Dusk had almost fallen again in the forest clearing and everything seemed very silent as compared to a few minutes ago. The grass and dense undergrowth had covered the tareks but Tak fathomed it should not be too hard to track them down… for whatever that was worth. Ptellac went around and checked his dead comrades; tears fill his eyes for the first time. He breathes a prayer to Mother Earth and goes about some simple ritual as if saying good bye to friends. Blood, corpses and the stink of the dead coupled with the tarek's own smell seem to violently rape an otherwise peaceful afternoon scene.

Tak’ signals to Mendi quietly, and then slides off his bow, notching a bone-tipped arrow to the string. Circling round behind the blind Tarek, Tak’ waits until Mendi is almost opposite.

The Tarek, essentially defenseless, lets out a bellow of rage as the first arrow pierces its tough skin, and as it tries to move towards his unseen halfling assailant, Mendi’s quarrel slams into its back, causing the muscled Tarek to scream in pain and panic. The Tarek, trying to figure out where it is being fired at from is finally felled - its muscled body falling to the ground, punctured by halfling hunting arrows and crossbow quarrels.

Once the grim job is done, Mendi recovers his quarrels and the various arrows while walking along the corpses, making sure they are really dead. He then gives the arrows to their respective owner. When he recovered metal-tipped arrows, Mendi couldn't stop a surprised move. He gives them back to Aryus, "You must be rich, Aryus, to have metal arrowheads! Or perhaps you gained them in a previous fight?"

As the tarek's flee, the Mul's frustration and anger begins to subside. She puts her weapons away after wiping the gore on the grass and leaves. Her movements are slow and painful. She sees the half-elf warlock approaching and turns to him staggering only slightly.

As Mendi, Tak and Ayrus approach from their positions in the woods, Elric looks up. Noticing that none have been injured, Elric shakes his head, grin still intact and looks to those around him. "Why do I get the feeling they know something we don’t?" With a sigh "Well maybe if the spirits are willing, I will learn one of these days."

Elric staggers slightly as he walks toward Rayne and Koreth. Suddenly he drops into his most courtly bow. He straightens with obvious effort; a gravely serious look crosses his face. Speaking loudly "Rayne has proved her worth. Blood for blood with the company. I welcome you Rayne in earnest to our pack. I place my life in your hands and take yours in mine; we are pack."

Seriousness aside, a sly look splits Elric’s face as he looks at himself then Rayne "Also it seems as I must hand over my mantle of resident pin cushion." With this said, Elric drops into a parody of his previous bow, with hands waving frantically above his head for effect. His antics are more than his injured body can stand and Elric falls to the grass, where he sits and shows his most mischievous grin.

Rayne listens to Elric, and chuckles at his jest and jokes causing her to grab her side in pain. Looking at her gouged shoulder, Rayne gives Elric a crooked smile and nods her head. "I take the title with honor good Elric. Ye fight well ..." She hesitates feeling awkward . . . "Thank ye fer yer trust."

Ptellac sees the warlock's antics but he just cannot seem to smile. He addresses the warlock in a bitter tone, "I am sorry if I cannot see the fun side to killing, especially when it is my tribesmen being murdered." The pterran turns from the warlock and goes over to cradle his dead comrade. He weeps his loss and looks in sadness and anger at the halfling/elf killing of the blind tarek.

Elric nods at Ptellac's words. "I seek not to give offense Ptellac. I know these are you people and that they died; I am truly sorry. Though I can not make myself feel guilt for slaying their killers. On the contrary, I find it my duty to do so. That I find humor in such dreary circumstances is a fact of my nature not malice." With a sigh Elric realizes all of his words would not be able to relieve Ptellac’s pain. Standing, he quickly bandages the worst of his wounds and heads to help Ptellac bury the dead.

The pterran softens up a bit and accepts Elric's help with the grisly task of paying last respects to his people. "I should have not reacted the way I did but you must understand that you will find no such reactions amongst ourselves. In fact, this could be taken as an offense. Since I know you and have shared the honor of fighting side by side, I know this was not your intent. Please, bind and try to staunch your wounds and then I will gladly accept your aid."

Aryus sighs and smiles in relief as the remaining Tareks ran off into the forest. The windmage had seriously feared that this battle would come down to a fight to the death, but now that seemed quite unlikely. Aryus walks over to Ptellac and tries to comfort him. "I'll give your fallen tribesmen a proper burial. They will receive a blessing from the wind."

