[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

The dwarf sauntered up next to the mage while she muttered his spells and quirked his mouth to the side. He had been going to have a word with the she-elf, but it could wait. It never went especially well to interru- damnit. He suddenly went running back to the main room and, using the sunrod in his beard and the lowlight vision natural to his race, took a look for his throwing hammer. Last he'd seen it, it was flying at a hulking mass of pudding. If he found it, he'd grab it and run back into the now central room, readying to go down the hallway.

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

The dwarf blinked and looked over at the elf mage.

"Your doing?" His brows shot up as his lower lip jutted out thoughtfully. "Wouldn't have thought to try that, I'll be honest." He smirked and motioned at the big man to return his shield before he turned the corner. "Sounds like there's a few of them, too"

He chuckled to himself as he hefted his hammer, speaking in dwarfish as he glanced around the corner, noticing the race of the crossbowman. "Oi there, kinsman. We just got through killing all the big nasty things you were hiding behind that door from. You completely sure you want to be doing this? You got thrown down here same as us, I'd wager. Doesn't have to turn out this way. The big bloke here shrugs off bolts pretty easily. You sure we're done talking?"

He tugged on his bracers, readying to charge around the corner, preferably with his -shield-.

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

The dwarf sighed as the monstrous slow man ran off with his shield. Drawing his throwing hammer he stepped into the hallway and took three steps into its length before hurling the hammer at the dwarf with the crossbow, crying out to Argumentus as he did so: "Oi, lad! How many of them are there?"

He felt naked without his hefty shield, and the coming battle was certainly going to be a challenge. Kord would look on him with great favour, he was sure. Let them come. He would bottleneck them in this alleyway and send them all to the depths of hell. Should there be 3 or 30.

How ya doing, buddy?

"Well... try not to die, mate! We'll join you shortly!" It was the best advice he had at the moment, really.

How ya doing, buddy?

The dwarf sighed as he saw his new-friend spin off to the right of the doorway. "Bollocks," he muttered, and with a snarl he charged down the hallway towards the other dwarf, lowering his head and barreling into the table, attempting to hurl it with his stocky hands towards the dwarf, stuck as he was between the table and the whateverthefuckthing behind him. As soon as the table was flung, he'd draw his warhammer, holding it in both hands.

Charge forward
Fling table like WHOA
Pick up shield for GREAT JUSTICE and protection of my pretty face

FELIPE NO

The paladin laughed as the enemy dwarf began to weep, and then abruptly stopped when the elf swiped over his shield and clipped his beard. His eyes went wide, his jaw set and he slowly looked up to glare at the elf--but only after he'd watched the hair flutter to the floor between his feet.

"I was particularly fond of that tuft of beard. It'll be your ears for that, it will."

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

The dwarf grit his teeth as the blade bit the soft leather between the scalemail. Blood poured openly down his forearm as he gripped his shield tighter to keep it from slipping. He took a deep, shuddering breath and steadied himself; gripping the small sword sigil in his hand hard enough to leave dimples in the leather palm of his glove. He'd expected this. He'd rushed headlong into battle with Kord's divine will. He knew his god would not abandon him to this trauma. Not in this place. Not before he had a chance to devastate his opponents. To rend their flesh from their bodies and crush their bones to dust.

His eyes glassed over for a moment as he heard the clash of battle raging in his ears, and then with a roar he swung his hammer in a wide, sideways swath, sending it over the head of the drake and slamming it towards the elf's ribcage with the power of a freight train (were they invented yet). His hands guided by the will of Kord, he struck a blow meant to snap bones like twigs.

The smell of his blood mingling with that of friend and foe put a broad grin on his face. Without looking back towards the man, the Paladin laughed and roared at Argumentus: "YOU SMELL THAT? DO YOU SMELL THAT? BATTLE, SON. NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD SMELLS LIKE THAT. BY KORD'S BEARD, I LOVE THE SMELL OF BATTLE IN THE MORNING!"

Second Wind
Divine Strength
Paladin's Judgment on elf with healing surge for The Big Slow

How ya doing, buddy?

The dwarf muttered under his breath as the rogue dropped. He considered for a moment leaving him there to suffer an unimpressive death, after all, he had abandoned them several times. However, he had just dealt massive damage to their enemies and damnit, one doesn't simply abandon their comrade in the heat of battle. With a mighty roar he surged forward and reached down, calling out to Kord to channel his divine strength into this tiny, foolish rogue's body and bring him back towards the living. He felt the surge of heat run down his arms, and the second he felt Fescue take a breath he gripped his shield and readied himself for the no doubt vicious onslaught that was to come.

