Come get some, Ril says.
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Ril draws sword and moves in a dodging motion, hoping that it will make him harder to hit.
Move! Being surrounded is a b@@*~!.
Get to a building or defensive structure NOW!, he says running forward.
Well whatever killed them didn't want to loot or eat them... curious. Let's head for the closest building.
Dead green skins to the left of me, dead city to the right... here I am, stuck in the middle with you, Ril mutters. He looks over to the goblins, hoping for some clues about how long they've been there, how they died and so forth...
I need to get scavenging for a lantern or torches, he says leading them towards the nearest building.
Well... that wasn't such a chore, says Ril. I'll add 'finder of lost cities' to my titles. We could make a fortune on unoccupied real estate down here...
No one savvy dwarf scratches?
Well in all the stories it means 'Speak Friend and enter'... , he says pointing at the runes. But knowing the tight fisted little bastards, it probably means 'Hands off our gold', he says bitterly, remembering the time he got punched in the nadgers by a dwarf at one of his uncles underground casinos.
Ril takes note of the rest spaces... how far they are apart and where he is in reference to this distance...
After scouring the ground for a few copper pennies to put on the approach on both sides of the pit he leads the party down the corridor.
Its just to throw on this side of the pit so we are reminded of it... I'd hate to dragging some one out and fall in...
What?, he says, confused by the looks and comments. I just know how to think like a complete bastard is all... and I'm fluent in a*+!*!~#. He makes his way around the pit then marks the wall on the far side carefully. Can't help thinking we might accidentally fall in this on the way out... see if you can carefully grab a few coins to throw on this side of the pit.
Ril, you may add a point of inspiration for that.
Hold on there... if there's anything that looks like a trap, that does. I mean why is a snake hanging out on loose change? Give that pile a poke with something long first before we go putting hands on it. There could be a snake pit under it.
Easy... easy... hold up, Ril says holding up a hand slowly and carefully. Vipers... very dangerous, he says looking over his shoulder. You go first.
Follow me then... , he says heading down.
I need a light to see by, so I'm the best choice for now.
Yeeeeeah, that ain't good... we're gonna need a s@*# load of rope...fifty foot ain't gonna do the job. Maybe find another way down?
Ril sighs, digs out a copper coin and drops it down the shaft, listening for the noise that should come back up...
Ril is clueless here
Unless someone has a plan, let's just head in this direction. Passing off the torch temporarily he makes a mark on the wall with his dagger. This way..., he says and reclaims the torch.
Ril plus himself together and lights a torch before approaching the way day. Well... this place isn't gonna penetrate itself, he says cheerily. After me lads... though I'm probably not the most hardy of warriors. He draws his rapier and starts to descend.
Leader?, he bends over laughing like his sides will burst... How... about... I... scout instead?, he suggests as he gets himself under control.
Ril shrugs no lights a torch. Hit the bricks..., he says moving to the door.
Really? You're a braver man than I friend... how deep before we hit baddies?
Right you are Alf.
Or do we do a spot of o' work on th' side an' under the table?
Ril grins... Yeah, had heard that but this one here seemed happy-eager an' thought I'd pile in. He turns to the watchman. Well, we're here. What next?
One gold is it? He contemplates his thin light purse. I do need the work, not gonna sleesh ya... still, aren't I here to help out wit' Alf here?
Ril leaves the bolt loaded in his crossbow. Be smart Rookies... be somewhere else.
Ril snorts condescendingly. Riiiiight.
Ril gives a disappointed grunt.
FYI I'm going to keep throwing weird "street slang" in to go along with my criminal background
Buggered if I can, Ril says pulling back on the string of his Light Crossbow, But point 'em out so I can Jank 'em.
Ril shrugs. I'm not calling the tune, I'm just a dancer.
Yeah, Alf... I'm sorta watching their game. Not sure I can sell it as a high stakes game in an alley pick up fling tho', Ril said, using his irreverent moniker for the half elven watchman.
No stake, no win my friends, let's go.
It's dark and wearing sunglasses... let's go
Aelfwyrd was watch and mentioned we make even have a professional rivalry/frienemy relationship with the criminally backgrounded Ril...
Bobbity boop
Dot dot, test
Changing character name from Wolfram to Ril
I'd say we're out...
Are we still on... it feels like we've sorta gotten lost player wise. I am in part to blame for that as much as any one.
bummer
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