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by mgtremaine » Wed Dec 17, 2014 12:27 am
Alrik sees no other way out of the area besides going back to the beach where the WaterLadder waits. Phadian proclaims the scene makes no sense to him and passes a hand in front of his eyes. The other grip their weapons unsure as to wait to do or really just what is going on.
A light mist begins to fall from around the party....
mgt's roll comes to 10 [6 2 on 2d6 + 2]
And you all close your eyes suddenly feeling very sleepy, the dogs included...
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[f=4]
Wen the Pale, Elf Hero/Spellbinder (MV 12", AC 9, HD 4/2, hp 11/11, FC Hero, L) helm, bow[/f]
[f=47]
Kiplyn Sorefoot, Hobbet Thief (Lv: 4 AC: 5 Hp 12) Leather+Shield+Dagger, Sling[/f]
[f=59]
Tass Purrfoot (Agile Hobbet Varlet, MV 9′′, AC 7, HD 2, hp 8, FC 2 men, SV T7, N)[/f]