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"American Gods" by Neil Gaiman



just released after three years in prison Shadow became acquainted with an enigmatic Mr. Wednesday who offers to work for him. Left without resources or connections Shadow accepts, and what initially seems a normal work routine will be revealed soon much more challenging and dangerous. Mister Wednesday it is none other than Odin, the supreme deity of the Nordic pantheon, launched into a true work of recruiting the Gods of the Old World with the aim to establish an army and fight a war against ruthless new and modern deities ... Neil Gaiman versatile master of contemporary fantastic fiction, wrote a beautiful novel, able to enchant and move, alternando generi letterari differenti (dal fantasy, al thriller, alla saga epica) e dando vita ad una schiera di personaggi di intensità incredibile. Un libro che oltre ad essere un romanzo fantastico è anche un viaggio istruttivo nelle nostre più antiche credenze religiose, da leggere e rileggere per riscoprirvi ogni volta cose nuove.

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D & D PBEM Campaign 1: getting ready to fight ... is preparing the tactics

[ L e g a r e r d ]
Legarerd aveva seguito Woran, restandosene in silenzio per tutto il tragitto, cercando al contempo di memorizzare il percorso, in caso fosse servito in seguito. Improvvisamente il rumore di un tamburo lo costrinse a fermarsi e a concentrare la sua attenzione sulla sua provenienza. Non gli ci volle molto a capire chi lo stesse producendo. L'odore poi non lasciava adito a dubbi. Con un gesto attirò l'attenzione dei suoi due compagni travel, which was followed by other faster. Then realizing that the gesture could be incomprehensible to those who had not had any military training, he tried to repeat it more slowly and clearly as possible. In essence, the ranger wanted them they were a sheltered spot and avoid making noise while he was going to see more closely. He wanted to assess the strength and composition of the quota that was approaching, and groped to warn his comrades before it was too late.

[M Orgon]
Morgon stopped abruptly at the sound of the drum. He saw Legarerd gesturing widely ... it seemed that he was driving away the flies annoying, but given the situation quite understood that it was not so serious ... crouched down and motioned to Woran with a finger in front of the nose, a clear sign to be quiet and stop.
remained pending Legarerd meant to come back and decide how to proceed.

[L egarerd]
A breath deeply. A prayer to Gaia and then on. Legarerd disappeared among the trees, moving silently toward the source of the noise. The forest offered a good coverage and he felt he was back in tune with the environment around him. After the approach is not too successful with Woran beginning to believe that he left his gifts in the coffin of ice in the lair of the lich. When the path became visible
Legarerd is stopped. Thirty of zombies and skeletons was marching toward the army of the Duke. At the command of a man who by constitution and size, reminded one of the ranger muijna with whom he had to do during the clash with the counselor. The unmistakable barking of the dogs made to erect ears. A group of men and their four-legged companions were leaving the trail to beat the forest inch by inch. Mentally Legarerd pulled down from the Pantheon a couple of random, instinctively checking which way the wind was blowing. From the way they moved and seemed as they were willing to be designed to prevent anyone from approaching Vorloi furtively. Even the Army on the path seemed to be on patrol. But as was the case, his companions were going directly into the mouth and an army of a hundred men, wagons and various sundries not gone unnoticed. Legarerd ran his hand over his face. Needless to stand there thinking about it, the only thing he could do was to try to warn others. So he returned to
Woran and Morgon, his face dark and cold eyes. Before you tell them that what he had seen ch, the Rangers called a second if the hawk had been entrusted. He wrote that he had quickly discovered, trying to be as clear and concise as possible and gave the animal in the hands of Gea. Only then allowed himself the luxury of putting his two companions aware of how things were. "We can still reach your secret passage that we have to invent something here, or on two feet?" asked Woran in neutral, fearing the response of the young man.

[W oran]
Woran had crouched down and remained silent while the high mezz'elfo had gone ahead to realize the number and composition of what appeared to be an army.
Legarerd When he returned he reported what he saw and asked if we could still reach the step. Woran sighing said: "The tunnel entrance is from that part where you say are the sentinels. Maybe it's better left alone, although at this point who knows what will be the guards at the entrance della città". Non aveva mai visto una città, però dai racconti della madre sapeva che avevano delle mura difensive, su cui potevano anche salire le guardie, ed alle porte c'era sempre qualcuno che sorvegliava.
"Mi sembra di aver capito che avete altri compagni, forse dovremmo aspettare loro, se non è possibile aggirare queste sentinelle".

[ L e g a r e r d ]

"E' questo il nostro lavoro, ragazzo..." Legarerd guardò il cielo in direzione di Vorloi, quasi sperando di avere un'improvvisa illuminazione divina "Controllare quanti soldati ci sono dietro a
quelle mura e come sono equipaggiati per poterlo poi riferire ai nostri compagni e all'esercito che è con loro..." il suo sguardo Morgon moved up in anticipation of his opinion.

[D ungeon M aster]
Hawk arrived at their destination. The message was delivered immediately to the general, which did not reveal any particular reaction.
"They are organizing the defense," he said then.
"Be prepared for a confrontation"
"A small troop of about 30 undead is coming to meet us"
"Do you have ideas?" churches addressed the group.

