I PM'd the GM. Hopefully we'll hear something back one way or another soon.
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Ok, we're into October here... Any movement?
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Yup me too.
Yeah...I hope the GM is OK.
Smiling at the possibility of surprising a foe, Harro activates his natural invisibility and moves out of the direct path of whomever is coming, but stays near enough to effect the person coming as they move past, if needed.
Harro shivers and whispers harshly. "Let's git-gone! I didna' like t'is place."
Disturbed by the strange cavern and the faerzress, Harro is on the look-out for any dangers here, not above. Rarely is such a useful cavern not unoccupied or guarded!
He winds his hands around his axe continuously, back and forth, ever nervousness in such a magical chamber.
Hearing the forges and the dragon, Harro realizes what he's listening too quickly enough. "F@$K ME!"
Harro points down the passage indicated by the dancers. "Bahh! They's gotta' mush-f-brains wid all that dancin'! Let's go check'n the cavern!" He then leads the way, a wary out out for traps or monsters. Or more dancing. *shudders*
Harro stands up suddenly from leaning on his axe, as if he was falling asleep and caught himself. "Dam'nd mushrooms...make me drowsy every time..." He then Spits...LOUDLY...again, setting his axe on his bulky shoulder this time. "Time ta' go."
Got it! Thanks for the warning.
Harro spits again. Louder this time.
Harro 'harrumphs' and hocks a loaded spitwad off to the side, then leans on his axe. "Bunch'a fairies..."
Bored already, Harro follows the others without much thought.
Shrugging, Harro will grab the rest of the mushrooms of both types. He might need a snack later anyway. He eats one of the shrinking kind to enter the tunnel with the others.
Thumping Tanic on the shoulder again, Harro smiles broadly. "NOW youse gets it! Derro r'too dirt-a$$ crazy talk'n to! We need to corner one and squeeze him a little until he talks norm'al! Although I could use a drink now aff'ta all the barfin."
Harro scratches his beardless chin, his dirty nails making a rasping sound against his near stone-like skin. Finally he shakes his head and shoulders his great axe. "Dunno. In the fighn' pits it was kill or be killd. Talkin' wasn't suptin' we did much off. Screaming...there was plenty of screamin. Sometimes I hav'n dreams about the screamin...'"
Unless there is an objection, Harro will lead the group to the entrance of the 'tunnels' given by Hemeth.
Singing a little song he makes up on the spot, Harro seems to be quite happy with the situation. "Gonna grab sum Derros, beat them for an egg, then we's killin' some Derro, listen'n to 'um beg..."
Harro nudges his fellow dwarf and starts spilling the beans. "The Church is payin'zus to find him and stop the Derro fro' driving everybodies crazy! And there was sumtin' about a dragon egg too..."
Once out of the Priest's office, Harro will elbow Tanic and whisper loudly. "Now we justa gott'a talk to Hemeth! He knows this town better than most...AND he owes me one! He might not know this Droki hisself, but I'm sure'n he knows someone who does!"
Harro rubs his hands together, a gleam in his eye that scares people a little. "Hehehe. Let's get'ta crackin' Derro skulls!" He then leans in and shakes the priest's hand. "Proud to be workin' for ya sirs!"
Harro laughs and smiles broadly then punches Tanic on the shoulder in a almost too-friendly brotherly gesture for his generosity!
Harro wipes vomit from his mouth and jumps up eagerly. "Derro hunting? No problems!"
Spitting in the corner, Harro nods easily. "Derro? Crazy mutant-lovin' monsters is what they is! I'll cut some down for you...just keep me away from that dragon! That thing's nutz'er than a gnomish cog-golem!"
After puking his guts out at the mention of the woman coupling with the Dragon...Harro feels a little dizzy and wasted. He will stumble out of the dragon's presence, leaning on his axe, as soon as he can. The stony-skinned young dwarf appears very shaken as he leaves.
Turning at the half-demons words, Harro turns a little green himself. He then spins and runs for a mop bucket in the corner and upchucks his last 5 beers and all of his last meal.
Harro leans on his axe, standing confused as the priests retreat...not having learned anything about dragons in his upbringing other than they are annoyances to kill...or fight in the training pits. Stories? The dragon is insane. That's all it is...wow that's a LOT of treasure! Immediately Harro hides his hand with his favorite magic ring on it behind himself, fearing the dragon's greed will turn on him if he sees it!
Harro follows the priest around like an excited puppy, and is even more deferential than the average Duergar, prostrating himself face down any time a priest even speaks directly at Harro.
"It'sa knowledge stick?" Harro seems uncertain now of the item's true value.
Harro stares in wonder at the speech of the priest and nods his head idiotically. He then dances a quick jig in a circle and stomps his foot once. "Absa-frackin-lutely yurn' worship! Laduguer be praise...ed!" Harro follows the priest eagerly, obviously not caring if anybody else in his group does or not.
Harro snorts at the half-demon, and turns away to spit. "Rath'dr hump'da giant corpse."
Once the giants are gone, Harro pouts a bit and kicks a rock in Talindra's direction while whispering harshly at her. "See'ifsa save yourn girlfriend ag'n!"
Harro quickly attempts to grab the crystal, and hide it before the green-colored Talindra can get it!
"Mihne!"
Harro stops raging and rummages around the dead giant looking for loose change...or other valuables...while everyone is distracted by the new giant.
"Leggo' of HER!" Screeching at the giant, Harro moves in again and aims for the giant's massive arm (if he can), now in reach, now crushing the demonling.
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Frowning at the creature's oddest behavior yet, Harro reluctantly admits something out loud as he charges back at the creature! "OK! Maybees' you'se guys got a point...sometin' ODD is 'appening!"
Seeing the body of the crushed Duergar land nearby, natural instincts kick into Harro as he grabs his gleaming new axe, and raging, charges the giant! "Come'ere big guy! Pick on me!"
Did we buy the stuff yet? I would like to know before we get involved with another fight!
Harro slams his mug on the table, spilling some of his beer. "We go see the priests of Laduger, god of the Duergar, ifn' just to shut yer' yaps! The priests KNOW things, and can tell youse' to shut-it with this Abyssal-barrier THING! OK? Can't e'en get a drink without talkin' 'bout demons..."
Harro waves his hand at the others talk of crazyness and drinks another mug of mushroom beer. "BAH!"
"Leave? North? Crazy talkin'! We're safe!"
Sure. A +1 Great Axe would be awesome!
Ok...with that kind of Cash? Wishlist: Sure a Cloak of Resistance +1 would be cool.
Also...Harro would love to recharge his Ring of the Ram the next chance he can afford to do so.
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