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Lol, thanks guys, and im good with the books i got, thanks anyway jen

aww stik, thats so nice of you, thanks for using your psychic powers to make online D&D work around our schedules instead of catching criminals or something

Im back baby! so! my character...well, she'll be done soon. I have yet to pick a name, and flesh out her personality, but she is going to be a rather interesting little bugger i'll tell you that much. What? yes, yes i am in fact playing a female character, and she is of the rogue variety. ok, so, i ...

Evis sprinted through the grass outside, pulling his hood up while cursing under his breath and pondering what just happened and who he just left alone...he left them alone to die. He assumed they would all die....they would all die without him, without his skills, his talents and abilities, they we...

alright, i may in fact be able to continue posting, dont ask how, but...yes. So thankfully, evis isnt exactly dead, thank you LWW for not brutally killing like i asked, but taking the intelligent road and having him run away like a coward. I'll try to post as often as i can.

honestly im just trying to die last at this point ...we have been in this dungeon for...not even 5 minutes? and one of us is already dead, and two more may be next...hopefully not, but maybe

Evis starts muttering a prayer for strength, hoping that the gods may take pity on them or at the very least, spare the lives of his comrades...

Evis drops the puts the down the flask and scrambles over to the rope and begins to pull as hard as he can, worrying that his light frame and frail stature wont be of much help...

Evis stands where he is, backing up slightly, waiting for his moment to get a clear shot in with the oil...when the time is right he hurls it into the room and signals kleos, or shoots it himself if kleos does not/cannot...

Evis stands with his back to the wall, watching his comrades be...helpful, he latches onto one of the many necklaces around his neck and mutters to himself, slowly pulling himself together... a-alright then, so! one of us has died, but the rest of us wont...i sware on my...my um...something very imp...

ok yeah, i phrased that strangly...anyway, its not like a phobia or paralyzing fear...its more that he distrusts it, while being fascinated with it. I just wanted to give him a bit of flavor, but i knew that him curling up into a sniveling ball would make him...frankly...useless. So! im just gonna h...

Grr...um, sorry you guys, sorry Lww, i didnt mean to uh...do that. He isnt...deathly afraid, he was gonna buck up in my next post...so, i'll just make sure to uh...make sure im catering to the group and i'll clear changes with you. sorry again.

Evis glances all around, his mind overloaded by the situation...he stares at the dwarf's corpse with wide eyes. Watching the elf and the mage discuss what just happened, and being the superstious monkey he is he clutches onto one of his necklaces, thinking to himself "this is bad, this is very ...

i uh, wasnt really planning on it...being that evis is highly super stitious, and the concept of the dwarf simply falling over dead for no apparent reason makes him want to get very far away from here!

Evis stands with a childlike gaze as he looks about at all of the magic going on around him, the mages spell, the clerics healing powers, the floating coins. He is trapped in a little world of curiousity...eventually he snaps back into reality, he tugs on the mages robe. so friend, what do you see? ...