Shift forward
Lay Hands on Fescue
Total Defense

There's nowhere I can't reach.

The dwarf tightened his grip on the hammer, quickly deflecting the halfling's paltry attack. Looking around he found himself surrounded by enemies on four sides. He grinned broadly and spat a rather uncouth phrase in elvish, the only phrase he knew, towards the dual wielding warrior. Something about how his mother had mated with a dandelion. He then quickly lashed out at the elf with his hammer, aiming at his legs before shuffling backwards to press his back to the wall, clutching the holy symbol to his chest and feeling the rush of Kord's favour pulse through his body.

Valiant Strike
Shuffle backwards against wall
Lay Hands: Self

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

The dwarf looked down at his arm where the wolf had sunk its teeth in and he scowled. He didn't like things that bit him. It reminded him of his harpy of an ex-wife. With her constant nagging at him to stop drinking so much ale, and to engage in battle less in order to have more time for cuddles.

BUT GABRIEL SLEDGEHAMMER IS NOT A CUDDLER.

"I AM NOT A CUDDLER!" he roared, and promptly attempted to pin the wolf between his hammer and the wall. The strike finished he turned around and slapped Motsongir on the shoulder, shaking him as he grinned.

"My god, but I do love a good bit of the ol' ultra violence, don't you?"

Bolstering Strike on Wolf
Lay hands on Mots (no homo)

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

The dwarf watched the wolf become distracted by Fescue and he shuffled sideways, spitting into his hands and then swinging the hammer down at the Human's neck.

"Kord's will, I'm beginning to think the elf woman raised this group from the dead, the difficulty they seem to have with dying."

Shuffle one step over
Bolstering Strike at Hoonam Captain

I was speaking idiomatically.

The dwarf wiped his bloody hammer on the pelt of the wolf to clean it and then slung it up over his shoulder, grinning like a madman as he began to walk around the room, checking the bodies and then finally that decrepit old throne. (Most specifically looking for an upgrade to plate armour on the dwaf, if he had it)

"Well now, that was certainly bracing, wasn't it?"

He kicked the dead dwarf's body as he passed by it.

(Argumentus stands around and drools on the human's corpse)

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The dwarf leaned down and unhitched the armour from the now-dead dwarf, tsking his tongue lightly as he shoved his body over and lifted the Dwarven Chainmail from him.

"Well now, doubt you'll be needing this anymore, friend."

His own scalemail having been damaged in the fight, he quickly shed the armour and donned this newly acquired bit. Always favouring Dwarven engineering. He glanced down at the staff and then looked around for the elf mage.

"Oi. You there. Elf woman. Think this may be more your speed here." Though he made a point not to touch the thing.

FELIPE NO

The dwarf wandered back towards the direction they'd come from, picking up his throwing hammer and attaching it to the straps on the back of his shield once again. He then made for the far door, poking at the warhammer on the ground, but seeing as it was nothing special, he merely continued along towards the far door, taking a moment to grip his holy symbol and mutter a quick prayer of thanks to Kord for the boon of his newly had armour. Clearly his god was rewarding him for a job while done. He caught his breath as he adjusted the glowstick in his beard, slowing his steps and listening closely to the door as he approached it. There had to be a reason they were guarding this room...

If Gabriel below 23 HP, use a healing surge

Argumentus wandered around the room, looking to have had the same thought, when in actuality he was pondering if that oozy thing would have tasted good on toast. He thought it would. And so he drooled. Just a little. His hand ran across the walls as he hefted his newfound table-weapon. He liked tables. He liked throwing them at things, especially.

spend a healing surge if he can use the full thing
Search the walls for... doors, bricks, trees, rocks... Spike.

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

The dwarf scratched his beard and turned away from the door, heading back to the throne and glaring lightly at the elf before he looked back over his shoulder at the big guy with his diadem wandering around the room. His eyes slid to the thief trying to take things from the various party members.

"Oi, I'd be asking rather than taking, lad. The big fella is liable to crush your head if he finds out you took his things. It looks to me as if we need to have someone sit in that throne holding four different items. I'll wager it's the thief's cloak, the woman's stick, the big guy's crown.... huh." He looked around. "Anyone found a book?"

As if in response, Argumentus growled and gripped his table leg, glaring at Fescue.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

The dwarf looked over at the drooling monster hefting a hammer. Well, that doesn't bode well for the enemies, at any rate.

"Right. So I'm not the only one who realises we need a group of things to solve this little problem, then." He glowered as the thief continued prancing around. "Throw the elf your cloak before we decide to remember who brought that ooze down on us, lad."

There's nowhere I can't reach.

