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Thoroar wrote:You put it there, you get it out.

Dog Pants wrote:Grimmie, can we have another map please?

You can indeed. I'm going off assumed positions due to all the mayhem that just ensued.

Thoroar's prodding goblins with his unadorned quarterstaff, and you're skulking around looking at bodies.
Thor and Orovan are proceeding up the dark corridor to see what they can find.
Glibberig's telling tales of his marvellous achievements.

<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/ ... 4.jpg">Map of progress</a>

FatherJack wrote:I'll have a look ahead, assuming it isn't too dark. Hope the rest of you stay reasonably close in case it gets fighty.

You proceed up the Eastern corridor with Orovan in tow, passing along the way several rooms full of rusted weapons, stores of food (mostly bloody carcases stripped to fleshy bones), rubble and stone from mining, and other miscellanea piled high against walls.

There's a turning up ahead to the north, and there seems to be light in that direction, and a little chatter.

Okay, I'll stop probing goblins and catch up with the others, strategically avoiding Glibberig.

I'l follow on, having a quick poke around the rooms I pass.

You can do a search check to rummage for a while, if you want.

I shall follow the others towards the other end - a bow in my hand and a swagger in my step.

Search:
Roll(1d20)+3:
4,+3
Total:7

Can't see shit Captain!

Yeah, you find a handful of copper pieces and a half burnt-out torch.

Anyone else can take a look if they want.

Search:
Roll(1d20)+5:
17,+5
Total:22

I searched the fuck out of that.

Nice. You rummage around for a minute and find two stoppered flasks full of clear liquid, they're un-marked.

Thoroar wrote:Oh, look, bottles of clearly magical magic stuff. I'm not sure what these are. Anyone want a sip?

I'll try to identify it as a potion.
Spellcraft: 10 + 7 = 17: FAIL.

I guess I'll take a drop then.

The drop burns like extra-strength vinegar, your tongue feels like it's on fire.

I spit it out as soon as I feel the burn, then attempt to stick my tongue to something cold nearby.

Thoroar wrote:Right, that's got to be acid. Could someone check if there's a hole in my tongue?

I think I'll hold on to this for now, it might be useful for... well I don't know, something.

There's suddenly a lot of shouting coming from just around the corner, a slamming of doors and the squeal of swine.
You all recognise the new voice as an Orcish accent, but even to Glibberig it's mostly indecipherable, just senseless yelling.

A pig comes barrelling around the corner and mashes its face between Thor's legs before weaving between the rest of you, scampering to the other side of the lair.

Thoroar wrote:DINNER! GRAB IT!

Glibberig in Orcish wrote:Cowards! Why do you send your women folk to fight?

The Orc around the corner yells back.

Orc wrote:Because you have sent your children!

Glibberig in Orcish wrote:I see, however, that you haven't sent your children. Can you not have any? Does your little Orc not function properly?

Ha ha ha! I bet all your Goblins laugh at you behind your back!

His winkie doesn't work
It makes the Goblins smirk
They laugh and point
At his useless point
And the women won't give it a jerk

Glibberig turns to the others to translate

Glibberig wrote:We're involved in diplomatic negotiations.

is the pig long gone?

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D&D Adventure #2: Green Shell Suit