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by waysoftheearth » Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:35 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Pelenwin leaps up in his night shirt and charges toward those gathered by the double door in the half light.
"WAUUGHR," he yells, axe raised, then finishes with a bleary "what?" as he realises the combat is ended.
"My beard is near ruined is what!" retorts Thorgrim, attempting to plait and fold the lush strands of facial hair in such a way as to best conceal its injury.
Meanwhile Padrig washes himself down to recover from the scalding he received from the vile ooze. His hide armour, although stained black, looks remarkably whole.
Olaf, bringing the fire, soon figures that the puddle of ooze will not burn easily -- in fact it will smother his burning torch before igniting, and Highbough ascertains that whatever the creature was, it has apparently lost its acidity. There seems little point in attempting to gather the ruined thing, which appears rather like an excessively slimy and flat slug almost the size of a Man.
"Weird," mutters Andaros.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]