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Thanks Li Shenron... Good luck to all the remaining intrepid dungeon delivers!

Hi all Unfortunately I'm going to have to take my leave of all play by post activities for the moment; a lot of things are going on in my life at the moment, not least the ongoing purchase of a first home, along with the fun of moving house and decorating/renovating said house (and making...

Hi all Unfortunately I'm going to have to take my leave of all play by post activities for the moment; a lot of things are going on in my life at the moment, not least the ongoing purchase of a first home, along with the fun of moving house and decorating/renovating said house (and making...

Hi all Unfortunately I'm going to have to take my leave of all play by post activities for the moment; a lot of things are going on in my life at the moment, not least the ongoing purchase of a first home, along with the fun of moving house and decorating/renovating said house (and making...

Assuming nothing looks odd or out of place with the table, Pieter gently lowers Vidnar onto it so that he can explore the room unhindered. He moves closer to the dwarves, curious to see what they make of the mysterious silver liquid.

"How strange... Dwarven craftwork?" Pieter asks of his companions. He moves slowly into the room with Vidnar, hoping to get a closer look at the iron table. He's careful not to step into any of the pools of silvery liquid.

Pieter steadies Vindar as he jumps slightly at the sound of the fire trap being set off. "Good job, Midgrim." he says quietly. Awkwardly he hefts the iron spit in his hand, trying to simultaneously stop Vindar from falling. They creep forward, ready to enter the room once given the all clear.

[OOC: Quick question for our benevolent DM - did we managed to find something that Vindar was able to use in place of his missing leg, or did Pieter have to give up his iron pole/spit? Just need to know if I'm currently unarmed!]

I may have misunderstood: I assumed you were taking the Help action on your turn (in place of an attack/spell). If this isn't the case then I apologise, by all means take your turn as normal.

Erevan's blade cuts deep into the drake's flank, spattering blood over the market stall. The beast leaps back in pain, and the sudden movement causes Renestrae's arrow to fly wide. Miri struggles to defend against three nimble foes at once. One kobold ducks behind her, slashing with it's dagger...

With no immediate danger in sight, Tock relaxes slightly. There's a brief clonk noise and the ticking of his timepiece slows it's rhythm and grows quieter, as if in response to his calmed state. "The room is clear of monsters... it seems." He steps up to the skeleton and tomb, reaching out...

"Let us hope not." says Tock, grasping his halberd firmly and taking a few small, cautious steps into the room before looking around for any foes, or places that might conceal them.

NEXT ROUND / INITIATIVE Erevan 15/20 HP, inspiration - engaged with one drake and dwarven cultist Renestrae full HP - in the marketplace, but not currently in melee Kobolds - two asleep, three in melee with Miri; the wagon has caught fire Paine; full HP, 3/6 HP left of False Life - in melee...

MIri's spell descends upon the wagon. You can just about see the figure beneath stop moving, and two of the kobolds capering around the wagon also slump to the floor. The remaining three kobolds turn round in surprise, and one of them points at Miri with a yelp. Suddenly, they charge...

With neither of the drakes confronting her, Renestrae has ample opportunity to line up a shot at the beast menacing Erevan. As it moves in to lunge, the creature exposes the softer scales on it's neck and Renestrae's arrow finds it's mark. The beast howls in anger and pain but doesn't fall. The...