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Ter-raen looks at the paintings in disgust. He remembers the outcome of encountering the other paintings in the house, and is in no mood to awaken any more of the silent monsters lurking behind these pieces of canvas. "House of bad omen, and its children."

Ter-raen considers the possibilities that his companions raise, but arrives at the same logic in the end: they ran out of proper things to eat. But he doesn't want to embarass them (or himself) by his simple answer, so he keeps the knowledge to himself. "Come, we move?" he asks.

OOC: Presentations this week, post again in a few days!

Ter-raen sniffs the air and wrinkles his nose in mock disgust. "How this thing sleep here... it not slimy fish." Keeping his scimitar unsheathed, Ter-raen uses it to poke around the slime very unhappily. Search 1d20-1 = 2...

HP 28/33, AC 18 "AH HA!" roars the half-orc triumphantly, evidently pleased and utterly convinced that his act of fear earlier on had lured the mephit into a false sense of security, allowing them strikes of opportunity. He takes his strike with a quick flourish, confidence overflowing. Attack...

OOC: Perhaps the rail then? Signature tourist attraction :D

HP 28/33, AC 18, AC 16 (charging) A big smile on his lips, Ter-raen raises his blade triumphantly, shield held facing the little creature who thinks he has gotten the upper hand against them. "CHARGE!" he roars, thinking that the mephit has let his guard down. ooc: I assume the mephit is...

OOC: yup, maintain this defensive posture for this round, with more teeth-baring to go along with it.

HP 28/33, AC 18 Ter-raen draws his scimitar as noisily as he can. First a big spider, now a big bat! The surprises just never end... The rather pissed-off half-orc is now suddenly itching to make an example of this bat!

Ter-raen understood the word "hairy" and "cellar", and figured that the dwarf meant they were going there next? But hairy? Never mind that. Pretending that was the intent of the dwarf, he nods and says, "We finish, then go down. No hair." Ter-raen steps into the empty room, takes a sniff of the...

OOC: just wonderng, maybe land cabs might be cheaper than sky ones?

We open the door and close it if we see something we don't like? I like that one, purely for the comedic imagery :D

Ter-raen stares disappointedly at the assortment of riches in the chest. "No urn..." is all he manages to drag out of his mouth. With a soft sigh, he points to the corridor where they entered this room of great disappointment, and turns to the others. "Urn maybe in other room, we be close? Ready...

Ter-raen's eyes brighten up at that cheerful thought and he holds the key even tighter, glad to a chance to finally find that urn and get out of this house of ill omen! Putting the key into his belt pouch, then giving it a quick pat, Ter-raen is ready to move.

Ter-raen holds the key up for all to see, not entirely too sure what to do withthis odd little thing. But he lets out a long breath, glad that they've accomplished something after all this time. Now we need to get urn... He thinks to himself. To the others, he says, "Key... open something."

Ter-raen draws his scimitar and begins cutting through the irritating clinging pieces of spider web that get between him and the end wall. He curses the spider and its entire brood every three steps along the way, cursing their entire family line from their great-grand-ancestor on down.

Ter-raen watches silently as Karm applies a bandage to help tend his wounds. Ter-raen takes a deep breath, to try and clear his lungs of some mild burning feeling. He looks down at the body of the dead spider, a bloody hole where his blade punctured its skin. Good hit, the barbarian agrees to...

HP 35 (rage isn't temp HP I think?), AC 16 Ter-raen lunges forward with a mighty thrust, unleashing all that he had visualised and seeing it connect in his mind's eye! Attack (1d20+8)=24, Damage (1d6+6)=12

HP 35/39, AC 16 (-2 from Rage), Rage rounds 2/7 Ter-raen remains where he is, in the same pose as before. He can see the door breaking, he can see the spider's claws and fangs coming, he can see his blade striking true. He hears the dwarf taunting the spider, but does not add a taunt of his own...

Edited to reflect, been way too long since I touched 3.5... That sounds rather ominous...