[DnD] Welcome to the Dungeon of Doom!

Motsognir had awoken some time ago, and was simply waiting for the opportune time to get up and join the fray. He was apparently somewhat more adept at blacking out and waking up in unfamiliar surroundings than the four nancies currently trying to knock over the little bone pile that the effeminate one had woken up. Clearly, these johnnycakes knew a fair deal less about warfare than his usual companions. Standing up and unsheathing his battle axe, he trotted into the donnybrook like so many times before.

Draws Battle Axe
Moves Forward
Warlord's Favor

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"That'll learn you," spat Motsognir, kicking the spoon cache haphazardly.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

"I, uh, I knew it was already dead. I was just... making sure it doesn't come back again, you know? I mean, it's done it once already, I don't think a little frost will stop it forever."

Nice cover, ol' Soggy. They'll respect you after that gem. I've got to get their respect back.

"In any case, it looks to me like we're in a dungeon of some kind. By the Hells, I should know after escaping from so many of them! Ahahaha!"

By the sweat of רמשנאל, this isn't going my way.

"Erm, I agree with the stout one, we should make for the stairs."

Oh Hells, they've gone off already without me.

Motsognir trudges up the steps after them, all the while trying to think of a better explanation.

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

Walk up to empty doorframe and wait to see if Argumentus is horribly killed in some way.

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

Examine cistern from a safe distance.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Seeing an opportunity to make up for his earlier, um, overenthusiasm, Motsognir turned to examine the apparantly fresh remains smeared at the base of the table.

"Hmmm," he hmmmmed, "Something's been here... something... dangerous."

He tried his best to sound official, poking the corpse a while longer and hoping he looked like he knew what he was doing.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Rats. Choose the rats. I can step on a godsforsaken rat, thought Motsognir, though he had no intention of sharing that preference with the other dwarf. He exhaled heavily with a grunt, doing his best to create the appearance of serious consideration. Roughly running his left hand through his beard, the Subgenius stared carefully at the south door, hoping something would influence the group's decision before he had to declare a propensity either way. He settled on a compromise.

"I'll go through any door so long as I don't go through first."

How ya doing, buddy?

Draw Battleaxe
Move next to Argumentus

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

I can't seem to hit anything! Motsognir thought desperately as he scuttled further into the fray.

Move to north goblin
Warlord's Favor

Jam it back in, in the dark.

It's about time! the Dwarf smiled to himself as the adrenaline started to flow. He charged the beetle, swinging his axe wildly.

Move to Beetle
Viper's Strike

There's nowhere I can't reach.

[I'm going to be gone all night, so...]

Second Wind
Finish Off Whatever's Still Alive, If Anything Is, With A Viper's Strike

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Motsognir The Subgenius was leaning, as subtly as he could manage, against the north wall of the kitchen, still dizzied from dealing what he believed to have been a devastating death blow to the goblin. He gathered himself up and straightened his back, so as to stand his full 4'8".

"Maybe now I'll get a little respect," he muttered to himself, strutting into the northern chamber. He drew in a large breath, readying to take the lead of the group, "Before we do anything ra–"


His kinsman and the slopehead had knocked in the northern door. So much for a leadership role, he thought, reigning in his intuition once again until another opportunity arose.

Move to northern door as fast as my little dwarf legs can take me

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

[I know it's not even close to my move, but I'll probably be sleeping by the time it is, and my options are a little limited...]

Oh sweet Moradin, I knew there'd be rats, but not these hells-spawned children of Incabulos. The thought whipped through Motsognir's mind like one of his throwing hammers through the eye of an enemy. He continued his charge north, knowing that when he eventually reached his foe, they would feel his axe.

North 5 Spaces

I was speaking idiomatically.

Finally, Motsognir had reached the battle. He was afraid for a moment that it might have ended before he could cross the room, but thankfully Moradin had seen fit to let him demonstrate his prowess agian. Running forward, he let out his most devastating attack.

Move to West Side of North Door
Bastion Of Defense on North Dire Rat

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Warlord's Favor to South Dire Rat, with possible benefit to Argumentus

FELIPE NO

Motsognir considered diving into the Rat Swarm, killing as many as he could, but remembering the magic woman's inefficiency with them, decided to disperse one of the larger creatures first.

South Two Squares
Viper's Strike on Dire Rat

How ya doing, buddy?

Speak Inspiring Words to Argumentus
Viper's Strike to South Dire Rat

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Motsognir positioned himself between Argumentus and the woman, swinging his axe madly as he walked before taking a low sweeping swipe at the swarm.

Move one down, two east
Viper's Strike

There's nowhere I can't reach.

As the rat-battle came to a finish, Motsognir had once again become enveloped in his ever-present struggle to present himself as a natural leader, and had spent the last several minutes in a rather strange vein of the shallowest kind of deep thought. It was then, quite a surprise when a giant, amorphous blob slunk it's way into the hall and began dining on Goblin remains. Self-pride at least temporarily overrun by self-preservation, Motsognir proceeded to get the fuck outta there.

Move to north room

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

"Damnation!" muttered Motsognir. He could hear womanly yelps in the distance. That blasted elf must have touched the ooze. He knew his kinsman wouldn't leave a woman in distress, and he couldn't leave his kinsman to finish the ooze alone. Shouting to the human, the dwarf rushed back through the south door.

Wake up Argumentus
Move To South Chamber

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

Seeing the effect of the paladin's hammer on the jelly, Motsognir decides it best not to create more enemies just yet, and sticks to helping his kinsmen.

Speak Inspiring Words to Gabriel

I was speaking idiomatically.

His unsureness regarding exactly what to do vanquished by Gabriel's near-deathblow to the northern jelly, Motsognir charged ahead, striking with his axe.

South one square
Viper's Strike

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Motsognir charged forward, hoping his vigor would encourage the woman.

Warlord's Favor, with bonus to Bob

FELIPE NO

Motsognir used the rest period to use his Heal Skill on himself, because it just seemed like the thing to do, and because his narrator did not have the time just now to say that he was doing anything else.

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

Motsognir, ever the heavy sleeper, was still rising from the night's rest. Deciding not to get himself killed before he knew what was happening, the Dwarf stepped to his companions, pretending he was there the entire time.

Two Squares North

Jam it back in, in the dark.