Koreth sighs with relief as the tareks flee into the forest. He plants his sword into the ground, leaning heavily upon it. His wounds were already beginning to ache, his battle lust quickly draining from him. He watches Elric's antics with a half smile, before turning his gaze to Rayne. He holds out his arm in a warrior's welcome to her.

"You have proven yourself in combat. I welcome you to our pack as it's current leader for as long as you would wish to stay." He grins at her as she claps his arm. He speaks an old Tyrian warrior's salute "May your arm never falter and your courage never fail."

As Rayne clasps Koreth's hands in the warrior's salute, she nods her thanks to him. "I will follow ye while our paths lead in the same direction. Thank ye fer the welcome."

"The stench of death and blood lingers here," Koreth says loudly so that all can hear as he turns to address everyone "those that feed upon such things will be here soon, it would be wise not to encounter them." He looks to Tak, as if looking for advice or words of wisdom, then to Ptellac before continuing "We must decide what to do with the paralyzed tarek, if anything. That matter I leave up to Ptellac's wisdom, it was his people whom they attacked and it shall be his laws with which they are punished."

Tak’ nods in agreement, "you are wise in your assumption Koreth - while the scavengers of the forest are not the most fearsome of creatures - the scent of blood is bound to draw attention." Koreth grimaces at his wounds and adds, "I think it would be wise to find a camp site some distance from here so that we may heal our wounds and rest." "I think Koreth is right. We need to gather our things and find a safe place to rest." Looking at her wounds again the Mul smirks. "I know I need to do some mending meself." Turning to the grieving Ptellac "I'm sorry fer your loss."

Rayne looks about for something to bandage her wounds until she has time to mend them further. She then looks to see where she can be of the best help and offers a hand to anyone who needs it. (as much as she can with her wounds.) "Whatever we decide, I say we rest before anything else..." Mendi states.

As everyone begins to talk, Chit-Zik begins searching through Tarek corpses for his missing chatkcha. He looks up at the mention of hunting the fleeing Tareks, knowing what he says will surprise anyone who does not understand him yet.

"Let them go. The smell of fear and blood surrounds them. They won't last long." He digs his claws into a dead Tarek, trying to pull out his throwing wedge. "We may face more predators if we follow them - or stay
here."

Ptellac states out loud, "We cannot leave yet. We must return these warriors to Mother Earth and not leave them for the scavengers. I will need help burying my people." He walks over to the last pterran warrior to have fallen. He gets leverage by pressing his clawed foot on the tarek's head and pries the bone long sword from the beast's skull. A solemn vow follows the warrior to his grave" I shall wield it with honor and return it to Lost Scale."

The blinded tarek was dead, thanks to the coordinated fires of the elf and the halfling. While Elric recovered from the fight and began to ease the pressure by talking and enjoying the mere fact of being alive, the elf had a grim task to complete, with Tak's aid, he made sure that all fallen tarek were dead. That was one of the first things you learned as a caravan guard; ever be sure that a dead foe is really dead! That done, he went back toward the small group. Mendi cast the thri-kreen an evil glare, and said in an unfriendly tone: "I thought we had a leader whose orders we obeyed! Koreth told you to stay back and send your darts! You were supposed to attack from distance and heal the wounded, not to find yourself in the middle of a melee!"

The elf thinks, <Beast, you cannot even understand obedience to orders!> before continuing out loud, "Do you challenge our leader's authority? Do you consider his orders a waste of breath? - Mendi took a step back as the thri-kreen advanced one or two paces his way, but stood ground as the peaceful druid stopped, antennae twitching...

The thri-kreen merely waited for the elf to continue looking towards his other companions to see if they would speak up as well.

Mendi did not wait for a response and continued, "I know that thanks to your bold move, we had two less tareks on our hands, but if you had obeyed, maybe we could have saved one of the pterrans! Koreth, you have to assert your authority better than that," said Mendi, looking toward the young Tyran warrior. "If we remain as disorganized and disobedient, people will die stupidly! I trust your skill, and I trust you, but we must, as a group, stick to our decisions! Once Koreth has been elected as a leader, we must *obey* or challenge his lead, but there is no middle way! Tak, Elric, Aryus, what do you say?" All the while, Mendi spoke in the tone of the faithful lieutenant dressing down green troops in the name of the captain. For a change, there was no irony when he spoke of the young noble, but he really appeared irritated and unsettled.

