Dave, Fist of Odin I send Renwick a card. One of those "thinking of you, friend" things with the flowers and the girly sentiments. And then I soak it in liquor and set it on fire, and do some shots.

No no, I've got a bunch of rounds of stuff. First off, I cast CLW on Moth. BR 5 so Moth's at 7.

Then I smack the golem, but it's moot 'cuz Brogg puts him down.

Then I CLW Tut for (BR4) 5 points, putting Tut at one lone monkey.

I drag Tut away from the fray.

Oh wait - before this, when the wood golem is running away, I bring in a bobcat to chase after Wood-2-D-2, or whatever the head-gunner robot is. Do I know when the critters die if they disappear before the duration ends?

THEN I heal Tut and drag him away.

Anyone else wounded bad? Let me know - I've got a few more curings up in this bitch. Us Fists of Odin roll deep, yo.

Hey - and speaking of which, I'm not quite the clobbering badger-summoning motherfucker I used to be. I'm doing about the same amount of damage as I've always done in a round, while the fighters and monk are starting to rock out. I mean, I'm still in it, to soak and clobber, but it seems like I'm changing roles in the party. Sigh. Being the High Priest of Odin is a heavy burden, and the responsibility weighs heavily on my shoulders.

Yup. And then I drink three strong men under the table and jack the fourth in the face. That's how I hold 'em - what you got, Texas?  ¶ 3:15 PM