IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf takes up his axe and them pauses and strokes his braided beard considering. Finally he takes off his helmet and puts his head to the door listening intently.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

Reaching for his lock picks, Rogash looks more closely considering the problem. Can I open this from here or is it a job for the axe?

"Why in blazes are you asking ME??"

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Note the italics and lack of quotation marks. Rogash was just considering, but to keep things simple.

"Just thinking out loud, now be quiet a moment, I want to see if my axe work is likely to draw attention."

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

OOC: Sorry, Scotty! Good save, btw.

IC: Uulark remains as quiet as a little church mouse. A silently cursing church mouse.

 

[Shayuri]

"It'd be hard for him to do, if we removed him first," suggests Buurt to Talashia. "And if he's as attached to this as he seems to be, might be best for all if we did just that and then worked our way down the pyramid from there."

"We can't just go around slaughtering people we don't like," Talashia reminds Buurt with a roll of her eyes. "If only it were that simple. If we don't move carefully, we'll wind up looking like murdering thugs, and that would -really- complicate things."

She reaches over to pat his hand.

"We'll get to that. We just have to find the opportune moment."

 

[Shayuri]

Shazi flaps up over the door and waits there...though sorely tempted to mess with the dwarf by talking every time he tries to listen, the mephit contains himself. The sooner they were through this gauntlet, the sooner he could kick back his heels in Talashia's Haversack and think of better days.

 

[industrygothica]

[sblock=Rogash]Since the dungeon is made mostly of stone, I'm taking that into consideration here since you're a dwarf.

The way the air moves under the door suggests the the chamber beyond is large and open. It is quiet--almost too quiet, as if something is intentionally trying not to make any noise.
[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

Two more combatants enter the fighting cage, both muscled humans that look to be fairly experienced at this sort of thing. There is no sign of White-Plume or his guest, as the back door remains closed and guarded.

With a stutter and trembling fingers Uulark completes his spell. Miraculously, Ragash begins to look himself again. Shazi looks a bit put out, and Dyspeer is busy otherwise occupying himself... because he can.


OOC: I'm back!

OOC: first, welcome back. second i would like to say that i am not even thinking of what that dog , er wolf, is doing. that was just wrong to try and put that mental picture in my already warped mind!

"We can't just go around slaughtering people we don't like," Talashia reminds Buurt with a roll of her eyes. "If only it were that simple. If we don't move carefully, we'll wind up looking like murdering thugs, and that would -really- complicate things."

She reaches over to pat his hand.

"We'll get to that. We just have to find the opportune moment."

It seems Caerwyn's attent span has drifted away as the two new combatants are in the cage. He walks over to the bar and addresses the bartender, " where do I place bets for the fights?"

 

[industrygothica]

OOC: first, welcome back. second i would like to say that i am not even thinking of what that dog , er wolf, is doing. that was just wrong to try and put that mental picture in my already warped mind!

It seems Caerwyn's attent span has drifted away as the two new combatants are in the cage. He walks over to the bar and addresses the bartender, " where do I place bets for the fights?"

The bartender points in the direction of the cage. You notice the well-endowed serving wench fighting off straying hands as she delivers her wares, but figure it's probably the pudgy man in the bowler hat collecting coins that he's pointing to.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Caerwyn nods and heads over to the man in the bowler.

"Hey, sir, what are the odds for the fight?" He asks