[to be]
"fight to the death ?!?!?" - Said curtly, without looking at the nano even in the face ...

[X enon]
"30 undead does not mean anything. They may be skeletons or zombies, ghouls also would not be too difficult to deal with. Ma .. if they were already spectra (wight) we would have no hope. Mitrok, we must go on ahead and find out what kind of undead are, before deciding whether to fight or absent. You and I together, we can easily recognize that it is not dead. There are riding horses, fast horses, "he said as he looked around. Then he added, pointing to the general." And if we choose to fight is important to choose the field in order to take advantage of the archers and light cavalry, in addition to prayers clerics, before having to engage in close combat, you certainly know make the right choice. "Finally he returned to establish his companion, and smiling said," What do you say, Mitrok? Do you trust me for once? "

[M Orgon]
Morgon merely nodded his head ...
Then he stopped and thought for good ..." Woran ... you have weapons? Have never fought ?
Then he turned to a whisper Legarerd "it is better to move more quickly ... we still give more opportunities to find us"

[M itrok]
"no matter how powerful the Council can not 'lift up to 30 gohul him to patrol the area in such a 'short time. There are simple rites. I have seen recover already 'not dead in this story, and I assure you will zombie.Forse one or two of them can be something more'. But essentially Zombi.Inutile will divide us, and useless pesni truppa.I to go unnoticed with the undead have a sixth sense to find the living, and only put them on the lookout!
Organizziamoci for a fight. Let's divide into two groups in order to catch them by surprise in mezzo.Io Arkhandil and will use the powers that give us our gods against them and we should ridurreconsiderevolmente their number, along with a bunch of first frecce.Dopo Dike 'will attack them in the body in the body.
It 's a certain victory, most likely without loss. What do you think? Before Lancero 'a blessing to many' men as possible.

[X enon]
"It 's an unnecessary risk, Mitrok. If your certainties were disregarded, would lead us all to ruin, to meet more stupid and terrible deaths. I really hope you're right, but it would be crazy to trust a vague reasoning. Shame we lost time trying to convince you. "Having said that Xenon reached at a brisk pace of a horse among the fastest available and climbed into the saddle, gallop to the impending danger.

--- (If no one stops him )
As you walked away from the base camp, Xenon became more circumspect, taking advantage of any natural shelter to observe without being seen. The main priority was to remain invisible, had to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat enemies they faced, and then be able to go back . "Stubborn as a mule," said Xenon is thought to herself, "the next time I try to tell him the opposite of what I want him to do. "
NDG
Mitrok And you thought that should not go against the proposed Xenon, I think doing it on purpose ^ ^ hahahaha

[F enryr]
" we will face them in open field, the archers in front of the infantry, ready to fall back behind his line, and the cavalry on both wings. Date strings with knights also: hit the enemy from the side and back without risk. Load the undead behind only to our command. "He paused
.
" I will lead 'the infantry "- she added, dark -" exploratory mandate to seek the best soil "

[L egarerd]
NDG
Maybe did not understand and then ask sorry, (or the general is a big idiot and then give him two blows on my part ... ^ _ ^) but this phrase meant that Leg wrote the exact composition of the approaching troops, including muijna. -_-'

[D ungeon M aster]
you are, be aware to know the composition, although I appreciated the email and xenon mitrok ..

[S harayah]
Sharayah That morning she got up in a good mood. Legarerd had already left with Morgon and Emil, and there's not much the rest of the group would set in motion. The priestess prayed Gea and then reached the comrades ready for the trip ...
everything was proceeding quietly, ignoring the territori che stavano attraversando emanavano un'aura di morte quasi palpabile, quando giunse un messaggio di Legarerd che avvisava di un folto gruppo di non morti.
Alle parole di Mitrok, Sharayah gli lanciò un'occhiata corredata da un'espressione piuttosto piccata. "Anche io posso occuparmi dei non morti." fece notare dato che non era stata presa in considerazione proprio da un suo fratello. "Non me ne starò seduta su un carro senza un più che valido motivo." decretò con tono deciso. "Per la tattica militare non sono di sicuro il soggetto più qualificato, quindi decidete pure voi."

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D & D PBEM Campaign 1: trouble on the horizon


[ L e g a r e r d ]
"Ora che il nostro nuovo amico è in good hands ... "said a Legarerd
Morgon with a nod," I can handle it ... "
as suggested by the bard himself had thought
to see if there was something to be discovered in the forest and now that could get rid
dell'incombnza Woran to keep under control, leaving
with his two companions, he could implement his plans.

[D ungeon M aster]
Legarerd The Hawk arrived at their destination.
Another arm was waiting for him. Another hand unrolled the message. More eyes read it.
"We continue, perhaps Vorloi there is still hope" after it was ruled Neelkamal past the message.
"We nuove tracce di padre Balam. Vogliano gli dei che egli sia vivo, e che ci stia aspettando"
Ndg
Il gruppo è circa con due ore di ritardo rispetto agli esploratori, comunque il viaggio è del tutto tranquillo, anche se, naturalmente, più ci si avvicina a Vorloi e più il paesaggio diventa funesto..

