Café de Nuit

The Invidian rushes to her fallen friend's side and gently turns his head to look at the wound. She had no idea of how to mend this type of injury, but decided at the very least she should try to stauch the flow of blood. Picking at a stray thread on her ripped shirt, she managed to tear away one of...

Ignoring the acute pain that shot through her entireleg as she shifted her weight, the courtesan quickly advanced towards one of the smaller creatures. Slitting the creature from midsection to almost it's throat, she shuffled back a few steps in retreat as it fell to it's knees, gurgling slightly. T...

"He's suffered a critical head injury...", the woman replies in the Richemuloise dialect, the only 'Mordentish' she knows. Eyes darting from shadow to shadow, she adds, "Don't let down your guard just yet. We are not alone here."

The Invidian woman stiffens at the sound. Without taking her eyes off the dancing shadows of the cavern, she reaches for some sort of weapon in the rubble. She winces as her hand closes on a very sharp object. At least she had found one of Rook's blades. She rises unsteadily on a very tender ankle, ...

Speaking of Modern campaigns, I'm creating an adventure that will likely be of interest to any Romero fans that may be lurking about. Yes, my friends, a zombie RPG. :!: It will begin in modern-day Pittsburgh, where the general populace of the city is still blissfully unaware of the deadly epidemic. ...

It appears I'm doomed to spend the afterlife in the 7th level of Hell, chillaxing with tyrants, assasins and suicides. That'll be fun.

Desilda von Luchen Race: human Gender: female Classes (levels): Aristocrat 3 / Rogue 5 Alignment: Neutral Good HP: 47 Base attack: +5 Initiative: +7 Str: 11 Dex: 17 Con: 13 Int: 15 Wis: 13 Chr: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5 Languages: Balok, Vaasi, Mordentish (the Richemuloise dialect) Appearance: De...