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Wow. I feel…fantastic. Crazy, crazy dreams.

Rennet checks himself over for vomit stains, then does a quick inventory of his possessions.

Hope I didn’t miss the others. Time to head back.

Gonna give Rennet until tomorrow before I DMPC him.

It’s all good, last four or five times I tried to get in the forums were down.

1d20+8=17

Rennet raises his hand between himself and the creature, but the flesh just melts away, and the freakish thing persists between the gaps in the bone. He flips his head from side to side, leaving greasy streaks on either side of him, but it’s still there.

“I wonder if it notices me and not the others because of the drugs? Maybe these things are always here and we just can’t see them. It has my “scent” now, I have to take it down, pull it into the “real” world.”

Rennet charges in slow motion, intent on tearing his memories out of the beast.

Rennet almost returns the two masterwork daggers to the communal pile, then decides that with no where to go and nothing to do until tomorrow afternoon, he’ll see if he can trade them for a quick high and somewhere to crash unmolested for the day.

Pocketing the two special materials daggers, Rennet palms a masterwork blade in each hand, nods curtly to his new acquaintances, then heads out to “score” something to make him remember, or forget.

Rennet perks up at the mention of a tome valuable to drug dealers.

By touch, Rennet indicates the only items of interest are the silver and cold iron daggers.

Rennet remains seated, keeping watch over his new “friends,” the door, and the unknown party.

Part of this is coverage for actions already past.

Rennet gives Reghar the stink eye for a bit, though he knows the fault lies within himself for allowing a prisoner to be restrained. “If that happens again, I may have to put that one down.”

Rennet hands the tomes over to Olli for study without reservation, then winks and winds up the illicit smut, handing it over to Thorn “for later.”

Assuming the skull perched on the corpse doesn’t match the description of Enoch, I’ll push the corpse towards the tree then head downstairs with the others.

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Rennet nods at Marya, wondering what type of response will seem nonthreatening yet prevent her from greeting him with a similar noise ever again.

Rennet offers the "just a minute" sign (like an "o.k." hand, but in reverse) without looking over his shoulder, and then attempts to use his scythe to peel back the blankets around the body without approaching.

What the hell is the point of a good "told you so” if you can’t tell anyone?

Rennet waits for Olli to do his thing, inching closer to the lump in the bed while keeping one eye on the tree.

Wonder if those books are salvageable?

Rennet turns the paper over and lays down a few lines in block letters,

RENNET

FORMERLY HUMAN

BURN OR BURY IN UNSANCTIFIED GROUND ONLY

then stuffs the note into his pocket. Returning the remaining writing materials with a nod of thanks to Olli, he strides after Thorn.

You can lead a…horse…ram…whatever…to water…

Piss up a...is that even possible...? Cute.

Rennet quickly jots down:

How committed are you to proceeding? These…animals (scratched out)…creatures (scratched out)…whatever…are befouled by a malevolent alien power I’ve encountered before.

Aboleths. Disgusting; filthy fleshwarpers. It’s been fun larking with these, but they need to know this is about to get serious.

Rennet mimes swimming around the room, looking for all the planes like a giant sperm. Giving up, he starts shaking his fist at Olli like someone looking for a pen.

As for the blade, Rennet points at dangerous object, shakes his head no, then mimics snapping it over his knee.

Rennet waits patiently, leering of touching anything the tainted creatures owned.

Oh right, I'm the crazy one.

Rennet stomps out what flames he can, and gives O.L.L.I a pat on the...err...cube...for the healing.

Rennet nods in thanks.

I wonder if he has a spell to cancel out the headache he’s giving me?

Rennet looks at the roots and debates setting the place on fire.

Finding his power spent for the moment, Rennet climbs off his behind and lends the Modron a hand.

Take 10, aid another, Heal.

Rennet cringes as “Q” raises his holy symbol for a second time, then relaxes and throws a quick salute towards the little modron before returning to hack at the monstrosity, continuing long after it stops moving (hey, if it got up from being dead once…).

Must find a polite way to ask him to Never Do That Again!”

Sinking to the floor, Rennet sets down in a pile of ichor and searches inside himself for any last vestiges of liberative healing.

Cube, cube-y, cue, Q

I'll check later to see if I have any LoH left, can't remember and I seriously need to get to bed.

*Cough*, I know a bailout when I see one; much obliged.

Rennet buckles at the waist and retches into his faceplate under the wave of healing Law. Left with nowhere to go, bile streams out his nose and rebounds down his throat as he lurches towards the undead, swinging his scythe.

1d20+5=15, 2d4+1=6

Judging by the number of attacks, this thing could lay the hammer down on me round after round, so I’m all for the turn. I’m going to go total defense this round (rather than withdrawing) to avoid exposing Olli to the same attacks.

Ouch!

