Enceladus

OOC: The mad cow's stat picture seems to still be there, and I should be at full health, but apart from that, all good Na'im repeats "Not you as well lady Miderun!" Na'im groans

Na'im gives Kiray a murderous look "If you ever make a pun that appaling again lady Kiray, my next strike will be aimed in your direction." Na'im repeats "Just forget it lady Miderun." Na'im says with a sigh

Na'im yelps as the scarecrow snatches up a scary crow and devours it whole "Where...where does it even go?" he asks in grudging fascination "Disgusting creatures..." Na'im repeats

Yes, Na'im will repeat-I'm sorry, I must have accidently deleted my action!

"No?! You wont let me hit you, eh? You will rot In Azzot 'O fiendish scarecrow…I...I will find your fellow scarecrows and burn them all to the ground too until the ground be choked in ash and I can find no more scarecrows left to burn!" Na'im strikes a fairly ridiculous figure, his hat askew, shaking his fists and yelling obscenities at a straw effigy

"Gah!" Na'im stumbles backwards as the scarecrow's sycthe carves a deep cut across his shoulder "Tell me something I don't know already lady Kiray! Ghosts with a sense of humour, demon worshipping weresnakes, and now scarecrows that shouldn't even be moving! Why can't they just stand still and let me hit them?!" "You make this ether buisness sound so easy old friend..." Na'im repeats

"Well, that hardly narrows it down much-I mean think how strange we heroes must look to the civillians of Eubric...jetting off around Olegia on daring quests every other day...shrugging off wounds that would kill a normal man. It's a life they can scarcely imagine." marvels Na'im "Well I can't argue with that, though I must say I much prefer healing to getting in the thck of combat...so uncivillised." Na'im shakes his head "I call it how it is." Na'im says dryly, dusting off his boots "I don't dress up the truth to make mysef into some sort of all powerful god figure." Na'im lets out a cough that sounded awfully like the name 'Ziegfrieds' Na'im attacks scarecrow one from the back row "It would be prudent ot take care of the scarecrows now, so if needs be, we can let them take a few crows with them!"

Na'im waves his hand airily "Save it lady kiray, I'm not one for accepting senseless acts of charity-it makes us both look weak, after all." "Its. Called. Ether." Na'im says through gritted teeth "Magic is what those Show boy mages call it when they are trying to sound self important and impress women-magic implies something that can't be explained and anyone with even a beginners knowledge of leylines and ether, can grasp spellcasting." Nonetheless his rant finished, Na'im accepts Germ's Phoenix Essence "Bit of a change from whacking things over the head then?" Na'im says jokingly "You seem to be adapting to using it very well to it." he adds, eyeing the dangerous edge of the sword nervously "Where on Olegia did you find it anyways?"

"And good riddance!" Na'im cries "Now, dose anyone need healing?" Na'im replaces his badge of the smokemaster with his Fenarian fedora "A good find by the way lady Miderun." Na'im adds with a nod in her direction "And where do we go next?"

"Yes, yes, fine lady Kiray, I'll just go waste another one of my hard earned phoenix essences on another foolish hero who bit off more than they could chew." he says, waving his hand dismissivly Na'im uses a Phoenix Essence on Germ from the back row

But only players with the animal talk ability would be able to understand Russell's speeches...

Na'im winces as the direwolf sinks its fangs into his mask, just above his temple only to watch in fascination as his mask pops back into shape, fang marks and all Na'im concentrates on healing himself from the back row "Yes lady Miderun, that would be an excellent idea me thinks-we don't have direwolves back in Fenario...It seems these fiendish blighters are not to be underestimated!"

Na'im attacks direwolf 1 from the back row

Na'im nods weakly "As you wish lady Kiray!" Na'im attacks barghest 3 from the back row

"Hold still now master Germ..." Na'im heals Germ from the back row

Na'im tuts as the consequences of the group's tension seem to shine through in their fighting Na'im repats

It must be what: 57 quests? Since Guts got that crimson serum What does the mutated effect even do?

