(014) The Ravine

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waysoftheearth wrote:
"Aye," answers Thorgrim, popping the cork from his own flash of long-flat ale and raising the vessel, "To departed friends." He takes a Dwarfish long swig, then wipes his whiskers clean with his entire forearm before returning the flask to his belt.

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heartless wrote:
"To new friends", says Wilbert. "You lot need a good good cook, well you are in luck. I have my trusty pans here and I can use to cook up a storm. Sorry me names Wilbert and I pleased to meet you all".

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Guest wrote:
"As to if we're in danger I can't say but it wouldn't be a bad idea to reconnoiter the other entrance. To make certain they still wait or perhaps set up a counter ambush is ye want a little vengeance for your fallen friend."

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mushgnome wrote:
[img]defaultavatar.png[/img]/post/61383/threadDec 7, 2010 8:05:21 GMT -6 @ghostofmarx said:"As to if we're in danger I can't say but it wouldn't be a bad idea to reconnoiter the other entrance. To make certain they still wait or perhaps set up a counter ambush is ye want a little vengeance for your fallen friend."

"Do you know where the other entrance is, Olde Dwarf?" inquires Highbough. "I am in favor of a counter-ambush, once we have decided what to do with all this treasure (for the jingling of all these coins will surely ruin our surprise)."

Also, if nobody objects, Highbough will free the ants, for he knows too well how it feels to be held captive...

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danhem wrote:
Ulric rises feeling much better. He gathers some loose stones for his sling and then accepts a quick drink. As the drink warms his stomach his mind begins to race.

"Boris, Fix. Place those coins in the chests. Can either of you use a bow? We'll need you to join us in our next foray into this ruin. As you can see, the reward will be worth the risk."

"We should stash the chests somewhere secure before continuing. Victor, where is the cart? Have you seen anything in the canyon since our departure?"

Ulric then turns to the newcomers.

"Where is this other entrance? Do either of you know how many more of these evil men are here?"

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eris wrote:
"We probably are being watched." Olaf says taking the wine skin and taking a small sip before passing it on, "You two fellows who joined us in our recent battle. If you are to join us we will expect more loyalty than you showed your former companions."

"As a down payment, tell us what you know of this place. Who is this Saxxon of whom you spoke? How many are in his band of robbers and cut throats and what was his and his band's relationship with the Ogres? "

Olaf, Sharp Eyes
Fighter-2

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eris wrote:

"To new friends", says Wilbert. "You lot need a good good cook, well you are in luck. I have my trusty pans here and I can use to cook up a storm. Sorry me names Wilbert and I pleased to meet you all".

"A good cook is worth his weight in gold, Wilbert." Olaf says with a nod and a smile, "I've noticed that you seem handy with your knife and chopping ax, too. Out here that's worth even more than your ability to cook."

Olaf, Sharp Eyes

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Guest wrote:
" Saxxon is the leader of a troupe of bandits, numbering about 20. Yonder monster and one of his kin," Nidhogg says pointing toward the decapitated remains of the ogre, "came in the night and forged an alliance with the bandits to end your lives and split the gold. I was refuging with the ne'er do wells from the wilderness. Name's Nidhogg and I never had no loyalty t' this lot." saving a glare for Olaf, " I know not where the other entrance lies. "

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tonneau wrote:
"Gentlemen, may I remind you that one of their number has recently fled, and no doubt informed his comrades of our little coup here", notes Gustave between sips from his wineskin.
"We could send one of our new guests to investigate, given their recent association with the locals, but I fear their cover may already be blown."

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waysoftheearth wrote:
"The cart's where we overnighted it, just two score yards up the canyon," gravels Victor, then spits.

"We saw naught beyond a sniffing wolf during the night, and came running when we heard sounds of battle."