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[silhouette]

*silhou pops into existance... or rather non-existance, runs up to kadzar, theifs the bag of wamblers and runs off shouting something about "FREE THE ANIMALS!"*

[Luke_Prowler]

Silhou's escape was cut shortly when he was beaned by a large chunk of masonry. It was hard to find something to throw in the featureless plane, but Luke found it. He grabbed the the bag of fluffy wamblers, then returned it to it's rightful owner. "Don't you hate it when that happens?" Luke asked as he sat down next to the coffee table, taking some of the fondue.

[Hungry]

"oh dear, my poor delicious wambers."

[Archangel]

Volos checks his watch then marks his page and puts both his books in his pocket. He gets up, walks over to the Crusader and hammers on his helmet. "I gotta go. Bye." He turns to the others. "Bye Armok, Bye Mission! Have fun!"

The Crusader says goodbye and Volos leaves.

[Phantom]

Phantom walks back up with a fully charged left leg.
"Hey guys, if you haven't heard there's this inn. I think it's called the Dragon Inn. An Ork, a guy impersonating Death, and probably Strife is there, oh and some kid with a barrel, plus a guy named Dan. I ain't going, with my work and all."
Phantom pulls out a bloody ice axe.
"Now, I have to do some business."

[Fluffy Wambler]

The sack of wamblers shifts under the table, and one stumble bumbles out...

"...feep?"

[Phantom]

Phantom hits the wambler with his Ice Axe.
"Never really liked those."

[Hungry]

*picks up the fluffy wambler*
"better not let it go to waste"
*eats it*

[Phantom]

"Hey my Ice Axe was still sticking out of it!"

[Fluffy Wambler]

The shock of the Ice Axe had shaken the ground, leaving a mark of pudge where the hapless wambler bumbled to its momentary freedom.  The nearby bag of tricks, left under the counter by its "rightful owner" shifted and slid open as unending hundreds of wamblers stumbled out in a cacophony of feeping.

"Feep?!"
"FEEPFEEPFEEPFEEP"
"Feep feep feep, feep!"
"Feeeee--"

[Phantom]

Surgeon comes into the room and burns them all to death with his patented napalm launching grenade launcher that is on his rifle.
"I SAID I'M TRYING TO WATCH BLOOD SHED!"

[Hungry]

*Pulls out a strange bath plug-shaped wind instrument, and begins playing playing a melody of wambler control.*

♫

"How do you think they got in the bag in the first place?"

[Phantom]

"Sir, they're all dead or burning."

[Fluffy Wambler]

The wamblers continue to bumble forth from the bag, now buried in a heaping charred pile of burnt fuzz.  Surgeon had only scorched the creatures in the building, along with all of the exposed food.  By now thousands of wamblers were outside.  Angry, voracious wamblers seeking the siren's song within.

"FEEP FEEP FEEP" *countless little thumps on door, windows and walls* "FEEEEEEEEEEP"

[Hungry]

*note we are outside*

*picks up bag*