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I'm going to attempt to attack the same gnoll as before.

"You foul beast!" I roar as I swing my flail...

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

if I hit...

"Where are you going Tausa?! The battle is yet to be won!"


It might be worth while to go save this guy...I just hope it worth our time. We are going to need a strategy of attack, and make sure that when we do attack, that we really hit them hard and hit them fast. We don't know that they won't kill the prisoner. My flail and shield are always at the ready...


Looking at Red;eg "You don't know what you're talking about. Help me dig. It'll be awesome"

Getting on my hands and knees I start clawing at the dirt. Feeling the wave of emotion coming over me, I start to mutter under my breath, "I know its here..something is here...it has to be here"


Feeling this strange premonition I decide to tell the group, "Hey guys, I think we should head to the courtyard....I have this...weird feeling like I should be there...something I need to do...it feels so familiar."

Looking at the group, I gaze at them hoping to see some support from my teammates.


fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

I hope i'm doing this right...


Giving up on the trail idea, i decide to go the old fashioned route and start to shout out to the rest of my party. "hello....is there anybody out there?!"

I walk out of the room I was in and head into the large hallway i walked in from. Going to the end of the hallway, i see a door to my left and enter the room.


I want to take a look around, to see if there are any signs of people being there recently...things that seem like it was recently disturbed, to see if i can find a potential trail to follow...


After deciding that he wasnt needed at the princesses side anymore, Shenlon heads after the group at the monastery.


In the twilight of the evening a tall silhouette of a man can be seen... Recognizing the scent of Redleg and the pointless prancing about of the thief, Amani, Shenlon approaches the group. He is a loner, an assassin and a mercenary. According to local legend, he was so cold he would "kill his best friend for the right price".

Shenlon is loyal to his team, only up until they have served their purpose to further his agenda, or start to get in his way. He comes and goes as he pleases...usually when he joins a party, he rarely talks and shows little interest in their exploits, often staying only until he can collect his fee....