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Didn't we have a few days for buying and selling following our return from the sewers? I figured we could have bought whatever we wanted during that time.

Gritting his teeth the urchin wipes a tear from his face with a sleeve, half-turns in Edmond's arms and holds out a hand towards the shambling horde of undead. In response the air around the party grows cold as motes of frost begin to swirl around them. OOC: Readying an action to unleash a...

I assumed we could return it to the appropriate city department for a reward commensurate to its worth. Doc can correct me if I'm mistaken.

Dj'hân and Majenko are willing to go halfsies on them, each fronting 1,000 gold sails for the pair. Majenko will be the one to wear them however, he being the one of the pair who most often goes toe to toe with bad guys.

Alright, here's my breakdown of the loot splitting: Party • Eversmoking metal flask Brindom • Girrigz's +1 silver rapier • Potion of cure serious wounds 5 silver longbow arrows (from Dj’hân) silver dagger (from Dj’hân) 470 gold sails 5 silver shields 5 copper pinch Dj’hân • Potion...

The official method (originally outlined in the 3.X Player's Handbook IIRC) is to calculate each item's value according to its sale value rather than its purchase value; that being 50% of purchase cost. That way players who chose to keep found items gets some added value for their picks even if...

Heh. Ninja'd! I'd just finished looking up the value of the various items. At least our numbers match up in that respect, though the share per person is a bit off since it neglects the money we found as well as the 50% sale value of some of the stuff.

Ah, now I see where I got mixed up; in the in-game thread Girrigz' armour is described as magical "chainmail armour" while in the loot list the only magical armour is a chain shirt. I'll assume the latter is correct.

The double doors to the manor suddenly explode open; propelled by a violent gust of wind which ruffles the hair and loose clothing of those waiting outside. Carried out upon the wind, the panicked urchin tumbles end over end through the air before crashing into Edmond's chest. "T-t-tha dancin...

That's what we're currently doing. I'll try and crunch the numbers this week for the final split.

Dj'hân, with Majenko in tow, will approach, listen at and then try and quietly slip through the double doors; surmising that they lead to the manor's entrance hall.

Our tabletop group was playing through Runelords 3 the other day when while scouting, on a hunch, I checked behind a waterfall and so found a series of secret tunnels leading into the enemy's stronghold. The same thing happened in Runelords 2 when I discovered a underground chamber at the bottom...

OOC: Them gazebos are über-bad mofos I hear. How's about it Doc? Can Dj'hân open the main gate from the inside? Likewise, is their a door, window, chimney or coal chute through which Dj'hân could enter the house so as to go and open the front door?

OOC: Ack! A Gazebo! I nail it with my crossbow. :] Dj'hân glides back a few moments later to alight on Edmond's shoulder. "There's a main house, two stories and an outbuilding; maybe a servants' house or carriage house. Both are shut tight with the curtains drawn. The yard is nice but looks...

Ah. There are two suits; one a chain shirt +1 and the other masterwork chain mail. So the two have identical AC bonuses; though one is light and the other is medium armor.

It's chainmail armor, not a chain shirt.

Well, Dj'hân is surprisingly sturdy, can fly, has heat vision and freezing breath... obviously he's Kryptonian. :cool:

So, oddly perhaps, the 16 inch tall child has the most hit points of anyone in the party. :cool: On a related note, am I do construe that the apparent lack of interest in our recently acquired loot means that Dj'hân and Majenko should simply keep it all for themselves? The dragon likes that...

Ah. Apparently I don't know how to calculate hit points. My mistake. :o

OOC: It's certainly possible to stash everyone's weaponry (carefully sheathed of course) in Dj'hân's cap. Probably most of everyone's armour too if desired. The urchin grins impishly at the prospect of skulking around a rich manorhouse. "Will do!" With that simple assurance the urchin rises...