Ulorian said:
OOC:
RC, I'll let you decide at what point Horsom can rejoin the group.
This campaign has everything.. talking cats, gore-covered orcs, and now boxing dwarves! Excellent!
OOG: Ulorian, thank you for your comments. We aim to please. 
The miller looked at Amalric. "As for you," he said. "You denied my son burial. Excommunicate me if you will, and may a plauge fall upon you! I renounce you and your church. And, if they stand behind you still, I renounce your Gods as well!"
Before Maldordo could respond, he heard a cry of rage from behind him. "Blasphemer!" Dain shouted. "You are forsaken and all you touch is cursed!" The dwarf began charging across the field toward the church, and toward the miller.
Selanil drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Nearby, Glom shook his head in sorrow, tears leaking from his eyes. His subdued comment was all but lost in the face of Dain's angry roar.
"You have until noon to decide," the miller said, addressing the villagers. "Let me help you as I have in the past, or place your trust in these monsters and murderers." He swept a hand toward the adventurers: scarred elf with bow drawn, goblin, huge and gore-covered half-orc, dwarf enraged and charging. Then Dain was upon the miller, fists striking unresisting flesh. As the miller went down under Dain's blows, the dwarf could hear him laughing quietly.
As things got out of hand, Maldordo stepped quickly over to Amalric. Shortly thereafter, the church door opened, and Horsom looked out on the scene.
