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Horace looks to Renald, "There are still demons, but we have to acknowledge that they have greater strength and their numbers unknown. From now on we should try to be in formation anytime we approach an entrance."

Hyne decides to begin disregarding the Paladin at this point, understanding the responses as being unaware of Hyne's given mission. He smiles and nods to the wagon worker, but not wanting to bring up his concerns with somebody that had little to do with the decision and would only be offended, he so...

Hyne fails to stifle a snicker once he's teased, "No, sir. I'm not much of a settling type. I was just- ah, forget about it." He'll have to figure out who to meet on site on his own, it seems. He turns his attention back to the wagon, "But I'll take your suggestions for a new rental.&...

Normin retreats to avoid more of the oncoming wine caskets. It does not seem like he'll be able to aid in the fire at this rate, but at least the fate of the stubborn drunk no longer burdens him as it rests on another soul now.

"I knew I should have protested the first opportunity. I had thought the red wheels were normal for the wealthy lot, but now I can't help but feel that I'm live bait," he explains. After continuing to look over the vehicle and its horrid decor and condition, he adds, "and I was never ...

Catt's response fits the expectation he had of at least one request, and he expends a spell to cast a similar healing power as before.

Cure Serious Wounds wrote:Using Dispel Magic to cast

3D8+8 => (6 +4 +4 + 8) = 22

Carrying a snarl on his face, Horace places a foot against the demon's carcass to leverage himself, then heaves his body to pull and dislodge the sword from the now disfigured mound.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he asks the others, "Is everyone alright?"

From afar, the scene with the king placed on display and the ceremony thereof emboldens Hyne's feeling of unfamiliarity, that he is an outsider that only knows and belongs in the area near Liontribe. Sadly, his being used for a noble's errands may still be more welcoming than how he could be shunned...

Horace shifts around the Demon to place himself in front of it, but also where it will have difficulty getting past him to get to Karamon. He lifts his sword and strikes it downward. 1D20+6+5+1 => (19 + 6 + 5 + 1) = 31 Crit confirm: 1D20+6+5+1 => (18 + 6 + 5 + 1) = 30 "You'll be the next to slu...

Oh crap, I didn't realize the threads have updated. I'm so sorry guys, Slime Salad didn't show the thread as having unread messages.

That morning, Hyne sits against a tree with a leg propping a thin slab onto a raised thigh, using the flat surface to scrawl notes and drawings onto dried, thinned parchments. Even with minimal light where he hides within the trees, he continues his best to detail his observations of his travels fro...

Hyne grows frustrated by the dodgy response, but relents, "Fine. I will head to rest for the night."

He has a feeling that he can piece together the missing information on his own concerning the risks involved, especially in a tense political blanket. He stands and walks out of the tent.

He does interject, "This isn't about the funeral at all. It's about this box." He glances to the bodyguard for just a moment, as if he is the box, before looking back, "I'm just 'a common yeoman', should something go awry. Is that right?"

He takes the payment and nods. Being guaranteed that he can recover any lost supplies once he makes it to the city is the only way he could accept a request from this seedy stranger. With a sharp expression, he asks, "Now I need to know why the wagon needs to be moved 'discreetly', and why I'm ...

I want to know too, so that we can see if we can hold off on healing for at least a turn so I can attack before going back to doing a heal.