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Hey folks, sorry but this gnome is stepping down.

My brother's going to run it too tabletop. Since this is still early on and in relaxed mode, it seemed good an opportunity as ever.
If you could set me inactive, thanks.

Good luck everyone,

See you around Baelir ;)

"I have not gotten a light spell ready, sorry. Anybody else have one prepared?", Cloony looks at the others, his bodylanguage hinting at "hidden things, let's go see".

"I will carry the rations and rope along."

Cloony rolls up the rope and hangs it over his shoulder, before stacking the rations into his pack.

Cloony looks surprised at the tall half-orc.

"A towel you say? Was she referring to the sweat one produces after intense combat by any chance? Or perhaps using it as an improvised whip."

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But for some uncertain-where-origin reason it slowed down.
I'd like to go on too.

"They are...dead? I mean, dead dead, dead as in not getting up again ever again."

He picks up a loose piece of wood and throws it at a zombie's head to see if there is a reaction.

"Nothing....well that is a relief. Speaking of which, is everybody okay?"

Wow, 17 ranged touch attack is a miss on a zombie? I thought their AC sucked on that department.

Cloony makes a gesture of "oops", as his ray apparantly hit Albawar in the shoulder.
He moves slightly SE and aims a ray at the zombie Baerlir is fighting.
Ranged touch, into melee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 15

"By all means do."

Cloony's eyes shift between the various zombies coming at the group...

Ranged touch, into melee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 4 = 17
Cold: 1d3 ⇒ 3

You have a plausible point there, sir Lormo, she might still be having a week after party.

Seems lady luck isn't much on our side with the rolls.

Assuming it's our turn again?

Cloony tries to decide which zombie to toss his next frost ray at.
"Ah well, here goes another."
Aiming for the one left of Albawar.

Ranged touch, into melee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 4 = 4
Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 2

"Warriors, mister Lomo? I am hardly that. But ranged attacks i do prefer, especially with the prospect of walking corpses eager to eat our flesh."

Happy holidays!

Cloony aims for the nearest not in melee.
"Err...i recall some tales saying we have to 'slice them up', they just take Mosi's arrows easily. :(

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Frosty dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 1

I'd say yes, i haven't checked his profile lately, but if he didn't leave a note here that he's back, i give it little chance he'll return.

He's been MIA for a while, so he may have to be botted.

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Swim: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Cloony finally peddles his way over.

Swim: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Only slightly better, but clearly Cloony and Baelir aren't meant for swimming ^^

No with that low roll i'd assume not.

"All right, let us explore this wreckage. But erm, the strongest first of course, Baelir maybe? He is big and strong here."

Cloony will move as close as one can estimate safe and look if anything is moving.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Yes, i am still here.
And no, i haven't heard from Albawar.

"If it is lodged there is no need to worry about it. We will see up close."

"I am fine with that, who knows what wonders it may hold..provided, of course, it hasn't been looted....yes."

"Or he might have a drink after having an entire tribe get the drop on us and tying us up for a roast. Frankly not my cup of tea. :/"

As for our friend, I fear the gods may want him to be well treated.

Only seconds after she said that, a spot of white fell upon the KO cannibal's head, followed by a cheerful bird's song.

Cloony looked up at the canary circling above them.
"Ah, so there you are, come down here this instant."

The canary landed on a small twig above the group, twitching its head in the normal birdly fashion.

"Yes, i reckon so. Though specitarian treatment might prove insightful into his culture, offensive as may be, i would not dismiss sir Baelir his point."

We have a cleric around.

Why, sir Baelir, what an excellent idea for a prank.

Cloony aims his finger at the remaining cannibal.

"I say, cease that improper behaviour this instant."
Daze, DC14

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

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I'm having bit of an issue, whatever browser, clicking sumbit only ends up as 'preview'

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
"Lormo, quite a variety of animals and plants here, most colorful."

"The basics on oratory and conversation....you are at the wrong gnome for that i must say. Now if it would be joking with people, then yes."

Cloony steps closer to Lormo as they walk.

"Have you always been such a smooth speaker, sort to speak?"

"If the rest is prepared, sure."

He looks up at a small figure above.
"That includes you.", he says to the canary staring at the group.

Cloony rubs the sleep from his eyes.
"Good....good morning all. So good no other animal decided to attack us. But miss Mosi, should we not eat first before venturing out?"

"As fascinating a specimen it might be, i'm going to sleep, i would like to know more later Lormo."

Cloony goes to sleep again, if nothing pops up again.

"I have no intent to become lizard lunch. Pardon me..."

Cloony uses withdraw to make maximum space between him and the lizard.
1 down and as much SW as he can

"HEY! That is highly inappropriate behavior! Shoo, shoo!"

"Here, have another."

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Cold Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 1

"Oh my, that is quite the lizard."

Cloony aims his finger for a ray of frost.
Ray: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Cold dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Crit?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Extra cold: 1d3 ⇒ 3

If he'd be in movement range of the lizard, he'd move back.

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Cloony looks at Lormo.

"Ah...it...was completely weird. See i was back at the ship before it ran ashore here. Everybody was feeling sick, save for the captain and the scholar. She seemed to fancy him, kissing him on the cheek...then a torrent of water befell the ship and everybody had merely a spoon to attempt to clear the ship of it. Right before i woke up, i saw many nasty things with pincers trying to get in."

Unsure if that dream was before dawn or before whatever group 3 saw.

Cloony sits right up in a 90 degrees angle, scaring his canary which had been sleeping near him. Looking around and checking his hand for a spoon, he calms down a bit.

"How..what...was that all about? Buckets are one thing, but spoons are most unpractical to get rid of water."

"Would if i could, but i did not prepare the light spell for today."

Cloony heads for Lormo when he's attending to the snake.

*Peeks before appearing to Lormo's side*

"Greetings Lormo. What ae you doing with the snake here?
You mentioned something about milking snakes, am i safe to assume you are somehow pulling venom from it? I have only heard the term but the procedure has not come to topics yet."

And they'd all hiss "trussst in me.....trusst in me".