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Bram couldn't help but check out Remielle from behind as she looked under a rug. He could have sworn he saw smirks on Arala and Setesh's faces from the corner of his eye, those assholes. Its not his fault that one of their new companions was a an alluring older woman. Bram pinched the bridge of...

Bram hadn't planned on heading into the obviously haunted house that seemed like a breeding ground for ghosts. Yet the moment he caught sight of Remielle, he was done for. All the charms of an older woman but with the beauty of a young one. She seemed kind of sad or sullen from what he could...

Nope, nope and nope to all of this. Bram was gonna burn the house down and THEN they'd deal with whatever Ismark has got going on. Karl was probably smart enough to realize that a house was on fire. This was the right choice of action and it'd eliminate a single problem on their list of ISSUES...

"See? This place is haunted, definitely haunted. In all likelihood, the Paladin is being turned into a breeding ground by whatever lives in there. I vote we sacrifice Karl as a distraction" said Bram as he tiredly conveyed his opinion on the matter. Of course he wasn't actually convinced it was...

Bram was liking this town less and less as time went on. There was barely any people around, the atmosphere was creepy. Better yet, this town was almost BATHED in the fog. Bram didn't need to be a Blood Hunter to know that everything about this town was wrong. So he kept his distance from...

Bram took a moment to check his pack for alcohol. Unfortunately he came up with nothing. The words spoken by the paladin woman annoyed him to no end. He wasn't sure if she was overly confident in her religion or just overly confident in herself. Either way, he still felt like this entire thing...

Bram tunes into his surroundings...

"MOTHERFUCKER! This is all an elaborate trap isn't it?" said Bram as he tried to patch up his leg wound with a bit of cloth. It all made sense now, the mysterious stranger, the invitation. The fact that the body looked like it had been dead for a while. Even the silent and stifling atomosphere...

Bram was not going to die SOBER. As his wound bled out and stained his pant leg red. Bram pulled his Morningstar off of his belt. This was his signature weapon, an iron sphere on the end of a lengthy chain. He chose to use this because of its practicality, versatility and because it allowed him...

Bram heard Setesh loudly declare that it was VAMPIRES after all. Inwardly cursing himself, Bram tried to go over everything he knew about Vampires. Bloodthirsty, brutal and morally bankrupt in quite a few cases. He had heard stories about vampires from Ixl'Van. They were challenging prey for the...

"Best be praying to whatever god you believe in, Paladin. We're in the devils den....and he has pets" said Bram as he waved to the approaching woman. This stranger was unexpected, but the way she blustered out of a bush and acted so self important seemed genuine. Bram himself had never been one...

Bram had not woken up on the right side of the bed this morning. It seemed that drinking heavily on the tab of others led to headaches equaling the pain of getting hit by a horse. Bram had taken note to properly keep his breakfast down though. He had no idea what kind of monsters they might see...

Bram was at least happy that his companions valued his advice as much as they did. He may have been a third rate Blood Hunter, but his information was given to him by one of the best. He stared at his pint and wondered where Ixl'Van had gone. The Half-Elf was completely motivated by the thought...

"A Burgomaster is the leader of a town or a fort.....I think.....kind of like a Mayor and less like a Baron" said Bram as he sat at the table with his party. One could easily see a cut lip and bloodied fists, which Bram made no attempt to hide. Downing an entire pint, he ordered another on the...