Looking up from the grisly task of burying the dead, Elric speaks his mind, "Tis true, I agreed Koreth would be leader. I did Not! however agree for him to be my tyrant or that he should dictate my every action. Did I need him to tell me to lift my sword or when to bring it down? Chit-Zik is a born hunter and followed his instinct. Who is to say how the battle would have turned had he stayed out of melee? Koreth, Rayne, Ptellac and I could have been mobbed and would now be the ones joining Mother Earth. As far as I can see Koreth understands these things, he is not such a dictator and should not be painted one by you."

"Tyrant? Dictator? I think you misunderstood me, Elric. We have to make a choice, either we have a leader and follow his orders in critical situations, or we don't. I did not say that the kreen's actions didn't save the day, but he nearly fell already when we met his brethren in the ravine... I'm pretty sure we could have used his healer skills, and what I see is that we walked on the brink of disaster once more. I'm experienced in group fights, I'm a caravan guard; if we don't stick to some kind of plans, we are running into trouble! Discipline is a quality in group fights, while you showed a great talent for... anarchy. If we let some of us follow their instincts (Mendi blanches visibly as he casts a nervous glance in Chit's direction), well, I prefer not imagine what could happen in some tricky situations! What I hinted at is that if we trust Koreth, we have to follow his orders or abandon any semblance of organized action."

The elf takes a deep breath and adds, "This issue is going to play us tricks and we really need to discuss it extensively. I back Koreth's lead wholeheartedly, but I want to stay alive, and for that I believe more in discipline and group actions than in individual heroics! Koreth's order were commonsense, and though each of you that jumped into the fray acted boldly, once more, this could have lead us to disaster. Besides, who knows if we couldn't have saved one of them with some more coordination?"

"It is my opinion that the healers should not be risked in the fight, even if they are as impressive as the thri kreen is. He was nearly downed by its brethens in the ravine, this could happen once more. Besides, his move was too hasty, and he placed himself twice in awkward situations. Those could have been avoided with some more planning and coordination. We ought to react in a more organized way! Let's come back to the point of healing; Tak can mend some flesh with the way, Chit and Aryus are able to call on the power of the Elemental lords, but who else can heal? Tak and I can scout ahead of the party, but who else? Aryus and I can stay in the second rank and hurl missile, and so should Chit, in my opinion! I know that no planning resists the real action, but no planning is an invitation for disaster! Take Tak's idea to make a lot of noise, for instance: I was the only one to try to implement it, while I'm sure this was a good idea! But since most of us acted on an individual basis, this was to no avail..."

When it is mentioned that the pack is disorganized, Chit ventures forth his opinion again. "The pack grows larger, but as it does, it grows weaker. The clutches are too large. We must fight in smaller groups, all working together." He looks around the party. "Tak and I work well, and Rayne has the will and the strength to remain active almost as long as I. She is amazing for a dras, even a mul one. Only Tareks can have many fight as one. We are many different races and strengths. We cannot, although small groups among us can."

Tak' listens to the discussion on the authority of Koreth, and the battleskills of his companions and tactics of the group as a whole. Waiting until there was a clear opening, Tak' spoke his thoughts, "Elric and Chit-Zik run free in life and in battle. Their hearts and sturdy, and they fight for the good of the pack - I place my trust in their instincts, just as I do in Koreths leadership."

"However, to work to our potential, we must all put aside personal emotion and goals for the benefit of the whole. At camp tonight I suggest we run through some strategy and tactics that will enable this pack to prosper and avoid loss in adversity."

Koreth grunts as he pulls his sword from the ground, blood still smeared down its length. He listens intently to the words of his companions. "In response to one of your concerns elf, Tak will be second in command. Follow his orders as if they were from me." He looks to the slaughtered pterrans with a heavy sadness in his eyes <Such a slaughter, what did these pterrans do or have to deserve such cruelty?>

Tak' raises his eyebrows at Koreths comment. Only a short while ago Koreth had only anger for him, and now there seemed to be some element of respect. <Koreth grows> Tak' thought sagely.

