conversations: human
conversations:  Silver  
  
  Silver's visits to the old man Parthanaux had been less frequent lately.
  
  The ogres were more and more active around Torman and they had even set up camps in the ruins of the villages surrounding the city. It was more dangerous than ever to adventure towards The Great Scar. The city guard had been reinforced and the atmosphere was more austere than ever. All these factors combined were making it difficult to leave the city.
  
  Although the attacks of this horde on Torman had always been successfully repelled, the citizens were inevitably wondering if this conflict would ever come to an end. Some had lost hope; others were hypothesizing that they should seek the help of Aldharan.
  
  The General Oswald Wigric was the holder of the executive power in the city. He was a very cool-headed and practical man who would not put all its eggs in the same basket. While he was forbidding the population to leave the city and firmly believed that he could free the country through military means,  he was also known to organize expeditions through the Treasure Bay to contact the city of Dundal and towards the desert of the Kiath'Shar to reach Aldharan. The last such mission, two weeks ago, was a small contingent of men among whom was Silver's brother Michael who had been forced to enlist. They were travelling toward the Great Scar by a river feeding the Emerald Lake which was pretty much the same path that Silver used to take to visit Parthanaux. The plan was to cross the mountain range before heading south towards Aldharan in an attempt to get around the Boiling Blood Highlands to avoid the Ogres. Like the previous missions, no messenger returned, yet.
  
  At the moment, the sun was set, the curfew was rung, and a cold unpleasing rain was drumming on the roofs. Sarissa was not home, probably taken by... professionnal activities. She had left Silver with her three younger siblings. Celina was in the living room, staring blankly through the window. Daniel was probably playing in the common bedroom and Charity crying at the top of her lungs in her cradle.
  
  
    Tiras  
  
  With a generous mix of skill and luck, Tiras had managed to escape from the pirate Blandus “Burnt Nostrils” Hume and his crew on their way back from the Crab Fjords. The gnome had already been in much worse situations, but it was still pretty unfortunate to be there, alone in the night under a heavy rain right next to the Whispering Peaks, a little mountain range that would almost seem like an inviting shelter if not for the ghostly sounds of the wind on its walls. Tiras could also reach Torman in about one day of travel to the north while the desert of the Kiath'Shar was at least a few days walk south west (and then it would probably take him a few more before reaching a friendly civilization).
conversations: Tibalt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tiras resolved himself to go to torman maybe there would be a clue there and at the very least he would be able to go to an inn to rest. It really did seem to be impossible for him to find the answers he was looking for but that didn't stop him yesterday and wouldn't stop him now. He never visited Torman before but there was always something interesting eventually.
conversations: Iceseer:
conversations: human
conversations:  Silver sighs, looking over to the cradle. She walks over to Charity and lifts her out, bouncing the little one gently in her arms.   There there, Charity, shoosh... Shoosh...   she says, trying to get her to stop crying.   Mom will be home sooner if you go to sleep. And big brother will be home soon...  I hope...   
  
  She continues bouncing Charity a little, heading over by Celina.   You okay, squirt?  
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Recently, it had been increasingly demoralizing to live in Aldharan. One could have believed that the fact that the orcs were being less and less present around the city would have provided relief to the citizens, but a more insidious plague was afflicting most living creatures in the desert of the Kiath'Shar. People were dropping like flies and the temple of the Demigod Imhotep had, sadly, never been so popular.
  
   Groxan 
  
  On the contrary, the faith in The Platinum Dragon had never been so weak. People were literally fed up with anything that had to do with dragons. Thus, Zerthinrax, cleric of Bahamut, was spending most of his time helping Imhotep's priests. Besides, he had asked Groxan to meet him at the temple of Imhotep at noon. It was still early in the morning and the dragonborn still had some time ahead of him.
  
   Ashraf 
  
  Times were hard for the kobold. Pariah among its own and no less ostracized in Aldharan. At least the humans were allowing him to stay in the city... even if his wake was strewn with disdain and undisguised insults.
  
  So far, the temple of Bahamut had given him refuge and peace as it was pratically deserted. Ashral usually saw only Zerthinrax, the head of the temple and sometimes a few crusaders or adventurers. Today, though, Ashraf was woken up by the footsteps of a few, apparently angry, citizens. Apparently, Zerthinrax was absent.
  
   Tiras 
  
  After a grueling trek through the plains of Darmania, Tiras could finally percieve some movement on the horizon. To his dismay, it was not the kind of civilization he expected. Across the ruins of the villages surrounding Torman, dozens of ogre encampments were set between the gnome and the city. They were still way too far to notice him. If he did not want to cross the warlike troops, he would either have to turn back, or to deviate from its path to get around them which would mean at least another day of travel.
  
   Silver 
  
  As Silver reached Celina, she saw that her gaze was not empty; it was horrified ! Outside, despite the curfew, there was a startling riot. People were roaming violently in the streets, breaking windows, vandalizing and plundering houses on their way. This had never happened before; the people of Torman already had enough on their hands with the dragons and their minion to take on each other.
  
  Tonight in Torman, a growing chaos was in the air.
conversations: Tibalt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tiras figuring that ogres weren't the most skilled at detection. Decided to sleep till night fall and progress through the camps to the town of Torman. Thinking to himself  this better be worth it. And once the time came he tried to progress through the camps with his superior stealth skills and looking out for anybody that came near him.
  
   
   Spoiler: rolls 
  
  Stealth (1d20+28)[ 43 ] 
  Perception to detect if anyone came nearby. (1d20+5)[ 12 ] 
   
conversations: Iceseer:
conversations: human
conversations:  Celina, take care of Charity. Lock the doors, bar the windows, and make sure no one gets in.  
  
  She gulps.   I'm going out.  
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Groxan 
  
  Groxan wandered towards the nearest tavern. While it was still early, it certainly wasn't too early for an Ale or three (and maybe some food). He was still in the process of taking his seat when he waved over the nearest server and grumbled a vague order.
  
  
  Groxan tucked his glowing holy symbol under his breastplate and settled in to wait and try and wake up. It was nice to be back in civilization once again, where not everyone was out to kill you. Though the day was young.
  
  
  He made a mental note to ensure all his gear was packed up and ready to go before the afternoon. Usually Zerthinrax didn't call on Groxan to just hand out flyers for bake sales, so it must have been serious.
conversations: Ragnarok'n'Roll:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ashraf got to his feet and donned his goggles, tinted eyewear allowing him to see clearly in the bright overworld. He focused on his meditation, " Bahamut is the Sun ," he chanted, " The Word is the Light, I am but a Mirror. " A nimbus of light coalesced around his head as he focused. In the right state of mind, he resolved to discover the source of the noise. Grabbing his staff, he headed off through the temple to its entrance.
conversations: JoyousMessenger: