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[Mithran]

Brar (druid)

"Ahh very well then, come here Krog" assuming Krog comes near enough to the little gnome he begins casting a spell "Ursus grish tau" Brar's right hand begins to look a bit like a bears paw then he claps both hands together and touchs Krog to transfer the spell to him.

OOC: Bears Endurance in case no one guessed

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Caine:[sblock]You know that once, many years ago, the moathouse was a front for some kind of evil threatening the area around Hommlet. You do not know, or can't remember, the details of that, though.[/sblock]

Redithidoor peaks around the others to try and see inside the door, looking worried...for good reason, of course. But Chatrilon has a look of disbelief on his face, keeping his voice low but hissing at Krog, "Dragon?! There shouldn't be a Dragon in there!!"

 

[DarkMaster]

Krog answers back Chatrilion,"Like you two clowns didn't know"

He then turns towards the two gnome. "I say we sneak in and dish out everything we got while it sleeps" says Krog obviously very proud of his simple and straight forward plan.

 

[Ferrix]

"There isn't a Dragon, there's a blue dragon, if you want to be correct about it. If you're just going to stand there and whine about it, whine louder so the blue dragon will eat you and shut you up." Hedwan looks at the human, "now, we're going to have a little chat with the blue dragon and mend some fences or something like that. If you want no part of it, well, we'll get to that won't we, but just think of the immeasureable treasure a dragon would have? Must be something pretty important. If you want something to bolster your spirit and strengthen your resolve, I have something that might do the trick."

Nodding to Krog, "before we get that far, I can enlarge you to the size of an ogre but only for a short time."

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Ancient evils once resided here eh? He glances over at Brar, Krog, & Hedwan. He notes Chatrilon & Redithor's look of disbelief and fear. Brar casts a spell an Caine considers trying to identify it. After a few seconds though, the spell is over and he decides that it wasn't really worth the effort anyway.

Hmm... must not be elves... too bad. I always got along well with them... and the women are generally pretty good looking. A bit skinny though. He finally arrives at the stain and regards intently. After a few seconds a light-bulb pops on in his head and he kneels down to start scratching in the dirt. When he finishes he looks quite pleased. He beams as he makes his way over to the others; contentment and pride evident in his every movement.

In the dirt, next to the stain, letters are scratched into the dirt. Let all men shake in their boots and all women loosen the laces of thier bodices... for Caine walks among you like a djinn amonst mortals.

 

[Mithran]

Brar (druid)

"Alright so are we going to go in there or stand around out here?"

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Caine approches the others in high spirits. He gives Hedwan and Chatrilon an light punch on the arm. "So what are we doing? I see that you're casting spells... are there goblins in there?"

 

[Ferrix]

"Goblins, sure, why don't you lead the way. Though if you start singing and dancing and you'll do so right to your grave when the dragon grows tired of your wailing." Hedwan reloads the light crossbow used earlier, then says, "now, try not to bungle everything and kill us all. Krog, lead the way."

 

[DarkMaster]

As the bard starts talking about goblin Krog stands up, visibely on the edge of bursting. "That's it, this one is going down" As he is about to draw his great sword to end the useless life of the human

Krog, lead the way

Hedwan comment helps him remember his priority. He finishes drawing his sword still looking at the human but turns towards the building where the dragon is sleeping.

He quickly nods at the other gnome. "Thanks"
OOC mov sil/hide +7

 

[Lobo Lurker]

As the bard starts talking about goblin Krog stands up, visibely on the edge of bursting.

Caine regard the half-orc with idle amusement, oblivious to his potential danger. "Ahh, Brar. I am thinking that this one must really be needing to control his passions. ...so much violence. I think perhaps he needs the attentions of a fine young woman. I'll see what I can do to help him in that regard when we get back to town... hopefully we'll find some money or something 'cause it's really going to cost something with his djinn-cursed visage." he remarks quietly.

"Goblins, sure, why don't you lead the way. Though if you start singing and dancing and you'll do so right to your grave when the dragon grows tired of your wailing." Hedwan reloads the light crossbow used earlier, then says, "now, try not to bungle everything and kill us all.

"Ah... that is to say... I am a capable skirmisher, but not really trained for leading an attack. I have seen the great blues of my desert homeland, and I fear for our survival. Yet and still, were I to decide that discretion be the better part of valor, on this particular day, the djinn-spawned fiend would likely hunt me down after it finished feasting on your bones." He looks slyly at the half-orc as he sneaks towards the door and lowers his voice again. "You gnomes might do well to remember that our rather large friend may be just big enough to fill a small dragon's stomache... that may be the only we we leave this cursed place."