[ L e g a r e r d ]
Legarerd sparì nella foresta per controllare che non ci fossero altri
occhi e orecchie indiscreti nei dintorni, non prima di aver mandato un
messaggio al resto del gruppo dove, con poche e stringrate frasi,
spiegava quant'era loro accaduto fino a quel momento.
Disse loro che la strada era sicura almeno fino al punto in cui erano
giunti. Accennò alla devastation met.
absence of living beings along the way and seemed to have that meeting with Woran
in turn have met Father Balam
best in circumstances not specified. The message contained in over their intention to continue to
Vorloi, where according to his calculations would come in the evening
submitted. Other posts would be followed in case of novelty.
Before starting to scour the area, the ranger was a moment
fix the hawk flew away, then focused on the rest. There
put a little 'to control a sufficient share of territory, but to end it turned out that apart
them there was no trace of a living soul around.
only desolation and pillage everywhere.

[W oran]
Now we explain the interest that had access within two mezz'elfi ... probably also knew their father Balam
"It's been exactly three weeks and one day, yesterday we had to meet, but he has not made the appointment. When I met the first and only time there was a woman with him, Marianna. Since I have no reason to stay in this forest Vorloi I was just going to look for it, you too are looking for him? "
After a moment of reflection, perhaps sorry for saying too much, he added, "you do not want to hurt them, right?"

[M Orgon]
Morgon nodded at all the steps Woran was revealing ... "mmm, three Marianna week ... ... "
" If you try too? you ... yeah, right ... to hurt him when I would say no ... not at all, but ... because we are looking we think might give us a big help ... but that's another story ... "
Morgon reflected for a moment ..." But you have lived for so long isolated in the forest but for real, "he said, smiling Morgon, trying to put at ease Woran the young, and above all trying to buy time for the return of Legarerd, to decide together whether to continue exploring all, carrying Woran. If you wait for the group, all with only one Woran ... while awaiting the response of the young man took a deep breath, and returned staring at the young

[M itrok]
"Gea want it!"
exclaimed 'radiant Mitrok.
NDG: there are, but for now I follow and I have nothing to add, since it does not make me destroy Ema's book Sorcius ...

[M Orgon]
"Emm ..." coughed Morgon "obviously do not have to be afraid of us ... what he meant is that the situation in Legarerd Vorloi is not the most optimistic ... and if you'll join us, surely the possibility of not be attacked, or being able to survive thieves, pickpockets, or on the road decrease chissacosa "
" There ... "
"So ... if you want you are welcome Woran"
Morgon was affable as he could in a situation ... looked like the young smiling ...

[W oran]
Woran had talked a bit 'with Morgon, seemed to be a reliable and friendly person
"Yeah, I was born here and I was raised and educated by my mother, until recently," frowned a little in revive the recently bereaved. At the proposal of the two
mezz'elfi, youth do not know what to reply, would reject the very least strange, but maybe if he accepted he would run even greater risks. ... Had to decide quickly whether or not he could trust these men. Legarerd Morgon and then looked, sighed, then said: "Hunter, Morgon, there is another thing that I did not tell Father ... Balam, quando riprese il viaggio per tornare in città, mi mostrò l’ingresso di una mezza specie di passaggio segreto per Vorloi.
E’ un cunicolo non molto lontano da qui. Mentre lo raggiungevamo il chierico mi mostrava ogni particolare in modo che mi ricordassi la strada, anche se non lo ha detto apertamente, sono certo che lui desiderasse che in un’evenienza del genere io potessi ricordarmi di quel cunicolo. Qualcosa mi dice che posso fidarmi di voi, non so dove il passaggio sbuchi, né so se vi possano essere pericoli ad attendere viandanti indesiderati, ma io raggiungerò la città seguendo quella via. A questo punto sono io a chiedere a voi: volete venire con me?”

[ L e g a r e r d ]
Alle parole di Woran, il ranger si limitò a una lieve stretta di
spalle, verso Moran. Come a dire che per lui non c'erano problemi.

[ M o r g o n ]
Morgon sorrise alle parole di Woran e percepì la stretta di spalle di Legarerd...
"Credo" disse con il sorriso sulle labbra "che potremmo organizzarci in questo modo, se la cosa sta bene a tutti. Emil tu dovresti tornare indietro e spiegare tutto ai nostri compagni, io e Legarerd potremmo accompagnare il nostro nuovo amico fino a questo fantomatico ingresso segreto...per darci un'occhiata..."
"cosa ne pensate?" usò il plurare ma si rivolse palesemente rivorto a Legarerd.

[ L e g a r e r d ]
"Per me va bene" rispose il ranger with a nod.

[D ungeon M aster]
Legarerd Morgon and then continued to move forward with Woran, which led them gradually into the forest. After walking for about an hour
Woran pointed to leave the main path into the forest.
It was then that they heard him.
A drum broke the silence. It was followed by dozens of wailing and lamentation.
Little time passed before the smell of putrefaction and death came to their nostrils expert.
Meanwhile, Emil had met the group and explained what had happened (NDG: the absence of the player, I have done this move .. I hope that the rightful owner returns to write ^_^). The commander had given orders to accelerate the pace, and so the group was gradually reducing the distance by the explorers.
NDG
the trail is getting back on a quota enemy (and you can not determine how large).
Woran suggested that the route would lead to secret away from the main path.
course the rest of the group still does not know anything.
to you.