The noble warrior continues, "Leaders lead best when they do not have to, or so Crel has told me on numerous occasions. Perhaps the battle would have gone sour if Chit had not jumped in, perhaps not. I am no seer, the future is as misty to me as it is to most. I know the ways of war. I have noticed from the first battle that Chit has the tendency to leap quickly into battle, usually ending up with some severe if not almost fatal wounds. I had hoped to hold him in reserve, to leap in and heal the severely wounded and to harry the tareks with his throwing wedges. I cannot be everywhere in a battle, telling each of you how and where to strike. As a leader it is my duty to organize you in battle, but any commander worth the spit he polishes his boots with knows that orders do not always hold up in the frenzy of combat. I rely on all of you to react on your own, to make your own decisions, but also to keep in mind my orders. I gave the orders for a reason. In Chit's case, it was to keep him and others from grave injury." He gazes at the strange form of the kreen, wondering if he would follow any orders besides Tak's. "I would appreciate if you hold my words with more respect in the future Chit. It wouldn't hurt if you shared your healing talents more often as well."

Are his actions are argued over, and leadership is debated, Chit-Zik merely listens. Finally, after Koreth speaks of him, he voices his opinion. "I saw none that could use my efforts in healing as much as threats to the pack. I leapt to defend you - every last one, even the elf who often smells of an intoxicating fear when I'm close." With his strong backhand, he rips the wedge from the tarek's body and begins to clean it.

"Dead enemies do not kill. I can heal after the battle, or during if it is very important. None of you have eggs. You do not need my protection all the time. I will heal all who tell me they need it, and I will follow the pack leader, when the entire pack follows one." He shakes the last drops of blood from his weapon.

"I can attack with my chatkcha's, but they do not come back if they strike a foe. It... makes them forget, and they don't return on their own." He holds both out in front of him. "I have two." Again he waits as the others talk standing a few meters from the others.

The pterran overhears the conversation issuing forth about leadership and orders with some guiltiness. He talks to Koreth, the group's leader, "I am sorry to have put the group in danger, you should have let me die with my kin. How can I be worthy of your trust again...?"

Turning his gaze to the dead pterrans, Koreth asks: "do any of us have digging tools?"

"The graves do not have to be very deep and this fertile soil should not be too discontent on receiving my people." Ptellac then takes a heartpick and handfork from a dead tarek and tries it on the earth. "These will have to serve as improvised pick and shovel. With a few of us working, it should be done before sunset. I suggest Tak and Mendi scout ahead in the meantime and find a suitable place to camp." He then addresses Elric and asks, "Warlock, please mark this place in your map. It should be paid homage as these pterrans gave their life for their village...they were part of the original expedition that set forth with me in charge."

Glancing at Ptellac, Elric nods "It shall be so. I will mark this place as a holy place of honor. So that all who pass in the future will know of the sacrifice of your people. Would you give it a name that I may mark it by? Something meaningful from you would be appropriate I think."

The pterran looks about the dead tareks and states, "It shall be named after the manner in which these beast's have died. Tarek's Split Skull; it is no coincidence that two pterrans split tarek's skulls here this afternoon."

Rayne moves to the pterran that had been killed when her eyes had fallen upon the scene (the druid) picking up a discarded tarek's weapon as she goes. She slowly removes her armor and weapons, dropping them on the ground beside her (except for the wrist razors). With a hint of tears in her eyes she silently kneels and begins to dig a hole. Anyone looking close enough can make out her lips moving in quiet speech - if they are close enough they will hear that what she is saying is in dwarven.

Rayne listens some as the others argue about tactics and leadership. The mul finally decides to speak. "I do not know this "Gaigin" that ye have named yerselves after, but ye all obviously miss 'im. I do not think Koreth is trying to replace 'im as much as he is tryin' to maintain some sort of order. If ye ask me, I think we need to speak a bit of what our idea's are fer fightin' and reach some common ground - it is a wise and safe thing to do. But now is not the time to bicker about such, when a friend is grieving and looking fer help." At this she nods to the pterran burying his kin and returns to her digging.

The paralyzed tarek begins to stir and is about to regain his strength. Ptellac addresses the halfling hunter, "I bow to your wisdom, you may dispose of the evil beast as you see fit."

Mendi stopped to speak when he saw the stirring tarek. He moved around the remaining Tarek, scimitar in hand. "What do we do of this one?", he said, taking a long rope from his side bag. "Tak, can you lend me a hand?"

Tak' looks at bit disconcerted at Mendi's intent, but soon catches on. With a grimace of derision on his face Tak' helps Mendi out, muttering "One does not play with prey - especially those even baser than animals…."*

Aryus approaches the paralyzed tarek and holds up his spear to the brute. "Tell me, why did you attack these pterrans and where did you come from? The forest is not the place for a tarek to be stumbling about. I'll spare you life only for your cooperation. It seems now that your companions have abandoned you and there does not seem to be much of a choice for you left."

