BLACK CRATER

[Van Dyksun]

Gathering wits together

"Where's my stuff? If you lost my stuff, or," looks at the halfling, "took some of it, you're going to be sorry."

I'm going to try and gather all the things that were laying on top of me as I reanimated.

I have a feeling that some of it is going to be less than useful at the moment, but I'm going to don the stuff that I can.

(Matt, the SRD says "Magic armor, like almost all magic items, resizes itself to fit the wearer." I'm medium-sized now, just like before, but if you want to rule that I can't wear the mithral chain shirt, I'll abide by the rule. Animals wearing armor isn't *that* unusual, though.)

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

"Kaemris, welcome back. Sit and rest, we have much to discuss."

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

"Van, er, Master Bear ... I assure you, we have all of your items."

"Master Tencoin, I believe you have a method of conjuring some tea with that coat of yours ... perhaps we could all have some and I will tell you of our adventures since you've gone, including how we came to be here and what happened to the Orcs."

 

[Van Dyksun]

Hmmm

Looks up at Lucius from where I had been on all fours, prowling around looking for my scattered things.

"You can call me Bear. Don't feel right being called no Van sissy's son. And you'd best be calling me for dinner. It's definitely a big bird I'm smelling? Kinda like chicken on the hoof? What you hiding from me? I'm a bit hungry, and you wouldn't like me much if I get TOO hungry."

 

[Kaemris Tencoin]

Perplexed

I was once Kaemris Tencoin...but no longer.

He picks up the luckstaff that is lying on the ground.

This was mine, wasn't it? Yes, I remember now. Tymora sent me back, and She has named me Quidam. That is what you may call me now. I have no other name.

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

"Well, Vanbear, you're spelling is a very large and fearsome Griffon who has nested herself in the Nexus. If you'd like to test your newfound strength against such a foe, go right ahead. Of course, I've befriended her, and it would be a shame to waste such a powerful spell, so I'd prefer you didn't.

"Now sit... I'll conjure up a big red ball for you, if you'd like."

"Quidam - are you alright?"

 

[Tom Cashel]

"I am fine," says the bald man with golden eyes, as he puts on the now ill-fitting clothes and sleek travel cloak, "Tymora has sent me here with a purpose; to get these children back to their parents. In fact--" (he seems to be listening to something you cannot hear) "--She says we should hurry."

 

[Roman Gemmalee]

"Quidam-are you strong enough to travel?"

 

[Tom Cashel]

One eyebrow raises up on Quidam's bald head.

"I am fine. In fact, I'm strong enough to take on whatever task is necessary. What was that, Lady?"

He pours some hot sugared tea for everyone.

"Yes, I'll tell them. Tymora says to be more careful the next time we assault an army of orcs."

 

[Tom Cashel]

[Bear: you go nose-first into the Aerunedar mithral, and it reshapes and resizes to fit your burly form. Stack it, you tank!]