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"Perhaps if we push it round it will open something. Or perhaps it triggers some sort of trap, and we're just about to kill ourselves horribly." "Worth a shot!" Millie replied, bracing herself against the corner of the sarcophagus. The corridors all appeared to be dead ends (literally, in the...

"This sculpture's finger is missing. Can anyone see it?" "No fingers over here," Millie called back. There wasn't much of anything, aside from dust, but it was pretty dark even with the torches and lanterns. The lanterns, incidentally, had apparently caught James and Wilmet's attention, and...

The arcane apparatus held Millie's attention for about a minute, but she moved aside once Crazy James came over to scowl at the thing up close. The gnome in the robe seemed interested in the relic as well. Millie was a little wary of the religious symbol he was wearing, but he seemed friendly...

"So, have St. Cuthbert's faithful found a new temple?" Millie sniggered, and replied "Oh, it's probably just the tortured souls of the dead preparing to devour all who dare defile the thrice-cursed tomb of the Wind Duke..." She was momentarily distracted as the woman in the mask released...

Millie shook her head sadly as Mr "I'm not drunk, I'm intelligent" started ranting about cairns and carvings. There were a lot of crazy people in this town. Hell, being stuck in the place was starting to drive her mad, too. The human girl was watching the angry guy too. She didn't seem too...

"Then I suggest talking to Auric. He's the one with the bag of gold.". The indignity! Millie wasn't sure that she appreciated being brushed off, particularly if there was betting going on. Still, it was a nicer dismissal than the type she was used to, so she was happy to leave the two elf...

"You know, were I looking to find a lost tomb, I'd rather avoid the inebriated itinerates who probably couldn't draw or describe you a map any better than they can throw. A local on the other hand they'd know, trouble is they'd also know this beer isn't much of a trade." "Hey!" A high-pitched...

Oh dear. Fixed.

This seems interesting; I like the faction idea. How many boons/weaknesses can we pick?

The alluring flounce of the worlds least convincing prostitute was indeed being monitored by a somewhat sleepy cultist, concealed in the entrance of an nearby alley (one of the city's nicer ones - no drunken louts or severed limbs). Despite their drawbacks, ceremonial robes were good for at...

Yannick gaped in silence for a few minutes, and then turned to the goblin. "My friend would like to borrow a dress, please."

Her 'work-place'? Yannick pondered as he made a quick note about the killings on a spare 'Have YOU found Tzarpedon?' leaflet. In truth, he was quite surprised that it had taken 11 murders to convince the goblins not to go out at night, but then again, random stabbings seemed to be a lot more...

To nobody's surprise, Yannick had little experience with prostitutes. Or goblins, as a matter of fact - and certainly not goblin prostitutes, live or dead. On the other hand, he had done a little investigating in the past - well, if hunting down those unfortunates who strayed from the divine...

Yannick peered up at the man on the horse with a degree of suspicion. His internal nearby-diabolical-or-otherwise-highly-malevolent alarm was going off, plus in his experience there was always something weird about a person wearing trousers that tight. Still, the chap had gone out of his way to...