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Thundering Bullette stomps over to Kroone, marking his approval with a grunt. So... Hot... Inside... Good...

Thundering Bullette nods his head sagely, the balance of the universe yet again restored by the liberal application of his axe. Axe beat gate. He steps forward with Kroone, ready to enter the compound.

Thundering Bullette squints really hard at the gate when Nor'scrik calls for aid. After a moment of intense thought, he does what he does best: he hits it with his axe!

Disable Device Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"Ratman, fix gate!" Bullette shouts, more as a hopeful request to get him out of the heat than a command. Then he covers his ears as the shouting grows louder and looks expectantly at his companions.

Anyone have holy water? We may have to go back to town to get some.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

So... Hot... What... A bother...

Thundering Bullette searches the area as best he can despite the oppressive heat of the day. He takes a long slog from his waterskin to stave off the heat and take the edge off the aftermath of the night before.

While everyone wakes up ready to go, Thundering Bull wakes up a changed man. Having had the most obscene bender this side of the Inner Sea, he has found himself weakened and in such a state that he can't even remember his own name properly. He half falls, half rolls down the stairs and announces his presence.

"THUNDERING BULLETTE HUNGRY. FOOD NOW." He sits down for a big breakfast, stocks his bucket and meets up with the party. He is as ready as he is ever going to be!

That was easily one of the most depressing things I've ever had to do to a character: deleveling. At least he is alive in some way though.