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Jerking back to lucidity Dibbets suddenly yells "Sausage!" before shaking his head and blinking a few times. A weathered hand wipes the drool from his mouth as his brain catches up with what's transpiring before him.

Just popping in with a small howdy and wave of greeting to all and passing on that it's left an older (and balding-er) filthy inveterate halfling misty eyed to see that this thread is still rolling its way through the alleyways of y'all's minds.

As those who are book-face enabled will already know I'm doing ok - still a government working man in Aus although half-grown up now with a house of our own (at least a slowly increasing percentage is ours) and near grown proto-Dibbetses working their way into the world (and taller than me).

I'm giving myself a Christmas-in-July resolution of reinvigorating my wrinkled and flaccid RPG muscles - noting I'll be taking a dead tree group through Reign of Winter relatively shortly. I've given myself little wisps of memories reminiscing over the boards (after needing to negotiate restoration of my account considering I originally signed up with a work email... then left that company - do not recommend).

Hey mateys - many apologies for the radio silence for far too bloody long. Work has been... probably the hardest stretch I've ever done. I'm writing this at 11:20 pm staring at probably another couple of hours work before I can contemplate seeking slumber.

Much stress and pressure, plus our lads are getting larger and interesting in their own ways (good, bad and indifferent). None of this of course is an excuse, but I've nary been able to find the headspace for much creative of an eve - which has obviously driven into the PbP space as well.

I'm not sure when / how I'll come out the end of it, but owe all you good sorts better than I've been giving you of late. I'd like to say give it another few weeks and see how I'm travelling... hopefully the door falls down a tad to more level and stable footing.

Cheers,
Your Stinky Halfling Matey

Dibbets settles in with some grog and his various explosive articles that occasionally direct their percussive fury towards the enemy. Using the grease from his forehead as make-shift gun oil, he muses to his nuggety companion "Heh... iffin tha bastards come like, it'll be like normal. Feck load o' screamin, some blood and then mebbe we keep pullin through eh? Mebbe we should be doin summat tae keep tha softer bugger onna crew frae tha pointy bits?"

Aus vaccine will be a while yet - I think the first doses just rolled off the shelf, but I'll be in the last wave come Q3 or later.

Glad that those in the splash zone survived the big freeze ok.

Dibbets holds up a warding hand at Kaul's mention of going walkabout again "Nei lad, as Belinna said... grogs here eh? And I'm not fer thinkin we needs tae sets asail just yet... buggers are 'ere after the book roight? We jus needs tae either bring 'em or find 'em..." raising an eyebrow to gauge agreement.

Apologies for being a bit out of circulation over the last week - we lost a team member from work, so it's taken some adjustment and mental reconciliation.

I'll pop back into thread central now.

Arms wide and grin wider Dibbets calls out in advance "Eh there ye big nugget, ye ha' a bit o' fun like?" before listening in as Corliss fills in their intellectual companion.

Tipping his hat at the lady as they depart he nods "Aye Jimmer, roight ye are... ye wants tae share back at tha floater?"

I've just tried dropping him a line on FB... will let you know if I hear aught back.

Jerking back to lucidity Dibbets suddenly yells "Sausage!" before shaking his head and blinking a few times. A weathered hand wipes the drool from his mouth as his brain catches up with what's transpiring before him.

Brief muse aside he adds "Ye wants me tae take a peeper inside turned tae p1ss 'n wind? Could do quick like an check" further adding "Doesnae hae tae be full on doggie... could jus be head changin or summat weirder... or a doggie wi' a bastard eggin it on?"

Strolling back into the thread like...

Apologies for the inaction, my access got chewed up in a site update apparently and I've been unable to log in for a wee while. I shall return to functional status now...

Picking out Corliss's words Dibbs raises an eyebrow "More'n one way tae skin a cat eh" before turning to the lads he mentioned "Oi, young'uns... two silvers fer tha bit o scratch yer readin"

No objections to the course of action

Raising an empty cup to Sal, Dibbets winks his thanks before sliding away with the others. By means of conversation he adds "Big lug'll turn up somewise... bit o' steels interestin tho"

Apologies for persona incognito - was an epic last couple of weeks of work right up to Christmas with a big contract being negotiated, etc. Didn't have the mental space to do much outside of work and holiday prep. Back online now.

