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Khulmbanos was probably up near the front, doing the whole Search for Traps waltz. When the party sights the kobolds he stands (or, more likely, scuttles) aside to let the tougher fighters through. Once all the kobolds are safely engaged, he'll slink forward and make any AoO/Sneak Attacks that...

As usual, the best ever.

"Right. T'ckiticiboo or whatever yer name is, you may as well drop us off on top of the pyramid and save us the climb. Once we're inside, circle the area and be ready to pick us up when we come running out - hopefully, with the scarab, and not with a hundred kobolds or some giant lizard god...

"Bah. How chivalrous. Maybe we should send a herald in first, too." Khulmbanos opens his mouth to disagree, but remembers that there's no large bottle of poison on board, and keeps silent.

Re: I hope it hasn't been used yet . . . It's been used. It's a Cheapass game, and there's even a sequel entitled "Devil Bunny Hates The Earth." On reflection, I suspect you knew this and I'm missing the joke.

Bah, who packed this ship anyway? :-) "Y'know, let's not try any plans that involve us going up against anything big with lots of teeth. Small and lots of teeth, or big and plant-eatin', fine, but otherwise... "Anyway, I'd say we either sneak in through the pyramid, or else head off, gather a...

Once the other dwarf is on board, Khulmbanos relaxes for a moment. He listens to the conversations for a few minutes, then potters around in the hold of the Diana. He's looking for (a) a carcass, barrel of salted pork or some other suitable bait and (b) a convieniently large bottle of poison...

Khulmbanos loads his crossbow. "This stinks of ambush" he remarks to Hremelan. He glances over his shouder, making sure that Tchikkatlikkit's ready to take off at a moment's notice.

Khulmbanos happily grabs anything that other people don't take. He'll also take a grappling hook, a waterskin, and an anti-toxin. As far as searching goes - "I say we search from the air. Those who know the sorta thing we're lookin' for use spyglasses. When we find a likely site, we drop down...

OOC (Should this go in Talking the Talk? Sorry if I'm in the wrong forum. Anyway, I'll be away at a con from tomorrow until monday or tuesday. I might have web access over the weekend - dunno. Anyway, if it's important, Khulmbanos is going to wander around the ship, being grumpy, and generally...

The dwarf is kicking the railing. "Are we there yet?"

For a sneak peak at some of the new ideas in the 6th edition, check out (GW line developer) Bruce Baugh's journal entry here.

The next edition of Gamma World is being done by Sword & Sorcery/WW.

Khulmbanos grins broadly as he watches the dying creatures plummet away. "If it's all that easy..."

Khulmbanos peers through the spyglass, trying to work out what the beasties are. His free hand unstraps his crossbow. As the creatures approach, he idly slips the spyglass inside his shirt, then loads and aims the crossbow. He'll fire when they get within range. "Ashan's right - make sure the...

Khulmbanos scratches his cheek. "Me dad was a locksmith of sorts. We come from a long, long line of folk of sorts. I'm good wi' locks, and traps, and doors, and that sorta stuff. Knives, too. Sharp things."

Khulmbanos had been peering over the railing, idle dreams of bank heists and burglary from on high running through his head. He barely avoids smashing his bulbous head on the railing when the ship lurches. "Oi!" he shouts, "watch it! Shout next time you're going to do that." He then scrambles...

Khulmbanos snaps his teeth at Hremelan and Ashan. "You heard the gith. Desert. Bleached bones and black tongues and...ohhh". His voice trails off as the illustration of the Planejack revealed. "Hmm," he recovers, "scratch that objection, anyways. Fly in, delve the place, pop the throne. Easy...

"Will this "vessel" get us 'cross the desert, or will we haveta walk?" Khulmbanos is obviously less than enthusiastic about crossing the sands on foot, or at all for that matter.

Khulmbanos mentally divides 10,000 gold by the number of people in the expedition. He then performs the same calculation, substituting in the number of likely survivors. "Oh....I hope so" mutters the dwarf.