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"Something purple...? I don't have one on me, no. I don't make it a habit to wear fancy colors like that in the first place." Milon answered immediately. Though, now that the others seem to have an interest in the shop, he turned back to do a double-take on it. The deep-purple aesthetics does...

Milon sighed as the guardsman went out of his way to not cooperate with them. It might not have been the calmest of nights, but the least he could do is to answer a short question or two for a bunch of confused visitors looking for direction. Thankfully, his short lookout had bear fruit, the...

Milon frowned at the watchman's icy reception and had started to look around to see just how much the streets have been cordoned. He would flank Lucidian as his latest attempt to talk had been brushed off by the officer and whisper discreetly. "Maybe we should go somewhere else." He said, his...

Ah, crap. He knew the man was trouble, but it seems that he had managed to put his wrong foot in front in Waterdeep's unrest. Now he might have just put himself in a situation that a person with less interest would probably just decide to skip town. Unfortunately for him, to do that might just...

While the others might have been talking, Milon had been relatively quiet. You'd think that he'd been listening. Well...he kinda does, but he's also been 'sampling' the food that came earlier. It's been a while since he had proper food like these, so you'll have to excuse him if he'd take a few...

There were a myriad of conflicting feelings in Milon's head as the troll caught fire. On one hand, there was relief that he might've dealt the decisive blow to the marauding quasi-giant. On the other hand, he could do without smelling the burning stench of troll meat. It's not enough to make him...

Admittedly it wasn't his finest martial move ever. With the troll's blow sending him reeling backward, Milon fell on his ass after trying to balance his footing. It was only for a moment, however, as he's quickly back on his feet. "I ain't done yet!" While it might be easier to just lie there...

Well you wouldn't know until you try it, right? :blowkiss:

Well at least that roll wasn't a 1...

Should've known it wasn't the strong stuff. As the troll gave in to its instinct and became increasingly aggressive, Milon buckled down and moved forward. He faced foes bigger than him before, and since he has ranged support right now, he'll try to divert as much attention from them as...

I don't have any fire damage or anything like that except for the things in the pack, and I think pulling them out takes another action. I figured that aggravating whatever fire already there would be faster.

Maybe it was a bit overkill to use a Warhammer for what's nothing more than an insect, if a large one, but he was already brandishing his weapon earlier anyway. As far as he's concerned, the mosquito brought its fate to itself. The troll's the bigger potential headache, and even as it fell, it...

Occupied by the three overgrown insects, Milon had no time for other quips. Instead, he simply grunted what can pass to be an affirmative nod before making a few swings with his hammer. While it looks like he's trying to shoo them away if one hits it would probably still hurt. Attack Roll = 21...

I managed to get my post hopefully just in time! And welcome! Just in time for the first real fight.

Maybe building a tavern over the entrance of a dungeon full of monster isn't such a good idea after all. Milon had no time to critique the questionable architectural decision, however, as their conversation was interrupted by the reason why it was a bad idea in the first place. He instinctively...

See, handling the situation peacefully is a lot harder than it looks. Even if he's more muscular than the average man, someone who had momentum and intent behind their actions will still be able to give him at least a bit of trouble. Case in point, he only managed to restrain one of the men...

The good news is, the fight looks like it's almost over. The bad news is the ones who are losing seem to be eager to continue. Now, Milon's not usually the kind to make chivalrous remarks, but five to one odds against a lady doesn't seem to be fair, even if the lady is a good head taller than...

When the Tiefling said that he's not a local, Milon' attention had begun to wander elsewhere again. It only lasted for a brief moment, however, as he heard of what his newfound conversation partner seemingly said in passing. "Wait. Did you just say a dragon guarding a treasure? Does it, well...

By now, Milon had realized that the establishment is one that you visit with other people's company. To sit on the table by yourself is, to be perfectly blunt, kind of pathetic. Or maybe a sign of someone wanting to be left alone. That one's not his objective either, keeping himself passive in...

The idea was to listen in on people's conversation to find out more about the treasure, but everything that happened made him a bit distracted. Waterdeep is an entirely new locale for Milon. He had been in a settlement a few miles off the city's gates in a request, but he never went into the...