[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

Soggy was fairly annoyed. Not only were his legs still not working thanks to whatever was in ghoul drool, but his convenient human chopping block had scampered out of reach. On the bright side, the ghoul was now a corpsicle, so he could look forward to no longer being chewed on by an undead cannibal.

Feeling a little better, He shouted to no one other than himself "Come on Soggy! You can do it!", but upon realizing how pathetic that sounded he decided he should just hit whatever's in reach, and decided to take out his frustration on the beardy guard. That pathetic facial hair was an affront to dwarves everywhere. He was sure Gabriel would agree.

Inspiring word on self
Viper's strike on bearded guard with possible bonus to Gabriel

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir attempted to use the sheer thinking power of his intellect to command his feet to follow orders, but they remained disobedient and still. He looked down at the frozen corpse of the ghoul with an ever-growing urge to kick it out of spite, but then realized with anger that he couldn't accomplish that either. He settled for spitting on its icy remains, then for lack of anything better to do, turned and took another swing at beardo.

basic attack on bearded guard

There's nowhere I can't reach.

"It's a legitimate strategy!"

As he shouted he realized one of his feet moved. After a moment of dumbfounded staring at his boots, he yelled "I'm FREEEE!" He had a sudden urge to run around the room like a madman, but realized that he'd probably get a halberd in the back if he did so.

Noticing that the mage was on a roll, he yelled "Keep those icy blasts coming lad, I like my enemies on ice!" before moving up to deal with the remaining foes.

Inspiring word on Bob
Move two right
Viper's strike on beardo with possible bonus to Gabriel

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Nearly being decapitated had put Soggy back into a foul mood. At least that sad excuse for a beard had been dealt with. Now to do the same to the guard. Seeing an opportunity to flank the bastard (and put some distance between the Rogue and his pockets), Soggy instructed the Thief to shift up next to the guard, while Soggy would shift up-right.

Well, he tried to anyway, the neck wound made communication difficult, as everything came out as a bloody gurgle. He tried again with some frantic hand motions, and then went for it.

shift diagonally northeast
wolf pack tactics to shift Fescue north and attack now-beardless guard

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Soggy slowly slumps down to a sitting position against the wall to take a short rest and let the wonders of clotting take effect. He gurgles for everyone else to do the same, specifically pointing at Bob who is eying the charred doors with a look that Soggy does not like at all.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Seeing the Rogue also displaying more curiousity than a gravely wounded man should, Soggy grumbles and says "Oi, I wouldn't wander in there till you've had a chance to heal up, mate."

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir was feeling considerably better now that he'd had a short break from being nearly dead, which he sadly noted was becoming his standard mode of operation. He hefted himself up, slung his battle axe and shield onto his back, and proceeded to join the big fellow in the looting.

spend 3 healing surges
stow axe and shield
search for goodies to swipe from the dead guys

FELIPE NO

Soggy looked over the pile of equipment, but was unable to spot anything of interest. "This looks more like a job for the mage", he thought to himself before drawing his axe and shield and following the rogue into the office.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?