[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

Motsognir sprinted after Fescue as fast as he could, his axe drawn and ready for when his little legs would eventually reach the fight.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Move 1 Square East
Viper's Strike on Drake

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

Motsognir was still irked by his kinsman's decision to save the human, but now that the rogue was back on his feet, there was no sense in him staying weak. "Stop... being such a dick!" Motsognir shouted to him, hoping the words would lend some inspiration. With that, the dwarf leaped forward, striking at the elf with his axe.

Inspiring Words to Fescue
One Square East
Bastion of Defence on Elf

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"Hey, bigg'un, uh... chipper up!" The majestic words soared like angels to the ears of the human.

Inspiring Words to Argumentus
Viper's Strike on Elf

I was speaking idiomatically.

Heartened by the massive damage he had inflicted on the elf, Motsognir pulls himself back from his enemy's attack and swings what he hopes is a killing blow.

Second Wind
Viper's Strike on Elf

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir, still a bit heady from destroying the elf, leaped into Gabriel's footprints and swung wildly at the wolf.

Move to Wolf
Warlord's Favor on wolf, with attack benefit to Argumentus

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Viper's strike on that goddam wolf

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

Motsognir was internally ecstatic, and was visibly struggling to keep it internal, lest the paladin think him some kind of nancyboy. Wanting to seem productive, he examined the dead dwarf's equipment, hoping to find something more effective than what he had waken up with.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir, knowing enough to expect a trap of some kind, walked over to the side of the cabinet and struck at the padlock with his axe. Perhaps this elusive book would lie inside.

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Motivated by mysterious, probably imaginary voices, Motsognir throws the books from the cabinet at Bob one by one, hoping that one of them will light up that... chair-light.

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

As usual, Mosognir was lost in his own thoughts and oblivious to the sudden advancement to the new chamber. This changed abruptly with an uncharacteristic yelp from the Paladin. Wanting to seem like a trendsetter, the dwarf rushed down the hall and through the trap door as fast as he could, in the hopes that he could at least save face before the woman and the big human.

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

Motsognir takes a healing surge before Argumentus unleashes something ungainly

I was speaking idiomatically.

Motsognir, desperate to contribute something after not-helping-at-all in the puzzle room, walks to range and tosses a throwing hammer at the fiend.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir rushed in a roundabout way toward the mage, axe drawn.

Northwest one square, north three squares, east one square

How ya doing, buddy?

The ghoul had fucked ol' Soggy up most verily, but not enough to take away his battlelust. He gathered himself up as best he could and took a mad swing at the unconscious guard.

Second Wind
Warlord's Favor on guard

How ya doing, buddy?

Motsognir hits a man when he's down.

Second Wind
Viper's Strike @ prone guard

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Seeing the human and his fellow dwarf take rest reminded Motsognir just how spent he felt after the frays. Seeing the office was safe, he too settled in for some much needed rest.

How ya doing, buddy?

Motsognir awoke from his snooze to the sound of a distinct clank, rarely a good thing. Jumping to his feet, he readied his axe and made sure he wasn't standing in line with this fresh new corridor that had suddenly appeared. Hopefully the sneaking human would lead the way, but he had serious doubts on that front.

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

It looked like for all the Rogue's wanton not resting, there would be nothing to show. Motsognir put away his axe, walked closer to the others, and went to sleep, again. He was spent, and didn't really care if Fescue or the woman got themselves killed so long as he got a little rest.

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

Soggy awoke to the deep echoing rumble of Argumentus' rugged flatulence. Walking into the room with the statues, he glanced at the other dwarf, laughing internally at the ink glasses. Boy, he thought, someone sure got him good. Glad I have their respect. He chuckled under his breath and tried his best to assess the situation.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Not wanting to be last, Motsognir leaps down the tunnel after Argumentus.

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Frustrated by the crowdedness of the tunnel, Motsognir charged as far forward as he could. There was little else he could do.

FELIPE NO

Motsognir jumped up and down, but still couldn't even see the enemy. "Oh well," he thought, "Here goes nothing..."

He charged through the woman's legs, leap frogged over Gabriel, and barreled through Fescue, arriving in front of the stirges. He swung his axe wildly, then tried to help the felled human.

Viper's Strike
Spend Action Point
Heal Argumentus

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

Motsognir did his best to stumble past Gabriel and the thief, and popped out of the corridor only to see a new enemy had arrived. He drew his axe. He felt like chopping.

Move to square west of Bob
Viper's Strike on Goblin

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir was sick and tired of the giant mosquitoes. The goblins could wait.

Step forward
Viper's Strike on Stirge

There's nowhere I can't reach.