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Thora swings at the mongrelwoman.
Thora stumps across the room as fast as her little legs will carry her and swings.
Thora beams as Meriui circles around the mongrel, and she quickly moves up behind it, raising her axe overhead.
Thora looks down at the arrow protruding from her shoulder and stomps her way over to stand beside Meriui. She smacks him on the back, ignoring the pain from the arrow wound. "Cheer up! They're weird-looking demon worshippers. I can't think of someone more fun to hack at." Awkwardly trying to swing around the edge of the door, Thora slams her axe at the blue mongrel as hard as she can.
Thora looks at the mongrelmen longingly for a moment, axe ready.
Thora scampers through the door, around Jinxx, and comes to a stop beside Meriui. "We don't have to fight?" she asks Meriui, sounding as though she understands his words but never realised this might be an option. "Do you think they'll go for that?"
Thora moves up to the last one and swings!
Thora, as nimbly as she can, stumps around behind the triangle mongrel and hacks at it, heedless of attacks of opportunity.
"Too rich for my blood," Thora declares sadly. "I'll pass. It was worth a try though, wasn't it?" She smiles brightly at the storekeeper.
Thora pouts. "I'm a little short," she tells the porcupine woman. "I am but a poor dwarf. If I survive to raise that kind of money, I'll be back for the armor." Then she turns to Rowena. "Funny, isn't it, that if I want to buy something that will keep me alive, I have to put my life at risk. If I had the mail, I'd be more likely to survive whatever else this place has in store for us. But I can't get the mail until I get the money." Thora shoots a glance at the merchant to see if she's getting through.
"Would you happen to have any banded mail?" Thora asks her and offers her brightest smile. She even bats her eyelashes though she appears to be uncomfortable and unpracticed with flirting.
"Why don't we just sell all this crap now and split the gold? Why wait for spring? We could buy something we really want," Thora says Rowena. "Except for the cloak, I mean. I'd like to wear that. I think it brings out the danger in my eyes."
"Ridiculous jewellery?" Thora asks. One can almost see the gears in her head spinning. She drops her pack on the ground and starts rifling through it like a woman possessed. A few moments later, she produces a copper brooch shaped like a bat. "Like this?" She dives back into the pack and reemerges with a knotted gold ring and a six inch tall statuette of a humanoid with a spear. "I'm not sure this is jewellery," she says, indicating the statuette, "but I don't rightly understand fashion sometimes. At any rate, the statuette would be much more ridiculous as jewellery than the ring. I quite like the ring, to be honest."
"Could someone maybe claim one of the other shirts? I seem to be accumulating a lot of, er, inventory. I could probably set up my own store once we leave this place. Also, I would kill an orc with my bare hands for another turkey leg." Thora chews her lip and points at the glaives. "I'm not carrying those."
I got the joke! I just kinda forgot the discussion board existed and didn't see it earlier. :-/
"But it's not like they need whatever they've got on them now," Thora complains. "Sure, their souls are in good hands, but their stuff is just laying here! They might have more clues about them. Or if they have some nice weapons, we don't want those falling into the hands of our enemies, y'know? It might be more blasphemous just to leave it here." She starts poking at a body.
Thora gasps, sucking in as much air as possible. Then she turns and beams at Horgus and Meriui. "See? Nothing to worry about. I knew that the whole time! It's because I'm a dwarf. We know this sort of thing by... what's the word? It's inbred? Yeah. Inbred. My knowledge is inbred."
"Let's just go in. This pussyfooting around takes too much time. And I, for one, couldn't ever show my face on the surface again if anyone found out I was afraid of some stupid mushroom." Thora glares at the fungus as though it once gave her a bad haircut. "Besides, we shouldn't leave those two just lying there for all eternity. Or for however long it takes the fungus to eat them." She stumps off toward the bodies, holding her breath.
Thora wanders over and looks into the chasm. "Dark down there," she says ponderously. "I see plenty of dark."
Thora, looking mildly embarrassed at being distracted by nothing in particular, runs up to help.
Thora rolls over on to her side and groans. "I was having the most wonderful dream," she says. "Pancakes. Pancakes stacked to the heavens."
Thora scuttles in as close as she can, stopping right behind Jinxx. "Gotta get... lighter... armour..." she pants.
Thora shrugs and, axe out, wanders in.
"I dunno about the spellcasting," Thora says to Sarkast, "but the ranting is definitely not friendly. And there's a bit about babies that I don't rightly understand. The babies will take care of us - probably not offering tea and little cakes - then he'll eat their babies. If that's our babies, the joke is on him. I don't even have house plants, never mind babies." She sucks on her teeth and continues to listen. "And there's the obligatory I'll kill them all, my pretties, but I'm pretty sure that part needs no translation. Threats of mass deaths rarely do, I find. We could probably try talking to him, but I doubt it's going to do any good. His mind sounds pretty made up already."
Thora gleefully hacks at the darkmantle. "Definitely better than staying home," she reaffirms.
Thora darts - as much as a dwarf in splint mail can - under the one with a triangle. "There's one right above me!" she calls to everyone else. "About fifteen feet up!" Since Thora doesn't have any ranged weapons, she waits until something comes close to her.
