Long Live the Queen (all groups) [Boddynock judging] Completed


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"Aye, I'm here, good master dwarf." Dorrin states. He sets his pack in the back of Sally's wagon. He does rummage around in it for a few seconds before pulling out a set of cards that he stuffs in a pocket. He is still has his shield and sword strapped to his back as he climbs into the back of Rogar's wagon.

"Anyone want to play a hand of King to pass the time?"
 



[sblock=Knowledge on giant ants, DC 16]
You know the following about giantg ants:
As vermin, giant ants are immume to all mind effecting magic (and psionics), they see very well in the dark (darkvision 60'), they breathe, eat and sleep normally. They are more resistant to physicial effects than to effects that require swiftness to counter (good save: fort).
Giant ants live in large communities, usually consisting of workers, soldiers and a queen. The size of such communities vary from tens to over a hundred.
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"Ah'm here! Ah'm here!" shouts Krindorf as he exits the inn, backpack in hand, and walking 'funny'. He woke up just a minute ago, when he heard Hans speaking his name. Still drunk, he shakes his hand in the air, expecting to be seen or heard, among the crowd.

OOC: My character should be approved soon as I made the changes required
 

"Ximix"

"I am Ximix."

He stands there a bit... watching the others then walks his horse over to the wagon and ties her to the back.
Pulling himself up into the wagon the Elf settles on the other side, away from his mount.
The horse seems to glare at the cleric, who ignores the beast entirely, instead idly staring off into the distance.
 
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Munchin's name is called twice before he realizes that it ahd been called. Snapping out of his reverie he responds, "Hmph? Uh oh yes I am here." raising his hand slightly. After giving his name the Monk chooses the first wagon and swiftly climbs aboard, stumbling only slightly as he does so.
 
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Jamilee sounds off with a loud and raspy "Present!" when her name is called out. She begins undoing her mount's saddlebags, casting a snarl-grin at the people already inside the wagon. "If you all do not mind keeping my saddlebags and shield company for a while, mh.. I won't mind pulling an early shift as an outrider of sorts, hah."

She looks momentary uncertain, stops unbuckling belts, and turns toward Hans. Half to herself and half to him, she mutters, "..unless our employer has different ideas, perhaps?"
 

Krindorf tries to get himself on the wagon, but the booze from last night played him a trick, and what would have been an easy move, turned to be a disaster that ended up with the dwarf in the floor, and his backpack over his head.
Muttering, Krindorf stood up and got himself in the wagon, this time, successfully.
 

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