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For DM Only: I'm assuming I can just take the stuff, right? Athelstan kneels beside the creature he took a part in felling and checks for some sort of pulse. When none is found, he closes his eyes and prays to this creature. He's very sorry that this had to happen. His taste for battle...

Athelstan will look about for another beast to attack. If one is in range he'll aim for the body of the creature, rather than a head. After seeing how quickly one has already gone down, he has no desire to kill anything else needlessly by getting worked up. Die roll for Athelstan 3d6 ->[3,2,6]...

Posting early again for Phase 9: Athelstan, frustrated at once by missing, decides to aim for the "meat and potatoes" of the man-tis and flings his flail again. He doesn't say anything. He just scowls at it, hoping to rupture it's body soon. Die roll for Athelstan 3d6->[5,1,6] = (12)

OOC: Gonna go ahead and post for my phase 6 since it'll probably go down tomorrow while I'm in the middle of work or band. Don't recall how to roll to target a specific area on an enemy since, yeah, I lost my papers. I'm goin' for the head of the closest enemy to "me". IC: Unfurling his...

OOC: If it's wet enough, then yeah... I'll do what you suggested. Also, I'll be checking in daily this week but my schedule is hairy as of today. Work every morning/afternoon and band every afternoon/evening. I'll be keeping up as best as I can, though.

Athelstan automatically finds the pouch on his belt and loosens a small vial of something last seen during the Wickshine Inn endeavors. It contains his icy inhibitor, which he also bemusedly thinks of as "Ex-Girlfriend Blood". Hup! he exclaims as he hurls it at the beast closest to the party...

(whispering) Perhaps it's fair maidens of the scantily-clad nature with lobster for strangers...

OOC: Assuming Skath is the only one who is hearing the clicking and seeing some movement... IC: You know what I'd like right now? Some nice lobster... Yeah, that sounds about right... with farmers' butter melted on top, some flatbread and some good, cold ale... Ever had any lobster, Cerallos?

Athelstan is having crackers. I wondre how much futher it is. And if our good fortune will hold out in regard to no company crashing in on us.

Athelstan sets himself up against the back of a tree stump that looks to've been struck by lightening. He sets his flail to his right with his hand upon the handle, throws up his hood, and settles is for a long night of blinking in the darkness. And he nibbles on some crackers before it gets...

Shaking his head to clear away his thoughts, Athelstan turns to the kerchiefed archer. Yeah, sure. Maybe there's nothin' to worry about out here. Meanwhile, thoughts of the misty mines ahead should give me something to focus on while keeping watch. Wonder what kinds of minerals I can get for...

Upon hearing of all the goings on, Athelstan curls back up in his corner by the window and goes back to sleep. First he nibbles on some crackers, though.

That suits me just fine. I don't know why, but I'm worn out. I shouldn't be... but I am. I wonder if there's something around here naturally or magically making me tired?

Sitting in the tower, scratching his leg Athelstan mutters: Sure is quiet. It's sleepin' time. He takes off his pack and sets it on the floor. Then, lying down on the cool stone floor, he eases himself back against his pack and lets his head rest there. He fidgets a little, getting...

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