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D & D PBEM CAMPAIGN 3: running people!

[D n Unge M aster]
Golfalon shook hands with Samael and was about to take a step beyond that to everyone but him, was the edge of the precipice.
appeared rock solid for a while under the boot of the blond warrior, ready to support its weight and that of companion. At that moment
Kreen cry '.
"LOOK!"
His right hand pointed up towards the peak and the beholder ', except Golfalon, turned pale'.
darting in the sky a fireball as big as a dwarf and hurled towards the group with unerring accuracy. He
a curved path, gaining speed 'as he fell, falling, falling ...
adventurers did just in time to take cover, then the fireball hit 'the edge of the abyss on the left, with a roar and a burst of flame. The entire stone platform tremble '.
"It is the '... the peak ... there' s something ... a beast that spits fire ..." - Pants' Kreen, back on their feet and indicating the point from which the bullet had left the funeral home. ^ __ ^ NDG



[G hino]
Ghino was only a moment charmed by the stone that had formed under the foot of Golfalon and then the ball of fire he went down towards them, but he recovered quickly.
"PRESTOOO! Prestoooo We must go on" the last words were covered by the din.
"Golf forzaaaa take us beyond .." shouted the warrior approaching and holding on with one hand at his armor, ready to follow the group.

[Z ackheron]
Zackheron fell to the ground just in time to avoid dangerous consequences of the bolide
fire, then got up quickly and he went to touch the warrior
in the hope that the illusion was broken
touching man. Then he said, "if at the end of this journey ... all
this is not worth it .... I kill someone violently ..."

[S M ael]
"FOR THE BEARD OF GROG ROSSOOOOOOO"
silence ...
Samael was clinging to Golfalon when the fireball exploded ...
whispered panting and afraid ... "My knight ... if we want to stay here still suggest you wear a helmet ... otherwise, please ... let's move or find shelter ... Gyx is disturbing .. .
he made a slight pressure on the rider to tell him to go ahead

[G olfalon]
Golfalon confidently put your foot where other there was only emptiness and death. Even Samael did.
Golfalon smiled. He was succeeded in his intent. He had managed to convince him. Maybe not in an entirely correct, but the important thing was I did. The others were convinced accordingly.
He turned right to get them going, and instead saw the fear in them.
What?
escape, he threw to the ground.
What? what they were targeting? Samael
then hugged him, and Ghino Zackeron met him. Fear of emptiness was like death, won by more. Golfalon still difficult to understand exactly what was the new illusion, but it mattered little.
[Ghino]
"Golf forzaaaa take us beyond .."
[Samael]
... "My brave Knight ... if we want to stay here again I suggest you wear a helmet ... otherwise, please ... let's move or find shelter ... Gyx is disturbing ... "
" You are .. "
" Be close to all 'he said.
"Let me walk, and I will take you beyond this illusion"

[G henna]
Ghenna leap' towards Golfalon, together with others, to avoid the fireball that, perhaps, if it launches, STVA hit.
"Devils and Demons" said '"Let's get out of here, I have no intention of being toasted by some magic or illusion whatever you want .... if you see a street Golf, guide us. We will follow ... maybe with my eyes closed, not when the abyss ar .... but now away from here, soon! "

Make Your Own Flea Trap

D & D PBEM Campaign 1: A new arrival and so many questions

[L egarerd]
Legarerd opened his eyes slowly. Through half-closed eyelids he saw the sun rise over the glass of the window and felt a warm weight against his body. He smiled, turning his head to look at the profile of the face of Sharayah still wrapped in sleep was slowly and reluctantly slipped out of bed without waking her up.
He had to leave before the rest of the group to ensure, together with Emil and Morgon, that the road would have covered the army of the Duke was safe. He was not particularly enthusiastic, but that was his job, and had to be done.
He had a quick freshen up for remove the fog that enveloped the brain, had eaten a quick meal and had gone to Vorloi, with very good mood and the smell of Sharayah still in his nostrils.
The mood had changed but the hours passed and the landscape that unfolds before them. The death was felt at every step and its stench had slowly replaced the essence of the priestess of Gaea, worsening his mood. The sound of hooves on the pavement to the ears of the Rangers seemed a grim funeral march. Then something changed. Under the tramp of horses, Legarerd sensed something different and his instinct was abruptly awakened the attention and skyrocketed.
"Maybe we are not alone." told his two companions di viaggio in un sussurro appena percepibile dai due, continuando a cavalcare con disinvoltura. A gesti visibili solo a loro fece capire che intendeva andare a controllare di che si trattasse. Forse era solo un animale, ma voleva esserne certo. Però aveva bisogno di un diversivo se voleva provare a scendere da cavallo senza essere visto e cercare di arrivare alle spalle di chiunque o qualunque cosa fosse. Avrebbe lasciato ai due l'onere e l'onore di fare ciò che meglio credevano per permettergli di defilarsi in tutta sicurezza.
NdG: Se gli altri non hanno idee migliori Leg vorrebbe andare a mettersi nei guai a gratis... ^_^
NdPG: Si lo so Sharayah... mi hai detto di fare attenzione... ma occhio non vede... ^_^

