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Please excuse the metaphor, but Dragonlance is literary comfort food for me. I've had some great meals in my time with complex flavor combinations and unique and imaginative textures. But sometimes, I want a big pot of macaroni and cheese and DL comes through in a big way. I read the...

Eskon tries his best to laugh yet he cannot take his eyes off the body of the tortoise. "Well, my power of flight only manifests itself when I am battered into a coma. Hardly a good trade-off. Trust me on that." The paladin tugs on the hilt of his greatsword to loosen it in his scabbard...

OOC: Sorry for the delay in responding. I am interested in playing. It's just that my character is pretty much a normal guy in a big monster body. None of his powers or skillsare very useful for investigations. So, besides for roleplaying and comic relief, my character is not qualified to...

Eskon looks at the tortoise remains nervously. "Well...I guess it's a good thing we only want to talk with these people. If it escalates to violence, it's likely we would not be the stronger side." He shakes of his apprehension and smiles again. "Let's be off."

Lokin pulls the bag off his pack, shaking it lightly. "Well, I guess some of us are staying and some are going. We need to decide who was a part of our group when we found each bit of loot and divide it up. Let's not forget the items we hoarded in the kitchen. Then when everyone has a bit of...

Lokin pats the bulging burlap sack tied to his pack. "Well...there's this. too. But it was locked and trapped so the orcs and lizardfolk obviously never got to it. The rest, however, must be horded somewhere. Whomever is leaving can take their share from that. Then, we should get back to...

"I say we finish looking around, at least. I mean, what's the point of killing all the orcs if we leave the treasure behind. We haven't fully explored this place. There could be a pile of gold in any one of these rooms. If we find the situation is bigger than we expected or still holds...

Lokin finishes up the meal with a sad smile. "Well, Kyle. It's a shame you have to go. I think I've started to take your cooking for granted. I understand, though. In my opinion, you've more than earned your cut of the loot since you've come on board." He turns to Payne, Kol, Zurd, and...

I think you're right.

Lokin stops, looking back at the dwarves. "Hungry, eh? Fine. Now that you mention it, I am pretty hungry." He checks the hallway one more time before heading back into the room and placing his heavy pack on the floor.

Lokin pauses, mentally figuring out the numbers. "Yeah...maybe. We've been picking 'em off a few at a time. Makes it easier that way. Anyway, it seems pretty safe out there, as best as we can tell. You're free to go." Lokin checks to make sure the sack of loot is secure on his pack. Then...

Lokin moves forward towards the dwarf cautiously, looking for unseen dangers in the room. "Well, Thengor, you are in luck. We take no pleasure in the torture of dwarves. Let's get you out of here." He looks back towards Payne. "You think you can handle the locks on these shackles?"

Gurv looks over at Roland with a mischievous grin "Yeah, thanks for that. I'll try to avoid axes in the future. He looks over at the rest of the group, his gaze staying on Deric for a moment longer than everyone else. "Also, sorry if I seemed judgmental about how you dealt with the...

Carrion looks out the window, depressingly cramped in his current position in the van. "Are we going after them or what? I swear, if I stay in the van another few minutes, I'm tearing the roof off."

Eskon nods. It's not too far off and it might be important. We have so little information as it is, I feel we should go check this out. What do you say, Irene?" The young paladin tugs at his mail and adjusts the strap on his scabbard, preparing to move out.

Gurv moves to the trapdoor. He hesitates for a moment, staring with discomfort at the slaying of the bandits. After a moment, he shakes his head, sheathes his shortsword, and follows Ickle down the ladder. When he reaches the bottom, he will redraw his shortsword and assess the situation.

Felix stares at masked man incredulously as he leaves, the gravity of the situation not quite sinking in. He feels his body tremble suddenly as fear washes over him. Despite his instinctual terror, a strange grin comes to his face. Felix speaks, most likely to himself. "All these years, I...

Gurv looks around for any signs of obvious danger in this room before turning his attention to the trapdoor, suddenly oblivious to his blood-soaked clothing and remaining wounds. "We should continue while we have the advantage!" The words sound strange coming from a man who was on death's door...

Lokin looks at the dwarf with concern, not quite trusting the situation. Realizing that he might be acting paranoid, he quickly heads over to the dwarf and checks on his shackles. "Who are we? We're just some people exploring this structure; trying to make a bit of money. Better question is...

Gurv climbs to his feet, slipping slightly in all the blood on the floor. "Is that all mine? Still gripping his swords, he takes a moment to collect his senses before flinging himself back into danger.