Merry of the Christmas and Happy of the impending New Year to one and all.

Condolences from downunder as well Jim.

Never one to refuse some brain poisoning when its offered Dibbs instinctively responds "Gin, neat and generous portion." before taking in the bloodstain, shrugging his shoulders and adding to Corliss' words "Dinnae see any teeth inna stain so don't seem too bad eh? Our man Kaul come through late?"

Much good wishes are provided Jimmer - take the time for you and yours as you can.

Only fair the scraggly half-man's only bringing up the 40 next year ;)

Snorting "Iffin tha spider buggers got Kaul they'll get a reckonin wi'out our need fer it. Less roll on our own way eh? - we ken see tae havin word left at the Gull tae keep peepers out fer 'im"

Let's have him disappear into a mystery? Puts a bit less of a load on yerself Capn.

Corliss opts to take second shift to ensure there's a capable healer available on each watch.

You're going to need to take both watches if you want to ensure that matey ;)

Shrugging "Fair 'nuff... I'm happy tae take first watch-like... gimme a chance tae educate Eddy here on how good 'es got it."

Offhandedly to Moses "Crew hammocks are below... Ed can see ye sitch-ewe-ated... can't ye Ed?"

To Jimmer "Roight... so power nap then attem? - or considerin big scarred and nuggety ain't 'round should we make sure 'e goan be orright afore turnin sleepwise?"

Musing Dibbets notes "Pokin round tha Freeport Institute seems a reasonable way tae spend our time unless any other bugger's got a better idea like?"

Dibbs gives Dingus a wave of his hand that imparts Kauly's a big boy and can handle himself, and I mean... we'll hear screams and maybe see some fire if he's in real trouble so we may as well focus on the task at hand savvy?... or something to that effect.

"Spider lovers... where else they linked tae? - jus tha Grunt, or we gots other holes we needs tae fire em outta?"

Noting the moan, Dibbets seeks to accelerate the transition by conjuring a deluge of salty water to flush over the doped up thug's head. With a jerk of his own grizzled visage he intimates to Kaul that it might facilitate easy discussion if the half-orc were the first mug that the thug grokked when he returned to the land of the conscious.

Dibbets pauses in place and sets Ed with a cold-eyed stare, dead grey eyes in sunken hollows looking through the fellow slip entire and paying him scant regard. Tuneless and flat he agrees "Oh aye... har har... We been out gettin a taste o' tha spider... its out there... in Scurvytown..." turning to limply point in its direction, before turning back to Ed.

"In s'far as it goes we'll be back out soon enough... under the dead eyes, eight-legs and shiver whores..." cocking his head slightly to the side "Care to join us next time out Ed? I hear they like their meat soft and warm..."

Dibbs snorts and jibes back "Iffin yer wantin advice on tickles in yer bedsheets then Madman's the ear ye need bendin. He's got a bit o' record in probin wi' proboscisis..."

Once free from the nauseating basement Dibbets sees fit to flush his mouth with a stream of saltwater using his arts. Shaking his head he grumbles "Shoulda burnded the whole feckin place doon tae embers... swear I'll be seein that bloody paintin when me eyes roll up an I slough tae sleep tonight." His efforts then turn to the grim task of keeping up with the rest of the longshanks as they made a goodly pace of movement through the city... indefatigable he may be, but it still bloody hurt to push his fractured body along.

Will Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Straightening from the inspection of the meagre takings with a machine-gun like pop and crackle from his knees and back, Dibbs is overcome with a sudden sense of malevolent disquiet. Dry heaving failing to remove the lingering taint he growls "Feckin picture's puttin on tha evil eye..."

Echoing the words of the Cap'n BD, 2020 is indeed (in the vernacular of her majesty) our annus horribilis. Ride them waves and keep your head and heart above waters, we'll keep the kettle on the stove and have a warm cup o' scottish blend wi' a tot ready for ye whenever you're passing through.

