3.25.2006
That Dwarf Is As Flat As A Pancake!
Okay, it looks like the first victim was the dwarf cleric. Looks like he was stomped bad by the knight guy's horse. Stomped into a puddle of dwarf cleric goo. The guy who just got lanced was the paladin of King Arthur's Round Table. You go investigate him, and discover that he's not quite dead.
"Please..." he coughs, "I... I'ven't much... much longer." You consider healing him, but he seems pretty happy in his death throes and monologue, so you patiently listen to his last words while you loot him.
"Tell... Sally... she deserved better. I was... faith... faithful." Pause. Is he dead yet? "Faithful." Nope.
"Please... donate my... temporal be... belongings... to my church. King Arthur's brave knight. Knights. C'est le fin... le morte... J'arrive... Je vais aller maintenant..." You hope so.
Cough cough. "One... one last thing." Okay. Gregolas checks his watch. "There's..." Coughs, spits blood, starts over. "Sally... please... 100 gp would... it would suffice." You have no idea what he's talking about. Gregolas says "Yeah bro, this is moving and all, but we got some shit to take care of here." Finally, the paladin dies.
He's got plate mail, a two-handed sword of silver, a pouch of 50 pp, and an enormous gold holy symbol of King Arthur. 100% blingin', it's the size of a dinner plate. There's also a lipstick stained handkerchief.
That's that. Steve and the hobbit are long gone. It looks like about six feet in the corridor past the bars is a wheel to operate this porticullis. But you can't reach it or operate it from where you at.
The chasm goes down into darkness. You hear a faint sound of running water down there. You're guessing it's quite a drop.
"Please..." he coughs, "I... I'ven't much... much longer." You consider healing him, but he seems pretty happy in his death throes and monologue, so you patiently listen to his last words while you loot him.
"Tell... Sally... she deserved better. I was... faith... faithful." Pause. Is he dead yet? "Faithful." Nope.
"Please... donate my... temporal be... belongings... to my church. King Arthur's brave knight. Knights. C'est le fin... le morte... J'arrive... Je vais aller maintenant..." You hope so.
Cough cough. "One... one last thing." Okay. Gregolas checks his watch. "There's..." Coughs, spits blood, starts over. "Sally... please... 100 gp would... it would suffice." You have no idea what he's talking about. Gregolas says "Yeah bro, this is moving and all, but we got some shit to take care of here." Finally, the paladin dies.
He's got plate mail, a two-handed sword of silver, a pouch of 50 pp, and an enormous gold holy symbol of King Arthur. 100% blingin', it's the size of a dinner plate. There's also a lipstick stained handkerchief.
That's that. Steve and the hobbit are long gone. It looks like about six feet in the corridor past the bars is a wheel to operate this porticullis. But you can't reach it or operate it from where you at.
The chasm goes down into darkness. You hear a faint sound of running water down there. You're guessing it's quite a drop.
