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Quinn's initiative: [roll0]

Sucks mayor balls! Hope you get things settled soon.

Hang is able to use his polearm to keep his footing. As everything seems to return to normal, Hang collects his sword and sheathes both weapons. His armor and the closthes beneath are soaked, dripping water in abundance. His black hair is a mess, splattered across his face, the thigh ponytail...

Hang's balance: [roll0]

Thanks!

Aszar Kzolp, Merfolk witch "The violence was not necessary, it is what took place. Further analysis is futile. It is beyond our mortal capacities to alter the past, we just need to live we our choices." Aszar comments. He produces what seemed like a smile, only his lips... does he has lips...

"You'll pay for that worm!" Tuk bellows, throwing another bullet, aiming to take the head off some kobolds. IC is down, Tuk's attack is 1d20+4; 1d4+3

"Hm..." The dwarf mutters, leaning against a wall and passing his hand over its surface. Perception to notice something odd on the stones (AKA traps): [roll0] Knowledge History: [roll1] Knowledge Engineering: [roll2]

"That might serve both purposes, aye, let us do that." the dwarf agrees. OOC: I believe the plan is to enter the logging camp and send word to town.

The portly warrior takes up a defensive stance, not wanting to rush ahead into a possible ambush. OOC: Quinn will go total defense mode!

Aszar nods in reply to Siddhartha's gratitude. He grabs the horse reins and remains quiet and still. He gazes upon the horizon with his big stoic eyes, although there's certain nostalgia on his shark features. "I can keep watch at any time, my gaze can pierce darkness."

Chkikin Chkikin also stares at Astor, given that he replies on Wednesdays.

Aszar Kzolp, Merfolk witch The merman's eyes remain calm and stoic as ever, he says nothing about healing the goblins, as he considers that their fate was sealed by themselves, and aiding them just to get the information out of them didn't seem such a good idea to him. He, however, seems...

"Ayes, aye, we need to focus, and I need to heed my own advice. Lets press forward and hope for the best." the dwarf says, shaking off the cobwebs of doubt from his mind.

"Hmm I don't like this eery silence. Have your missile weapons at the ready, and the plugs on the ears." Quinn advice, switching for his gladiator's net. He wouldn't want to loose the thing, it was a souvenir from his times at the arena, but if it kept him alive, he would gladly part from it. He...

"Me Chkikn, I'm from Azgund. Me learned lots of things, lots! Speak orcs' tongue too, and goblins'. Dwarf and halfling tongue as well. Common too but not so well. I be alchemist, I brew stuff, you drink. But not drink dangerous stuff, that's for throwing at ugly people." he points at the broken...

Muzdim nods on various parts of Antares' ramblings, but he raises both eyebrows. "The Bell? You think this dark wizard is using the bell to plant the seed of discord among the populace? If that's the case, the man's a genius, I give him that. But what should we do about it now? You propose we go...

Aszar Aszar steps up and impales the remaining goblin. "As it was foretold..." he declares solemnly. NOW I'm rolling dice: 19 to hit, 10 dmg.