Ptolus: 165 Vock Row

[Voca]

Gmail is advertising rat extermination services to me on the emails for the main thread.

 

[Filthy]

What time is it, in game?

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Noonish.

 

[Wool]

A rogue with 5 HP versus a bunch of mutant bats? Better prep the bard!

 

[Aeshen]

...The bats COULD fly away! Besides, I don't think they are mutant.. just giant.... I could live... it's possible.

*gulp*

 

[Wool]

Thurst would have just set the tower on fire, that would have worked.

Maybe I was just sleepy, but the way I first imagined Rinbang's description was somewhat macabre. Slick floors, dark bodies hanging from the ceiling, exposed guts. Obvious foreshadowing of a new reign of terror at the hands of bat people eaters!

Better learn how to fly!

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

OK, other than the suicidal bard, what does the rest of the crew need from me to get back up to speed?

 

[Wool]

OK, other than the suicidal bard , what does the rest of the crew need from me to get back up to speed?

Haha, poor Aeshen.


I'm in limbo myself. As far as I can tell I have nothing else to ask, and nothing else to really do in that room. If Thurst gets bored he might start examining other parts of the building, but he isn't callous enough to leave a comrade alone with two brutes. Now if he saw something shiney, maybe then...(figuratively speaking of course)

Voca you have any questions you want to ask before an alligator eats the guards?

 

[Voca]

Not really -- you guys covered the basics and their replies don't invite any useful follow ups. Been trying to think of the perfect question but Mata isn't really the smooth talking type.

 

[Filthy]

I'm still studying maps, waiting for Ella's copies to be made.