Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Jeremy]

OOC: They didn't get rid of Alchemy, they just moved it to Craft (Alchemy), still works the same I think.

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak closes the chest before Forlash can reach it,

"Checking the chest, we have time to do." he snaps, "Waiting all day for you, we do not."

 

[Uriel]

OoC:It will take Forlash aprox 1 minute per potion (assuming that the seven blue are the same, and the 2 green likewise, 3 minutes+ a minute or twoto get his things out and prepped. That is a bit lenient on my part, but I want to keep this moving.

 

[ferretguy]

While I do understand the need for haste, Wekerat, you must understand the need for any additional help these may give us....Unless you would like to just try them for fun? Yess? Forlash states smiling at the goblinBesides, my dear comrade, this will only take about 5 minites of our precious time while cleaning up the remains of comrades who drink from the wrong vials, while entertaining, could cost us more then time...

 

[ferretguy]

OCC: don't want to delay either....just want anything that can help in this place to be availible for our usage...

 

[Velenne]

From his position in the hallway, Durgo growls at their indecision and decides for them.

"Take gold, make mojo on water later. We go."

And with that, the ogre stomps down the hall and boots in the last door, expecting the others to be at his back.

OOC: What have we got behind Door #5, Bob?

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak stuffs the potions in his pack and moves to follow Durgo, throwing Forlash a smirk as he does so.

 

[ferretguy]

Noting the smirk, Forlash spreads his hands and gives a overly sarcastic bow to the little one. Quickly gathering his supplies and the bag(smirking to himself on that)from the chest he heads out to follow the ogre leader, deeper into the hags lair....
ooc: dum..dum...dummmmm......(music interlude.... )
and another ooc:thats one for you Capellan....

 

[Orochi]

A smile, or what passes for one, crosses Kurg's maw at the in fighting of the group. So much like home, the jockeying for position in the lower ranks. Something that can be exploited later, if needed. He sees the look pass from the hag man to the wolf rider and knows it for what it is immediately, a promise of a knife in the back. Considering the knowledge the hag child posesses of its mother's lair, he decides that the wolf rider may have chosen the wrong pack member to lord over.

 

[Uriel]

Midnight Fang disappears into the troll's chamber as the bickering amongst the others begins, emerging a minute or so later to stand before Durgo.'There is some loot there, the Trolls, while little more than animals I gather, seemed to claim some spoils for themselves.
The Half-Fiend awaits whatever Durgo orders regarding this information.