<strong>-- Jeremiah Oz (http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1281/thealchemist.jpg) - Alchemist (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8507) - Distraught and more than a little nervous! --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the gaudy old wagon clattered down the beaten path towards the dark forest, Jeremiah couldn't help but wonder just how he had gotten himself dragged into such an unusual predicament.  Usually he and Jojel would be off in one of the few backwater villages that hadn't yet heard of the (in)famous<em>Oz's Tonics, Poultices, and Restoratives</em>, that traveling duo of would-be charlatans traveling in a horse drawn wagon draped in cloth banners dyed with exotic purples and reds, the official title sewn elegantly with looping gold thread.  Somehow he would have welcomed being chased by a horde of angry villagers with pitchforks and disrupted bowels, rather than being dragged to the ass end of the country into a moldering old forest brimming with things that would surely love to eat him, bones and all.<br/><br/>The richly-dressed man sighed, stroking his beard thoughtfully.  It wasn't exactly as though he could have denied Lucrece her favor, least of all when the matter was of such importance to her faith.  It seemed that no matter where he went there was always some young woman with troubles, and no matter how practical he tried to be Jeremiah could never bring himself to turn them away.  He wondered idly if that was a fatal flaw or a mark of a morally upstanding individual.  Probably a little of both.<br/><br/>It was then that they came upon the sudden and violent sight of their quarry battling off some elf and his earthen companion, and it was all he could do to keep the startled horses from bolting off in a panic.<br/><br/>"Great Mouqol's ghost!  What in the devil is that?" he choked out, dumbfounded by the scene before him.<br/><br/>[Initiative Roll] 1d20+2= 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25615)