d prefer it for certain, but as Swire says, what is to lure him out? He’s fled, gone, left it all behind. Besides, we may not be hunting him on his own turf, exactly. I don’t know how well he knows the Gatetown – possibly better’n any of us, possibly not. But the rest of the Abyss is likely to be about as friendly to him as it’ll be to us; with old Octopus Arms dead and gone, Enoch’ll have few friends left, and like as not no home base. Given that, I’ll be not completely surprised if he’s reluctant to move on from Plaguemort, which is where I’d rather hunt him given the choice of the two.”

"What would the proxy of Demogorgon want or need? Something that he cannot do without. The answer to that may give as the clue to the perfect bait."

"Perhaps he has something that he lusts for."

"BTW, what are the duties and responsibilities of a proxy of demogorgon anyway?"

"Also, anyone here know what Enoch looks like?"

"All prey can be captured with the right bait. What does a proxy of demogorgon want or need?"

<Directed at Mr. Swire>

"Joining us will give you the joy and satisfaction of gutting someone who really deserves it."

"So we hunt Enoch in his own turf, where he knows it better than us and would probably have allies to help him? Don't you think it would be better if we lured him out of the abyss to a place and time of our choosing where we have the advantage?"

Reghar picks his nose as he observes the Gray Scribe and O.l.l.i. discuss Enoch. "Do those things say where we can find Enoch?"

"Greetings. This unit requires no seat and can be comfortable in a standing position indefinitely. Query: This unit spys a copy of Garthames' Codex Inexplica with the Frek Ahm Zûrri annotations. This unit has read mention of this tome, but has never seen a copy in physical form."

Reghar rubs his temples, as if the mention of books makes his head hurt.

Internet connection's been spotty since last night, please DMNPC Reghar as necessary.

For the Warden

"Yes, you are strong. Worthy, yes." Reghar directs his comment to Mr. Swire.

"Which are cards are you talking about?"

"And no this not bickering."

O.L.L.I looks at Reghar.

"Greetings fellow adventurer Reghar. Today we shall hopefully all be closer to completing our tasks concerning the former proxy."

"May you draw first blood."

Reghar's greeting.

Thorn quirks a bushy eyebrow and strokes his beard. He’d halfway not expected to see Reghar here today … still, he’d halfway not expected to be here himself, and here he was.

"Always liked hunting."

Reghar sees Thorn and Olli. He waves to them. "So we are hunting that fellow? He still owes quite a hefty bar tab, you know?"

For the Warden

For the Warden

Reghar Bloodseeker wrote:

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For the Warden

I don't know if the cash I got is enough to pay Enoch's bar tab.

Sometimes you need to page Rad in a discussion thread for one of his other games if posts don't roll by fast.

Reporting for duty!

<Stands at Attention>

With an unusual amount of restraint, Reghar is satisfied with his portion, though he eyes the magical stuff with either greed or distrust.

"It a start.", he grumbles, tearing a mouthful of meat off a whole roast pheasant that you're pretty sure he grabbed from another (aghast) patron on the way up.

Reghar will make an appearance tonight. I just need to get my game on.

"Let's get outta here. I suspect Enoch's other allies can help us find him."

"I'll gladly spill Enoch's blood and deliver his liver for you nice birdies to feast on, if you can point me where I can find him."

Reghar's top ten countdown

For James

Reghar ignores Thorn's barbs, "Well, I intend to find Enoch no matter what."

"Where would someone like Enoch to hide from his creditors, I wonder?" Reghar says out loud.

"Hey! It was insane. What do I know if it can't eat you?"

"I had no choice. It is the way of things. The weak shall feed the strong. A law of nature. Besides, it was planning on eating you, Olli."

"Now, did you find some cash on this Enoch guy?"

"Taken care of some trash. I, as you can see, am unhurt."

For James

Coup de grace (2d6+8=19)

"That is for being weak!"

Reghar thereafter rejoins the others, a disturbing grin on his face, fresh blood dripping from his spear.

Yes I guess; That also means no witnesses.

Don't forget: there's an unconscious yuan-ti on the first floor, locked in OLLI's manacles.

"Time to die, weakling!"

Reghar stabs the unconscious yuan-ti.

Coup de grace.

"What?! It'll kill us when we turn our backs!"