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<blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7156104" data-attributes="member: 6777052">Here's what I've got for initiative, rolling and assigning plausible Dex adjustments:Keyes &gt; Ronni &gt; Knife &gt; Char-Ging &gt; Sister Jericho &gt; Bleedo &gt;Duergar (15) &gt;Speedo &gt; Cholmondley &gt; Gucci &gt; Greedo &gt; Freedo &gt; Druids &gt; Foghorn &gt; Pur-Ging &gt; Meedo &gt; Fleado[hr][/hr]There was a moment's pause, and then a grey head popped up out of the hole wearing a hard hat with a dwarf-rune on it. The head blinked, looked around and shouted something to someone below. Only Pur-Ging understood what the shouting meant. It was something along the lines of &quot;WTF? We've broken through! What's wrong with your f'ing map?&quot; Then the head bobbed down again and the sound of voices was heard below, though what they were saying was unclear. Cholmondeley guessed that there were two of them; the head and one other. &quot;Hold your fire!&quot; he commanded. &quot;Too late,&quot; said the head druid, as they roof vanished and daylight came streaming in. And the rain. It was still raining. An inarticulate shout came from down below as the daylight fell through the hole, followed by the raised voices of two duergar arguing angrily together.&quot;They are arguing about who's fault it is,&quot; reported Pur-Ging. &quot;One is accusing the other of holding the map upside down. The language is colourful, even for duergar.&quot;Behind one of the tables, Fleado struck an attitude and declaimed &quot;Forsooth!&quot;Someone else came up out of the hole. It was Keyes. Quite how she got there, no-one else could explain, but there she was, scrambling up the broken floorboards and up into the room. She was carrying the hard hat that the first duergar had just recently been wearing, and a pouch of gemstones that she had lifted from his belt. The voices were still arguing below and it didn't seem as if the duergar had realised yet that he had been robbed. Ronni helped her up and they both slipped behind a curtain that was fluttering somewhat in the breeze. With no roof, it was quite draughty in the Druid Shed.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="BoldItalic, post: 7156104, member: 6777052"] Here's what I've got for initiative, rolling and assigning plausible Dex adjustments: Keyes > Ronni > Knife > Char-Ging > Sister Jericho > [COLOR="#008000"]Bleedo[/COLOR] > [COLOR="#FF0000"]Duergar (15)[/COLOR] > [COLOR="#008000"]Speedo[/COLOR] > Cholmondley > Gucci > [COLOR="#008000"]Greedo[/COLOR] > [COLOR="#008000"]Freedo[/COLOR] > Druids > Foghorn > Pur-Ging > [COLOR="#008000"]Meedo[/COLOR] > [COLOR="#008000"]Fleado[/COLOR] [hr][/hr] [color="blue"]There was a moment's pause, and then a grey head popped up out of the hole wearing a hard hat with a dwarf-rune on it. The head blinked, looked around and shouted something to someone below. Only Pur-Ging understood what the shouting meant. It was something along the lines of "WTF? We've broken through! What's wrong with your f'ing map?" Then the head bobbed down again and the sound of voices was heard below, though what they were saying was unclear. Cholmondeley guessed that there were two of them; the head and one other. "Hold your fire!" he commanded. "Too late," said the head druid, as they roof vanished and daylight came streaming in. And the rain. It was still raining. An inarticulate shout came from down below as the daylight fell through the hole, followed by the raised voices of two duergar arguing angrily together. "They are arguing about who's fault it is," reported Pur-Ging. "One is accusing the other of holding the map upside down. The language is colourful, even for duergar." Behind one of the tables, Fleado struck an attitude and declaimed "Forsooth!" Someone else came up out of the hole. It was Keyes. Quite how she got there, no-one else could explain, but there she was, scrambling up the broken floorboards and up into the room. She was carrying the hard hat that the first duergar had just recently been wearing, and a pouch of gemstones that she had lifted from his belt. The voices were still arguing below and it didn't seem as if the duergar had realised yet that he had been robbed. Ronni helped her up and they both slipped behind a curtain that was fluttering somewhat in the breeze. With no roof, it was quite draughty in the Druid Shed.[/color] [/QUOTE]

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