Bags Gandalf! (I am the old guy, after all...)

"Perhaps that is why the Halfling was captured in the first place - to create a diversion that would distract you from blocking their plans. If the two events are indeed related, and not just a product of My Lady's whim." Barak mused. He sighed, glancing with disgust at the remains of the ...

Barak runs his hand across the copper surface of the disc. "As the Goddess wills it.." he says softly, reverentially. Then he straightens his furs, adjusts his belt for travel. "Clearly, we will follow. Though some thought must be given to our prisoner. If the trail leads on much furt...

"I know this demon." Barak says. He speaks loudly, standing more than twenty feet from the corpse, his face a carefully controlled mask. "It is a jo voc . It cannot be killed safely, except from a distance. Stand too close to it, and the wounds inflicted upon it become your own."...

Barak accepts Led's help gratefully, even if his face is flushed with embarrassment. "My thanks," he grunts, re-seating himself while Led control's the mare. "Lead on and we'll follow. Right, Horse?"

The mare snickers non-committedly.

Looking ahead, the party can see that Barak has all but lost total control of his horse. Unwilling to ride into the uncertain scents and sounds ahead, the mare had clamped hard upon her bit and wheeled round, nearly unhorsing the old Heshic. Cursing fluently, Barak struggled to regain his seat as th...

The smell of blood and the tension of it's rider has made Barak's horse skittish, and it shies nervously, chomping at it's bit and blowing heavily. Barak retains his seat with some difficulty, sawing at the reins in a manner that only distresses the horse more, but turns the animal in a tight circle...

Barak nods reluctantly at the wisdom of Led's words, bowing to the inevitability of having to ride once more.

"Let's be off quickly then, while what light we have holds." he says, moving to and climbing atop his long suffering steed.

It appears my post-rate over summer will be one a day. I just thought I'd give everybody the 'heads-up', officially. On a brighter note, I'm really enjoying the game and the characters created therein.

"We are Destiny's Chosen," Barak says, with a tired shake of his head, "There are no more decisions to make. Our path is mapped." He breathes, long and deep, then shoots a gaze like steel at the necromancer. "We need information - both from the battle ahead of us, and from t...

When Skyseeker refuses his potion, Barak shrugs, then downs the liquid himself, the magic contained within instantly healing his wounds and easing his pain. He straightens, sighing with relief. He watches with cold eyes as Led secures the Necromancer, then listens silently to the party's discussion,...

Barak staggers, barely managing to retain his footing. He catches Marrik's eye, nodding once in respect of the Paladin's efforts. Then he turns and waves towards Vynarkus, the action bringing a wince to his weathered features. "I am a foolish old man," he grunts, "Panicking like that,...

Barak howls with pain, his jaw clenched in determination. He calls forth power and sends it shooting towards the hellhound.


ooC: magic missile

Seeing Led regain his feet, Barak skids to a halt, surprise and relief plain on his stalwart features.

He glances wildly around him, perhaps recognising the danger his headlong plunge has placed him in, and takes two uncertain steps north, returning the vial in his hand to the satchel.

Dodging south around Marrik and the product of the Paladin's axe-work, Barak continues his sprint towards Led's side. He pulls a faintly glowing vial from his bag as he runs.

Barak's expression hardens at the sight of Led falling. He charges towards the downed shapeshifter, rummaging inside his small satchel as he runs.

ooc: Barak runs as far as he can towards Led.

Barak's face a mask of concentration, he sends more force howling towards the Owlbear.

ooc: Barak casts magic missile at the Owlbear.

Barak casts again, sending another pair of magic missiles at the Owlbear.

Barak takes a step south, towards Vynarkus, improving his view of the Owlbear. Then he draws forth power, sending it flashing towards the magical creature.

ooc: Move one square south and cast Magic Missile at the Owlbear

ooc: I'm sorry, all. Hella weekend at work. Ahh, but enough of me bitching, if Laurel will pardon my French... " 'Ware his arrows!" Barak shouts, "He casts Flame upon them!" As he speaks, Barak reaches frantically into his small satchel, removing a weathered scroll from inside. ...