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Annoyed by the humanoids' impatience, the pseudodragon tries to stymy the lone waking ratman's ability to call out for help by rushing forth out of the water and whipping his barbed tail at the surprised creature. OOC: Sting +6 (1 damage plus poison; DC 14; frequency 1/minute for 10 minutes...

OOC: Shouldn't everyone who was aware of the ratmen be able to take a standard action during the surprise round? Nobody on our side was surprised after all.

Double post.

They already are distracted. Why do you want me to alert them by making noise? Just step in to the left if you want to surprise them.

Dj'hân directs a hurried thought to Majenko, who in turns freezes in place while hiding amidst some lichen covered bricks. Turning a saurian eye back the way he'd come in, the tiny dragon relays his impressions to Brindom. There are three ratmen and two giant rats in an alcove to the immediate...

Aubrey pulls his stocking cap down to his feet; effectively disappearing into its depths. Snaking his long neck over, Majenko gingerly takes up the liripoop's brim in his teeth, allowing the opening to hand open so that the urchin can see outside. Then, with his scales shifting to match the...

"You sure you'd don't want us to go and have a look see afore ya all rush in?"

The guttersnipe grins broadly as he pulls his cap down securely. "You just figured that out did ya?"

The urchin shrugs. "Maybe hurrying is better; I dunno." Dj'hân pulls the liripoop off of his disheveled head, reaches inside and begins withdrawing various weaponry, most as tall if not taller than himself; each one's business-end glinting with the telltale shine of polished silver. In all, the...

Dj'hân and Majenko briefly share a silent conversation while looking at the hole in the paving stones before the urchin looks up to address his grownup companions. "Majenko says that he can go down and look around a bit all quiet-like first if you want."

Having reread the thread, it seems that it's been about five or six days since the party cured Brienna and, according to her mother, the girl had started showing symptoms about five days before that; so maybe 10-11 days in all. Still, for a span of only a week and a half, a 10% death rate is...

Well, the party have been out in streets in the thick of it. So... what's a more accurate estimate of the city's losses so far?

Am I reading this right? Is the city approaching a 50% loss of population? How many days has it been since the first signs of illness? I thought it had been only a few days. :confused: I'm puzzled why you think Edmond might be on speaking terms with ratmen.

Remaining guarded, Majenko suspiciously tastes the air with his forked tongue before furling his wings and turning away from Edmond dismissively. Behind him, Dj'hân slowly stands, and reaches out to tentatively wraps a hand around one of Edmond's overlarge fingers. A delightful summer breeze*...

What a cathartic thread! Ambrus: • Feels unreasonably proprietary about the idea of dragon-themed PCs. • Bought a 2e Draconomicon in 1990 as his first gaming book and read it religiously. • Named his favorite PC after a ferengi in TNG. • Has barely glanced at a Greyhawk, Dragonlance, Eberron...

Dj'hân's eyes go wide as he hurriedly scoots back to the rear of the shelf and draws his knees up to his chin. "Okayokay..." Majenko scurries to interpose himself between the pair; spreading his wings protectively and hissing angrily at Edmond.

Dj'hân screws up his face and sticks out his tongue disgustedly. "Yeah... I guess I could do that; but it'll take forever. You want to stick around here that long?"

Dj'hân, a bit dusty from his foray below, rises up out of the trapdoor a few minutes later; his little flaming 'Dj'hân-o'-lantern' circling lazily around his head. He's followed a moment later by his tiny soil-colored dragon companion. A brief whirlwind and a downbeat of leathery wings carries...

Having hefted the lids off the four coffins, Dj'hân first removes an empty sack along with the bundled Harrow cards from his hat before tucking the four pouches of coins inside for safekeeping. Sitting on the edge of a coffin lid, the urchin quietly whispers to the Harrow: "Please Zallara..." He...

Having glanced around the front room, Dj'hân floats over to the edge of the trapdoor as Majenko pulls his head out of the hole. The pair regard each other for a brief moment before the urchin pipes up. "Majenko says that the crawlspace is the same size and shape as the room up here and that...