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OOC: Posting out of turn to speed things along a little... going to bed here in Sweden. Ogrin continues his climbing excercise. If the wall looks easier, he'll try that, using the cage as support instead. He'll attack as soon as possible when on top.

A number of ironic or sarcastic comments race through Ogrins mind, but he decides not to share them, instead just muttering curses under his voice. He drops his dagger (doubting it's efficiency against such a creature) and put his sling in his mouth while climbing the nearest cage, bracing...

"I may have some expertise in that regard though it would tax my abilities to their fullest. I could use some help, in particular with tools. My set was confi... I mean, lost, last week." OOC: Take 20, any aid from Rillian would be much appreciated...

"Yes, imprisoned beasts surely was in possession of this tome we're looking for", Ogrin responds with sarcasm as he notices Rasereits eagerness for breaking things. "Let's disturb their remains so that whatever devoured them comes out to smite us. If nothing else, you'll bring out the rest of...

"Don't forget, these people might've had a different opinion what 'pure' means... like, having tentacles and a toothy maw. "I'd say the trapped door guards something valu... I mean, important. I'm inclined to go that way. The big doors look like they might contain something we don't want to...

Feeling rather secure that the dark area doesn't contain any major threat at the moment, Ogrin decides to have a deeper "look" inside it. "While he's busy with the runes, I'll search the area around the piedestal. There might be other things strewn about it which a casual observer might miss. I...

"Seems like whatever stripped our oversized friend over here bare," Ogrin nods towards the broken shell of the beetle, "is still eating. Suggest we stay away and let them have their meal... better it, than us." Gathering up near Scun, Ogrin readies his dagger and rapier. He notices they...

Ogrin pats Scun on the back, saying "Right behind you, partner, covering your back". He has clear memories of what happened the last times he went alone into the darkness. To the DM:

Ogrin feigns a shocked look. "And I was going to name it my 'Quicksandwich' and open a fast food business in Orussus... Alas, my plans are ruined!". His smirk turns into a genuine smile as he continues, "I'd be happy to, lass... once the task at hand is accomplished." When Mona has entered her...

Ogrin regains consciousness after a few hours. He'll offer to take the last watch. As he's been out for a while, he's a bit groggy and just assumes it must be morning since he just woke up. He'll take the opportunity to make breakfast for the rest of his friends, who likely view it as an evening...

A game a friend of mine played in had a somewhat weird approach: The Curse of the Gray stone. Apparently, this was a curse uttered by some witch A Long Time Ago over the party group. Anyone who joined the group was affected by it. In-game, this meant that every now and then, people would turn...

You all have a distinct feeling that Ogrin would also agree with Scun, was he conscious. OOC for the DM:

I had to vote for the Emerald Claw, mostly because we just got our butt kicked by them. The other organisations we've had to deal with is The Cult of the Dragon and the Zhentarim/Banites. However, we kicked their butts so they can't be that dangerous, now can they? ;-) I've actually taken over...

Even after Scuns ministrations, Ogrins limp body lie battered and bruised by the stairs. His breath is shallow but steady, and those with medical expertise can tell his body needs rest and recuperation after the ordeal. After a few hours, he regains consciousness. His firsts words are, "Stupid...

The sudden bursts of energy that bursts through his body gives Ogrin new strength to fight. He once again slashes at the centipede with his dagger, aiming for its eyes.

OOC: Cool. We've never dealt much with subdual/nonlethal damage in our p&p campaigns. I just assumed it was the same as being disabled. Adjusting the previous post. OOC 2: I believe we're waiting for Rasereit, no?

Ogrin manages short, stuttered cry: "Kill... it... ". With the last of his strength reserves he tries to ram his dagger between the insects eyes. He knows he can't fight the creatures strength with his own and tries to put and end to its life instead. OOC: Note that Ogrin has 8 HP max, not 7...

OOC: Ogrin calling Scun, come in Scun... I'll post my next action to speed things along, I'll adjust the text later if it doesn't fit what happens. As Scun comes racing around the corner, Ogrin welcomes him: "This is no time for excercise! Get this thing off me!" While the creature is...

Ogrin attacks with his rapier after manuevering a few steps to get into good position for flanking.

Ogrin groans. "More vermin!" He moves to the pillar near the staircase (K21) and readies an attack with his rapier against any foe that comes within reach. He'll keep the torch in his left hand... for now.