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Exactly what it says on the tin, fellas.

1. The PCs find a stash of gems in a cave but before they can pocket them a Xorn pops out of the wall, mows down, and pops back the way it came! The chase (through solid rock...) is on!

2. The PCs must traverse through a dangerous area of the woods, but in order to do so safely they must make a deal with the local Dryads: Sabotage or otherwise put an end to a nearby logging operation.

3. The PCs are deceptively lead to a safehouse of the local La Resistance and are given a choice by the Clockwork crafting leader of the cell: "Join us or leave town."

4. The PCs come across a grisly scene: People strapped to tables, being injected with concentrated Russet mold by some sick, mad 'scientist' and exploding into Vegepygmies!

ok now you.

Disliking the PbP format. Have fun y'all.

Thessel, losing interest, wanders off in search of hooch and good times.

Fine whiskey you say? Well! This must be investigated post-haste! Come on fellows, spring into action! Thessel springs into action.

Right-o boss. Well, considering we got this here map with only a few hiccups I'm thinking we're ahead of schedule, and what with my good pal Dahr having a nasty scare with that snake, not to mention my own traumatic experience (which all of you were oh-so-very concerned over, I'll recall) I'd say it's about time for a lunch break. I saw a nice little tavern on the way over. The Dancign something. Coulda been Goat. Probably has some decent nosh and my poor burnt toesies are aching for some ale.

slack slack slacking slacking along diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 c'mon y'all, pancakes and beer!

Oh right on a wand. That makes all the acid and snakes worth it. Thanks pal.

Hoo boy, it better be.

Thessel continued to pout in the corner, wondering how long it would take the hair on his feet to grow back.

Thessel hesitates. no point getting tangled in some quality slapstick with no audience.
delays

Cursing, Thessel shoots a dirty look at Thosar Yeah, ok, we get it, you're all smart and superior. Wrapping his free hand in his fleece cap and trying his damndest not to get the fleece soaked in acid,(slight of hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15) Thessel picks up the key I'm just in a hurry cause I'm allergic to being stuck in a small room with haughty elves who haven't done a damn thing but stand there telling the rest of us how stupid we are since we got here. Oh yeah, and waving a bow around looking worried's been real helpful too. He tosses the key to eli Here 'kid,' wipe the upper crust from yer eyes and open one of those damn boxes.

Thessel blinks at Ellie's cautions. Oddly silent he walks to the glass jar and, eyes never leaving Ellie with a deadpan expression, pours the liquid in the jar onto the floor. (or attempts to)

Spring into action!

Why do I get the feeling I should get used to things like this happening? Thessel moves to the steel chest. Y'know this would make for a terrible story if this kills me. He opens the steel chest.

Thessel enters the vault, lingering by the door in case anything decides to explode.

Oy... elves. Y'know Moony, you and your tummy ache sure know how to ruin some perfectly good drama. Turning to the sage Hey there sir, sirrah, etcetera, turns out my pointy-eared pal here thinks, what with the whole look-on-yer-face and all, we might be in fer a bit of a surprise once we get down there. Now me? I think he's crazy. Or Elvish (not sure which worries me more eh? eh?) but in any case I gotta ask, if only to put his rumblin' tum at ease; What's up with the vault? Is it scorpions? I bet it's scorpions. looking to the rest of the party Or was I s'pose to let the lady do the talking?

(diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28)
(perform: comedy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 just because)

... Thessel mutters under his breath In company I do not trust, a whispered message is a must. ~message~ Subtly pointing to Dahr, Thessel whispers, his lips barely moving Big guy up front and keep yer toesies rosie. I know a nasty smirk when I sees one. Something more than maps is in that vault.

Fixed some mistakes on my character sheet fyi. For some reason I gave myself 8 skill points instead of 6.

You're the boss, boss. No talky drinky with the bigwigs. another aside to Dahr This guy pointing a thumb towards Thosar verbosely loquacious. Sesquipidalian even. rolling his eyes, Thessel pushes past the others and marches out... to adventure!

... alright, so where're we going again?

Alright, alright. I vote Wise Quarter. Visit there should bring me up to a good three-fourths wit. now addressing Archmoon Hey don't worry about it Moony, I'm only HALF ling but I never let it bother me.

Well sheesh pal, gonna buy me dinner with those drinks? Hate for you to think I'm a cheap date shooting a wink at Eli, Thessel starts for the door Well what's everyone waiting for? Come on, come on, we're wasting time here fellas! And lady, of course. Speaking now to Elindriel, Thessel adopted a military posture Lead on oh mighty leader. and from the corner of his mouth, an aside to Dahr I say we do what the half-elf says. Anyone that elvish aught to know what she's talking about.

Now hold on, hold on. I've not got my booze money yet. As for where to, I say we do what the big guy says. Someone that big aught to know what he's talking about. And I do so relish the idea of smelling like fish for the rest of the day.

Quickly stuffing his unopened envelope into his belt pouch, Thessel glanced at Archmoon with a chuckle. "Yeah, I'd rather be fighting dragons too but what're you gonna do?" Thessel turned his smirk towards Dariakt.

"You're the boss, boss. Thessel Dromad, snarkster extraordinaire, pleased to meet. He swept his ill-fitting cap from his head and treated the Garundi to a flourishing bow. "And while that may be all you need to know about me, it's sure not going to be all I bother to tell you." he added.

He turned back to the venture-captain, his smirk breaking into a grin."We'll be off in a jiffy sir, just wondering what our daily liquor allowance is to be...?" worth a shot, heh.
(Bluff 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15)

Thessel's hair is a dirty blond, falling out from under his cap to tickle his earlobes. Brown eyes and a rakish smile adorn his rather handsome face and he stands 2' 7"

Shoop da woop!