[ M o r g o n ] Morgon Legarerd
observed carefully and the gestures that he had done ... then casually said, "Emil ..." tone a little higher than usual "... since the day today seems to be boring, do those who come first in that tree over there ..." said, pointing to a tree that grew right on the edge of the road ahead ... and then giving his spurs, he turned to look at Emil, hoping that it was following, just throwing a look of understanding with Legarerd. He hoped the fact that sudden rush to draw attention to them and leaving behind Legarerd this could act a little more undisturbed ...
- hopefully good - thought
NDG
Note to Ema and Sorcius. I have already sent an email to the face-off between Morgon and Sorcius ... I am point and continue in parallel with the story in flashback and think may not be important?

[W oran]
The young backpacker, had just left his hut. It had been a sudden decision and had spent a good part of the journey to remember the happy times spent in the forest with her mother, as well as the agony of his loss.
Every now and then looked around for somewhere to recognize, a few trees to take him to his destination, but for most of the time looking at the blanket of leaves on which he walked. Suddenly he heard footsteps and entries come from nearby, carefully took refuge behind a row of trees: he felt that the mission was entrusted to needed care and a kind of fascinating secrecy.
From behind the trees he saw three men on horseback, a few yards spiandoli walked beside them, there were really strange beings, they were not like him, maybe they were those belonging to other races of which his mother had spoken to him.
At one point, two of them suddenly a race and fast forward, trying to follow them lost sight of the third left behind.
Suddenly he heard a noise behind him, turned around and found Legarerd mounted his horse and advanced towards him ... I had noticed, then.
had great confidence in his abilities, called to mind the words of the spells, ready to pronounce them, while waiting for the knight heads high, even if it were petrified by fear and the consequences of that encounter.
NDG1: Welcome back, after more than a year I'm back ^ _ ^
NDG2: Description:
Woran is a young man who shows more than 20 years, slightly lower than average, with dry physical (some would call too thin) . The facial features are delicate and intense with deep brown eyes set against the pale complexion. The hair that reach almost to her shoulders, brown hair too, have no real guidance, depend wind direction (and the position he assumed Woran during sleep), we only move when the go with one hand before his eyes. The only thing we care on a regular basis is a beard, looking to shave every day, for the remainder of the time uses it to study, not care of the body.

[L egarerd]
Two piercing blue eyes, cold as ice, stared at each other for long moments. Approaching
was easy, do it in absolute silence, a bit 'less. Legarerd blamed the long captivity. It had made him incapable of even the simplest things. It was like an old rusty sword, unused for a long time. He could still be used, but affinatezza its wire was bad.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you." the voice of mezz'elfo, the unusual exotic accent, it was cold as his eyes. The curved blade of his sword, rising upward parallel to the forearm, seemed to shine on his own reflecting the rays of the setting sun filtering through the trees.
The muscles were tense, ready to shoot.
NDG 1: Overview. Leg is 1.80 m tall Athletic, tanned skin from the sun. Under the studded leather armor of blacks wearing clothes, his long black cloak with a hood, too, which keeps down and cover your back. Walk with graceful step and feline. It has a symmetrical face covered with a veil di barba incolta, dai tagli netti, ma non spigolosi. Naso regolare, labbra carnose, occhi azzurri come il cielo d'estate, venati di pagliuzze cobalto e lunghi capelli dal taglio irregolare che variano dall'azzurro del mare al blu della notte, ( insomma ha le meches ). Capelli che scendono morbidi e scomposti fino alle spalle, incorniciandogli il viso e nascondendo parzialmente le orecchie a punta.
Ndg 2: Benvenuto! Ma mi pare sarebbe meglio dire bentornato... Comunque Ciao! ^_^

NdG: Solo una precisazione. Mi sono accorta solo ora di non averlo
detto nella mail di sta mattina: Leg è a piedi non a cavallo... ^_^

[Woran]
"Uccidermi? e per quale motivo?"
poi, rendendosi realize that perhaps the phrase that did not offer the "good reason", he decided to tell the truth as far as I know, probably the person who was in front was a bloodthirsty murderess, it's best to avoid angering:
"I" stopped to think, not knowing how to describe "is an inhabitant of this forest, I'm traveling to Vorloi ... you know, I've never seen a city and would love to visit it, in fact I never even saw people like you ... I watched out of curiosity, I will not hurt you "
Despite his words, even shook his hand around the stick so imperceptible. He looked at the
mezz'elfo with the air of someone who does not want a confrontation, but just want them out of an uncomfortable situation.

[L egarerd]
"Eyes peering through the thick of a bush can be misinterpreted, I have thought it?" the man's voice did not change even in the face of visible signs of those who had taken the diplomatic route. Moreover, the ranger was not famous for knowing how to deal with people and not even be interested in "Death has permeated the soil of this region and the roads are not safe. You should know that we live ..." gaze wandered exile figure of the young as if seeking to discover their innermost secrets. What I did not say the words, he said the body "Look you're just curious, can be very risky these days ... "

[M Orgon]
hope that the diversion had worked Morgon restrained the horse slowed down ... he stopped ... he gave a light pat on the horse's neck to thank him for the sudden effort After a pause ... then waited for a signal ... ... by Legarerd was undecided whether to go back to look for or wait ...
opted to backtrack ... attentively observing the forest in the thick of which he had stuck to their Legarerd galloped ...
NDG
Benarrivato!