"Please let us keep things together now!" Na'im sighs irritably "We can argue over politics or complex issues of morality while we are on quests, but come now, let us leave all these things outside! The fields should be a place for training and loot collection, not arguing and taut voices!" Na'im repeats OOC: Is barghest 3 now barghest 4 in your calculations...because I notice 29 damage has been done to barghest 3, not barghest 4, even though I targeted it last round-though it doesn't really make much of a difference

Na'im attacks barghest 4 from the back row

Na'im attacks big rat 3 from the back row OOC: Sorry I din't reply in time Germ, I'll try to bear in mind what you said about gold carrying enemies in the future

OOC: Sholudn't Na'im have 17 ether left and be on 20 health? Na'im nods in satisfaction and repeats

Na'im yelps and bites back a curse-hunting wasn't so much fun when your prey fought back Nonetheless he steadys his hand and repeats his action

Na'im attacks Big Rat 2 from the back row with the Nimbus broomstick "When I was told I was picked to head to the countryside, to hunt down a few rouge beasts, I expected something a bit nicer than this!" Na'im shakes his head "let us finish these vile creatures!" "Then good riddance!" pants Na'im "Make it regret the day it crawled out of its vile lair to lead these wicked beasts!"

Naim enters the farmyard several minutes late, and immediately plonks himself on a tree stump and begins wiping mud off his boots. He nods in greeting to his companions "They did not exaggerate the walk to the fields from the hall he mutters "Or the lack of a trail-oh how I wish I bought one of those ugly pairs of boots form Fabian's boutique!" he laments to no one in particular. "Who is this 'him' you speak of?" Na'ims eyes gleam with greed "Do we get some special reward if we defeat it?" "When I was child, before the schism in Spelesia between the Fenari and the Alpeith, my father occasionally took me on hunts," Na'im explains "But it was our custom to release the animals one caught during the hunt-that part always perplexed me, for what is the point of sport if you cannot savour your success? But that shouln't be a problem today, should it farmer? I am looknig forward to getting lots of loot!" "I know not the way around these fields, so you will be a much better choice than me at any rate-lead the way Lady Nayasto!" Naim plants his his staff in the earth and struggles to his feet "And if what the good farmer is saying is true, I do not think any challenges will be necessary at this stage." "Master Germ!" Naim says in greeting and makes his way over to his friend "How about a bet, eh? If you kill more beasts here than I do, I give you 10 gold, but If you kill more beats than I do, I have to give you 10 gold-what do you say?" OOC:I've got updated stats on the last page of the 136 topic, which are correct, except that I should have 30 gold not 88, after my marketplace purchasesand two more tonics, two more remedies and the nimbus broomstick should be WP 9

Na'im strolls into the marketplace, noting the overcast sky, and the glum mood in the marketplace, and gloomily reflects on the chances of rain. Nonetheless he moves to the stalls on display. Firstly he stops at Anwyl's smithy, and hands his weapon over to the dwarf who retreats into the forge and returns breathing heavily some 20 minutes later with newly upgraded Nimbus broomstick "Elven handiwork!" he exclaims "Can't beat a good dwarven stave! Are you sure you aren't interested in purchasing a staff?" Na'im raises an eyebrow at his statement "I ah, thought you were a human master Anwyl?" Anwyl takes the money without a word, and then moves back inside the forge muttering obscenities towards 'the tall people' 17-90=80 Na'im decides to let this pass and drifts over to Portias stall, where he selects two tonics and two remedies "Do I not get a discount for these, being in favour with the guild of Invision and all?" he asks innocently Portia observes him like he is a cute pet, and laughs "No silly, you're not even a member of the guild yet! Come back later, when you have the skills to prove your membership!" Na'im huffs and retrieves the gold from his coin pouch and slams it onto the counter 80-((2x30)+(2x10))=30 He shoulders his pack and turns, his eyes passing over Fabian's boutique and the sturdy boots on display, towards the north gate of Eubric and a new adventure...