Game Posts

"You could have warned us what was in here," growls Ulfren, his eyes boiling. He steps further into the room, giving Wuknit access.

Ulfren glowers, "Maybe from down there you have a better view. Do I look like I'm in the mood to argue?!"

Ulfren watches the transformation, then turns back to the drow. "So... you missed me, and you threw the wrong potion?"

He stalks towards the elf. "All that hair's getting in your eyes, so I'll just trim those bangs."

Wuknit mutters a few less savoury phrases in his native tongue and makes an odd gesture at the drow.

One of the statues was that of a bear standing on two legs, as if it were going to slam down onto something in front of it. As the figure thaws out of the stone, it finishes its slam, the dwarf and gnome feeling some reverberations in the ground as her front paws connect with the stone floor.

With a snarled maw, she looks left, then right, and as her snarled face transforms into a look of confusion (if a bear can muster that kind of look), she then relaxes her body. She sees a drow on the floor unconscious, as well as a fellow dwarf and another who seems like a friend. She puts her head down towards the dwarf and places her head into his free hand gently.

As the stone starts to melt away, a short and thin dwarf with a short triangular braided beard, gasps as he quickly comes to. After a brief moment he rolls to his feet drawing both of his weapons in a crouch looking at the rest of the room. "Who are ya, and what did ya do to me? By Moradin's beard you better start talkin soon and no more funny business if ya know what's good for ya!" Albiofer's knees are bent, slightly rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet ready to dive one way or the other at the slightest sense of incoming danger. As he's staring at you, a rather large spider crawls from his side under his dark cloak across his body to his shoulder and just sits there watching.

With a deep gasp for breath, Darion fills his lungs with air again. He takes a few stumbling steps but quickly regaining his balance. With his battleaxe high, and is warhammer low, he scans the area for the drow menace.

Yu! Wha did ye do to me?! Darion quickly joins Ulfren to confront, or beat up, the drow.

As more dwarfs seemingly materialise out of thin air Wuknit backs into the shadows. Angry, very angry he thinks to himself as he tries to hide whilst matters calm down somewhat.

Ulfren pauses as the large bear comes into view. The smell of her fur triggers an old memory, and a thousand images glaze over his eyes. "By Moradin's sweaty hammer," he whispers, "I recognize those teeth. Frigga, is that you? It's me, Ulfren Blackthaw, from Sundershield!"

As the fog of the waking up so abruptly starts to fade, she recognizes the dwarf in front of her, especially when she hears her name!

She tries to smile with her bear mouth, and she stands on her two back legs and waves hi.

Hannibal unleashes a string of barely-articulate swears as he swings wildly overhead with his axe. A few times almost landing a hit on whoever is closest before tiring and lowering his weapon in gasps. Looking around at the distinct lack of Drow and then over to Darion he asks, "Aye, we got them then?"