<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Good to have you back, Eidolon. :3<br/><br/>I, for one, would love to read Chrrou's backstory!<br/><br/><span style="color: green"><span style="text-decoration: underline">[Experience]</span><br/>Chrrou: 58,437 + 250 (epic druidry bonus) = 58,687 xp</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>When the druid finishes and resumes his brooding, Lin is left dumbstruck with awe, wonder, and a glimmer of hope.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">~&lt;~ central room ~&gt;~</span><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Minndrillia wrote:</cite>"Well, if their dangerous, then most of my powers likely wouldn't work. So... I'd try crystal shard?” She tries. Feeling her lie was a little weak, she tries to give it a little weight with an explanation. “Resistance to psionics doesn't mean much when you can fire hardened, razor-sharp ectoplasm the size of a shortsword at them."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Soma Sense Motive: 1d20(5)+1 = 6; fail]</span><br/>"No." Soma snorts. "A face full of 'plasm shard'll ruin anyone's day.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Minndrillia wrote:</cite>"Ahehe... Don't be silly. W-what would make you think that? My adventuring party was hired by Glucan merchants."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Soma Sense Motive: 1d20(19)+1 = 20; pass]</span><br/>"..." Soma raises a brow.<br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Minndrillia wrote:</cite>"Ah! That reminds me!" she exclaims, eager to change the subject. "You said that you met Cale right? Did you see him anywhere in the tavern downstairs? Was he talking to any of the other patrons?"</div></blockquote><br/>"...He was carousing the room the other night when we came in. He came over and hit on Jess."<br/><br/><br/>"I remember Cale." says Jess with a laugh. "He was sweet."<br/><br/><br/>Yuki rolls her eyes.<br/><br/><br/>"Sorry," shrugs Soma. "We didn't pay much attention to what your friend did after he left our table."<br/><br/><br/>"--<span style="font-style: italic">You</span>didn't, maybe." corrects Yuki. "<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>keep aware of my environs."<br/><br/><br/>Soma sticks her tongue out at Yuki.<br/><br/><br/>Yuki turns to Mindy. "Two women flirted with him, and he followed them out."<br/>"These were big girls--amazons--and they wore the colors of Nezibolge rank."<br/><br/><br/>Soma and Jess grimace at what Yuki is saying.<br/>"You mean, the cult got him?"<br/><br/><br/>"If Miss Libris has had no contact with him since that night," she says callously, "then it would appear so."