Sorry for the lack of participation guys... My son is in town for his annual visit so he's taking up my focus... and Karl isn't a strategist.

I'm reading what's going on, I just don't have much to contribute.

Thanks in advance for understanding. I'll pick up the pace though.

-keith

Karl knows how to follow a march... he's from a village called Longmarch... It's called Longmarch because it's a long march from the next town.

Left-foot, right-foot, left-foot, right-foot...

While the healing is going on, Tannen asks Karl about his scar. "By the gods, that is a serious battle scar! You'll have to tell me about how you got it some time." "Well, Sergeant Tannen, I failed to keep my shield arm high, took a brigand's mace to the skull," Karl answered. &...

SmootRK wrote:Too many years of lies, and now I often don't know how old I am off the top of my head.

Heh, I lie for a living, and I often find myself feeling the same way.

Hearing Hiker repeat his words, Karl smiles and says, "We should practice. Practice is good." Before he starts practicing though, Karl unwraps the sweat-rag around his head, revealing a massive, crimson scar on top of a deep, crushing dent in the left side of his forehead. He gestured to h...

Iain_IF wrote:Don't let Karl toss me in as food! whines Paladin, his eyes rolling up in his head.

"...not an evil man, little fool," Karl mutters. "Don't insult me."

Karl stands guard at the entrance to the big room.

"That's why they're dead and we're alive," Karl says.

"I forgot it once... and nearly died."

Karl stands guard at the entrance to the room.

"I hate goblins."

Karl helps to get Nivek into the cave where the goblins are. "You speak gobbly," he says by way of explanation.