Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Campaign (ToEE) - Part II - CLOSED!

[Rhun]

OOC: We'll say she only used one detect magic.

 

[Boddynock]

Ragnok sniffs the alcohol gingerly and winces.

"I wonder if it's flammable?" he mutters to himself.

He then grabs a scrap of cloth from the bread, soaks it in the disgusting brew, and attempts to set it alight with flint and steel.

 

[Rhun]

The cloth lights quickly and burns hot; the beverage is definitely flammable.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign, Human Rog3Ftr2,AC20/16/14,HP29/36,+1 Lngswd+9,1-8+4, F+9,R+8,W+4

Trevor checks inside all of the skulls on the shelf, and inspects the table and chair before turning to the more obvious heap on valuables.

 

[Boddynock]

"Ah ha!" says Ragnok crisply.

He makes sure the keg is tightly sealed then hoists it onto his back, fastening it in place just below his backpack.

"That'll give us the means to deal with any other trolls we meet! Right, let's go!"

OOC: How much does the keg weigh, Rhun?

 

[Scotley]

Verdis

The warlock can't help but smile. "And what will you do with it if there are no more trolls?"

 

[Boddynock]

Ragnok roars with laughter.

"I'll force a dram down your throat, to teach you a proper respect for true dwarven spirits - not this stinking rot-gut brew."

He winks and grins at Verdis before moving off, shrugging the keg into a comfortable position.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign, Human Rog3Ftr2,AC20/16/14,HP29/36,+1 Lngswd+9,1-8+4, F+9,R+8,W+4

"Hold on, there, Ragnok! Not so fast. We've still got this big pile of loot to go through, count, and haul out of here, you know?"

Trevor immediately returns his attention to the treasure amd begins sorting and counting.

 

[Legildur]

Kurt turns to Trevor. "Since none of the items are magical, why don't we just throw all the loot into a bag and sort it out later?" he politely suggests. "I would rather keep moving before the denizens get wind of our further incursion."

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign, Human Rog3Ftr2,AC20/16/14,HP29/36,+1 Lngswd+9,1-8+4, F+9,R+8,W+4

Totally taken aback by Kurt being POLITE, Trevor says no more, but shrugs and rakes all the loot on the table into a big bag, which he hands to Kurt with a smile and a wink. "Voila! Your wish is my command." Trevor says. "Or at least my strong suggestion," he adds as he turns away.