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Larrock picks up the sunrod that Ben dropped when he went for the cat and stuffs it in his belt. Then he grabs the box of jewelry and starts to lug it over to Jollunia. There's some gear in that coffer over there. You might find a use for it. My name's Larrock, by the way. He extends his...

Once everyone has gathered up: OK, we obviously can't go thataway - points to the cliffs - and Dural has discovered that these worms don't appreciate anyone on their turf, apparently, so blazing a trail through the jungle is out. Shall we gather up and head down that way? Larrock motions...

Watching Ben scramble away with the glowsticks Larrock mutters, Big, but not too bright. Scratch that - quite bright at the moment! Chuckling at his bon mot Larrock finishes dragging the coffer and strongbox high up on the beach near the tree line and plops down. After a few minutes spent...

Um.. uh... I don't think... uh... damn, you're big. Um, could you help me carry these up? Larrock desparately tries to get Ben to take the coffer and box instead of playing with the sunrods. Please?

Feeling a little nervous about the encroaching tide, Larrock starts heading inland towards the treeline and Dural and Flynn. He's making slow progress, however, since he's dragging a box full of jewelry and a coffer full of equipment. A little help sure would be nice....

Question: Should I keep my sheet in the Rogue's Gallery updated with stuff I pick up? I assume we won't be updating these sheets during combat (spells used, damage taken, etc.), but to what extent should we keep things up to date?

Larrock pockets the potion and again concentrating - shome yertrix - determines if any other items in the coffer show as magic. After this, he calls to the rest of the group Hey! I found some equipment over here! Anyone need any of this stuff?

Larrock sets to work picking the lock on the coffin. OOC: If he hears the sounds coming from the other coffin, he'll be careful to stand back to open it. Otherwise, he'll just yank it open.

Larrock closes the chest again, not bothering to lock it. He drags it over to where Resa has spread out the Half-orc's gear to dry and picks up the (magic) dagger. I could use a back up he says, to no one in particular. Still dragging the chest of jewelry he makes his way to the coffin and...

Larrock mutters shome yertrix and concentrates on the contents of the box for a few seconds. OOC: Casting Detect Magic.

You are going to scare the living crap out of Larrock the first time you do that.

Larrock reaches into his pack and removes a set of metal tools, going to work on the box. One never know what one might find, eh? Wait up a few, gents, and I'll tag along.

Larrock picks up the box and begins inspecting it, shaking it gently, trying to determine if he's seen this style of lock before and generally noting details. OOC: Search for traps

Larrock assists in the salvage efforts, making free use of his ability to dry out items as necessary.

Larrock waves his hand in Dural's direction - silica - and Dural's rations dry themselves out. Was someone crying for help a minute ago or do I still have seawater in my ears? Larrock scans the beach for the source of the cries.

To Irendöl: I've got a few days worth, though it's a bit waterlogged. Here - wait - Larrock pulls a bundle of sodden dried beef from his pack and waggles his fingers over it. silica - There. Well that's come in useful today. Anyone else? The dried beef is now, erm, dry. :) OOC...

Uriel - I didn't realize that you actually have Prof(Cartographer) until the latest IC conversation. Funny - I just came up with the Cartography thing to have a reason for Larrock to be on the boat. It should become quickly obvious to Drithmyne that Larrock has no clue how to draw maps, though...

The last of the grime falls away from Larrock's brown and grey garments as he stuffs a dark brown floppy-brimmed hat upon his head. Always glad to meet a fellow mapmaker! However, unless this place is part of Avanta, per se, I'm afraid it is outside of my charter. If you'd like to escort me...

Larrock begins brushing himself off, then pauses. Chuckling to himself and he mutters chimchimcheree and twists his left hand just so. Salt and sand begin flaking off him and his clothes. I keep forgetting I can do that. He approaches the others. Right. My name is Larrock Derth and I am the...

Larrock notgoodnotgoodnotgood BREATHE muchbettermuchbetterdamnitscold Larrock awoke feeling as if he'd been on a four day binge. Mouth dry, body aches, stomach cramping. And almost naked. Yep, all the signs of a bender. When he finally prized his eyes open, he was surprised to find...