Morgon When you meet this is his description: Hair
blacks as night gathered in a long tail with a colorful ribbon
. Eyes dark as the night sky. The face is smeared with a thin beard
. Physical dry and rangy.
tends to wear long dresses to cover the tattoos on the body that brings (mostly
elvish runes). Her light step reveals his elven descent, but his appearance does not hide his
part of human blood. Hanging from the belt,
almost always hidden from the mantle, is his short sword. Hanging from the belt,
the opposite side to the sword, makes a fine show if
a flute carved in wood, with elven designs on its surface.

[W oran]
The young man heaved a sigh of relief, perhaps, after all, half-elf that was not a cold-blooded murderess, perhaps did not want to hurt him. Then ventured a question: "But if the roads are not safe, what are you doing here?" I always dress this forest, but its inner part, no one is ever pushed beyond where my hut. If you really must know, besides my mother, you're the third person I meet in this forest and, like the first two, I speak of death and city roads unsafe. I think that this cleric had absolutely right ... yes, Father had just Balam right. "

[L egarerd]
"Now maybe you have given me a good reason not to kill you." a slight smile pursed lips Legarerd, hearing the words of Woran. Whistled deaf to understand Emil Morgon and his whereabouts. The eyes moved toward the sky for a moment to consider what was missing at the sunset.
"As for us, it's just a question of what drives us to work through this land ... but not with me you'll have to talk about this ..." he merely said in a softer tone, but not too much. My mind went to
Mitrok. If my memory's faulty, as well as his ability, Father Balan was appointed by the clerk of Gea an opportunity at that time eluded him. He wanted to have them at that time, even if the poor guy would probably dazed, submerging of questions.
With a twist of the wrist he picked up the whistle that he kept tied. The acute signal booster tore the air immediately followed by the equally sharp cry of a hawk. A moment later, tapping in a puff of Woran the head, the animal landed firmly on the tense Legarerd kisses.

[M Orgon]
Morgon heard the whistle ... dismounted and taking the reins if you say getting behind in the bush ...
video as branches Legarerd standing with the arm and the hawk perched in front of him at a young man ... you did ... avvivinò to do a lap around the horse's bridle to a tree and place the ... Always on hand a short sword hung at his side ...
"I would say that your game has brought good fruit, hunter ..." then paused, shifting his gaze from Legarerd the newcomer, "What have we here? a spy? an explorer? a traveler scared?" then paused by being the tone of voice he used ... the young man inspired confidence in Morgon, so at first sight "is your name?" said in a tone more gentle

[L egarerd]
Legarerd nodded to the words of Morgon, stroking the falcon and whispering sweet words to keep it good.
"seem to know Father Balam ..." he merely said, Morgon, leaving the task of continuing the conversation.

[W oran]
The attitude of the first mezz'elfo had changed ... who knows what he said is so important, but not bad, at least now felt more at ease.
He came a second person looking too was of the same race as the first. Woran looked at him a little, almost amused by his words.
Asked what was his name, the young man replied
"My name is Woran Milner, was born and raised in the forest, but I know that my parents were Specularum. And who are you, if I may?"

[M Orgon]
The attitude of the first mezz'elfo had changed ... who knows what he said is so important, but not bad, at least now felt more at ease.
came a second person looking too was of the same race as the first. Woran looked at him a little, almost amused by his words. At
Asked what was his name, the young man replied
"My name is Woran Milner, was born and raised in the forest, but I know that my parents were Specularum. And who are you, if I may?"

Lincoln Impinger Ovens India

D & D PBEM Campaign 1: revelations and more revelations


[S harayah]
Sharayah realized pretty quickly that the group at that position was not popular at all, the looks that the guards who threw them were more eloquent and probably will not lift a finger just because it had been ordered by the Duke. The priestess then wondered what had happened to provoke hatred ... they must have done something really big! But he decided not to give us too much, basically they could have had good reasons and that she was aware of the facts was not a thing of key importance.
Sharayah clung to the arm Legarerd leaning a little toward the pocket where he kept her for a caress Blue (NDG: I assume both Leg ^ ^). "Hello princess, I have not forgotten about you ..." he said with a smile caressing her gently, then moved his eyes to the man beside him smiling while brushing her face with a gaze as intense as his. "I would say that we can eat something and then relax a bit'..." he suggested in a whisper interpreting what their eyes expressed.

[L egarerd]
Blue leaned toward the fingers of producing a noise Sharayah with deaf
tail flapping against the fabric of the pocket.
"Eat and relax ..." Legarerd pursed lips as if thinking carefully
"Yeah .. I like the idea ..." said the woman
slightly nodding his head, while his gaze wandered on
district, in a mixture of curiosity and concern. The city had always put the
uncomfortable.