Since the tarek can understand common, Mendi strongly binds the tarek, with the help of Tak, and then begin to interrogate him resorting to... some cruder means.

The terrified tarek is tied and put to questioning by Mendi. Tak is close by to be able to help him in case things go awry. The information gathered with unusual ease is the following: the tareks are originally from the other side of the mountains "where the sun comes up", the band was led by their cruel leader, the tribe resorts to raiding "only rich caravans that have goods to spare", pickings have been slim since the earthquakes and their leader decided to follow a small caravan that passed through about two days ago, the mul describes the caravan as small as he starts counting on his fingers and runs out, he starts again until Mendi stops him with a slap on the side of his head after the fifth try, (DM note: Rayne and only Rayne recognizes the caravan described).

After the interrogation is through, Mendi steps forth with his obsidian scimitar to severe the brute´s neck with one clean cut but is stopped by Ayrus.

The windmage then turns and addresses the rest of the group, "As for this remaining tarek, I think we should show it some mercy. Killing it out of pure vengeance would not make right what has already occurred."

"We will strike not out of vengeance, Aryus, we will strike to protect ourselves and our kin." Tak indicates the clearing where so recently Pterrans had given their life back to Gaea; "giving mercy will only give
another being grief if our captive hunts again." After a bit of arguing, the tarek is left free without any weapons. The beast runs out of the clearing heading east in panic. Tak explains to Mendi, "A panicked beast has no care for covering his track, he will be very easy to follow."

After the interrogation is over, Aryus looks over his companions and heals Elric who's blood has stopped flowing so freely. The warlock gives a court bow to the wind healer and resumes his labors.

"We should make camp somewhere near here. We must heal our wounds, who knows what other surprises these forests have to offer. As for this clearing here, let it be a place of remembrance for those who have perished."

Tak’ walks around the clearing, making sure that no foes remain, turning back to the group he speaks in a strong voice, "we stand at a fork in the path companions, and we have two alternative paths to walk"

"We can tend to our wounds quickly, and press on after the Tareks." Tak’ slams his fist into his small palm," they will be disorganized, few and wounded, and we will be able to strike in a manner of our choosing."

"Or," Tak’ continues, more calmly, "we can consider the Tareks depleted reign in this region of the forest to be tolerable. We can rest, recover our wounds and press onwards."

Tak’ inclines his head to Koreth in a show of deference, "I can leave now to track the remaining Tareks, or to seek out a campsite. Which shall it be?"

Koreth turns his gaze to Tak. "I believe that it is important to know the path of the tareks Tak, but first we should find a campsite. I leave this to you, take Mendi if you wish. The rest of us shall remain here to help Ptellac bury his people. Once we have a place to rest and are camped, then it will be time to find where they have slithered off to. Although in our present state, I doubt a counter attack would be wise. After we are camped, and healing magic has been applied, we will be more able to judge if such an attack is wise."

Rayne looks up once more from her digging at the halfling's words. "I will fight to the death to avenge this slaughter if that is the decision. But I do need to heal some so tell me now so I can prepare."

"You are quick-witted as always, friend Tak. Though you have legitimately pointed a decision we have to make, I say we find a camp first and decide what to do afterward. Though we prevailed, this nearly was an empty victory, some healing is urgent and my ability to use the way is near its limit. Should we fight again today, I'm afraid most of us will be either too weak. Let's go find safe a camp! Though I'm less at ease in the forest, I'm swift and silent and I think you can use a helping hand." Mendi will then wait and go with Tak. He will try to move as silently and furtively as possible, covering Tak's back.

Tak' eyes up the lanky elf, running through his mind what he knows of Mendi and the dangers of the forest. Shrugging his shoulders, Tak' motions for the elf to follow. Before the two depart Tak' says, "Mendi and I will find a campsite and guide you to it. Then we shall track the Tareks for a few miles, to make sure they are not in the area - and capable of returning. We may also be able to gather some useful information."

Tak' walks to Ptellac, inclining his head, "the loss of village-kin is a loss heavy. Know that they lived and breathed in the cycle of Gaea, and will live still in the memories we keep of them." Clasping the scaly Pterran on the arm, Tak' waits a moment, and then sets out with Mendi into the thick forest.

