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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Radiating Gnome" data-source="post: 360925" data-attributes="member: 150">I want a tankPart 3 Later, by the light of a few lanterns and candles, Irk hobbled around, sifting through the collection of junk the gypsies had offered him as items that might work to make a prosthetic.  With no proper forge or even a good fire he had no hope of forging something that he would be satisfied with.  While he banged around and swore, Cyrs shuffled over to him with an idea.  She explained it to him.  “I think it’ll work.”Irk looked up at her, a bit unsure.  “How about my beard, can you bring that back, too?Crys shrugged.  “I don’t see why not.”He grinned.  “Well, then, we’ll have to give it a try, then, won’t we?Crys needed to prepare her spell, so Irk spent one more night moaning in his sleep. The next day they found a quiet corner of the cave and Cyrs tried her spell.  Polymorph other.  She polymorphed Irk into himself, but whole, with both his missing leg and the beard that had never grown back after he had been decapited and raised months earlier.  Crys, patted Irk on the knee.  “There you go.  Good as new.”Irk jumped up on both feet, jumped up and down a few times, testing his new foot the way customers test shoes.  Then he stroked his beard, stroking it like a prodigal pet.  “Damn, woman, we’ll keep you around.  Now I’m ready to kill some Wolves!”As Irk stomped away, past gaping and stunned Gypsies, Crys chewed on her bottom lip with unspoken worry.* * *The gypsies agreed that the party could stay with them for a week – time they would spend trying to put together a plan and some resources.  Uri found a masterwork longsword among the party’s gear, and set about enchanting it to provide Irk with a more acceptable weapon.  “Only ‘til I get my axe back,” Irk said, peering disapprovingly at the slim blade.  As the days passed the party learned a bit more Polish, and the gypsies learned a bit of common, and they were able to communicate crude ideas without the help of spellcasting. The Gypsies were fascinated and unnerved by Uri’s ongoing project, convinced it would explode in their faces at any moment.Marek continued to go out on information and food gathering missions.  Eli and Pah poked around in the woods outside the cave, waiting for him, bored with the inactivity.  After about four days Marek came skulking back to the camp with a worried look on his face, but when he spoke a few words to Pah on the way back to the cave, she reacted very differently.  She practically sparkled, bouncing into the cave.“Hey, guys, he found us some TANKS.”The full story, which came out with the help of some enchantment, was that there was a unit of four tanks (Panzers) parked at an abandoned farm a short way away from the cave.  The german tankers were waiting for resupply – fuel and ammunition (whatever that was) and taking a bit of a rest, away from the fighting on the front.  The party quickly decided that Pah’s interest in Tanks wasn’t an entirely crazy idea – a tank would make many things a lot easier – like getting into Treblinka and the factory – so they worked out a plan.  The plan would leave Uri at the cave, still working on the sword, but Minimonk would go with the adventurers.</blockquote>

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