In heaven, where everything is fine...Yorinnsud realizes that he cannot stand for these horrible conditions the authorities of the Office of Order have put him in. He needs to find an appropriate authority figure. He needs to find the Five Gods!
[Search roll: 4]
He heads down a randomly chosen path, passing along several offices before reaching a very large and solid golden door. It seems to have a peculiar pentacle motif to it. Yorinnsud isn't sure why, but he believes that this door may lead somewhere important. Probably all the gold and pentacles.
In the company of looters...Luke attempts to finish off this awful bunch of ball-tossers with his trusty Sharkhammer! Go, Sharkhammer, go!
[Luke vs. Looter 3: 5+2 vs. 4]
Since it worked so well thus far, he goes for the kneecap again! The Sharkhammer eats it most thoroughly!
[Looter 3 endurance roll: 3]
The looter falls over bleeding and screaming! Well, he looks somewhat neutralized for now, if a bit noisy.
[Looter 1 endurance roll: 4]
The other looter, however, has somewhat recovered already and lets loose another attack in a desperate maneuver to defeat his adversary!
[Looter 1 magic roll: 4-
1]
Yet another spitball-sized projectile pierces Luke's torso. Really, man, stop that.
[Luke vs. Looter 1: 1+2 vs. 6-
2]
Luke laughs at the foolish mage and slings the hammer over his shoulder! Do your worst mage, and Luke shall weather it, for he is strong and the looter is weak!
The Sharkhammer has a different opinion on the subject, however. Not very good at subtlety, patience, or differentiating between flesh that needs eating and flesh that doesn't, it bites down on Luke's side!
[Luke defense roll: 2+
1]
Luke is pretty sure he has one less dead kidney now. And no spleen, either. Oh dear. He looks at his Sharkhammer with a shocked expression! The Sharkhammer, smug bastard that it is, just looks back and grins with its two rows of teeth that have bits of spleen and kidney stuck in them! Not cool, Sharkhammer!
Next to a plundered skeletal exhibit...Mark tries to hop back to the inn on his two legs, holding them up with his hands!
[Movement roll: 2+1-
1]
He finds himself to be totally incapable of hopping anywhere like this. Just can't manage the movements! With that being a resounding failure, he looks for something to help him attach his new legs to his body with!
[Search roll: 2]
There don't appear to be any tools in the area. How sad.