The dwarf stood next to the chair and then glanced between the rogue and the mage. "Right, so if she gets up does that mean the door won't open? Because if we have to leave someone, I vote we leave her. Ain't no place for a woman anyway." And with that he trudged off to stand next to the door, passing the rogue and muttering: "Seriously, give him the cape so we can get moving. I already miss the sounds of battle."

With that he took up residence next to the door and swung his hammer around to a more usable position. Just in case.

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

As the door shuddered and collapsed next to him, the dwarf waved his hand infront of his face to clear away the dust. Coughing and hacking, while secretly thanking Kord for not letting him stand directly in front of the door beforehand, he stepped over the slab and glanced down to see if he could see what had stopped the mechanism from working initially.

He called back over his shoulder, to no one in particular: "Oi then. Bunch of jokers guarding a trap door? Seems a mite bit suspicious to me." He glanced pointedly between the thief and the trap door, clearing his throat.

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

The dwarf grunted as he stepped past it, but not entirely too far along the way. He frowned and glanced back over his shoulder at Argumentus, gripping his hammer tightly. "Looks like someone didn't want to let us in. I wager someone is waiting for us."

He grinned and chuckled under his breath, tightening his hold on the heavy shield in his off-hand. "Well then, best not keep them waiting, eh lad?" And with that he slowly approached the trap door, listening for any signs of movement.

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The dwarf drew himself up, muttering in frustration and brushing off his dwarven armour. The light in his beard glowed dully as he called up: "I think I found the bottom!"

He used the light to look around where he'd fallen, rubbing his ribs sorely. They'd be bruised, no doubt, but he'd be fine. He kicked at the rusty blades lightly with a mailed toe, shaking his head at his own idiocy. Should have sent the thief first. They're good at finding traps. And holes. Then he chuckled. Evidently he was also good at finding holes. Mostly he kicked around seeing if there was anything interesting down here before the people showed up at the lip of the hole. He had a rope in his pack, he was fairly certain. And mostly he was just upset for falling prey to the simplest of tricks.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

The dwarf rubbed his head, still a little sore from his tumble. He glanced up when the big man called out and then reached into his pack while he yelled up. "That I do, Unreasonably Tall Human." Reaching into his pack, he pulled out one end of his heavy hempen rope and tied his throwing hammer to one end. Swinging it in a quick circle, until he heard the air hum, he flipped it up, deliberately to Argumentus' side so as not to whack him in the chin with the thing.

"Do us a favour, mate? Either tie it off or hold on tight. Climbing up won't be a problem. Not half as sheer as the time I scaled the cliffs of insanity with the man in black hot on my heels. Hell, I even have a giant again, don't I?" He laughed to himself and looked around to see if there was anything worth taking up with him.

FELIPE NO

The dwarf smiled his thanks to the big warrior but promptly wandered back--CAREFULLY--to the edge and let his beard dangle over the edge (complete with glow stick) to see if he'd missed anything. Who knows what had fallen down there and died. If there was nothing there he'd skirt his way around and take a gander down the trap door, poking as little of his head around the edge as he could.

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

The dwarf muttered and stood up, rubbing his ribs and growling under his breath: "I am going to kill that useless cunt." Taking a deep breath he checked to make sure he was all in one piece, the brief moment of rest allowing him to catch his wind and begin to ignore the pain present in his limbs. Stepping to the side, he noted that new Dwarven chainmail was truly sent by Kord. He glanced up and called out in a hushed tone to the elf: "Oi, woman. Bring me my rope and throwing hammer when you come down."

It was the least that bitch could do, really. When you thought about it.

Gathering his things, he looked around and squinted slightly against the suddenly bright light. Relying on his Dungeoneering knowledge he glanced around, looking for anything that might standout. And all the while he let his senses take over, feeling for the presence of some god other than his own. Old buildings like this were rife with ancient temples and rituals.

Healing Surge (Thanks, Shin >8F )
Search room for... stuff.
Seek out ooky evil god feelings

Jam it back in, in the dark.

The Dwarf wandered over and picked up his rope and throwing hammer, stowing them both after the boulder had rolled past. It reminded him of when he'd gone traipsing through that cave shrine with his cousin, Alfredrock Molinashield. Sure he'd turned traitor at the end, but it had been a rollicking good time while it lasted.

"Well, it wasn't the south door." He glanced at the mage as he brushed dust off his chest. "Care to take a stab at reading the westernmost runes?"

As he said this, he stepped out of the way of any direct lines from door to door.

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The dwarf shook his head and trounced up to the north door, gripping the holy symbol in his hand he looked around and gauged he had a one in two chance of getting this right. Though NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS etc... With a shrug he shoved the door open with the intention of pulling the lever. Kord favours the brave.

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