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"So what could deter me more, your bristling with firearms, or watching you get drunk with firearms?" Rod makes an 'X' with his fingers and goes back to rummaging around the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm not going swimming." says Rod. His ivory white skin is sure proof that he is never in the sun too long. Ever.

Sonrik rolls to his side to find the beautiful young girl kneeling beside him. He gazes into her eyes, and it seems like the chaos of the rest of the room just disappears. His pace quickens, his stomach flutters, and as he reaches out to gently touch her porcelain face, he says, "I've wanted...

"'Dat belt look f'miliar, Derrik?" asks Thromgril, knowing damn well that it isn't his own, and hoping that their healer will be equipped soon, so he can get to the killing. He puts one of his meaty fingers behind the keyring, and lets the keys fall one by one with a jingle as he runs across...

C'mon, that's nine more names that you can confuse me with !! ;)

Unsure of Beowulf's intent from excluding him from his instructions, Briet greets those who greet him, and eats in silence. He is more intent on using his good sense to detect any feelings, good or ill, in the hearts of the Danes. No, Briet chews his food quietly, and smiles at all that look...

Sonrik does not get up. He says to the giant, "Hey, I asked you first. I approached the sage to heal him, and.... Wait. How did I get over here?"

Briet is used to going unnoticed. Having always been passed up for larger, stronger men, he has led a life in the shadow of others. He is neither as tall and broad as the bear, nor is he learned like the Skald. But Briet knows to keep his mouth shut. The Gods have granted him sharp eyes, and...

Too afraid to even move, in fear of haven broken, well......everything, Sonrik manages halfway sit up on an elbow, and check his vital functions with the other hand. He puts a hand to a forehead, and looks around, quite out of sorts, asking ,"Wh...what happened?"

"Hard times seem to have befallen this land." Briet says to the others, "Perhaps this is why we are now taken to Heorot, whether Hrothgar be there or no. These people's fate, I know not." Briet helps to flip the longboat and carry it up the ridge onto the grass. He sets it down, and takes a...

SORRY!!! Internet problems, I'll post soon.

Quick question....which stat determines running speed?

"Sel!" cries Sonrik, pointing to the back of the room, "Head him off!" he shouts, knowing that he cannot match the Elf's speed. He rushes over to the fallen sage, hoping that his magics will help him hang on a little longer. (OOC-Lay on Hands for 1 point to stabilize)

Thromgril catches the sword, saying, "Har! Me secret weapons are no longer a secret." The scantily clad dwarf continues to stalk the corridor. His long moustache and jowl hair the only things left to cover his otherwise hirsute, and nekid body. Ready to pounce on anything that didn't arrive...

I can honestly say, in the YEARS I've been playing CoC, I've only used advancement rules once. Throwing the name 'Grendel' around never made me think that this would be my second go at gaining experience. Hooray!

Looks like we'll be without Liam. http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=150366 Good luck!

Despite an insanely full plate, I'm terribly interested in this game. Plese put me down as an alternate, as I'd like to watch how recruitment goes. Thanks! TZ

"The runes have it." says Briet, looking around the room for other signs of approval. He looks back at the Skald, asking, "A week 'til she sails, eh? Tell me, do we break shores under good auspices?" He downs more mead, and tiring of talk of state and rank, he hopes to change the talk to more...

"Rak, take cover!" Sonrik shouts. His eyes follow a trail back in the direction of the arrow feathers. He pushes the girl back behind him, and again, concentrates on scanning the area with his eyes, intent on finding the assassin.

OOC- Yeah, gimme a weapon!