Dave, Fist of Odin Cure Serious on Moth. There's . . . .

Just waiting for the connection to the 'View Blog' page with the blogroller...

How you doin? Mmm-hmmm. Yeah, I getcha. I mean, I'm not a dinosaur covered with moss or anything, but I can kinda see your point. Wait - what's that? It's only the blood of living sentient beings that allays the pain of undeath? That's fascinating...

Oh, hold on. Page came up. Hey, sorry we're gonna kick your sorry dinosaur ass, but that's how we roll it. You seem like a stand-up guy - you know, for an undead, moss-covered, ummm - I can't for the life of my pronounce Ankle . . . Anklie . . . . Ankh Ill O Soar Us?

Anyway. Nothin' personal there, pal.

25 hp back to Moth. Tasty! And I drink a potion - 7hp back to me.

And, unless someone goes down, or weird things happen, next round I bring in a bear.

Grrr! Dr. Ankles, I'd like you to meet Mr. Grizz. Mr. Grizz, this moss-covered gentleman is Dr. Ankles. Perhaps the two of you have things to discuss?  ¶ 7:17 AM