Thora holds her action, axe at the ready. "And to think I was just going to stay home today!" she laughs.
Thora watches the weird ceiling lumps and waits, fists clenched, eager to see what happens when Sarkast's short poking stick hits it. "Go go go gogogogogo!" she whispers excitedly and reaches for her axe.
Thora quietly inspects the prayer then stands up straight. "Torag-God, bless this hall," she whispers, translating into Common. Her voice gains both strength and volume as she reads. "Our forge be hot, our weapons be sharp. Torag-God, bless our families. Our children be well, our lives be long. Torag-God, bless our community! Our people be strong, our stone be hard. Torag-God, bless this hall!" Then she turns around looks at the group with a satisfied smile.
Thora swings out at the spider.
Thora gives a mighty grunt and hacks at the spider webs again.
Then she moves a little further to the south, giving someone else room to join in the fun!
"Yeah, you stay here and hold the place down," Thora calls sarcastically to Horgus. She runs outside and over to Meriui. "Mama always told me to leave the jokes to the bards, but I think I did pretty good there." She grins brightly at him as she swings at the webs in order to both free him and clear the webs out for anyone else who wants to get close.
Thora looks around at everyone and takes a deep breath. Then she grins. "I'm going to take a look. If I'm not back in ten minutes, someone should collect my body. Send my mother a ham." She pokes her head outside the door.
Thora scrambles to get the axe off her back. "Some of us don't bother with arrows," she informs Ronan, never taking her eyes off the door. "My Granddad always said never to swing until you can see the whites o' their eyes. Of course, Granddad was shot through the throat by an enraged halfling." She rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. "So draw your own conclusions, I suppose. I still don't think arrows are particularly sporting though." She sets up close enough to the door that she can run at whatever's coming.
Thora looks up at Meriui curiously. "You... you would do this?" she asks. Her bottom lip quivers and she runs to him, throwing her arms around his thighs in a grateful (but still quite small) bear hug. "You are a wise and benevolent man! May a thousand blessings of Torag rain down upon your anvil! And should you be lacking an anvil, then may he rain beatings down upon the heads of whoever took your anvil!"
Thora closes her eyes and sighs heavily. She stands still and silent beside the altar. "Do you think there might be other... things like it here?" she asks Ayesha several moments later, chewing her bottom lip nervously and looking around.
"I've no intention of that!" Thora grunts, swinging her axe at the ex-dwarf.
Thora jumps back in surprise. "Goddammit!" she shouts at the withered dwarf, surprised by the sudden movement and burning pain. Then she swings out at it with her axe.
Thora takes a deep breath and moves in. She stands beside the dusty figure and, head bowed, says a quiet prayer to Torag.
Thora looks up at Sarkast with huge child-like eyes filled with glee. "It would be an honour!" she says to him. "Thank you for this." And she tries to open the door.
Thora chuckles. "And if needed, we can thump that message into him." She waves dismissively at Gwerm. "Yes, yes! Let us look inside! I am very curious to see what's here. Torag, I think, would be happy to see this place have some visitors."
"The Frog God is real!" Thora snaps at Horgus. "I was raised on stories of Tsathogga! Once a year he visits the homes of children all over! They leave him sweet treats to placate his mighty hunger. Then, the bad children he puts in a sack and takes them away to his castle in Hell. He shows mercy to the good children and slits their throats in their sleep."
"We'd do just fine!" Thora informs Sarkast. She grins at him, genuinely believing her words. Then, axe at the ready, she moves in and chops at the snake. "It's a dream of mine to fight a dragon. Or an aurumvorax! Or a bandersnatch! Or Tsathogga, the Frog God!"
She solemnly looks up at Sarkast. "I hate frogs."
"You're from Kenabres too?" Thora asks Ronan. "Didja ever go to that sweet shop? The one down by the - oh, you're, er... busy?" She looks around as Meriui and Rowena run off and, giving a slight shrug, she follows them, moving as fast as her stumpy little legs can carry her. She skids to a halt beside Rowena, axe clutched tightly in her hands, and looks around. "We seem to be moving up from cockroaches," she informs them solemnly. "Next, we'll fight a nest of hook horrors! And after that, a dragon." Thora looks downright enthusiastic about this idea.
Thora wipes bug guts off her axe with her fingers then realises what she's done. With a sigh of defeat, she wipes her hand off in the dirt then wipes the dirt off on her pants. She sighs again and tries to wipe the dirt off her pants with her dirty hand. "Were you on the roaches' side?" she asks Ronan huffily. "Tryin' to keep us from getting in to kill them. Humph." She casts a glance at Lord Horgus. "I see manners don't come included with fancy titles. Good to know," Thora mumbles.
"And this! This is for getting into my flour!" bellows Thora and hacks at the green bug. "Gotta get your grubby mitts on everything, don't you?!"
Thora swings at the blue bug.
"Or," Thora muses, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "We could skip a defensive line and just run and and hack 'em all up, really fine-paste like." She runs up to the edge of the grease and waits to chop into the first bug that gets close enough.
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