CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Game (ToEE)

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

The weapons may not be of special quality, but if the daggers are decent, Trevor will put them both in his belt.
"I guess there's no call for me to be that way. Would anyone else like a spare dagger?"

 

[Rhun]

"Bah!" says the gruff dwarf, holding his ornate dwarven waraxe high for Trevor to see. "Got no need fer a dagger. Norryjar be the only weapon I need."

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

"I'd really like to see you pick your teeth with Norryjar! That would be quite a sight!"

 

[Rhun]

Ragnok grins at Trevor. "She be good fer pickin' the teeth o' orcs an' other such unsavories," he says.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

"Well let's go find some unsavories, and you can show me just what you mean. I haven't almost died in, what, an hour now?"

Trevor's eyes narrow, and he strokes the stubble on his chin, lost in thought. "You know, we really shouldn't leave these weapons behind us in workable condition. We'd certainly be sorry if we wound up on the business end of them later."

 

[Rhun]

Ragnok shrugs. "I'd rather kill me a armed cultist than one with no weapon. That would nae be a challenge at all."

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

Ragnok shrugs. "I'd rather kill me a armed cultist than one with no weapon. That would nae be a challenge at all."

"Tell you what, Ragnok -- how about if we let you kill ALL the unarmed ones at the same time? Would that suffice to keep your honor intact?"

 

[Rhun]

The dwarf grumbles. "We 'ave t' find us some cultists, first. I be wonderin' where they all be?"

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

Trevor takes Ragnok's comment as his assent to disabling the weapons, and immediately sets about attempting to render the other weapons harmless.

Disable Device Rolls (1d20+10): 30, 19, 16, 24, 25, 16, 30
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1542490/

OOC: I wasn't sure how many rolls you'd want for this, so I just made some. I can make more if you want.

 

[Rhun]

Ragnok grumbles as Trevor spends the next several minutes bending the blades and snapping the hafts of the weapons found. When he is finished, the dwarf waves to the group to follow him as he leads the way from the chamber.

Moving back into the dark, oppressive bone-filled corridor, the dwarf turns to the west. After thirty or forty feet it is obvious that another angled corridor leads north, while a straight corridor leads south. "Nort' or sout'?" asks the dwarven warrior.

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