[F enryr]
Fenryr was silent all the way and even when they reach an accommodation.
He sat down with others and use 'a quick meal, just sipping a light beer.
His eyes never stopped to control the environment and at the same time, the companions, like a predator that he smelled an unknown danger. I shall not want 'to record the languid gazes between and Sharaya Legared.
"We'll be together tonight. And we'll call duty" - I whisper, 'everyone and no one in particular, but in a harsh, those who did not expect replies.

[L egarerd]
Fenryr's words, Legarerd put down the beer he was drinking and got up from the table slowly, "I apologize if I did not join the party ..." ranger's voice was toneless "But given what has happened to you today ... I do not want the gods that during my turn I fall victim of a curse and is forced to cut your throat while you sleep ..." just smiled "And given where I've found I can not guarantee lich that has enjoyed only change my appearance over the years ... "he said at last away without another word.

[X enon]
Xenon took the ball, tacked on to the trail of Legarerd." Temo I have other plans for tonight, projects that include women of questionable morals and strong doses of alcohol, "he said smiling," Also, I'm not wanted in this city, "he added with feigned innocence.
Then Sorcius said and added , seriously, "My friend, but first I would like to chat a bit with you as you walk, if you have time and desire."

[S harayah]
Fenryr When at the table said that they would sleep together, the priestess took on a rather disappointed: those were not his plans and was very reluctant to give it up. She opened her lips to reply to Fenryr that was not very well, when Legarerd the anticipated rising soon after.
Sharayah smiled at mo 'apology to his companions stood up in turn, while Xenon mimicked the ranger. "Gentlemen, I suggest you enjoy the quiet moments that are granted as long as it still has the possibility ..." said, in turn, then turning his gaze on Fenryr. As the elf was more icy the eternal ice and diametrically opposite to her character, so they seem devoid of feelings, he could understand that what he said was because of what was happened the night before and during the trip. But certainly the priestess would have given up on enjoying life for that reason. "We'll be careful." simply added, turning to him before turning and running until you reach Legarerd.
"allow me to accomplish what were our plans?" asked in their native tongue, smiling. "I said I wanted to be with you, and are not willing to give up so easily ..."

[F enryr]
Fenryr's shoulders were the words of an imperceptible quiver Legared and Xenon.
"You think it's a game? Are you crazy or stupid. The last time we went out so ': we were attacked, injured, arrested and forced to flee stealing a ship into port, "look
'grim fellow about to leave the room.
had had time to reflect on the events that afternoon. Too.
" It' s not the time to divide the forces. Who comes out now does it to weaken. Who goes out now, will do 'better not come back "

[M Orgon]
Morgon in all this, did not say a word, merely to observe everything and everyone.
Fenryr's words that he always took out his flute hanging on the belt ... ..
laid it to his lips began to play a few notes, and light sweet ... then stopped when Legarerd, Sharayah Xenon and stood up ... smiled at them, without distinction to all three ... and then continued to play a melody of his terra, sempre di sottofondo, una melodia leggera, una ballata tipica del suo paese Riflian...e poi Fenryr aggiunse "Chi esce ora lo fa per indebolirci. Chi esce ora, fara' meglio a non tornare"...lui continuò nella sua sonata, sperando che tutto questo potesse aiutare a distendere un poco gli animi...anche se forse non quello di Fenryr, con il quale avrebbe voluto parlare per scusarsi della freccia la sera prima...ma come fare a trovare il coraggio...poi il suo sguardo si posò su Sharayah...continuò a suonare

[ L e g a r e r d ]
"Non mi sognerei mai di impedirti di fare qualcosa..." le rispose il ranger nella loro lingua, archiviando contemporaneamente le parole di Fenryr come un fastidioso sottofondo che stonava con le dolci note suonate da Morgon. Aprì la porta per lasciar passare Sharayah e senza voltarsi rispose all'elfo dei ghiacci "Non è affatto nelle mie intenzioni di tornare, Fenryr..." fu l'ultima cosa che disse, prima di andarsene definitivamente.

[ S o r c i u s ]
Sorcius si sentiva un poco meglio, ma non era certo in vena di scherzare ne' tanto meno aveva voglia di vedere il già fragile equilibrio del gruppo incrinarsi definitivamente... ma non era in suo potere decidere per gli altri!
Anzi la sua posizione era ancora assai delicata all'interno della compagnia...
Sperava che qualcuno tra i più carismatici potesse riportare tutti alla ragione, senza troppo contrastare da una parte gli ormoni di alcuni ne dall'altra give up the security of all! Xenon
Before he could leave, he rose 'from the table where he sat down beside him and reached Neelkamal and exchange' with him some jokes ... then turned to the other ad 'that he would retire to rest in the rooms at their disposal .... ensuring that it would not open the book Radash, but by 'careful not to pronounce the name of the evil wizard.

[X enon]
After whispering briefly Sorcius, Xenon nodded, placing a hand on the shoulder of his companion, and turned to the other, saying with a loud voice as he approached them after Sorcius was laid off, "Well, because it seems that we get out of the back Legared forever, to the gods willing, I'll change my plans and stay here to celebrate with you, "she said, inquiring gaze linger on Fenryr.
" Oste, a drink "then yelled, pulling out his best smile and let his eyes wander to the inn . Who knows, maybe he would find a girl also available there.

