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Gomez
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Call of Heroes
Session #2 Recap
Through the panicked streets of Sandpoint our heroes race toward the sounds of battle. Dian and Rierden lead this newly formed band of adventurers to a small grassy knoll not far from the northern gate. Oddly little stirs. As the party approaches the grassy square they are confronted by beasts they were all too familiar with. Dreadful smelling creatures shorter then the average human snarl at them finally taking notice. Their teeth and claws are covered with fresh blood. As the beasts are fought the look of hunger is clear on their face.

The party came up victorious, though some ill. Recovering from their skirmish the party finds Jon F'haar, a young member of the Sandpoint Watch. Jon had been sent to gather cold-iron weapons from the armory before being ambushed. Even injured the young man attempts to press on. The party decides to aid the man and fetch the weapons for him, splitting up into two groups. Armona and Anabelle head to aid the defense while the others head deeper into the town of Sandpoint.

Once again lead by Rierden and Dian, the first party runs into another familiar face among the chaos. Nism getting a closer look is spotted by the murderer from The Old Lion tavern. A small group of cloaked figures and herself have the groundskeeper, caught by them trying to flee to safety. Dian calls her out for being one of The Broken, servants and worshipers of Rovagug. To the party's dismay, the women murders the groundskeeper before slipping away despite their best efforts. The skirmish with the women's lackeys is swift and deadly, leaving our heroes to lick their wounds and morn over the dead. Still they press on.

Reaching the armory the party sneaks in behind a young looter. A young boy, no more then fifteen stands before them. The lad puts on a tough face but his lack of training shows. The party decide to let the boy loot and go, him needing the weapons to protect his young sister. Snagging the bundle of cold-iron weapons, they head back to the northern gate as fast as they can.

The second party, Armona and Annabelle, find themselves fighting for the life of others in a burning building. Children have become trapped in their home as it burned around them. Armona thought it a good time to test the cleric and assess her worth. Through the combined efforts the duo was able to save the children but not their parents. In a odd way Armona talks the children through it giving the eldest child the courage to push forward. A surprising act for the pirate.

Eventually the duo reaches the gate, pushes through it and enters the fray. Alongside member of the watch they clash steel with many of the demonic horde that lay siege to Sandpoint. When the final wave falls, chanting of victory can be heard among the survivors. The demons and their human cohorts retreated and chanting for The Scarlet Drake flowed down the battlefield.

Once again regrouped the party as a whole head to the aid of the southern gate only to find the demons repelled here as well. A tall, wartorn looking man greets them. Jeoffrey Higgum is the man's name and he leads Sandpoint's watch. News had traveled fast as he was already aware of the party's contribution to the defense. He offered a bag of coin for them all and offered more for their blades. He explained how bandits plagued them more then usual and needed to be rooted out. Dian was against this claiming that more important events were soon to transpire. The party agreed to follow Dian back to their home, but not before Rierden called in a favor to give Jeoffrey the support he needed from Magnimar.

The party is now set to leave for home. By boat they will travel up north, back to the place where this all started. Do they expect answers? Will they get answers? And what of Dian Lamoth, the man of many mysteries?
Session: Call of Heroes Session #2 - Saturday, Jun 22 2013 from 9:00 PM to 3:00 AM
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Jake
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Gravediggers
Game Session #10 Canceled:
Sam and Miguel are unable to make it to our regular Thursday session, and so it will be canceled this week. Please make sure your schedule on the "Scheduling Games" thread is up to date, so we can play and plan around Sam's new scheduling conflict. Thanks for your help and sorry about the short notice.

P.S. I have a real IK itch to scratch so let me know if you want to solo session over the next week.
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Cody
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Revive the King
Arrrr!
They got a boat!

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Corner Pocket - Session 14 Excerpt
The fetid swamp air made the tired halfling's clothes cling to his already sweating body. They'd left the safety of Morstad's borders at the crack of dawn, but it was only at noon that they finally escaped the shadows of the towering city. With nothing to protect them from the sun's harsh gaze, they were forced to sweat and slog across the uneven, unstable ground.

Irritably, Pockets slapped at a greedy mosquito that had begun gorging itself upon his exposed forearm. The red smear left behind hinted at how successful the pest had been thus far. The swarms had plagued them endlessly, and even the stoic Ragnar could be seen grimacing at the countless itches that covered his arms. The only one who seemed unaffected was the fair-haired lass that picked their path across the marshy earth.

With nothing to entertain him but the raw, molding flora around him, he idly considered how they'd been stuck with the ranger. The symbol upon her sleeve marked her a member of the Blue Rose; an officer of the law. Some part of him wondered if the brass had some inkling as to his hijinks... but he figured they would have arrested him on the spot if that were the case. No, she was here for another reason. Surveillance, fear maybe. He wrinkled his nose as they passed a particularly rank pool of stagnant water. Maybe it was just punishment.

"Swamp's no place for a thief..." The halfling mumbled to himself. His laggardly pace let the group gain a hundred feet or so on him as he let his mind wander. His last heist had gone rather poorly, so it had been necessary to slip away from the city limits until things cooled down a bit. He wiped his brow with his sleeve wryly. Never really 'cools down' this far South...

A prickling at the back of his neck caused him to stop short.

Ahead, a small copse of thick-trunked trees towered over the stationary party. He could faintly hear a feminine voice from on high, though the distance made it impossible to make out just what she said. He dropped low, darting behind a small, gnarled bush and peering over the side. His sharp eyes soon spotted the pair of poorly-dressed women lounging in the trees, their slender forms crossed with paints and stains that gave them a wild look.

He swallowed, unhitching the finely-crafted sling Ragnar had given him not a week before. He loaded a bullet into the unassuming weapon as Giddles began to speak. Doubtless, the silver-tongued gnome was trying to negotiate some profit for himself... but it offered Pockets his chance. As the pair of women listened and laughed at the small man, he crept across the mud. He cursed the way the wet earth sucked in his boots, praying that the small pop of each rising foot wouldn't give him away.

When he finally had a clear shot at the nearest woman, a long-legged witch with hair of saffron, he couldn't help but smirk. They hadn't a single clue. From just outside their vision, his sling began to whirl. The small, hard stone it held sliced through the air ominously.

One...

Ragnar shifted his stance, slinging the heavy axe from his back and stepping in front of the group.

Two...

Giddles spoke once more, an offer of trade.

Three!

The stone whipped from it's prison. Time seemed to slow as Pockets watched it arc across the short distance. A loud smack filled the quiet swamp, followed by a howl of pain. The long-legged witch toppled from her perch, landing upon the gnarled roots with a sickening crack.

Pockets smirked. Bullseye.
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Cody
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Revive the King
Going Home
Upon the party's return to Adokas' home in the woods, it was discovered that Adokas was suffering from several curses that he was unaware of. The royal clerics removed the curses, allowing Adokas to finally get rid of his sword and, to the dismay of Eiliries, the cause of Adokas' unnatural love for her. Will his love remain or will he be upset at her trick?

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Session: Mail of Destiny - Friday, Jul 19 2013 from 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM
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