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"Up and down the coast mate. Haven't been back to Orussus in, oh, a year, I think? Let's catch up in a bit, I just need a bit of food and drink first." OOC: And I'm just about to go travelling without internet, so it'll be a while before I can update again, sadly. :(

Ogrin asks the barkeep for a two bowls of meat stew, into which he pours the content of a small bottle. After feeding some of it to the dogs, they seem of much better health; in fact, the wounds have stopped bleeding and have mostly scabbed over. There are whispers in the crows, "Did that...

Like a jack in the box, it's time for my yearly appearance! The slightly drunk voice of a halfling joins the chorus as Ogrin steps through the back door. "Fear not lasses, I am back! The rumours of my demise are completely unfounded. I am back in Orussus, for a short while only and will have...

A long overdue return A richly dressed halfling half steps, half falls into the inn, a buxom halfling wench under each arm. He appears to be telling the ladies a story. "... an' then the 'ntire mountain... 'sploded! Woosh! Nuthin' left but Ogrin -- that'd be yours truly -- an' his stalwart...."...

In case someone needs a nudge of inspiration... I personally would enjoy very much playing through the liberation of Razh's clan hold, if anyone feels up to the task =) I seem to remember brother E promising to help out at some point during S3, and he's in the Inn as well as Ogrin and Razh.

(Buy prices added by me) It just struck me that we never divided the loot here. Assuming that Eusebius doesn't take a share, as he indicated, that would mean we all get 800gp each (actually, 799gp, 6 silvers and two coppers according to the book, but I'm counting on Ogrins recent good luck...

Ogrin greets the others. "So many known faces... and a few new... ". He turns again to his dwarven friend and continues in a whisper, "...some more fair than others." "So. This clanhold of yours. When do we reclaim it?"

Ogrin freezes mid-step and turns around. A forced smile appears on his face "Brother E! I didn't expect to meet you here. Nothing in particular, is what's happening. Just landed the Water Dragon last night, carrying... wine. Yeah. Wine. Anyway, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Did you get...

A well-dressed halfling steps into the inn, soaked from the rain outside. "Hello, all. Bit of a moist evening, isn't it? Ogrin's the name, but I'm sure you all know that from the minstrels, eh?" His eyes seem to have trouble focusing in the dim light, but soon he quickly spots the red-haired...

Seeing no apparent harm come to Razh, Ogrin steps towards the table as well. "I have no need of this, so why not?". He places his pawn figure on the table and draws a card from the deck. "My pawn for your... ace!" OOC: Ace of hearts. Yeah, great, like Ogrin isn't heartsick already.

I'd planned for Ogrin to gamble (and attempt to cheat!), but caught up in real life... :uhoh: stuff happens. Also, I think my email subscription must have gone awry somehow. Let me also thank you for a fun game, for the most part. The chess game dragged a bit; I think it might have lent itself...

Ogrin cocks his head and looks at the Imp. "From what the wizard told us, you sometimes stand at the entrance. It was you who was dressed up in those plumes, wasn't it? How long have you been here, doing this, anyway?"

Ogrin makes no move to stop Razh, but watches curiously as the mirror falls down the pit. The curtain glides off, and for an instant, Ogrin can spy himself, running towards the glass of the mirror, blades in hand. Then the mirror falls out of view, is struck my the lightning storm and shatters...

Ogrin looks onto the scene at the other end of the room. "What the...?" Then, seeing Razh, he smiles for the first time since the chess game and decides to deal with the current rat problem. He moves onto the bridge and towards Torvin. "Oy, ratsy! Lay still or I'll introduce you to me blade...

Seeing Torvin crawling out on the bridge, Ogrin moves around the other side to prevent him from escaping - not that it seems likely. "Beamer! The Scythe! Chuck it in, before some new devilry appears!"

Ogrin appears to continue his running step in an attempt to get past Lothar, but at the last second, he turns to attack the treacherous 'merchant', his blade slicing across his throat. "Spare your words, kinsman. The only mercy he deserves is that of death..." OOC: Feint DC 22, attack hits AC...

Ogrin runs toward the battle as quickly as his short legs can carry him. OOC: I was going to do a x4 run, but it only works in a "straight line". DM decides if this can qualify... if OK, Ogrin will be 2 squares southwest of Lothar.

"A game of cards? Swell! Let me get back to you on that account in a few..." says Ogrin as he hurries through towards the sound of battle, fearing it might be his friends in need of some assistance. Assuming Ogrin enters the scene of battle and spots the wererat, he'll arm himself with his...

Ogrin flinches as he notices his new tattoo. "Not another one of those..." ..and then, onwards!

Ogrin uses his right hand.