[M Orgon]
Morgon finished the melody and smiled as if the atmosphere in the group was happy, union and stood calmly.
- Better Sorcius talk as soon as possible, better not let too much time - thought the giuovane bard, who started from Riflian in search of adventures that had learned to read in books that felt by the bards sing who came to visit his homeland. He looked
Xenon, Mitrok and just touched with our eyes Fenryr, and then the others still sitting at the table and said in a soft voice, "If you allow me I would like to chat with Sorcius, before falling asleep ... I'll be back soon ... ".
seemed absolutely oblivious to the words of Legarerd ("I'm not going back") or those of Xenon ("we get out of the back Legarerd forever ..."). So he Sorcius
to follow ..
NDG
If anyone stops him (I hope) would like to speak with Morgon Sorcius the fact that he has copied a spell from the book ... after the story of what happened to Sorcius Morgon is beginning to be worried. Ema
tell me if with Sorcius Can we play face to face or continue to write in the list.

[S harayah]
Sharayah smiled at Morgon playing a beautiful melody, and then let himself be led by Legarerd the door, turning back just a moment back to the table. "The intention was simply to stay in our room, not going to make us a picnic in the midst of cutthroat, Fenryr." informed him in a tone of decided on what had been the project of his and Rangers, just to make it clear that she had not even passed the entrance hall of the brain to go to run about to get beat up. He had joined the group to help them in their mission, not to hinder them, and sleep all pressed in one room not seem a good way to help. Not to mention that after years spent in the company of his two older brothers who were concerned for her oppressed almost to the point at times, it was not so inclined to easily give up something he wanted, more so if he could not see anything wrong. He smiled at
Legarerd awaiting you just beyond the door, then clasping his arm.
NDG: I did not understand if Sharayah Legarerd and leave the inn, or just leaving the door of the room where they ate to go into another room ^_^''''

[D ungeon M aster]
Given developments , do this:
The place where you are going through the evening is able to welcome you all and è sostanzialmente collegato alla caserma dei soldati. L'idea iniziale era quella di stanze adiacenti e comunicanti, da condividere a gruppi di 4/5.
Per appartarsi dovete andare a dormire nella palazzina adiacente, usata solo come dormitorio più piccolo, generalmente per i comandanti & co, ma che ha ancora due camere disponibili, e che potete usare in quanto siete considerati fondamentali per l'esercito, come i generali.

[ M i t r o k ]
Il chierico si pose vicino a Fenyr."Pienamente d'accordo. Non stiamo facendo un viaggio di turismo. Nessuno vi obbliga a stare connoi. MA questa missione richiede sacrificio."
Ancora una volta sentiva solo Fenyr e Arkhandil come persone affidabili. Il resto del gruppogli seemed little concerned with their role in the fortunes of Karameikos. Prendesserotutto seemed so lightly. He could understand and Xenon Sorcius who were under the influence of a maledizione.Ma absolutely did not understand the other.
"Who is not 'willing to sacrifice this is not' obliged to continue. We are going to memorize guainei in which it will need the full support and is available 'for each other. I never dreamed of being your own boss. I would not be able to. But if I see a total assenzadi common sense I can not stay silent. "
...
"and you SOrcius, you will have no objection to the book entrust me to sleep in a room with stanotte.Oppure TE.MA trust you .... but I do not trust the book. I do not think you are fully consapevoledel suo potere. TI prometto che non tentero' di danneggiarlo. Stanotte almeno."

[ L e g a r e r d ]
Legarerd levò gli occhi al soffitto sospirando leggermente. Il suo
umore si stava lentamente alterando, ma Sharayah che si stringeva al
suo braccio gli fece comprendere che non valeva la pena discutere
oltre.
"Allora figlia del deserto..." disse infine alla donna nella loro
lingua madre, avviandosi verso le stanze a passo lento "Te la senti di
rimboccare le coperte ad un povero vecchio mezz'elfo che ha cavalcato
tutto il giorno?"

[ S h a r a y a h ]
Sharayah sorrise a Legarerd mentre si avviavano, con una lieve risata alle sue parole piazzandosi then for a moment before him. She watched for a while with a warm look that suggests what went through my head. "I will do everything possible to alleviate the discomfort of the ride ..." answered him on the lips before you kiss and touch her face with a caress.

[D ungeon M aster]
then spent the night with an apparent newfound security. No one disturbed the sleep of the adventurers, who awoke the next morning greeted by a warm sun well-wishing.
The Duke took his leave from the army, keeping faith with its plan to restore its full control in the city. He knew us enemies, but he also knew that they could not get out of the closet too with subversive maneuvers, or face a united response of the party still does not corrupt Karameikos that, fortunately, was still by far the majority.
Like the previous day, Legarerd, Morgon and Emil made by explorers. Along the way the road
leaked a marked sense of discomfort. No caravan of merchants, no wanderer. Many homes destroyed, many small villages scorched by fire, only ashes remained of leather.
But not met anyone. Nothing, except a few solitary animal.
Those lands to the south seemed to have been forgotten by the gods. It was late afternoon that
Legarerd noticed the rustling of the leaves.
It was not the wind.
Someone, beyond the first rows of trees, was walking sulle foglie.