Dr. Baba Balandabar

Eyes not leaving the cat until the last minute, the South Asian interjects, "Miss, do you do a lot of gardening here? It seems that your ladder was left outside."

Dr. Balandabar

The language scholar keeps an eye on the open windows as he looks over the shoulders of those in front of him. He is still going over in his mind the forms and scripts from Pnakotic Manuscripts as he listens to the conversation unfold.

Dr. Baba Balandabar

The professor from India observes the solemn development and patiently keeps silent.

Dr. Baba Balandabar "I don't think that Clark will provide much help to reading this book. Perhaps, though, some illumination could be provided on what is going on." "Yes, let's go. Before leaving, Baba puts a holster over his shirt before putting on a tweed jacket which covers the h...

Dr. Baba Balandabar "Hmmm" the professor says as he strokes his beard and squints his eyes in concentration. Dr. Balandabar is intentionally showing that he is thinking as he seems to review what he knows. "Oh, yes, that was sad what happened to Clarke. I heard some rumors ... mere n...

Reginald Wilkins, bookdealer In a most unusual fashion, my friend, Reginald answers cryptically. I will tell you the strange circumstances in due course. But first, have you had any dealings with Professor Clarke of the archaeology department lately? Or Edith Watson? And does the name Ford ring any...

Dr. Balandabar questions Reginald, "What can you tell me about this book? How did it come into your possession?"

Baba lights some incense, puts his glasses on, a pair of gloves to protect the manuscript from the oil from his hands, sets the book on a Turkish rug on the floor, sits down yogi style, and opens the book gently. As Reginald points out various texts and scripts and scribbles and pictures, the profes...

Thanks for the welcome. I will have to get in over my head ... at least before I lose my head.

In the professors' lounge, Dr. Baladabar sits close enough to the telephone to be the first to reach it if it rings but far enough away so that he does not appear anxious for the phone to ring. While his left left is cradling a book in Xaqloui and his eyes are reviewing it, Baba's ears are listening...

Name: Dr. Baba Balandabar Age: 45 (It is Sepember 1925) Sex: male Occupation: professor of ancient languages Characteristics STR (3d6) 8 CON (3d6) 14 SIZ (2d6+6) 13 DEX (3d6) 10 APP (3d6) 9 INT (2d6+6) 16 Idea (= INT x5) 80 POW (3d6) 15 Luck/SAN (= POW x5) 75 EDU (3d6+3) 21 (was 19 +2 for 20 years) ...

I will be away from the keyboard for the next several weeks.

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What happened to this game?

Fendor points out the tracks that he had seen earlier and refound to his companions.

"It looks like they lead up those stairs where there might be some rooms."

He tightens the grip on his sword and follows the tracks looking for signs of an ambush.

Fendor will use his ranger skills to study the tracks.

OOC: did they seem similar to the human tracks of at least four persons that he saw before?

If Eichar gives a wave forward, Fendor will cautiously cross over the the drawbridge on the location of the planks and provide another set of eyes to checking things out.

Fendor waits just before the makeshift planks over the drawbridge ready to charge to Eichar's side - if necessary - or to cautiously attempt the crossing if waved forward.

Eichar will inspect the drawbridge and the area immediately in front of it. Does it look like anything human or otherwise has passed by? Fendor, the elf ranger/cleric, will join Eichar, adding, "I noticed earlier tracks of human folk, maybe the signs of four or more. It had appeared that the m...

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DH, which thread do you want us to use right now?