Ryor lunges at the orc, slipping his blade into its shoulder.
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Ryor tumbles to D17: 1d20+9=27. Attacks the orc cleric: 1d20+4=21, 1d8+2=10 and slashes his arm.
<Ryor stands and draws his longsword. He turns to face the tattooed barbarian.> "Uh-oh."
"Yah, maybe it was being lashed to a camel for a day that did it. Anyways, at least we can't fall out of our chairs drunk."
"For the love of the gods! I've come to a land without chairs!"
<Looks the place over.> "Beats sleeping outside."
"Or they're looking for the guys who shot up their big red buddy...." "Or it has nothing to do with us."
"First I think ale, bathing and wenches are in order. All at the same time would be my preference." <Loudly to Aref.> "Sandman! I'm sure you can drink and wench, but what i want to know is -- do the Keleshites bathe?"
<Ryor laughs hard.> "Touche! I have nothing for that Smiley, that was a clean cut."
"Well I for one want to wash myself off. I smell like piss and camel and I haven't had a good drink for weeks."
"Nothing much. You were just mind-fncked by a demon." "Hey, that explains the dreams." "Good to 'ave yer back, baldy." Syd grins. "Good to be here." *Sniff, sniff* "I smell like piss."
"And I'm watching you, Whitey." <Ryor winks and laughs.> "So what the hell happened to me back there? Was there a trap in that weird room?"
"A man who knows his friends. Thanks big guy!" <Rubbing his wrists.>
<From Drasheer's hump.> "Guys? What the frack? Ryor? Remember? Picked the locks? Killed pirates? Lugged s*%% across the desert? Remember?"
<Shouting.> "What the fnck is going on and why am I on a camel?"
Ryor's face turns white and he suddenly runs from the room screaming.
Ryor draws his longsword and thrusts it into the demon's remaining leg. Longsword, damage: (1d20+4=15, 1d8=4) "What do I get?"
"We could throw him back into that room and see what happens."
Draws his sword. "What the f$$$ is that?" |