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Story of my season.

Tiron joins the others in their journey to the church to honor their fallen comrade.

Well, your team could just plain suck as mine does!

"I have faith that these folk mean well," Oberron responds. "I can only pray to The Knight that their feelings of charity also extend to our friend who is no longer within our power to aide otherwise."

His spirits raised by having a fellow compatriot in his plans to scour the evil of Nulb from the world, Tiron has taken quite a liking to the new addition on the way back to town. "Funny," he replies, "I've spent so much time avoiding the authorities in this place, that I really have no idea where the jail is located."

"I survived the Scourging of Nulb only by hiding," Tiron continues grimly. "Even though I was only a slave, I knew that the forces of good may not hesitate to kill me. When I emerged from the rubble, I was glad to see that terrible place in ruin and left it and my memories behind me as I left. There are rumors however of a new evil as the cleric mentioned and I am more than willing to join him if his will is to 'burn away the taint.' That place is but a taint on this entire world." He spits on the ground as if to clear a foul taste from his mouth.

"Nulb is the vile cesspool where my mother was held prisoner and gave birth to me," the half-elf says vehemently. "Other unspeakable things happened to me there and it is only through the sheerest of happenstance that I managed to escape that place of evil with my life. I have vowed to do whatever I can to rid the world of the filth and stench of that place."

"I suspect that you are correct that these are not 'professional' bandits," Tiron says. "Still, I might like to speak to the one from Nulb and find out what he knows of the happenings in that vile place."

"Merrillee, it does my heart good to see that you are feeling better," Oberron says as the old dwarf storms out. "I trust the others to look after you now though. I must see what can be done for Kircan!" He tries to leave the room and follow in the direction of the dwarf priest.

Thanks for the info, Darcstaar!! I'll have to go check that out!

As the bandits are put to work, the half-elf who had been quietlt observing to this point speaks up, "Perhaps this vermin is from that black place known as Nulb. Maybe we should find out what they know before we turn them in."

Int d20=2 Wis d20=1

Diving into the pile of humanity and securing a copy of that one elusive copy of whatever! What fun...NOT!

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Oberron Int 8 - Roll (D20): 11

Tiron slides his bloody sword from the dead man's body and watches the proceedings grimly.

Tiron sneaks his way behind the nearest bandit and attempts to slide his short sword into the unsuspecting man's back. To hit (d20): 16 Damage(d6x2): 10

Oberron does not hesitate to accept the terms. "Whatever will help my friends, I will gladly abide. Let me inform the others of your terms so that they are not taken unaware." He turns and rides back to his growing party of companions and explains the situation as described to him.

Again, sorry for the delay. Life has been a bit hectic lately. I'll get a response posted shortly.

Sorry for the delay, it's been crazy around here.

Crazy couple of weeks around here. I'll try to get to the awards for the past 2 weeks soon.

Tiron reluctantly agrees with the others and remains fairly silent on the way back to Hommlet. His personal vendetta against the horrors of Nulb would have to wait. When the party sees the events unfolding ahead of them, he tries to find some cover from which to flank the attacking bandits.

Nope, but I'm the guy that gets to give these things out so....

Busy week! Trophies for Week 3 are now awarded.

"My name is Oberron Redcrosse. My companions and I are trying to find a healer for our friends who are ill," the knight responds to the query. "Does this town have a healer skilled in the arts who might be able to assist them?"