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It's really not so much a particular class I'm looking forward to playing as it is the game itself. Regardless of the class I choose, I look forward to the develpment of the character. From everything i read, this will be a modernized version of the pen and paper version. But if I must choose I look forward to starting a…
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Pyr rises from her seat and approaches the gaurd Captian, and pulls him aside. Her words are soft spoken at first. but as the conversation becomes more animated ( Drow silent she's getting pissed at the arrogance of this human) her voice raises gradually to match her body language. "You will need all the swords you can…
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Pyr watches over Grogin's corpse, bowing and offering a small donation to those who offer prayers. Then the words sting her 'that drow girl...' She looks to Korinn, " What happened is quite clear. This night two have paid the final death that all owe." Carefully Pyr places herself between Grogin and the overly inquisative…
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Qilue looks over her shoulder as Pyr and Grogin sit. She tenses as she hears the word 'lich', " Arch-lich," she corrects. as she turns back to Grogin and Pyr, she places a small globe in the center of the table. The globe shimmers all the colors of the rainbow, randomly alternating as the colors sqirl and mix. " This is to…
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(OOC: first allow me to appologize for my lack of posts ( Pyr and grogin after the battle rager frenzy retired to thier rooms for rest (seems better than the off=line reason of piece of dragon-dumg Dell crappin out on me) Pyr emerges from the stairs, her white-hair lazily falls over her shoulders. Her black skin is…
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Grogin peers at the contract and snorts, pulling the metal flask from the bar keep and without hesitating gulps the concoction down. After a quick shake ofthe head he slams the emptied flask back on the bar " Another!" As he waits he begins pounding the side of his own head with his fist. The dwarf's muscle mass seems to…
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Pyr straightens herself, nodding. She returns to her chair, motioning to a bar maid. Pyr whispers something in the woman's ear who immediately moves to the stair and disappears. Pyr waits patiently a few moments when the woman returns she places a small box before her. After opening the box Pyr pulls 2 small cups and a…
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"Aye ," Grogin says to Thaix. "100 or more winters pasted since I last seen the girl before this past Shieldmeet." A look of deep compassion crossed the Dwarf's face " She had come to show her skill to her family." Looking back to Thaix, as he grabs a passing filled mug, " Well, you know what happened to most of the devote…
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Grogin steps between Pyr and Thaix. "Allow me explain for the girl. He sets his empty tankard down and for the first time this night he doesn't reach for a full one. " 100 years in the unapproachable east has changed her. She's missed alot of the events that have changed our realms." He pats the drow on the back and smiles…
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Pyr looks at Thaix and approaches, " You are only a rogue here." she points to the side of Thaix's head. " Not all warriors find honor in fields of battle." Her finger presses hard into Thaix's chest, " When what is in here, matches what is in your head, you will know and see your path of honor." Her eyes begin surveying…
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Pyr prepares to respond to Thaix, but waits a moment While Truthseeker speaks." Your words are true human. But, even the most power mad tyrant holds a degree of honor." She turns her attention back to Thaix, " Honor is Fighting for what you believe in, a cause ,or diety or person who embodies those ideals and serving them…
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Pyr stares into the mage's eyes and with one fluid motion draws the longer of the two swords from her side. The blade come sout smooth and silent. The motion ends when the very edge of the blade barely touches the skin, drawing a single drop of blood. Both hands wrapped around the hilt, arms extended Pyr holds the long…
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Pyr looks up at the obnoxious one as Grogin grabs both flagons of ale and quaffes them down quickly as he stands. Stepping between the table and thunderspanker the growls. " Aye. a mighty fine suspicion. Who the girl like and dislikes need not be yer concern boy!" Tappin on his axe on his belt the dwarf smiles "Go about…
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Grogin doesn't wait for the coin to hit the table and grabs two passing tankards from the wenches tray. He saunters over to the table with Pyr and places a flagon infront of her. Her eyes are locked on the newcomer, like a great cat ready to pounce. " Ease yerself girl," the dwarf whispers. " This not be the time nor the…
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Pyr re-emerges from upstairs. Still dressed in her chain and leather armor. Her white hair tied back and braided adds contrast to her black skin and crystal clear green eyes. She moves across the room finding a table away from the rest of those gathered. Her dwarven companion has taken up residency at the bar, drinking…
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Grogin looks at the confusing human, "Bah!! A common mace? I'd have an ogre for a wife before a common mace finds it's self in the hands of a cleric of Selune!" Trudging off to the room he disapears grumbling the whole time. Pyr looks up from her wine. her finger tracing a small symbol repeatedly on the table. Her green…
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Grogin polishes off another tankard and snorts, grumbling under his breath, " I can read just fine as long as it's in Dwarven." Quickly he turns back to the newcomer," And Gantorr I fear very little in these realms, seen more than 10 life times of trouble." His attention goes to all in the tavern, " These be dark times,…
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bladesingers have been so distorted from what they originally were. First you had to be an Elf Second it was the equal in 2nd ed as a prest. class ( you had to get really luck with stat rolls or have a really nice DM) and 3rd your only goal in life was to track, hunt and kill drow... following them to the underdark if need…
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"BAH!", Grogin grunts. "Gods don't stay dead." He reaches in his pack and throws a black gauntlet in the center of the table. " Trophy from a 'Dead' God's faithful," he spits, even the reference is offensive to him. Pyr pats her companion's shoulder to relax him, "The body of any diety may die, but the ideals and teachings…
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The young drow stops in her tracks and turns back smiling, " The dwarf," she points to her companion as he gnaws on a hunk of meat wuickly as if it hinders him from his drink, " is Grogin, son of Kruen, and last of the clan Hammershield." Politely she leans close," I'd advise quieter tones when mentioning his dark cousins.…
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"By Clangadin's beard boy save some for the rest!" Grogin growls, finding a seat, back to the wall, overlooking the whol room and clear view of the doors. the young drow orders drinks, " your finest wine and strongest ale," slipping a small ruby to the barkeep, "keep them coming until the dwarf stops singing." Passing the…
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Gruff, in your face straight up fighter. Dwarven battlerager types.... i miss the 2nd ed write up for them
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The door to the slams open with a thunderous boom. Carrying the carcass of a freshly skinned and gutted boar, a dwarf trudges up to the bar, hefting the prize upon the bar. In a gruff voice he announces, " There be a tenday of feasting here!" He pauses to survey the patrons, then turns back to the barkeep, " Should cover…
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really depends on alignment restrictions and spell access.... an N.Evil wiz would buff self and blast the hell out of everyone and everything just to snag a precieved item of power. While the C.Good wiz would use his spells for the greater good and more focused attack spells to cause minimum damage to the surroundings(in…