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"A pauper's grave will serve," says Brae, scratching at his beard. "All that is required is consecrated land."

I've got them...just not at work, which is where most of my posting happens.

Abraxis follows after Lerissa.

With the others catching up, Anundr turns his attention back to the corridor ahead, and hustles forward with the torch held high.

"Well, perhaps we should make a short foray into the interior?"

"If we be attacked 'ere, there be no choice but t' fight our way out," says Kobryrn. The dwarf shrugs. "But the entrance makes a nice chokepoint."

Ah...back to IC. Reminds me of the good old days!

It is just amazing to me how many problems there have been here at En World over the years.

Chase holds his bow ready, covering the others as they consider the entrance to the tomb.

"Braevil Talisker, constable of the 14th ward. My friends call me Brae..." The cleric offers his hand to the dwarf. "My fellow constables and I had a bit of a run-in with a not-so-friendly undead creature, and find ourselves in need of consecrated ground in which to bury the remains. Sooner...

Turthain has no choice but to draw his longsword and strike back at the orc that assaulted him. He curses himself for being at the front of the party, and not hanging back where his bow would be of use. Hit Points: 1/7 Also, cant' remember if longsword damage is 1d8 or 1d12?

Dannis continues to keep his eye out for trouble while the others consider the pond.

The decision made to find a good sleeping spot within the warrens, Korbryn leads the group down the south passage instead of up the stairs. Move to Q124

"Pardon me, friend," calls Brae, "But we require your assistance."

Chase readies his bow and prepares to follow the rest of the group into the tomb.

Happy Anniversary to you and Mrs. Scotley!

Dannis actually finds himself agreeing with the half-orc as they mmove away. "Yes, some oil to fry those rats would be just the thing...though I'll leave the eating of them to you."

Abraxis aids Lerissa in hiding the bodies.

Anundr will move ahead quickly, using his torch to light the way, and sparing a glance back every now and then to make sure the others are following.

"Perhaps we should withdraw?" Dannis steps back and draws his blade, ready to slash any hostile rats, all the while trying to calculate just how many there are.