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I like the idea of the campaign, but it has definitely been hard to keep together. Inactive sounds reasonable.

The dwarf grabs the gnome by the arm and pulls him out of the apparent path of Bogo and the dragon, keeping his shield between him and the dragon. "I dinnae think ye are thinkin' straight if yer goin' ta face off against that lot!'

Broldin sticks close to Gellumniq, guarding the one who he perceives to be the leader.

Waving off the loot the dwarf adds, "Good steel is all I be needing and that sword is too big if'n ye want to wield a shield proper like.... So we need to be finding a bell and bring back the scoundrel who swiped it, aye? Lets to it then."

Watching Bogo retreat the dwarf mutters, "Odd, that one... odd." Turning to the group the dwarf adds, "Truth be told, I dinnae know what the plan be from here... 'Tis not the mission I began."

The dwarf glowers at the raised eyebrow.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

The as the golem ignites, the dwarf nimbly rolls off and back to his feet. "Not much to talk about now, eh? At best they were mercs. At worst they were true enemies. Either way, no trust to be had fer talkin'."

Broldun, frustrated that he can't use his weapons, grabs one of the wood creatures and tries to wrest him off the halfling.

Grapple: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Wounded the dwarf grinds his teeth, "We ain't be havin' no deal with no one, I'm tryin' to see why we shouldn't burn the whole place down after that!" He spits on the ground and mutters, "Bedamned mercenary trees!

Looking flustered the dwarf calls out to his allies, "Do I try to kill it or not, I dinnae want to be makin' more of 'em!"

The dwarf sweats and bleeds, struggling against the wooden creature. He changes his tactics to be mostly feints, blocks, and dodges - forgoing genuine offensive action.

Full Defense

The dwarf takes a step to the southeast, placing himself in the teeth of the fight and swings away with shield and axe, flailing wildly with his weapons and shouting to draw the creature's attention.

"Come on, ye bastich!"

Shield: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Handaxe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"'Right... I'm hearin' we'll be thumpin' a cleric gone bad and taking his treasure, soundin' like a right good time t' me!"

The dwarf has shield and axe to hand as the group begins exploring.

All, I will be travelling until September 17th and unlikely to have regular access. Feel free to GMPC me in the mean time.

VEGAS BABY!

"Eh?" Broldun looks around himself, weapon and shield still in hand, tense for a fight and utterly confused.

Broldun continues to keep the elf occupied with shield and axe.

Shield: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Axe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Engaging is what I do... heh.

Healer!!! the dwarf shouts, stepping defensively over the body of his companion. He then swings at the elf with his shield and axe trying to keep him at bay.

Shield: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Axe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The dwarf heads to the east archway and peeks through in an attempt to secure the area.

Broldun stalks across the room and peeks through the curtained doors to make sure the area is as secure as is reasonable. First the western, then the eastern.

Raising a bushy eyebrow Broldun mutters, "I'd be guessin' that it'd be easier to separate a Bumbleroot's hand from his wrist than be stealin' a gem from the Forgemaster."

The dwarf snorts, "I'd be wagerin' that it says don't be drinkin' the water. If it don't say that - it should."

Broldun keeps pace ahead of Gellumniq and crew, shield and axe at the ready looking for something to swing at. "I'm not likin' the look o' that water. Somethin' is eerie about this place. Rather have somethin' I can swing at then all this... this."

"Lets get movin' then..."

The dwarf has shield and axe to hand as he sets off towards the east side of the courtyard at a pace the party should be able to easily match.

The dwarf readies his shield and steps up. "I'll be takin' the lead, 'less there is a strong objection. We may be tryin' to avoid too much spilt blood, but I'm guessin' these ghosty elves won't have the same intentions."

The dwarf puffs his chest out, hooking is thumbs in his belt and says,"I say that the package can wait, and this lass be needin' help now. If'n the package were so urgent, we shoulda been told such. If'n the boss thinks otherwise, he ain't the sort that Broldun Rockspike will be workin' fer."

"If'n ye be buyin', I be drinkin'!" the dwarf says heartily, slapping Ed firmly on the back. [b]"I got provisions fer five days, if'n it be a longer walk then that I can get more. I've no whistle though, and no thought to be gettin' one either."

The dwarf, almost as wide as he is tall, moves with a grace and quickness that belie his bulk and armor as he follows the gnome into the room. "Most of the insight I be havin' to offer ye is that of my shield and axe keepin' the beasts and baddies at bay. That I will do as well as any, be certain."

"If ye be givin' ten gold not to join, I be guessin' that there be more for joinin." A heavily armored dwarf you hadn't noticed before buts in loudly. "I left the Mountain hopin' to find somethin' worthy a doin' and this seems to be that sorta thing." "If that bovine puke is on the otherside, I be bettin' that yurs is the right side and this Duke sounds like a right nice lad to me. Ye got me axe and shield."

With that he nods and spits on the floor, messily.

OK, Broldun should be good.

Another opening is available. Cleric, bard or full BaB type preferred.

I sent a message to a friend who might be interested.

Dwarf fighter upcoming:

Age: 5d6 + 40 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 6, 1) + 40 = 60
Ht/Wt: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

60 years old.

4'4" and 199 lbs.