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Daphne tries to lick the bloody runes clean with her tongue. Dogs! For cleaning up messes on the floor!

Sir Flibbertigibbet flutters up towards the water running overhead. "Your pardon, ladies," he says, hoping the water spirits will hear. "I am Sir Flibbertigibbet, and you will, I hope, forgive my intrusion; but my companions and I are trying to find our way upstairs, and would be most grateful...

Sounds good.

Sir Flibbertigibbet casually tosses his sword into a bush before entering. "Indeed; if there be any charm against violence, our enemy has surely broken it already--at least, we can hope as much."

Congrats, Nemesis! I just got back. I'm a bit jetlagged but I'll catch up as soon as I can.

I'll be traveling for two weeks, from Saturday the 12th to Friday the 25th. I'll try to keep track of the thread but may not be able to post much during that time, so please NPC Papolstaanas as necessary.

"I don't seen anything at the bottom," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. He turns around to address the recovering warriors. "Good say to you, sirs! I am Sir Flibbertigibbet, knight in the service of the illustrious Lord Ragnar. I regret the rough treatment you have received at our hands, but had it...

Sir Flib will stay at 34/37, plus 5 temps. Sir Flibbertigibbet peers at the doors, then at the reflecting pool. "Perhaps the pool itself is the entrance?" he wonders, flying back and forth just above the surface. After Rain tries her experiment, he pokes the water with his finger to break the...

Sir Flibbertigibbet catches his flying sword and charges the second berserker, smashing into him in a shower of ice. Move: Daphne shift to K5, Sir Flib moves a few squares Standard: charge to L12 (1 square up). icy skewer vs AC (+2 CA, +1 charge), H1; damage 14(1d20) +9 +2 +1 = 26; 9(1d10) +9...

Papolstaanas sneaks ahead, keeping a lookout for the others. Aid another for Eva succeeds automatically (for what it's worth...) Stealth 19(1d20) +14 = 33

Papolstaanas nods while Illarion is speaking. "I can go a little ahead," he says. "And then, I'll signal where and when you can move. These orcs aren't paying much attention--just walk normally, keep out of sight, and I don't think they'll notice anything strange going on." Papolstaanas will...

Daphne growls and her fur stands on end, making her form and that of Sir Flibbertigibbet seem to shimmer. Sir Flibbertigibbet vanishes, reappearing several feet away. With a shout, he throws his sword at one of the circleted berserkers. The blade travels end over end through the air with...

Looks right. I'll edit my post as well.

Sir Flibbertigibbet blows a loud blast on his war horn--during which time Daphne trots out in front of him, looking bored--and then, brandishing his brightly glowing sword, flits up several feet and comes screaming down out of the air to smash into the boggle in an enormous shower of ice...

Sorry all, upgraded my bandwidth recently and had a dead period I wasn't expecting. I don't want us to get too widely separated, and I'm not sure of the distances involved, but assuming that we don't have to move too far away, I think Papolstaanas and Illarion can probably rejoin the group...

Sir Flibbertigibbet looks especially alert! Initiative 20(1d20) +5 = 25

"These effusions are very discourteous by way of a challenge," says Sir Flibbertigibbet angrily in response to the hoots and cheers. "But we are ready to meet it in however boorish a form it arrives! SWORD!" Is it time for initiative?

Hooray for oblivious orcs! I guess it's the breach in the wall, then? "I didn't see anything that looked like a secret entrance," Papolstaanas whispers when he gets back, although it seems unlikely that the highly unperceptive orcs would hear him if he spoke at normal volume. "But there's an...

"A marvelous spell, a marvelous spell indeed!" chirps Sir Flibbertigibbet. "Let us continue: and if we are crossed by any more spying thieves, or thieving spies, they shall be dispatched with alacrity." He glares about, as though there might be someone or something hidden in the foliage...

Papolstaanas is startled by Drew's sudden flight--both over the wall and then away--but attempts to hide the traces of their passage before the orcs can react. Stealth 9(1d20) +14 = 23 trying to cover for Drew as best he can and get back to the group.