Scruffling under his voice Dibbets shakes his head "Bastards and barnacles, these feckers are intae some weird stuff now eh? Gather in an regroup a tad..." poking at the corpses with the smoking end of his musket before narrowing eyes to see if there's anything worth snaffling before they move onwards.

Shuffling ungainly around to true up his shot, the filthy halfling growls "Close yer mouth Kauly, jus in case ye gets some blowback iffin I ken hit tha fecker..." as he squints eye, tenses sphincter and softly squeezes the trigger on his cacophonic symphony of fire, fury and thunder...

Boom (Deadly Aim): 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13 for 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Sneaky wee bastard ain't he?" Dibbs exhorts as he spits a gobbet of phlegm to the side and reloads his musketry.

Apologies for the MIA - last week was a crap one. Action chosen was action that would've been taken. Thanks Cap'n

Dibbets busies himself with re-stuffing shot and powder into his wood and iron instrument of cacophony and chaos.

Dibbets is in the midst of relevelling a restored boomstick when Dingus' plaintive cry cuts through. With a softly spoken "Hold yer breeches..." the halfling exhales smoothly and attempts to put a leaden present into the nearest foe...

Boom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 = 12 for 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Still limber and free from entanglement Dibbs busies himself with reinstalling fire, thunder and fury into his trademark boomstick.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

The acrid smoke puts a mild tickle in his nostrils, but its no worse than the smell of self-inflicted soiled bedding that Dibbets generally wakes to so the halfling is able to fortify his mind against it. Words to mouth he exhorts "Watch our fer the biter Kauly... Jimmer ye gots eyes on tha bugger? Corliss, lively now an Ding - dinnae hang about matey."

'Tis indeed a hell of a year Cap'n - the 'hits' just keep on coming eh?

I'm still here and not going anywhere in the metaphorical sense, just getting crunched by the travails of a significantly increased work pressure (longer, later, harder, busier) and my kids growing up (bedtimes getting later, less free time, etc). Man-flu didn't help either.

Frowning at the newly presented foes, Dibbets cracks his neck as the blunderbuss is raised from kiltward to foeward. Taking steady aim at the spiny spider dangling near to Jimmer the halfling half-confidently growls "Stay still Madman..." as he squeezes the relief trigger to the cacophonic weapon....
Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13 for 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Limping along - conflux of chaos leading to a weekend of invalidity with flu-ness that I'm now crawling out of.

Shrugging at Kaul's words Dibbs muses "'Pends iffin he's a talker or a curser.... so lad, which one is it eh? Ye goan spill yer guts, or ye goan let ol' Kauly do it fer ye?"

From his erudite position as a religious sage and scholar of the finer points of worship Dibbs scoffs, hocks up and dispatches a loogie and pontificates "Both bloody wanky wee animals anyhow..."

Dibbs move himself into the chamber proper and finishes loading his boomstick, holding space and squinting at the butterfly motif. Mostly to himself he mutters "Bastards cannae make up they mind eh? - Butteryflies an spiders... like pick an insect or summat"

Round 1:

Dibbets lines up a likely target with his musket and has at...

Musket (Deadly Aim): 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 2 = 21 for 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

...punctuating the explosion of sound and fury with a "Have at mateys, get the bugger's wi' tha sickles eh... dinnae like the shifty look ovvum" before hustling and bustling to reload and make ready for another salvo.

"Push on Kauly... nei reason tae waits aboot"

Forestalling the bigguns "'Old on Kauly..." probing betwixt the nugget's nethers to plunge down with the mop and lay bare the downwards route. Smirking he notes "Roight... way's open eh?"

Dibbets peers through limbs and intervening obstruction to see if he can ken the location of the pernicious portal...

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

The grizzled half-man turns to Jim's words, but offers a wide enough berth to the scarred half-man to work his metallic magic upon the portal.

The funky halfling has a dark mien as he replies to Dingus "Nei matey - wee buggers didnae flinch at the wind... summat darker called em an' sent 'em way agin."