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Bloody fantastic!" Rurisk growls, wiping slime off his face. He dearly wished that Peteppo was down here with him - so he could wring his bloody neck!

Can I see where we are? Half-orcs have infravision as a racial trait, so I should be able to see any living creatures in the immediate vicinity (Brunora & Janiven, etc). I move carefully until I find the edge of the room and start following the wall.

1d100 ⇒ 57 = failure, by a mere 01%. :(

Rurisk scowls at the frail human alchemist but says nothing. He is painfully aware that while he is much stronger than anyone else in the party, he is also probably the least gifted with brains. Better not to get entangled in a battle of wits, it would be all too easy from this pitiful creature to make him look a fool.

Rurisk reaches for the Healing Potion that Janiven handed to him when they first entered the sewers.

The gnome makes a good point, but Rurisk cannot run away from pudding monsters, no matter how dangerous they might be, he would never live it down!

Rurisk roars in frustration and begins swinging his flail around dangerously. Its effectiveness is somewhat diminished in the cramped confines of the tunnel, but the jelly creatures are clustered around him and it would be very hard not to hit something.

Warrior [Melee]: 1d100 ⇒ 24 = success!

Damage: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9 (that was rubbish)

In fact, I'm going to try again! (-20% multi-action penalty).

Warrior [Melee]: 1d100 + 20 ⇒ (23) + 20 = 43 = another success! :D

Damage: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10 (marginally better!)

Initiative: 1d10 ⇒ 2

That reduces my BP from 35 > 31.

Rurisk roars in surprise and disgust as the loathsome jelly beasts attack. He rolls his shoulders and shakes his arms to dislodge as many of the critters as possible without actually touching them with his bare hands.

Do we need to go into rounds now?

Logic: 1d100 ⇒ 65 [failure]

"Oh, is the little gnome afraid of the big bad ooze?" the half-orc asks mockingly, bestowing a withering glare upon Peteppo, "Your cowardice sickens me to the pit of my stomach."

Forcing his way to the front of the group, Rurisk begins to move through the mass of quivering jellies.

Rurisk will be the last one through the trapdoor, if he gets a chance to fire his crossbow before then, then he takes it.

Shooting: 1d100 ⇒ 54 Success, by 4%.

"We've got company!"

Rurisk pulls his head back and replaces the heavy wooden bar across the portal. After a moments thought, he begins piling furniture up against this side of the door. Having created a serviceable barricade, Rurisk begins loading a bolt into his crossbow and trains the weapon on the door.

Rurisk pops his head out of the front door and glances up/down the street.

(OOC: What can I see?)

From his post by the door, Rurisk the Half-Orc thug crosses his arms and grunts. While a rogue and a cutpurse, he is not altogether a bad guy. While he goes out of his way to maintain his appearance of a hard man, Rurisk actually has a young daughter living in Westcrown, whom he solely responsible for after her mother was killed by shadow beasts one night. It is for his daughter's benefit that he agreed to meet with Janiven and her insurgents, as he hopes to help fashion a kinder world for his child. Not that he would ever admit any of this to anyone else. As far as they need to know, he's only in it for the money.

Rurisk eyes the wierd little gnome suspiciously.

'He seems to enjoy those dolls as much as my Marlene enjoys her own toys.' he thinks, scowling. The human female looked equally frail and useless, although their was an inner strength in the dwarf's bearing that made the cleric harder to dismiss out of hand.

'How can weaklings such as these hope to change the fate of a city.' Rurisk wonders.

"Our cause needs fighters! Warriors! To rise up and kill those that would grind us down beneath their boots! The mayor! The Hellknights! The shadow beasts! All must be put to the sword if Westcrown is to be free!"