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GaryD20

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  1. You'll start at level one.

    Right now there's a halfling fighter. Kinda doing his own thing at the moment.

    There's a elf thief, again kinda doing his own thing at the moment.

    Then there's three more new players coming. Not sure what they are going to be yet. Just create whatever character you want.

     

  2. My apologies everyone. My dad passed away shortly after my last post here. After dealing with that, just wasn't up for much. Needed some personal time.

    Needless to say, I'm back now. I do plan on starting the game back up. If you're interested in picking back up where we left off let me know. If not, no worries. I understand.

    Just give me a yay or a nay so I know if I need to open things back up to recruit new players, etc.

    @Malkavian Grin @eltorin @Excior @guitarist @jokomaisu

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    Pulling his knife from the dead things abdomen, Grin lets out a satisfying giggle. Worms pour from the wound. Giving his hand a shake to dislodge some of the squirming creatures he realizes, almost to late, that the dead thing has sent a pointed nub of boney wrist his way. Grin manages to sidestep the attack, just barely.

    Grin's eyes go wide, almost as wide as his smile. "Sneaky little thing, aren't you?" He cackles wildly.

    He slashes out with the knife again. "Lets see if you have more than just worms inside."

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    "Well, my name is Domago. Sergeant of the Guard for the King's Command. If you fancy honor and fulfillment let me know. The King's Command promises both."

    With that Domago dismisses the halfling as he takes interest in the other new arrivals.

     

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    As Mitzelflick turns to enter through the gate of Morgansfort, the scribe calls out. "That will be one silver piece, little one. Entrance tax." he opens a wooden box sitting on the table and pulls out a small slip of paper. "Keep this chit with you at all times. It verifies that you've paid. It's good for 30 days." He extends both hands toward the halfling, one offering the chit, the other awaiting the silver.

  5. I haven't forgotten about y'all. My dad had a stroke a few months back and has been back in the hospital with some complications from the splint they but in back then. He had to have another surgery. I'll try to get things back up and running here shortly. Will try my best for tomorrow evening. 🤞

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