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"Mm-hm," grunted the Roper doubtfully, but it didn't take any further action. Climbing back up the stairs Dongle continued to mutter under his breath. The light sweat from the warmth of the dungeon cooled as we ascended and I had to subdue a shiver by the time we'd reached the top and stepped...

There was a pause after his question so silent that I could hear Dongle's evenly-paced breath across the room. He looked back at me and I shrugged. I believe we both had given up on an answer when with a smacking of oddly-shaped lips the Roper spoke in a suspicious tone: "You've nothing to...

Once Dongle had made his way up and past where he had been stopped earlier, the dragging sound ceased. The Roper's tired voice called out, "Such long conversations as these are not usually my way. But make your statement or ask your question if you must and allow me to rest again." I...

In which Pollock and Romanna make good their escape Using the cover of sound and shadows, our hero and his companion make good their escape. Once outside, they duck into a nearby alley, where Pollock buries his "disguise" (the robe) in a refuse receptacle. Once a few blocks up the road on...

After a moment of staring into the black void of the room, there came the response. "Yeah, okay, that sounds about right. Go ahead." The dragging sound then recommenced, this time getting further away.

As stealthily as possible, Pollock makes his way down the row of columns to Romana's side, where he whispers her name to get her attention. "Enjoying the show?" Stay with her for a few moments more, old friend. Risking a quick look, Pollock takes a glance at the lay of the land. * *...

"You may know me simply as the watcher of the Black Keep. I do not recognize this Maurak'Gunar. If he claims to be master of this keep, then he is mistaken. I have been watcher here for nigh on 30 years and I have never heard of him, nor have my orders been altered. So I ask you a final...

I nodded in approval of his prudence. I then managed about three cautious steps back toward the stairs, keeping my eyes focused on the dim light issuing from that entryway, before stopping at a gutteral grumble that both my master and I recognized as the language of the dwellers of the dark...

The long wait, finally over. The smell of this dungeon was different than most. Most are dank and moist, usually moldy in places with the pungent stank of rotting flesh here and there. This dungeon was very dry and the air had a crisp "feel" to it, with a constant but not overwhelming scent...

Oh, man, I SAW that X-Files episode! Oh, crap! Egress . . . ? What? There's trouble here, friend. I . . . a moment, please. In the bunkroom, just outside the office, Pollock takes three long breaths, stretching his fingers and toes, closing his eyes tight then opening them: refocusing his...

Pollock takes a quick look at the contents of the small, locked box with his ring of X-Ray vision. Before shutting the secret compartment and armoire. Cadmus, old boy, what's your status downstairs? Our jig is about up.

where was I . . . ? Oh, yeah! Pollock gives his head a quick shake, feeling like he'd zoned out for what felt like a year. He doesn't really WANT to break open the lock, but is afraid to leave some important clue behind. With a curse, he takes out his crowbar and tries to be as gentle as...

Long awaited bump! Man, it's been like a year. Bump, already! :p

OOC: Been WAAAY out of touch. Sorry all. Thanks for a brilliantly fun adventure Krug, ChiefOrc and Dalamar! :)

"Gogsmol be damned. We sell his stupid gem (along with everything else we found) and split the money. As things cool off we will keep an eye on him and his activities. Like I said, good friend Borkel, an opportunity will arise for us to serve him justice, I am sure. A man like Gogsmol is...

Eddy lets the thugs go when Borkel lets go of the Fop. He then follows the conversation between the dwarf and the woman like a tennis match, giving a little shrug and nod of "yeah, probably" when Tumna says, "there's absolutely nothing meaningful short of killing the bastich that we can do."...

"Ah-ha! Excellent, my friends. We're almost there. Someone wake Kieran . . . I guess." * * * OOC: What time of day is it? Don't we want to sneak in at night?

Master Dongle removed his gloves and rubbed some grit and dust between his hands to dry them. He then went to work, moving one step at a time down the curling stairwell. I stood behind him five steps, with an Everburning torch to light our way. After thirty steps, he stopped, and with a...

I don't have time for this. . . . Pollock uses his X-Ray vision to look inside the armoire.

"I'm sure that the Duke would have wanted to be buried with his men, yes. Could you give us another minute here, please, and then we will be on our way." Tyler is awkward--wanting to speak as little as possible to one he probably about to betray.