[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

Motsognir moves one square northwest. "Aha! The slopehead lives! Hit him again!" he shouts, happy to see his companion once more.

Commander's Strike

I was speaking idiomatically.

Motsognir layed his axe into the soldier again, then gingerly stepped away, fearful the dragon might finally rear it's ugly head.

Viper's Strike
Shift NE

How ya doing, buddy?

Motsognir was not about to wedge himself into a stairwell with an enormous dragon. He placed himself strategically, waiting to draw the dragon into the open.

south three squares, east one square

FELIPE NO

Motsognir had been waiting for this moment all day. He took a step towards the Dragon and unleashed his most impressive looking strike, inspiring the human and the little lady to keep up their defenses, then dodged back, wanting to draw the dragon into the feminine one's magical wiles.

one square NW
Bastion of Defense
Speak Inspiring Words to self
ACTION POINT ---> shift away from dragon to original position

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

Motsognir was fiddly, ready to get at that dragon sunv'bitch, but there... there was no room. He couldn't even get the attention of the two brutes to make them take another swing. He tried everything, tugging on their coat-tails, kicking at their heels, but it was useless; they were bonded by blood to that wretched thing. About to give up, a ridiculous idea came to ol' Soggy. "That's it!" he thought. "This will get me in the good books!" The thought came to him that it might also fail miserably, but if that was the case, only the women would see, and he'd given up on women-folk a long time ago.

Two Squares south, one square west
Use Staggering Great Axe power that pushes thing around
Hit stone wall above dragon really hard, making rocks fall onto prone dragon
please don't fail miserably

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir sees the dumb one's pain, and tries to get the acid off him. Then he remembered there was a dragon, and hit it with his axe again.

Help Argumentus Shake It Off (no gay stuff hur hur)
Viper's Strike

There's nowhere I can't reach.

While the women prepared his food, and the other two warriors gazed at eachother with homoerotic lust, Motsognir took a moment to sneak back into the dragon's lair and help himself to the gold lying in the corner.

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Motsognir didn't really care if he picked up things that were especially useful, he just wanted to finally pick some things up. He took the Chainmail and 200 GP, stuffing it in his bag before the big one had a chance to take it like everything else he found. He also picked up the chalice, figuring the lizard-men might trade him something nice for it.

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Motsognir, as always too sheepish to wander off alone, had been waiting for someone to start back to the Kobolds. He waddled along behind the dumb one, thinking about what they might give him for bringing back their candies.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Motsognir kept quiet, waiting to see how the things reacted to intimidation and diplomacy.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Learning of the candies new ability, and the apparent unwillingness of the Kobold to give him something magical for it, Motsognir took out the cup of candy and gave it to Argumentus to hold, figuring he'd be least like to die in an explosion, and also that he'd appreciate holding something shiny.

FELIPE NO

walks back down to the basement, shaking his head in confusion

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

Motsognir doesn't really understand why everyone is still fucking around with the lizardmen. He grabs a handful of the dangerous candies and goes down to the Dragon's cavern. He does some quick maths and put the candy in the place where an explosion would work best. He drinks his canteen dry and fills it with dragonblood, since there would be plenty left, because the dragon was pretty big and we just killed it like a few hours ago. He puts the canteen, lid removed, by the candy, then stands a safe distance away and throws a rock at the canteen. He repeats this process until the acid blood falls on the boom-candy, then he leaves the cave, and goes to find a brothel.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir puts his arm around the little fellow, pushing him away from the others, and mutters quietly to him, occasionally making rude gestures with his hands and raising his eyebrows suggestively.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Motsognir stumbles along behind Gabe to the little armory, looking to waste some gold.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO BUY?" he asks, loudly.

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

"Your basic Plate armor, what kind of defense are we looking at there?" Motsognir asked, thinking himself a great negotiator.

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

Motsognir did not like this shop. They did not cater to his whims. He walked around, looking for something... cheaper.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Motsognir wasn't terribly impressed with this town. He bought a new flask to replace his exploded one, and picked up a grappling hook and another 50 feet of rope, hoping his secret acrobatic studies might pay off in the future.

How ya doing, buddy?

Motsognir was fairly interested in the Cavern Exploration & Research notice, but damned if his companions were the sensible type. The next least dangerous, he figured, was kicking hoodlums out of a wizard tower.

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