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<t>Seeing that Elwyn is taken care of, he quietly pockets his first aid kit.<br/> <br/> "I don't like the prospect of camping so near this portal, but I'd rather not risk moving Elwyn until he gains consciousness. I'll take first watch, then Dorl, then Lothir and finally Gareth. I'll put up some mot...

<t>The strange elf leaves, his passing barely a whisper. Selune makes her way across the starry sky, which has by now cleared almost fully. The night sky resembles a vast dome studded with tiny jewels, and the moon travels a slow, graceful arc through the breathtaking canopy.<br/> <br/> The blanket ...

<t>He smiles warmly and bobs his head once. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Niz'tar'a," he says in effortless common. "I am named Leaf Disturbs the Quiet of a Still Pool at Dawn, though that it my seeking-name. Most simply call me Leaf, though over the years I've taken the habit of answ...

<t>Ven lets out a colorful oath and scrambles out of the spell's range. Most of his gear isn't magical, but he does have several extradimensional pockets all over his armor. The last thing he needs right now is to have his equipment (including a fair amount of explosives) scattered all over the tunn...

<t>Ven watches the little troupe disappear into the uncertain curtain.<br/> <br/> "For Seroth's sake," he mutters. "This is why they gave me one in ten odds of making it back."<br/> <br/> He shakes his head. There's nothing else for it; the only thing that matters is retrieving the artifact. Surviva...

<t>"Careful, you might hit--" Ven reaches out to stay the paladin's hand but isn't quick enough. He winces, waiting to hear the sound of Elwyn yelping in pain. When no sound is forthcoming he just shakes his head.<br/> <br/> "Everyone just hold tight a moment. Visual scans don't seem to be working s...

<t>He notes her growing unease with puzzlement. Why did mortals always seem so put off around him? It was a mystery he never solved. Even his slaves, back so long ago when he lived surrounded by luxury, had seemed perpetually frightened of he and all his kin. No one was treated unduly, and the Isola...

"Vith," he mutters to himself. His visor closes back down, allowing him to access his HUD's night optics once more. He frowns and begins flipping through the various sensor arrays starting with infared, then UV, etc.

<t>He smiles gently, noting with some amusement how she takes suck pains to obfuscate her nature. How could she know, of course? This world, this "Cradle of Life" as it was called, was so far removed from the now-ruined Isola Empire that its locals had no doubt heard of his race. Ah well.<br/> <br/>...

<t>Ven wonders to himself what Elwyn means by tension; he's actually a little bit relieved to be actively working towards completing his mission. Never mind the fact that all projections indicated a 90 percent mortality rate for this assignment. If he managed to find what he was looking for, well......

<r>Ven gives pause, though he keeps his rifle at the level. He turns to Lothir, puzzlement in his voice.<br/> <br/> "Can you make out what he's saying? It's some strange dialect of...well, I don't know..."<br/> <br/> OOC: Sorry, man. I couldn't help but tease you just a little. I'm from the South my...

<t>How furtive they were, these mortals. How swiftly their lives came and passed. Now that he had a better look at the female he could clearly make out her drow features.<br/> <br/> He knew little firsthand about them, but all the stories he had ever heard about them highlighted their vicious nature...

<t>Perhaps it was due to the restless pursuit of his dreams. Perhaps some trace of her scent reached him even through the haze of sleep. Or perhaps it was just some instinct, honed over several centuries of life--half of which was spent fighting for his life, no less. Whatever it was, [i:1wmxkows]so...

Just another denizen of my mind's deepest recesses. I made these guys back in AD&D 2nd ed. and I carried them over to 3.x.

Oh, they're also listed as the cold subtype. I should go ahead and put that in there real quick.

He seems relieved once he spots the other Serothan, though his faceplate conceals his expression. He motions for the group to halt, a more or less universal signal.

"Hello there, stranger. Do you happen to know where we are?"