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Ydyr anticipates a few welcome hours of dreamless restorative shut-eye. He volunteers to take either first or last watch.

Ydyr waits patiently as the group re-collects and decides what to do next.

Ydyr will move away from the goblin at the wall, and move farther down the wall and slip over, heading for a door... presumably through which goblins should be pouring any minute.

Ydyr eyes water at the sting of the pain in his shoulder. He looks one way then the other before attacking again. [[Again, if a space opens up after his attack, he will hop over.]]

Ydyr curls his fists and attacks across the half wall. [[single attack, i.e. not "full attack" and if the goblin opposite me drops, I will use my "move action to scale/jump/slide over the half wall. If the goblin does not go down... well.. I'll stay put. ]]

Ydyr nods his head, agreeing that a simple charge might prove most effective here.

Ydyr will inform whomever catches up with him of the basic layout and number of goblins, etc. Deep in the recesses of his mind, tall tales of adventuring heroes swirl darkly, stories told by mothers to put their children to sleep. He thinks that this would normally be the time for a grand old...

Ydyr moves across the room to the nearest bow-wielder and pummels him fiercely, letting out a grunt of rage and power. More on the way, this one's shouting for help!!!

Ydyr thanks the rest of the party for hauling him up during their backtracking. With the bells jangling, and the half wall beckoning, Ydyr will make bounce lightly thru the hall and step inside the room and crouch down, watching for any motion behind the wall, or farther on. [[move cautiously...

Ydyr curses into the darkness softly, under his breath. HE crouches low and tries to reach out into the inky blackness with his senses, waiting for an attack. He listens to his companions moving above, getting rope ready.

Jerek. Its okay. A very short time ago, I was a dockworker. No more. No less. And I dockworker I was to be until the end of my days. Until I tried in vain to stop a robbery, and was left to die on the side of a road. A new path has opened before me. However, this is all very VERY strange to me...

Ydyr says a quick blessing over the broken corpse in the name of Illmater. He then looks hopefully towards his companions that we will be on the move sooner, rather than later.

Ydyr looks to the corpses, and wonders about their struggles and their lives before ending up here, tossed carelessly in a room in a dark dungeon. The monk breathes deeply and feels his energies settle again, his eyes searching out through the torchlight into the darkness.

Ydyr bounces in the rhythm & flow of combat and slides towards a smaller target to press his attack again. His gangly limbs seem to become more supple and move easier, no trace of his un-coordinated walking or nervousness. [[Move to flank a smaller rat and attack, no Flurry.]]

Ydyr whoops lightly to himself after felling the first rat. He looks at the situation at hand and decides to slide past Jair in the doorframe and move into the large rat's room. He decides to swing wildly and rapidly at this larger bulkier foe, figuring that with his monk's skills he will be...

Ydyr clenches his fists and moves to attack.

The room seems dark and ominous to Ydyr. His eyes are on constant search mode, scanning the darkness around the torch light. Let's keep moving, folks. Harder to hit that way, he thinks.

Ydyr bends to examine the map, trying to memorize, or at least, familiarize himself with these dungeon halls.

These worhthless rats are a distraction... *sigh* Well, lets get it over with, so we can get out of this place that much sooner. Ydyr seems distracted at hand... yet focused on the mission as a whole.

Ydyr will delay and will "move into any melee square that becomes unoccupied during this round of combat." If not, he will use his turn to actively Spot and Listen over the din, down the hallway to make sure there are no other surprises.