Game Posts

Ryyrik spits on the corpse "Maybe now, you'll think twice about crossin' a dwarf; that is if you had the ability to think."

"C'mon, let's see what they've done to the place," Ulfren mutters, hefting his battleaxe and proceeding further into the mine.

Gunnar follows.

Ulfren checks the room to the side, trying to secure the area.

Ulfren grabs the bag and holds it out to Phineas. "Coupla bottles and some arrows," he grunts. "Don't know whose, but we'll look for labels 'nother time.

"C'mon. Blood's fresh and there's prob'ly more to beat answers out of further down." He starts to make his way down the hall.

Wrinkling his nose at the stench, Gunnar follows Ulfren down the hall.

Phineas holds the bag of mundane artifacts with reverence before placing them back where Ulfren fetched it, then follows the after the group.

Phineas hears the sloshing of the bottles as he sets them down, realizes they contain something, and decides to take a peek at the contents before continuing on.

Ulfren points towards the north and the unseen with his battleaxe. "Keep an eye out," he says to their sniper, Gunnar. He looks to the south and heads over to investigate. "We'll see what's down this end an' make sure no one's at our backs."

The barbarian spares a passing glance at the two southern-most doors, his attention more on the unknown area around the south corner.