[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

Seeing the incredible damage the human was able to cause, Soggy calls out, "That's... what I like to see! Keep on doing that..." inspiring Argumentus to attack yet again.

Commander's Strike to Goblin D via Argumentus

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

"Way to swing, no swing," Motsognir grunted at Gabe, leaping towards the hatted goblin.

Move to Square North of skull-hat
Warlord's Favor, with attack bonus to Argumentus

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

Motsognir examined the dead Goblin's axe, on the offchance it might be magical or something. He was feeling a little inadequate after Gabriel's latest round of item-getting.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Soggy looked both ways, real careful like. "Now's your chance, Soggy. You can get the edge!" He awkwardly struggled the armbands off the goblin corpse, pausing on occasion to seem in control, only to have the big retard grab them from him.

"YES I MIND YOU TAKE, SLOPEFACE. YES I MIND!"

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir considered trying to pry his discovery from the human's arms, but eventually settled on slowly and repeatedly hitting his head against the west wall.

FELIPE NO

Motsognir, still somewhat dazed and angry from his run-in with Argumentus, begins to come to his senses, and realizes again that he is alone. He shuffles quietly along to the rest of the group, hoping they hadn't noticed his absense. He caught a small amount of the discussion as he approached, something about a McGuffin? He hurried forward, hoping it was of the glazed variety.

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

"All those in favor of ignoring the woman say 'aye'."

"Aye."

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir stood in earshot of the halfling, but well out of the way of the locked doors. He knew all too well what could happen when the others got anxious to break things.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Good, thought Motsognir, now that there's some femine competition, maybe the tall one will stop acting so damn huffy.

He followed the others into the next room.

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

Motsognir runs over to stand beside Gabe, ready to take on whatever's bubbling up from the south east.

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

Motsognir knew better than to charge into a horde of zombies. He made a wild run towards the lone wight to the southwest, striking just as he ran out of breath.

move to wight
Viper's Strike

I was speaking idiomatically.

"I think the technical term is 'a shit-tonne'."

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

"Ha! That'll teach him to get away!" Motsognir half mumbled, as he waddled over to stand just south of Gabriel.

FELIPE NO

Motsognir was slightly stilted from Gabe's ungregarious retreat. He thought they were going to stick it out like real bosom buddies. Ah well, fuck it he thought, and took a weak swing at the closest zombie before running after his dwarven brethren.

Viper's Strike on Zombie C
Sprint after Gabe down the steps

How ya doing, buddy?

Motsognir was completely and utterly confused. He ran back towards the zombie horde, taking a running swing. Getting his head straight and seeing that the taller woman was the worse for ware, he called out, "Hey lady! Uh, get your shit together!"

Move to square south of zombie H
Inspiring Words to Bob
Viper's Strike on Zombie H

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Sweet Yogsothoth, that was too close. You'll be out of it after another brush like that, Soggy, Motsognir thought to himself. Just remember what the shrink told you. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. "I CAN DO IT!" he shouted, hopefully confusing the deadites surrounding him.

Second Wind
Speak Inspiring Words To Myself
Viper's Strike Zombie F

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Motsognir swung a mighty swing at the closest Zombie, then ran like an elf. Away from the fray.

Warlord's Favor on Zombie H, with bonus to Argumentus
move to west side of room

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

Motsognir was totally sapped. Out of breath, he grudgingly pulled hiimself to his feet, and knowing there was nothing he could really do, he tugged on the human's sleeve and muttered, "Fuck 'em up for me, boy."

Commander's Strike: Argumentus to Zombie H

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

Motsognir wiped his brow, leaned against the nearest wall, and spent a whole lot of healing surges.

heal to full

I was speaking idiomatically.

Now pleasantly healed, Motsognir followed behind Gabriel, thinking that if Gabe made an important discovery some of the party might confuse them.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir walked over to the base of the stairs. He wasn't going to be last to a fight, for once.

FELIPE NO

Damnation! Last again!

Move into room
if orc is killed by Brigid, then just stay out of the way
if orc is still alive, use action point to move to orc and Viper's Strike it

How ya doing, buddy?

The new weapon; it was his. He... he got something new. It felt... wonderful.

drop axe and shield
pick up great axe
take a swing at that there wolf
Warlord's Favor, bonus to Gabe

How ya doing, buddy?

Another wolf! Aha! His new axe needed practicin'!

Go over to wolf
Viper's Strike

There's nowhere I can't reach.

"fuckin'... i'll show you a goddamned axe" Motsognir muttered under his breath, careful not to let Gabe hear lest he take him up on the offer.

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