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Rostranor wrote:self nominate? -1D My concept of the Ennie's just went down.

-1d for being run by Enworld. Hate that dinosaur.

/ooc I'm off to Paizo Con. See you on the flip-side!

/ooc Yup. I suppose I could have had one of my own PCs contact Fritz but that sounds like a boring bit of roleplaying. :]

/ooc Add luck to this roll right?

1d10-1: ( 8 ) + 1 = 9

/ooc Character’s hair is suffused with dark energy. Roll 1d4: (1) hair turns bone white; (2) hair turns pitch black; (3) hair falls out completely; (4) hair sticks straight up.

Rolling 1d4 = 1

Fritz's hair is now bone white.

/ooc Hopefully Fritz mentioned the place he lives and works. Otherwise there is no way I'm ever going to hook back up with the adventuring party from Bone Hill.

With a nod, Fritz moves to the door exiting this room. He opens the door and visualizes the room he keeps above the wainright shop and steps through.

"Oh I didn't think it a good idea to use it for such simple purposes as walking across Portsmouth."

"Should I try it now?"

Bolstered by the coins on his belt and the powerful magic item on his wrist, Fritz is able to set aside his confusing. " Thank you again for the payment, I'm glad I could be of use. I will return after I have talked to my master. " As he leaves, he stops and turns, " How do I get out ...

Fritz's gingerly accepts the copper band. " Thank you, sir. I do not know what to say! I've only heard rumor of magic. To actually hold something so powerful in my hands... I am at a loss for words. " " How does it work? I cannot cast spells. How will it know where I want to go? What ...

" Yes, I am interested but I would be remiss to take the job before speaking to my employer Jessup. Harvest is coming soon* and we always have many repairs to complete so the farmers can bring in their crops. May I take a week to consider your offer? " /ooc *this is Fritz thinking its 3 mo...

Fritz takes a few polite sips of his tea. The only real thing he can make of this situation is the money in his pocket.

Grasping at straws so as not to appear completely insane in front of this kind old man, "Do you have any other jobs I can help you with?"

"Omar..."

Fritz stammers some nonsense while looking at the tattoo.

"I see. Well thank you for the job. I'm sorry to be such trouble. Its just that I don't remember any of this. Where did I find the rock? Did something happen to me? Did I hit my head?"

" Flame Knife?! " Fritz sits down where he can. " Me? I d-d-don't. You must have me confused... I-I I'm a wainright. " His hand fumbles at his brow, searching for the first signs of fever. " What is your name? " Fritz stares at the old man, hoping, pleading, begging his...

Fritz blinks. " Obsidian?" He turns the rock and bisected bag over in his hand. He tests the weight of coins. His eyes widening. " Oh right, of course. " He hungrily paws through the sack getting a rough estimate of the amount of coins. " Where did we meet? I... am confused....

High I, die. Low I burn luck.

d100= 82

I take it.

/ooc Darnit! Must remain vigilant.

Will Save
1d20+2 = 22

/ooc Is a 20 an auto success? Assuming not. Can't decide if its a good thing or bad thing to fail this save.

I had a great time at Free RPG day at the Fantasy Flight Games Even Center. We ran 4 tables of We Be Goblins Too! over 2 slots. Another great module from Paizo and Richard Pett. Luckily I was able to grab a copy of the DCC offering before the store ran out. Being a Pathfinder player the Xcrawl conce...

/ooc Assuming Fritz doesn't know what the rock is

"Would this rock knick steel?"

Fritz bends down and feels the rock's cleavage*.

*tee-hee

Fearing what reason the rock is in a bag, Fritz sets down the bag on bare piece of floor without opening it.

He takes a good hard stroke and attempts to cleave the rock in two.

"It is impossibly sharp. Slicing through flesh and bone like a scythe through wheat. As you can see no light escapes its surface. That is about all I know."

Fritz takes a seat opposite the old man. He slowly pulls the black blade from its scabbard and turns it slowly over for Omar to inspect. " You must believe me and not take offense, when I say I cannot let you handle it. It guards me like a jealous lover. It has not left my side since I first to...

Fritz follows Omar.

/ooc Do I have any idea what Al-haragash means? Is it a title or a name?

"Fritz."

Fritz steps inside and squints to adjust his eyes to the dimness. He eyes the retainer from head to toe taking in any bulges or lumps that might indicate weapons or armor.

Fritz bows his head respectfully.

"Greetings master Al-haragash. I am Fritz."

Fritz again shows the topmost portion of the blade.

"May we continue this conversation in private? I have much to share about my time spent at the place once known as Bone Hill."