Fort. Save (1d20+8=24)

Fortitude save vs. Paralysis please

Rennet revels in the giddy lightheadedness as the creature's bite releases a rush of trapped memories, then shakes it off and gets back to business.

Fort. Save (1d20+8=25)

Looks like I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing pixies.

I’ll weather the brunt of the first attack and retaliate (assuming it hasn’t ruined my day in some fashion) on my turn.

Cold Iron Scythe Attack / Damage (1d20+5=25, 2d4+1=5)

Oh, no joy :(

Confirm Crit (1d20+5=8)

Listen (1d20+4=22)

As the roots recoil, Rennet ceases poking.

O.L.L.I: THIRD BASE!

Too funny. I'm the perfect straight man! Perhaps I'll stick with physical comedy...

Can I reach the roots with the scythe? If so I will carefully (and perhaps, idiotically) prod one.

OLLI and I would make some comedy routine.

Displaying a distinct lack of shame, Rennet picks through the assorted gear; he can remember several occasions when he has smelled of demon monkey arse, or worse.

Finding nothing more attractive than the piecemeal he’s already wearing, he trundles after Olli, but not before tossing a gesture considered obscene by most civilized races with external genitalia in Thorn’s direction.

I’ll wave my arms around to attempt to get the other’s attention, then do the “brrrrr / shiver” routine while pointing at the moldy corpse.

Then I’ll point at the torch, then the corpse, then throw the torch on the ground and stomp on it (not as if it’s going to go out).

Rennet retrieves his scattered weapons and torch, attempting to determine if he’s encountered anything like the mold before.

Knowledge Nature / Arcana / Dungeoneering (1d20+2=16, 1d20+2=3, 1d20+2=16)

I don't think Rennet could run to the corpse and throw it far enough in one round, unfortunately, so I went ahead with the ranged attack.

No worries, frostbite is unpleasant anyhow. Got it on my ears years ago, still feel it ever stinking winter ;)

Could I get to the corpse and whip it downstairs in one round?

If so, I'll do that. If not: Sling, Ranged (1d20=15)

Would "mooning" be considered a full round action?

Rennet winds up a little too fast and the sling bullet looses behind him, clattering downstairs.

Ranged attack +4, -4 shooting into melee. (1d20=2)

I'll shelve the scythe and swap out for the sling, then. Between switching and loading, that's my actions for the round. I get +4 to hit, but it'll be negated by the -4 for shooting into melee.

Is there room around Thorn to flank his opponenet?

Thorn has a big butt.

Having already seen the half-orc in battle, Rennet moves aside without hesitation.

On my turn, assuming the path is clear I’ll 5’ step into the mouth of the stairs and play goalie.

This so reminds me of the time I licked that Slaadi on a dare and dreamt I was a starving artist riding a tube to work every day.

I’ve got the EB torch in hand from earlier, so I read the spoiler, though it doesn’t really matter as I think I’d be moving too fast to make a spot check anyhow.

Rennet stumbles as the quicker quadruped catches up to him…and then blows right on past him, only to burst into flames at the top of the stairs.

Oh yeah, “I’m” the crazy one here. Riiiiigggghhht.

Wondering about a potential immolation trap at the top of the stairwell, Rennet calmly puts away the torch (thanks to the living candle) and retrieves his scythe.

What is all that commotion? This right here is why I shun groups. And rams. Must add rams to the list of things that need shunning.

Rennet holds a step or two down from where Thorn is.

Ah hells, here he comes again. I’m going to stuff my pack with hay in case this ever happens again.

Rennet picks up the pace.

Well, I’m certainly not finding Tuerny’s skull sitting in this chair, now am I?

Rennet proceeds up the stairs.

Why don’t they have any shoes…? I must come back when they reopen.

Rennet and Reghar, a listen check please.

Left to his own devices, Rennet has little to do except sit and listen for trouble.

1d20 = 20 +4 = 24

This place got crowded in a hurry. I’m definitely not following the goat.

Rennet retrieves his torch and mulls over the merits of heading upstairs.

Rennet writes: "You talk enough for both of us."

Rennet shakes his head from side to side in the negative (and adds a thumbs down, to avoid misinterpretation).

I was thinking more something like this.

Hmmm. More slowly driven insane by aetherial tones than rapidly assaulted by art school dropouts.

30 foot radius; it's unlikely you'll feel it from downstairs.

K, I'll keep chillin' (oh the puns)

What's the radius of the temperature drop? Would we feel it downstairs?

If there are any chairs remaining, I'll take a seat and wait for the others to take a course of action. Rennet's in no rush.

Do you guys (everyone) want a map of the floors?

Couldn' hoyt!

Guys, let me know if this 'Rennet is balmy" thing gets old. I'd ditch it, but Thorn is still enchanted.

No biggie, it would probably do him good to be carted off. If he wasn't so opposed to being bound, I'd probably just let you. :P