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It's sad to see him go, but in a way I like it this way too, since it makes for a better story than the usual "we go in and kick ass hip hip hooray". This is really a house of very bad omen! And Gildrim seems to be the only one to live to tell the story haha! So, how is this going to carry on?

OOC: Oh right! In that case... Ter-raen places his mace head on the floor, and with a little effort, stands up and growls at the skeletal wolf menacing him and Karm. He lifts both mace and shield back into his en-garde position, and makes a few swings at the beast! OOC: Move action get up, the...

Ter-raen takes a small step to stand between the skeletal wolf and Karm. Shield held up, mace in hand. He refuses to let the wolf touch his companion.

OOC: Err. 5 ft step over to O16, then total defense, wait for next turn to get near to Gildrim. Ter-raen will just ready action to run together with Karm.

OOC: Everybody regroup! Well... it's just only slightly better than making a last stand... But at least we're not split up I feel.

HP 4/39, AC 16 Bleeding and bruised but not demoralised at all, Ter-raen swings his cheap mace in another absent-minded backhand attack and is amused when the mace lands back exactly at the same spot as his scimitar! The crunch he feels traveling up his arm is absolutely amazing! Attack...

HP 11/39, AC 16 Seeing that his killing blow got so thoroughly deflected by the annoyingly tough skeletal bone, Ter-raen quickly flings his trusty scimitar to his left and in a single (move) action, whips out his mace and completes the rightward swing to where the wolf's head... used to be...

HP 20/39, AC 16 Seeing the wolf leap over, Ter-raen wonders to himself: why wolf move so slow? Strange! Wolf move faster than this! Some trick? Some magic? But take the chance? Ter-raen must think! Ter-raen not just any brute! Ter-raen is WARRIOR! After mentally weighing all the options to...

HP 16/39, AC 16 Being wounded and hurting, Ter-raen realises that standing right there in this pit is not a good idea. Calling upon a quick moment of clarity then taking a quick look around, he decides upon a direction that seems safest: beside Gildrim! Moment of clarity = Rage! Jump...

OOC: I guess the polite thing is to knock first. :D I would love to try that, only because it's a humourous image! And in other news, I've got a camp going on tomorrow until the end of the week, most probably won't be checking in here before Sunday.

OOC: Ah ok. I thought you were privy to some information through a PM or something. In that case we can just go through the most direct route... but keep the table, I find it amusing to have around lying somewhere nearby :D

Ter-raen cocks his head for a moment, before he finally makes the connection. And what a connection it made, for it never ever occured to him before! After all, he was always used to overland atheletics as something for granted, and now he understands that not everyone can do the same things he...

Ter-raen takes the bag back without a word. Looking at the hole in the bottom for a moment, he shakes his head. No magic to try, he thinks. "We go? One more try, for good luck. We get the urn, then can finally leave house of bad omen."

Ter-raen looks back at his dwarf companion, who just fired off a string of gibberish at him. He lowers his eyes for a moment to cover his lack of comprehension. Thoughts fire as fast as a trained archer's arrows in his head. Dwarf want my pack, something about a pit as well. Use bag to get...

Ter-araen looks at the house of ill omen, a long and slow gaze. One more time, we go, and we get, he tells himself inside of his head. Placing his left hand on his sheathed scimitar, he tightens the grip for a moment, before releasing it again. "Ter-raen good to go," he tells the rest.

Nah, save the wand charges. And thanks for the reminder about the druid spell limitation, just ignore that part then.

Ter-raen sits quietly by the now dead fire, looking at the now-dead fire, wondering about the events of the past few days. He holds on to a little brush of leaves that Apikotoa gave him, not sure why, but it feels comfortable to hold it. The urn has proved to be nothing but near impossible to...

HP 25/33, AC 18 Ter-raen roars defiantly at the darkness and the deadly assassins that they've sent! Glad that the monsters are coming to them instead of the other way round, he drops the scimitar he's been holding all this dear time and grabs for a nice meaty flail hanging to his side (move...

Ter-raen looks appreciatively at the lions face door. Somehow that animal makes him feel a bit more sure of his cause here in this haunted mansion, and his steps become a little more solid, so to say. However, his hand is still on the hilt of his scimitar, not wanting to let his guard down. He...

Ter-raen nods his head at the dwarf's sounds. It sounded like it made sense. Ter-raen hoped whatever the dwarf had in mind, it didn't involve more paintings. The dwarf could have said "Feed this half-orc to the paintings" and the half-orc wouldn't be any wiser. "Ok, we go!"