If you'd ever seen a Slorn you wouldn't want to allow it to get that close to any of us. It's fast, can jump, has a huge toothy maw, breathes toxic gas, can rake anyone it lands on with its massive claws.

"That does sound very nasty, indeed."
Grimaldi conceded, as the group walked along.
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This thread continues in Broderick 's expedition


Meanwhile,in the guild hall...

A newcomer arrived through the guild doors, wearing a heavy-looking black robe and leather boots under a similarly-black cloak, his head - with short, black hair - uncovered. He held a long, silver quarterstaff in his left hand.
In a practiced gesture, he fished for his membership token on a chain around the neck. "Good morning, Mister McCain," he rasped a greeting. "Turns out they were not interested in more than cantrips. At least they paid for lodgings."
As he replaced the token, the clasp on his cloak moved and uncovered a horrible scar on his throat, the reason for his voice. "Still, two weeks wasted on the road. I hope yours were better?"
Darius Kopaki engaged in small talk with the doorman for a few minutes before moving off into the main hall to check for more productive things to spend time on.

In reply to Darius Kopaki (msg # 435):

Inside the main hall are a familiar collection of vagabonds, mercenaries, mountbanks, and other malfactors. In other words, guild brethren.
Among there number, you note a black clad goblin, and hideously scarred trollish archer.

Providence was with Broderick, he'd managed to enlist the assistance of a Priest of Light along with the Sword Mage Grimaldi. Leading his small yet distinguished team from the upper levels Broderick caught a some of the conversation between Mister McCain and another Guildsman, whom by his appearance was a Specialist Mage. Motioning for the team towards the Mage Broderick spotted a black clad goblin, and hideously scarred trollish archer who to apparently failed in their attempt to blend in with the general vagabonds, mercenaries, mountbanks, and other malefactors often found seeking custom or diversion in the common room. Greetings Master of the Arcane Arts, doth sound as if you've had a tedious fortnight... he prompted with a pronounced smile.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 437):

Broderick recognizes the goblin as the necromancer Razakeel Shadowcloak, who worked with him yesterday. Of Ludlow the mage there is no sign. The troll is wearing piecemeal armor, and is sitting looking at a bottle containing a pixie.

He looked over the people in the room. Many known faces, a goblin with traces of magic on his person, and... a troll with a pixie-in-a-bottle? Before he could follow his curiosity, his attention was sidetracked by a group leaving the upper-floor room and moving straight towards him.
Darius looked the man who greeted him before answering his smile with one of his own. "Indeed it was, but at least I was paid for it." He extended his right. "Darius Kopaki, at your proverbial service."
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In reply to Darius Kopaki (msg # 439):

Well met Guildsman Darius Kopaki, I am Broderick Leibert and these are Clair, Grimaldi, Melchizidek, Carruthers and Smasher. We are about to embark on a short term task to deal with a pesky Slorn. he introduces and informs Perhaps you would be interested in accompanying us he adds before stepping closer to Carruthers and quietly conversing.

Leaning in a corner, slightly away from the rather large group, Grimaldi nodded at the necromancer. "Grimaldi."
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Darius nodded at the introduced group, greeting Grimaldi especially with a muttered "Swordsmage."

"A slorn?", he asked Broderick. "Where did you find that one? And, of course, what's the reward?"

In reply to Darius Kopaki (msg # 442):


It's located near a room that was recently acquired by an Associate, rate's standard for all in the team.

21:04, Today: Grimaldi rolled 14 using 3d6 ((3,6,5)). (loner 12 or less)
"This is beginning to become quite the party.
"I'm wondering if the individual shares will be worth it..?"
Grimaldi folded his arms.
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How singular you are Swordmage.

07:39, Today: Grimaldi rolled 10 using 3d6 ((4,2,4)). (savior faire - 16)
"Forsoothe,Madame."
Retaining poise, Grimaldi bowed courteously,smiling.
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 446):

Broderick crosses to Grimaldi resting a friendly hand on the fellow's shoulder Tis all for the Greater Good Old Bean All for the Greater Good

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 447):

The horribly scarred troll drops a piece of honeycomb into the jar with
the pixie, ties on a perforated lid, and tucks the jar into a pouch.
Wiping his hands on his jerkin, he stands and steps over to the group.

"Slorn? My people would hunt them for food."

In reply to Rafik (msg # 448):

"Rafik, isn't it? I believe we met down in the troll town."

Darius turned to the troll. "Could you share that knowledge with us, then? In my experience, unpreparedness leads to death."

To Broderick:"Verily."
Grimaldi conceded.
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When he has an opportunity Carruthers quietly converses with Rafik

Smasher stares across the room at a windowframe

Broderick gathers the group near the table Rafik and the Goblin occupied. Before we get carried away with numbers and such. We need to discuss who will be a part of this group and how we are going to deal with the Pesky Slorn

"I'm staying. I can nullify it's toxic cloud, and I can fight."
Grimaldi declared.

Smasher continued to stare at the window.