Recent content by Boddynock

Well, I'm off! I need to step back from RPG for the foreseeable future, so I wish you all well, and offer my thanks to all of you who made these years pleasurable ones for me. Judges, please also consider this my resignation as a fellow judge. 'Nock

Quite a bit later (OOC: Sorry, Trouvere) Tarag wanders in with a sign that he affixes to the door. With a last look around, he exits. The sign reads, "Closed. Indefinitely."

OOC: I'm pulling out of all my RPG for the foreseeable future. Good luck with the auction. Thanks for the game! 'Nock

OOC: I suspect there's been too much waiting for others to act. Certainly that's the trap that I've fallen into. If we can get everybody together for a short while maybe we could make a concerted effort (it'd be a shame to waste your preparation, DT). Otherwise, shall we regroup at the pub?

Gunzuul thinks, Women's charity? Yeah, right. I doubt that the funds are going anywhere but Sabbatini's pockets. Out loud, he says, "Well I don't know about looking good, but I'd rather have a meal than be locked in a room for hours. I'm in!"

Gunzuul freezes in place for a moment when the hatted pair appear. Then he shrugs, and sighs deeply. Suddenly a loud shout comes from somewhere nearby. "Never mind. I think they found me. You might prefer to leave before they get here." He draws his axe. The "shout" is the auditory component...

Gunzuul frowns as he comes face to face with the flaw in this plan. "Huh! Moving silently is not exactly my forte. Oh well, here goes nothing." He proceeds to tiptoe across the space. Clatter. Crash. "Bugger."

Gunzuul stays back to anchor the rope. (OOC: Sorry I've been MIA. Back now. :lol:)

Tarag makes his way from the back of the shop. He looks like he hasn't slept much of late. "What did you have in mind?" he asks.

OOC: Gunzuul will go somewhere in the middle. Not that he's averse to mixing it up close but he reasons that he can make ranged attacks from a bit further back in the line.

As Hardnose makes his appearance, Gunzuul bursts out laughing. "Ah mate," he chuckles, "you look like ... well, I don't know what you look like. A turtle caught in a net, perhaps. Here, give me some of that rope." The dwarf sets about distributing the coils of rope around his body, making sure...

Yeah, busy week for me, too, so no posts. I'll try and make regular updates from now on. Gunzuul will buy a set of leather armour and another 50 feet of hempen rope. He will, regretfully, leave behind his keg (and his tankard). He'll also leave behind his crossbow and quiver of bolts, and will...

Gunzuul looks increasingly sceptical as Mr Squeaky-Clean describes the mission. He is about to reject it out of hand when two of his team leap in enthusiastically. He growls then, and says gruffly, "All right. I'm in." He's not happy about it but the memory of what happened when he left Tania...

Not arriving on the scene until late, I can't comment a lot on the dynamics, except to say that I thought the fight scene with the ogre had a good energy and pace to it. I did like the vignette with the city officials. ;) Looking forward to more!

Gunzuul sneers in disgust at the officials' blatant attempt to fleece the Rats, then nods decisively when Artemisia puts them firmly in their place. His eyes widen in surprise at being included in the payout but he accepts the money without demur. After all, he has a number of expenses ahead of...