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It is fair enough - can't help bad luck. Thanks for organising it,

"We could cure the hide for some good leather, if we want to take the time, but I suspect we might prefer to get off this damned staircase instead."

Shathash thinks for a second, then hits the beast a few more times.

"Yeah, let's keep going. Whoever is in the middle, watch the ceiling."

Shathash wades in with his quarterstaff, trying to avoid the limbs and weapons of his allies
attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

knowledge:dungeoneering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Quick as a flash Shathash backs away, chants and waves at the creature. A sprinkling of acid droplets hover in his hand before he realises his allies stand between him and the creatures and lets the spell dissolve.
touch attack - into combat: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 4 = 1

"Thank you for the potion and the vial" Shathash says, surprisingly politely. Pausing at the top of the stairs he looks carefully and follows Krixus.

"I've got a pack of torches I've never used" Shathash offers "Don't need 'em, and... well I'm not fond of fire anymore."

yeah, I love that no filter for bad CHA. Brilliant!

"So we should prob'ly get on with it before someone else turns up and we get even less loot."

I'm in Australia. Can lurk all day, mostly post morning and night... but I can do much more most weekends.

"Nicks, is it - like nicking stuff? I can see you'd be a good nicker. I'm Shathash the Burned."

The 'adventurer' wanders over to the ground and picks up a large piece of what might be lumber.
"Krixus, good point." turning to the clerics "If I don't make it out, but the job's done, what happens to my reward?"

Hey all.
If anyone does want to know Shathash's secret, please talk to me and we can work it out.
I'm thinking if a number of characters already act as enforcers, maybe Shathash can as well. We could then all have worked together on rare occasions, or at least have a professional knowledge.

A dishevelled man wearing an old coat and a cheap mask emerges from a surprisingly small crevice nearby. Standing up he puts a battered leather hat on his wiry white hair, pulls out a bottle and moves towards the steps.
To the man's obvious disgust the bottle appears to be empty and he stores it with a clink in a voluminous pocket in the overcoat.
As he approaches the faint smell of cheap booze and old urine precedes him.
"Morning all." he calls, cheerfully.

I dunno. Reckon the only advantage to being a beggar is you can choose where you're staying. Just need a nice flat piece of ground somewhere. Don't want to live in Akar-Te though - too many damn zombies.

And yeah, I'm trying to get the character & mask worked out right now. If you don't like the phrasing speak up - it's going to be a long game (with any luck)! :)

And this is the other avatar. Tried to find two avatars that looked like they could be the same figure.

Did you want the sheet in a certain format?