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Sithelnost - Aftermath (Part 2)

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08 Newkolt 349 AC Once the elves had been freed and ushered to the manor of Lady Nihriome, Parnitha walked the streets of Sithelnost to assess the damage and determine what buildings the invaders had prioritized for occupation, seeking clues as to their intended next move. - - - - - Grotto continued to take dragon scales from the fallen beast. After he had plenty to supplement his plate and shield, he made his way to the makeshift hospital which was the manor house. He looked for his friends first to see that his most powerful allies are healed. He then made his way to the rest of the wounded and healed them until all his magic and daily charges of his items had been exhausted. For the rest, he went about things the old-fashioned way with bandages and his alchemical salves. He offered drugs to those in most distress to dull the pain of the wounds from abusive captivity and battle. After he completed his rounds, he told another healer in the group that he must go rest and pray and that...
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Battlerina Action Figure

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Anastasia Volkhova: female Human Fast Hero 5/Charismatic Hero 4/Infiltrator 3 CR: 12     Medium Humanoid (Human)     HD: 5d8+5 plus Anastasia (circa 1960) 4d6+4 plus 3d8+3 (66 hp) MAS: 12 Init: +4     Spd: 30'     Def: 22 (+4 Dex, +8 Class, additional +1 vs. melee), t: 11, ff: 10 Attacks: (BAB +6; Grap +6); +6/+1 Unarmed Strike: 1d4 (20/×2) or +10/+5 PM Makarov: 2d4 (20/×2, 30', semi) or +10/+5 CZ 45 Holdout Pistol: 2d4 (20/×2, 20') SA: SQ: Class Features (Talents: Charm - males, Evasion, Favor, Uncanny Dodge 1), Improvised Implements, Sweep Align: N     Saves: Fort +5, Ref +12, Will +5 Str: 10, Dex: 18, Con: 12, Int: 16, Wis: 14, Cha: 18 Starting Occupation: Creative (gain Bluff, Disguise, and Perform - Dance as Class Skills) Action Points: 12     Wealth: +20 (Wealthy) Rep: +8 Skills: Read/Write and Speak Russian (Native), English, French, German,...
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Sithelnost - Aftermath

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  08 Newkolt 349 AC Cedron found Parnitha moving from prisoner to prisoner. Her shoulder was wrapped where the silver draconian's jaws had torn into her but she was already unlocking chains. Cedron watched her for a moment before approaching. "I can see why they respect you." Parnitha glanced over. The minstrel-priest smiled faintly. "Tough as steel and unyielding." He placed a hand on her shoulder. Divine energy flowed from him, closing her wounds. The pain faded. "I'd light your beacon any day." For the first time since the battle began, Parnitha smiled. Beneath the dust, blood, and exhaustion of the morning, Cedron was fairly certain the commander of House Protector was blushing. The next prisoner in line cleared her throat. "Good morning, Commander." Parnitha froze. She turned and her eyes widened. "Lady Nihriome." The awkwardness vanished instantly as duty returned. "I—yes. Let me get you out of those shackles....
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Road Trip to the Dragon Isles (Styx)

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  10 Deepkolt 349 AC Altan circled the paladin. "So, the robes stay. They hide the armor." Davaa nods. "Going to need to dirty them up, though." For the next several minutes, Arthur's robes are rolled around on the ground amd have dirt tossed onto them. Bren stares at Arthur. "He still stands like an officer. He'll never pass for a dockworker. What about a caravan guard looking for a job?" Granite scratches his beard, "Yeah that could work." Agnes takes Lawbringer, closes her eyes for a moment and concentrates. The beautiful elven maiden vanishes, replaced by an older crone. Lawbringer takes on the appearance of a gnarled walking stick. With Arthur suitably dressed, Granite turns back to the party. "Professor, I want you, Altan, and Davaa to stay here. Bren, you're coming with us. You can keep us clued in on oficers that ya recognize." The dwarf looks around. "Anybody got any objections ta that?" "No o...
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Sithelnost - The Gallery of Heroes (Part 2)

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08 Deepkolt 349 AC Romulus turned as reinforcements from the Ravagers of Kern rounded the corner two blocks away. They advanced at a trot, feet falling in step. Shields held at the ready, heavy chopping swords in their hands. Loose bits of gravel at Macula's feet rattled as they approached. The archmage shook his head. He raised his hand and spoke a single word. Frost evaporated. Breath stopped fogging in the air. The spell swept forward sucking every ounce of moisture from its borders. Skin shriveled. Eyes sank into hollow sockets. Skin pulled tight across bones as the muscles beneath were desiccated. Rank after rank of ogre crashed to the ground - dead of dehydration. The ogres at the back of the column slowed and began to look around, although whether they were seeking escape or a different route to strike at the wizard from was unclear. With no enemies nearby, Raven drew Luican's bow and set arrow to string. He saw the approaching dragon and fired. Four crystal-tipped a...
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