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<blockquote data-quote="Lanefan" data-source="post: 7156410" data-attributes="member: 29398">&quot;....it looks like there should be the first bit of geolite we'll see...or diamonds, or we'll need to mind the gap, depending which way up you read this hopeless map&quot;, Pur-Ging snorted in mounting frustration.About now something occurred to Foghorn - something very bad - and he stopped in his tracks.&nbsp; &quot;This is all wrong!&nbsp; Those uncouth herders of nerfs!&nbsp; They've tricked us!&quot;&nbsp; And sure enough the joke was on the brave adventurers, as the four new owners of the Druid Shed - Jericho, Foghorn, Ronni and Keyes - had all just gone down into a hole and left their tavern unguarded; a hole that was even now being closed off by the Stone Shape spells of a chortling Char-Ging and the suddenly-reverted-to-normal-form Druids!A very satisfied &quot;Taxes collected!&nbsp; Well done, boys!&quot; were the last words heard from above, as Char-Ging's devious plan came to fruition.Meanwhile a subdued Foghorn called &quot;Keyes, Ronni: might as well come back - it's all a set-up.&nbsp; We've been had by that no-good tax collector.&quot;On hearing this, Cholmondley nearly exploded with righteous wrath.&nbsp; &quot;She can't do that!&nbsp; I'm the Duke!&nbsp; I tell her what taxes to collect, and from who, and when!&nbsp; I &gt;sputter&lt; I'll have her removed from office! &gt;sputter&lt;&nbsp; I'll rip out...I'll find...I'll...&quot; at this point his sputtering overrode his coherency.&quot;Sire&quot; said Ronni quietly, &quot;it doesn't matter that you're the Duke.&nbsp; Your duchy is up there, and we're down here.&quot;And Pur-Ging, showing more emotion than anyone had yet seen from the usually-stoic Monk, was crestfallen.&nbsp; &quot;I'm so sorry, all of you.&nbsp; She's my sister, and of all people alive I'm the one who should have seen this coming.&nbsp; I let you down.&nbsp; Please tell me how I can help make it right.&quot;Sister Jericho, herself somewhat dumbfounded by this turn of events, still had enough sense to realize something: &quot;Keyes, if you still have that diamond I can at least revive your friend.&nbsp; I've a feeling we'll be safe here for a while&quot;.........So who's down here?Sister JerichoFoghornCholmondleyRonniKeyesKnife-as-corpseGucci (with sore feet)Freedo (with sore feet)Pur-Gingdid I miss anyone?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lanefan, post: 7156410, member: 29398"] [COLOR="#008000"]"....it looks like there should be the first bit of geolite we'll see...or diamonds, or we'll need to mind the gap, depending which way up you read this hopeless map", Pur-Ging snorted in mounting frustration. About now something occurred to Foghorn - something very bad - and he stopped in his tracks. "This is all wrong! Those uncouth herders of nerfs! They've tricked us!" And sure enough the joke was on the brave adventurers, as the four new owners of the Druid Shed - Jericho, Foghorn, Ronni and Keyes - had all just gone down into a hole and left their tavern unguarded; a hole that was even now being closed off by the Stone Shape spells of a chortling Char-Ging and the suddenly-reverted-to-normal-form Druids! A very satisfied "Taxes collected! Well done, boys!" were the last words heard from above, as Char-Ging's devious plan came to fruition. Meanwhile a subdued Foghorn called "Keyes, Ronni: might as well come back - it's all a set-up. We've been had by that no-good tax collector." On hearing this, Cholmondley nearly exploded with righteous wrath. "She can't do that! I'm the Duke! I tell her what taxes to collect, and from who, and when! I >sputter< I'll have her removed from office! >sputter< I'll rip out...I'll find...I'll..." at this point his sputtering overrode his coherency. "Sire" said Ronni quietly, "it doesn't matter that you're the Duke. Your duchy is up there, and we're down here." And Pur-Ging, showing more emotion than anyone had yet seen from the usually-stoic Monk, was crestfallen. "I'm so sorry, all of you. She's my sister, and of all people alive I'm the one who should have seen this coming. I let you down. Please tell me how I can help make it right." Sister Jericho, herself somewhat dumbfounded by this turn of events, still had enough sense to realize something: "Keyes, if you still have that diamond I can at least revive your friend. I've a feeling we'll be safe here for a while".........[/COLOR] So who's down here? Sister Jericho Foghorn Cholmondley Ronni Keyes Knife-as-corpse Gucci (with sore feet) Freedo (with sore feet) Pur-Ging [SIZE=1]did I miss anyone?[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]

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