As the slight halfling and the tall elf set off Tak' calls over his shoulder, "keep a fair distance elf," Tak' grins, "so if something ill happens we both do not suffer."*

CAMP

Halfling and elf came back within the hour when a suitable campsite had been found. Neither one of them had tracked down the fleeing tareks at the moment. That chore was left for a latter time, maybe tonight or early in the morning. The clearing was found not far from the place where the heroes finished their burial. The pterrans were put to rest in Mother Earth's womb once more. Ptellac changed moods rather quickly and felt much more at ease when they left the place. The companions staggered into camp silently, the solemn mood had impregnated everyone even Elric.

They went about their chores in an efficient manner, made themselves a fire to keep away the night chill and broke open their food rations. The food was rather bland but it would have to do for tonight. Tak and Chit promised hunting early in the morning, hoping to bring down prey and "meat" as the kreen pointed out. The only odd thing that happened during the camp setup was another rather large shaker that made everyone brace themselves for the worst. They had become accustomed to small rumbling and shaking but this one made everyone's hair tingle (well almost everyone). Ptellac again pointed out how discontent Mother Earth was but contented himself with clearing away gore and dirt from his claws.

As everyone is settled about, Mendi comes towards Elric and asks "Do you know what are those draj and dras the kreen spoke of a few back when we met the mul are? Never in my life have I heard such words..." He casts a covered glance at the big insect with some fear lingering in the eyes still. "Not that I've had that much dealings with them, mind."

Mendi asks both half-elves about their respective past. He questions Aryus about the northern regions he keeps speaking of. He also inquires about what the contest they had to participate in Tyr consisted of. Finally, he asks both half-elves about their parentage.

Mendi states, "Well, I am myself kind of orphan, since my parents have always lived in Tyr, and I never knew the tribe life. The elves I met didn't tell me what tribe life was, or they told me what anybody knows. Savage things they are, indeed! And, as Koreth would probably point, not always to be trusted! Sometimes, I wonder what it is like to live the free life of an elven nomad trader. My father had his own small trading house when I was younger..." Some sadness is visible in Mendi's eyes as he continues, "Well, one cannot change the past. We lived much like humans in Tyr, but I would have liked to know what it is like! It is sad indeed, never to know the life of your ancestors."

The elf looks a bit embarrassed, "hmm... I'm sorry, I didn't want to ill speak of your human parents. I've had a lot of contact with humans since, well, since. I know some of us are as nice as one can be, and I owe my life to a human merchant of Tyr, a former competitor of my parents who helped me after... (sadness once more). No need to brood, tell me more about you!"

Your actions…

OUT OF CHARACTER

HEALTH STATUS

Remember the scale:

Healthy (H) 100% hitpoints remaining

Slightly Wounded (SiW) 75% to 100% hitpoints remaining

Wounded (W) 50% to 75% hitpoints remaining

Seriously Wounded (SeW) 25% to 50% hitpoints remaining

Mortally Wounded (MW) 0% to 25% hitpoints remaining

Ptellac (SiW)

Koreth (W), (SiW) PSP

Rayne (SeW), (SiW) PSP

Elric (W)

Chit (W)

Ayrus (H)

Mendi (H), (MW) for PSP

Tak (H), (W) for PSP

ON THE GAME

1. The turn ends with Mendi's questioning both half-elves;
2. A conversation about tactics is due here; and
3. Tak was going to entertain us with a story.

That should be more than enough for this turn; it should be another good one.

Of course, any action and/or new threads are always welcome. Unless I hear anything different, the next turn will start with both hunters on the prowl. If any of you hunters want to start a mini-turn… Tomorrow, you should leave the forest and continue traveling West.

ON PLAYERS

I always chuckle when I see what a great bunch of people we all are. I mean how we apologize before and after we state something that may offend anyone. I think this is good but I also think that everything said here is not to be taken personally. I think we are all doing a great job roleplaying and no one should get mad at anyone (player wise that is).

I know it is not the case here but in some games, I have seen people refer to their character as if they were themselves and express actions in first person. "I do this or that, when they speak to me, etc" Let's keep everything in third person as it has been up to now unless we the character is speaking and then it goes in quotes. It is great to become attached to characters but you may have to start a new character some time in the future should this one be out of play for some reason. Again, this is a great game with all adult players doing a great job; just keep it up. I am being very much entertained, I hope you are as well.

Questions, comments, and suggestions please.

L8r,

Fabian