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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 20:53:40 GMT -8
Rifain returns to normal size.
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Post by Dairmida on Oct 16, 2013 21:59:17 GMT -8
Dairmida crouches down next to Devorar and rubs her cheek against his, murmuring softly in druidic. "Beannachd
Dia dhuit" Blessings of The Goddess be with you.
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Oct 16, 2013 22:06:22 GMT -8
"Hey, how 'bout that lunch now?" Mrin start to remove his pack, pausing to seek approval before emptying it's contents, "You know, normally I wouldn't suggest a meal after a zombie attack. But this is a plant zombie thing, what do you think? There's a nice bit o' light coming in from the hole over there."
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 17, 2013 7:27:58 GMT -8
Arctorious, as if in response to Evans question, begins to massage his throbbing head with a gloved hand. Blood and puss ooze slightly from his wound the plant zombie left him and as he speaks, he grimaces a bit since the battle fury has left his bones; "I...I tire, Sir Evan...not of stance but of...my mind." He chuckles slightly at the thought. "Or...what seems to be left...of it...!" Arctorious sits in a crouched position next to Mrin; "Perhaps...Food is...should we secure the area...? Gods..." Arctorious pauses and looks around the room at the decaying and lifeless plant zombies and gnolls. He then looks back up at Evan; "Should we...Make camp? Clear the rooms? I think I could use some ointments for my throbbing brain-pan...if it's all the same...to you..." He finishes with a wry smile to Evan, pulls off his rucksack and produces a tin cup and a bottle of bronze liquid. He pours himself a small dram and mutters to himself (wry smile still in place!); "Here's to what ails me...!" And let's the shot do its dirty work.
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Oct 19, 2013 10:01:45 GMT -8
"I've no argument with having some food and a rest, but it might be wise to have somebody watching our backs while we do it." Kiara looks around, doing a quick scan of the area (Perception 1d20). "We don't know what else might be in here."
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Post by Dairmida on Oct 20, 2013 15:06:30 GMT -8
Devorar, still feeling cloudy and wary, sniffs the air for any threatening scent.
Perception Check 1d20+1
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Post by imp on Oct 20, 2013 15:36:26 GMT -8
The pungent scent of the moldering plants and decayed zombies reduces Devorar's ability to detect additional threats.
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Post by Lucian Bok on Oct 21, 2013 9:30:20 GMT -8
Lucian does a quick scan of the room for more enemies. Seeing none. He stands up and straightens his now ruffled outfit, and walks with confidence toward the center of the room. Cane clicking with each step. "I agree with our elven friend. Maintaining security in such an unsecured location is paramount. If it is alright with you, Fabian, I should like to check the level above. I imagine if there were any enemies up there, they would have made their presence known by now, but there may be signs or clues of others in this tower. There may also be items of interests to the Guilds or to us above. It seems like it would be save, but my talents are too precious to be risked. I shall take the orcish contingent with me." Lucian turns to Lastwall and waves for him to follow, then turns to a fatigued Rifain "If you are done huffing and puffing for your exertions my dear, I will need you to accompany me" Lucian then proceeds up the stairs. As he does so he opens his hood, and speaks Abyssal to the cythingot within. "Is our goal deeper still in this tower? These delays are intolerable, but sadly such is the way of the world now."
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Oct 23, 2013 12:19:11 GMT -8
With the fighting done, Lyeas' posture loosens and he takes a quick look at the floor upon which he stands. Seeing Lady Habbrig's interest in something, Lyeas asks, "What d'ya see? Nothin' else tha's gonna jump out an' try ta kill us, I hope. Think I've had enougha that for a lil' while."
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Post by Urindel on Oct 23, 2013 18:51:05 GMT -8
Urindel slides his raper into it's scabbard and starts looking through the dirt that the root grew in for any remains or valuables left from remains.
Perception 1d20+7
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Post by imp on Oct 25, 2013 19:22:15 GMT -8
Lady Habbrig turns to Lyeas and smiles coolly, her eyes still lit with a blue arcane glow. "You're no simple fruit plucker are you boy?" she tilts her chin up and adjusts her golden circlet. "You have a hard look for a tame." She draws a silk sack from the pocket lining her fur cape, and tosses it to the floor between herself and Lyeas. "Show me how spry you are little tree jumper. Hang your quaint weapon and catch me one of those." She points languidly to one of the will-o-wisps. "It is they that I find promising, although it seems that the party has not carefully searched this floor yet." She looks over at the moldered remains of the beds to the east "Be quick about it, won't you tame?"
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Post by imp on Oct 25, 2013 19:25:44 GMT -8
Nodding at Mrin and Arctorious, Evan excuses himself from Bjorn and walks over to take a seat on the stairs. He touches his lips for a moment and sheepishly asks Arctorious. "Could I have a tug?"
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Post by imp on Oct 25, 2013 19:27:52 GMT -8
Lastwall follows after Lucian, awkwardly cutting through Preesha, Mrin, Artorious, and Evan to lumber up the stairs.
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Post by imp on Oct 25, 2013 19:40:43 GMT -8
Fabian nods to Lucian, casting his eyes up the stairs. He hides his flask away as Evan nears and mumbles to himself. "Stupid halfling... Yenner! Meh, I'll get her myself." he climbs up the stairs behind Lastwall.
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Oct 26, 2013 0:41:59 GMT -8
Lyeas looks as if he's about to say something, but then seems to think better of it. In a single, fluid motion he places his shortbow upon his back gives Lady Habbrig a short bow. "What th' lady wants, th' lady gets." He then takes a couple steps forward and bends to lift the bag from the ground. Looking around, he searches for the best way go about retrieving the will-o-wisp.
Perception: 1d20+7
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