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"W'l, thr'r' three'possibil'ties," Fezzin says, sticking his head out of the hole. "F'rst, it snoock'in b'its'lf, an'wait'd. Twu: 't'c'm'in fr'm th'outs'de n' hid's'lf t'make l'k it'd'cm'in sm'other way. Three--'twas put there b's'mone else. I'ma'ch'ck th'f'rst'un." Lowering himself back...

Fezzin sets his axe down on his right side (within grasp) and lowers himself onto his stomach. He mops his brow. takes a deep breath, and sticks he head in the crawl space, to see what he can see. OOC: Re: the previous move, should available light really make a difference to what he sees since...

errata Oops. The title is: "There Are More Things".:rolleyes:

Re: Me Play! Me Play! "K-Loin"? :eek: I thought this was a family board. I don't know if I can play with you all if you're going to use such language! ;) OT: Also, for all you Lovecraft fans out there, there is a story by Jorge Luis Borges dedicated to Lovecraft in his collection The...

Fezzin grumbles as he stands over the crawlspace, wishing Zichard was present. Not that he'd fit in the small openings that were beneath the bunk, but more for another blade at his side. Talking to no-body in particular, he says, "Wher'swon, ther'smore..." and takes his axe and hacks at the...

"Th'rs'n' chince f'c'tchin'it-now," Fezzin sighs. "'ev'r 'twas, be-long-gone by'n'th'time-wee git down-round'th'strs... Zich'rd'r'Dra'gr--c'd one-y' git th'ldy i'glass u' s'mthing t'calm'r nerves? 'R'shriek'n'll make m'b'rd fallou'." He mutters to himself as he turns from the window. Making...

Fezzin turns to his right and charges towards the window, glass crunching beneath his boots. His momentum causes him to take the sill right in chest, nearly knocking him backwards. OOC: Depending on what he sees, Fezzin may turn heel and give pursuit, unless Zichard has reasons he shouldn't.

What side of the Tankard is the room on, i.e. could Fezzin look out the window and see everything he needs to, or is it on the front of the building, thereby making it possibly easier for him to charge out the front door?

Kaj -- Sorry for the late post. Didn't realize I was being waited on. -- 'Schach

A perplexed eyeball emerges from beneath Fezzin's scraggly eyebrow as he considers the drunkard's comments. Muttering to himself, he's just downing the last of his flagon when he hears the crash. Alesuds fly from his beard as he whirls, drawing Veinsplitter and charging up the stairs behind...

Fezzin takes a huge gulp of the ale, and leans in towards Jannah. Taking pains to enunciate, he whispers, "Who'n might be the Old-Timer over yon? Seems a'bit sauc-ed, no?" He chuckles to himself. Catching the glance of the old man, he erases the mirth from his face and returns the glare...

Fezzin thanks Sir Zichard and follows the proprieter upstairs. Upon seeing that the room is satisfactory, he returns to the nearly empty bar to quaff an ale. All the while, he keeps his ears open for interesting conversation. OOC: Basically, I'm looking for a place to insert myself into a...

Schedule sounds okay. FYI, as of this moment, Fezzin has no spells prepared. He will prepare some in the evening immediately before sleeping.

Fezzin mops his brow and sheds his winter furs, revealing the rainments of Clangeddin Silverbeard beneath. He looks at Zichard, grunts, and nods affirmatively. Walking towards the inn, Fezzin sifts through his garments for coins, only to realize that he is flat broke. Sir Zichard might have...

Fezzin Varghenheim, Shield Dwarf Fighter 1/Cleric of Clangeddin Silverbeard 1: Alignment -- LG; Str 13, Dex 8, Con 17, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 10; HP 24 (HD: 1d10+3, 1d8+3); AC 16 (Splint Mail +6, Small Steel Shield +1, Dex -1); Init -1, Speed 20; SV Ref -1, Fort +7, Will +4 Melee: Dwarven Waraxe...