This thread was started primarily for the gaming group located in Troy, OH for an easier way to discuss the current game. Outsider comments welcome if they are constructive.
Let me kick this off then. So how about that Vyrellis? Vaymoor doesn't really respect magic users, Aramail being the exception due to their pasts. With that said, he doesn't respect nor trust Vyrellis. Ever since he was bitten by that werewolf he has had a hard time focusing and has been more aggressive than usual. If you noticed he only landed one blow against Vyrellis's "body".
Oh, and props to Mike for that sick 20 foot leap critical hit 
Scatterbones glanced down off the stone ledge and gulped. It must be twenty feet or so, he mumbled incoherently to himself as he slowly pulled out his golden coin. With a sigh, Scatterbones flipped the coin into the dank air, he caught it, then quickly slammed it onto his hand. "Blast it all, just my luck!" Scatterbones gripped tightly onto his rapier and flung himself over the ledge. The cursed body of Vyrellis wailed throughout the caves. Scatterbones opened his eyes and looked around. Doc, Aramail, and Vaymoor all stared at him wide eyed. The body of Vyrellis lied motionless on the floor. "That was unexpected," Doc said, rubbing his brow.
Hopefully Vaymoore is feeling a bit better, though he may not be sure as to why. Aramil was a bit worried, not so much for someone who is possibly the closest thing Aramil has ever been to having a teamate and respected companion (of non-magical abilities), but more so bacause he does not want to be visciously eaten by this so called teamate. Overall, Aramil's respect comes from the fact that Vaymoore is the first companion he has traveled with that is not afraid to be hit...including friendly fire.
I have to say, I am happy for the addition of Mike and Humpadink(SP?), and am more excited for the upcoming Eberron campaign. Let's see if Tim can keep up with us.
"Vaymoore was traveling fast in a large cavern passing empty cell after empty cell and had a sudden rush of power and strength. Partly dreaming but feeling so real......Vaymoore has a hunger, and not his normal hunger for power. It is a hunger for blood. A pain shooting through his small body. A pain both satisfying with power, but not like any he has ever felt in even the worst battle. Then instantly, it is gone!" --Aramil sees Vaymoore writhing in pain, sweating, shouting...a sound Aramil has never heard in even the heaviest of battles with Vaymoore. Aramil knew what he had to do...though it could kill him, it was better than Vaymoore...or whatever he was to become, killing Aramil. With heavy thought, Aramil cast upon Vaymoore a spell to soothe. Lucky only to hurt him and no more, Vaymoore calmed his unusual behavior. Vaymoore none the wiser hopefully.
You guys could always use the Group function for this. Cuz that's a big part of what it's for. Just sayin'.