The young maid, having traveled the road next to her healer, stayed by his side as they rounded the curve...

*bows*

As you wish, master...

Rising gingerly from her position under the tree, the maid slowly makes her way across the path to where the halfling and kobold crouch in conversation. She moves gingerly, expecting twinges from the recently healed arrow wound; having none she turns a bright smile upon Marrik. "Again, my thank...

Laurel regards the two newcomers with something akin to amazement. Her fingers itched to get to Hardy's packsaddle and breakout pen, ink and paper to start composing her impressions. But now was not the time... "Dark rumors, milady? I have been but a few days in Waymeet, and while I had thought...

The baleful tones of a new voice, different from the warning voice they heard prior to the ambush, draws the bard's attention. Such restrained...malevolence , she thinks to herself. Whoever this is will have a tale to share, I'm sure. ...if I can get it out of him. A halfling, a g-ds touched, an elf...

Her song cutting off on a high note of pain, the young Darelline bard looks at the arrow sticking out from her shoulder. Her face turns white as not only the pain makes itself known, but the realization that going off in search of stories and adventure is not all fun and games sinks in. Stepping int...

Continuing to sing, Laurel moves 30' so she is 10' west of the unknown woman. Taking aim at the kobold still attacking Marrik, she looses an arrow...

Tugging on Hardy's lead with her shortbow in her other hand, Laurel quickly moves to cover behind the tree/bush 20' to the northeast. While doing so, she breaks into song, hoping to inspire those with her... Try to be best ‘Cause you’re only a man And a man’s gotta learn to take it Try to believe Th...

Lifting her voice so it carries over the dispersing crowd, Laurel lilts out to Ellys, "My sincere thanks! I shall sing praises of The Winding Way whenever the opportunity arises," she finishes with a deep bow over one leg extended in front of her. Straightening then grasping Hardy's lead, ...

Without a second thought to the superstitions of the villagers, Laurel follows Ovanwen out the gate and crouches on the other side of the body. Shuddering slightly, she points at the shoulder where the fungus turns red and watches in horror as it liquifies. Nodding at Ovanwen, she introduces herself...

Laurel eyes the small commotion caused by the cries outdoors with a hint of interest. She enjoyed conversing with Ellys and Ecevinn and listening to what was spoken in the common room of The Winding Way . But other than talk of the missing caravan, not much had reached her ears the past few nights. ...

*bowing towards the DM*

I know we just barely started, but I need to don my Mom hat, and request Beorn be put on hold, for at least a few days. Play on without him, if we can.

As the sun sets ever lower in the sky, the auburn-headed human female exchanges banter and jokes with Ellys and Ecevin, as she had the past few evenings since arriving in Waymeet. Tonight's talk of the missing caravan held her rapt; such was a very rare occurrence in the rolling farmlands of her hom...

If any players are interested, I put together an Excel spreadsheet with this information. I'll be happy to email it to anyone, or upload it to googledocs and grant you permissions to see it.

Let me know.

I eagerly await your word, DM.

*bows*