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[Fenrir]

(OOC: What sucks: my strange mood, Zen Cursedtables going nuclear, or the fact that the last four posts have been entirely OOC?)

[Dark]

(OOC: I think Armok may be annoyed that we lost Feekincute, Zen Cursedtables kind of threw it at the Mutated Mole Captain.)

[Hawkfrost]

Roaringsoap the dragon has arrived!

He has DAM_BLOCK 6000000001, Size 753, and soap breath.
Everywhere he walks, the ground becomes lathered in foam and becomes slippery.


(OOC: COO-O-MBOOO BR-E-EAKKERR!

[Dark]

An ambush, curse them!

Feekincute bites Roaringsoap in the head!
The shot glances away.
Feekincute latches on firmly!
Feekincute shakes Roaringsoap around by the head!
A chunk is torn off and remains in Feekincute's grip!

[Hawkfrost]

Roaringsoap lets loose a deep booming laugh, fell and terrible.
He takes to the air, leaving a three meter layer of suds behind!

Roaringsoap vanishes into the horizon.

[Dark]

Leaving the soapy landscape behind, we find ourselves outside the ruined temple of some old god that nobody remembers.
Adventurers assemble!

[Armok]

Freekincute puppyeyes the mutated mole army in the eyes!
They go "Awwww... "!

[Fenrir]

(OOC: Fenrir cancels strange mood: interrupted by call to adventure. Have you a plan, Dark?)

[Armok]

Freekincute joins as team mascot.

[Hawkfrost]

Ingtak the dwarf axe warrior joins as a tank.
He has one-hundred healing potions strapped to his belt.

He is almost completely insane and obsessed with socks.
On his armor is a picture of a left pigtail sock.
He wears four socks on each foot, two on each hand, and twenty-four tied together as a cape.

[A_Fey_Dwarf]

Flammy McFlame the annoying 12 year old troll arrives.
He wishes to join the adventurers on their quest through the ruined temple as a thief.

[neo1096]

A Nanite Swarm with a group consciousness calling itself Urist has arrived.
It assembles itself into a Eagle-Man holding a glowing red axe named SkullPardons The axe menaces with spikes of nanite.

[Dark]

(OOC: Dark cancels sleep: interupted by dungeon master.)

The three adventurers strike the temple in the +«Steel Temple Doors»+
The shot glances away!
The three adventurers strike the temple in the +«Steel Temple Doors»+
The shot glances away!
The three adventurers strike the temple in the +«Steel Temple Doors»+
The shot glances away!

Feekincute pulls the lever in the handle.
It is pulled!
The lever trigger the +«Steel Temple Doors»+ in the mechanisms!
It is open!

It is dark and musty inside.
You can see nothing in the darkness.

(OOC: Fenrir, I only have a vague idea of what's going to happen, but it will be bloody! Lets see how fast I can run down those 100 healing potions!)

[Kashyyk]

Out of the darkness comes a swordsman!!
The swordsman joins the quest, out of gratitude for being saved.
He has iron plate and a very large two-handed sword.

[Hawkfrost]

Ingtak draws his axe Deepbleed and strikes the wall, cutting a huge gash into the solid stone!

All present stare in awe at Deepbleed, a black iron battleaxe with blood opal designs set along the side of the blade.
On it are pictures of socks in blood opal.
The flat side of the weapon menaces with spikes of black iron.
The handle is surrounded by rings of fire opal.
It is enchanted so that it can cut through anything, even a dragon's hide.

(OOC:Muahahaha! Let all fear my mighty blade of doom!)
(OOC2:And I told you he is insane!)