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Jamilee's action is already posted up too, pretty much. For clarity and reference, a brief rehash: she takes a five foot step to I-11, next to the one remaining ant, and pokes away at it, without much effect. She hears Munchin shout, and picks up the cry as well. "Back to the tunnel! Front rank...

..to find the very man hanging in a chair right there, basically surrounded by orange peels, peach pits, and an apple core or three, looking very sated indeed. He looks just the slightest bit guilty, sitting in the wreckage of his eating binge. "..erm. What can I say? I like fruit. Best part of...

To keep things moving along: regardless of exactly when it happens, if it makes any kind of sense at the time, during round 3 Jamilee will try to make a full attack on a nearby ant; ant 3 near Munchin and Ximix preferred, but any one reachable with a 5' step will do, really. (Round 3 full attack...

(OOC: Dunno, but some NPCing may be in order. Sirhahn appears to've been MIA for about six days already.)

Judging by her foul.. well, fouler expression, some thought akin to "No more Ms. Nice Elf" is running through Jamilee's mind. She moves to the monk's side, ditches her shield, and draws her shortsword with her off hand - meanwhile striking out with her rapier to try and keep the ant at bay, with...

Jinx swallows a bite from the apple he nicked from a buffet table. "Lokin, right?" He raises his eyebrows at him. If he gets as much as a look of acknowledgement, he talks right on.. "You speak truth, mostly. The way I see it, only good things can come from a man takin' his destiny in his own...

Jamilee bides her time, trying her best to keep her shield between herself and the ant's snapping jaws, searching for an opening -- and occasionally throwing a glance over her shoulder, just in case someone behind her gets a little too eager with their slings, arrows, or rays of fiery death. If...

Jamilee spends a valuable second or two listening to Saithnar's lengthy explanation of his battle plan; finally (on initiative 10), she decides it's not worth the wait, and sets off into the fray. Fortunately her own ideas seem to coincide more or less with his; she moves ahead to position 8I...

Jamilee ponders the question and previous comments for a moment, expressionless. Then starts grating out words. "First the plan was to go in as three teams, mh. For efficiency. Then two, for more safety. And now we'll move as one again, so we can.. coordinate a joint attack." She lets it hang...

"Only one," Jamilee croaks, grinning that unpleasant grin of hers as she lowers her rapier. "Twenty..? And you're all looking so fresh, hnh. I guess that's why you came looking for more in our half, then, mh. I take it you haven't found any ways down to the second level yet?"

Jinx quietly gets up and leaves, following the stream of revelers heading towards the part.

Jinx shows up to the party fashionably late, and suitably impressed by the pomp and circumstance - somewhat self-conscious, he pulls his leather vest straight, and rakes his fingers through his unruly hair. The food catches his eye first, and he heads over to snatch an apple, nodding to the...

Jinx grins maniacally. "None that I saw. Then 'gain, we're sittin' inside, aren't we? Not gonna see any dragons unless they're right in front of the windows."

"Nope," says Jinx, wearing his usual grin as he answers Maladar. "We were kind 'nough to wait on you. Grab the bones and roll, if you'd please. We need to get rid of this hoard, lest it grow any bigger and starts acttractin' dragons."

"Ah've got it," says the man, flicking a gold piece towards the pot, and rolling the dice. They come up four and five, and Jinx pulls up an eyebrow. "I mean, I don't. Long pot, this one. Longer'n you would expect."

(OOC: I could've sworn the room was to our right when we came across it first. Huh. I hope someone has some kind of idea where we are, because I'm losing track fast.) Jamilee nods. "Yes. I'm curious as to what it was doing there. Let's be careful, though.." she grates out. "I'm not liking the...

Jinx flicks yet another gold piece in the pot, staring at the growing heap of coins as he picks up the dice. Just move the dice with your mind. All that money. It's so easy.. oh, and so very wrong. The thought's repressed, though the effort sours up his face as he rolls. The dice come up four...

Jinx lays his head on the table, and tries to shield his poor ears from the aural assault with his arms, groaning, "I am slain.. carry me to the shoreline, bury me under the sand.. and tell my sweet Mae.. I.."

Jinx is distracted by the invisible-bard spiel, at first; he raps his knuckles on the table in appreciation, and accompanies the gesture with a holler of "Hail, Nurlan! Great singing. Just stay visible near the heap o' gold here, now!" "..ah, yeh. My turn..?" Turning back to the game, Jinx...

Jinx notices he's missed the second pot's ante, and flicks two coins into the pot instead of one. Then picks up and rolls again. This time, the dice come up double sixes. He throws his fist in the air, grinning madly. "Twice'n a row! From low t'high. Thank you, Laughin' Warrior! Takin' your...