The half-elf eyed the pureblood up and down thoughtfully, then nodded. "Makes sense. I'll take my four hours rest first. Wake me when you're ready for me to take the watch." With that, he threw down his bedroll under the nearest tree, and seemed to drift off immediately, ignoring the sound...

Raising a sardonic eyebrow, the half-elf asked, "And what call would that be stranger?"

Sheathing his dagger and collecting his shortbow from where he had dropped it, Ahkash ignored the offer of healing. He preferred to get a nights sleep and let the priests heal what damage remained past morning than incur any debt to the elf. "Until morning then," he said, slipping the loop...

Shaking his head sourly, and favouring his wounded leg, the half-elf let out a bitter laugh. "That's the first time I've worked for free since I was old enough to see over tables." He raised his hand to forestall any comment. "No...it's fine. I'll get over it," then looking at th...

Ignoring the burning fragments for the moment, the half-elf flanks the deer attacking Renard, and slashes at it with his dagger.

All bards have mirrors...the better to preen in.

Dodging back from the wolf and favouring his leg, the half-elf rogue followed the bard's lead, running to the burning building, and catching up bits of flaming debris which he began throwing at the wolves from a safe distance. In his other hand, he kept his dagger, ready to defend himself if any cam...

Hearing the elf's warning cry, the rogue dropped his shortbow, and drawing his dagger, rushed to slash at the nearest wolf's flank.

Keeping at a distance, Ahkash continues to loose arrows at the wolves.

Spitting a curse, Ahkash draws the shortbow that he'd strung on the way to the farm, and begins firing at the wolves, darting glances to where he could have sworn he'd seen a man vanish into the shadows.

With a snort of either amusement or disgust, Ahkash shrugged, disregarding the look the elf had thrown at him. "Perhaps I will come along regardless...one never knows what amusement will result." He eyed the farmer up and down, shrugged once more, and moved over to the door. "But lets...

As the clearly insane Goblin ran from the inn, the half-elf rogue stepped from the corner, resting his hand on the hilt of his rapier, and pointedly ignoring the two elves in the room. Taking a couple of long strides toward the crying human, and without easing the slight scowl that twisted his featu...

Another Elf, he thought to himself, noticing the tall nervous looking stranger in the white cloak.

He drew further back, keeping a close eye on the way the newcomers hand flexed on his sword hilt.

The dark half-elf Rogue scowled vaguely as he gazed around the tavern from the shadowed corner he'd leant his back against, and chewed briefly at an already ragged thumbnail. A run of bad luck had dogged him of late and his purse was thin, and prospects in this benighted backwater town were grim. La...

Let's go.

Damn...so we have an opening? Anybody asked Usivius? one post per round. Although if you tell me the action for some rounds, it is fine ;) I think it would be good to run the combat as we did in Shadowlands . It maybe wasn't strictly accurate, but it seemed pretty smooth. In other words, I can draw ...

Beware expectation lest it trap you into inflexibility.

Time waits for no-one.