IA: Thurgan and Krug

Keia · Oct 29, 2005

Thurgan - Init: +2; AC: 19; HP: 28/36; Atk: W-axe +8 (1d10+4), X-bow +5 (1d8+1)

Thurgan looked to Krug for his approval (assuming he got it), then replied, "I'm guessin' we can take ya there . . . hopefully git ya there safe. If ya don' mind, that is."

Krug · Oct 29, 2005

"Onward to Briarton then..." says Krug, hoping that nothing crosses their path. It would be hard to defend so many of these women.

Rystil Arden · Oct 30, 2005

*The women nod, and the dwarves trudge onward, keeping careful watch at night.*

Keia · Oct 30, 2005

Thurgan - Init: +2; AC: 19; HP: 28/36; Atk: W-axe +8 (1d10+4), X-bow +5 (1d8+1)

Thurgan's thoughts were heavy during the night. The need for sleep . . . the need to protect the women . . . the need to get to Briarton prevented him for during most of the things he normally did while traveling the open road.

Nevertheless sleep did come, and Thurgan felt better in the morning. He grumbled a bit more than usual, but nothing too personal or severe.

Krug · Oct 30, 2005

Krug slept well. He had killed orcs. He was happy. His snores, however, kept many of the women awake, who worried that some wild beast might hear the loud noises.

Krug · Nov 5, 2005

"Did my snoring frighten everyone away?" asks Krug.

Keia · Nov 5, 2005

Thurgan - Init: +2; AC: 19; HP: 28/36; Atk: W-axe +8 (1d10+4), X-bow +5 (1d8+1)

Krug said:
"Did my snoring frighten everyone away?" asks Krug.

"Ya were fine, Krug," Thrugan replied. "But it certainly is quiet . . . I thought da women woul' make more noise."

Thurgan stood deep in thought for several seconds.

"Ya don' thin' we did somethin' wrong, do ya?" Thurgan mused as he absently stroked his beard.

Rystil Arden · Nov 10, 2005

*The sun rises lasily in the eastern sky, heralding a new morning for the two dwarves and the women along with them. As Dorothea wakes up, she feels a bit queasy and winds up losing last night's dinner in the nearby bushes.*

Keia · Nov 10, 2005

Thurgan - Init: +2; AC: 19; HP: 28/36; Atk: W-axe +8 (1d10+5), X-bow +5 (1d8+1)

Thurgan was on watch as the sun rose, quietly polishing his axe and watching the sun rise. On occasion, he scanned the surrounding area for trouble.

When Dorothea became ill, Thurgan looked and at first smiled, thinking that she must have had too much to drink last night. Then, he remembered that no one was drinking last night.

Looking at Dorothea, the grin long gone, Thurgan asked, "Ever'thin' okay?"