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A little looting now and then...
Prelude
Fazini and the surviving members of the 9th Phalanx stumble together at the end of the battle, "Sir, what should we do now" one of the surviving sergeants shouts over the roar of the storm, the sudden blizzard and Dragon fear had scattered the entire legion.
Fazini whipped his head back and forth straining to see a direction to safety, his gaze stopping only when one of his men points to the east, "Sir, I think there's shelter that way" just in time for the Yeti to appear from the swirling snow, snatch the pointing man up in both hands and tear his head free with one bite.
As the remaining Yeti move in from all directions Fazini's shoulders slump in defeat, "We are all fucked"
Sherak the devourer looks up from his throne as a multitude of candles leaps in flame, "Awake my children, we have visitors, and they smell so much tastier then that bear."
Frostfang kicks his way free from the pile of snow piled up by his thrown body, with a shake of his great head he begins to feel about in the snow for his huge crude sword while spewing out a constant stream of curses at all misbegotten exploding Behemoths.
With barley a disturbance of the windswept snow the nearly transparent dragon Blizzard settles to the ground and folds his wings "You know, striking a Behemoth full of firepowder explosives in the middle of a snowstorm might not be the brightest of ideas" The larger dragon continues it search without even looking up at its semi-visible cousin.
"Oh I say, the explosion must have made you deaf, I said that you are a moron, a idiot, a fool, and a outright absurd example of everything a dragon should not be. For a bent copper I would gladly hold your head under a pool of your own vomit and excrement, in short you are a as worthless as you are stupid and your poor timing blowing your self up has allowed the Legion the chance to retreat, for which I dearly hope that Winter holds for responsible and visits upon your head all of his wraith."
With a happy shout Frostfang lifts his crudely made greatsword from the snow and turns to Blizzard, "You done?" As the startled Blizzard jumps back, "Fuck y...; what's that noise?"
Player's Perspective
Many deeds were done this day, battles were won and lost. Within the ancient temple many secrets were revealed, but those within chose not to share them with any others for fear that the sharing of knowledge would leave them weakened before their enemy.
Experience and such
Name Base challenge Roleplay total Thing. Bipolar Delvin 1000 1265 280 2545 Gorunn the absent 0 120 80 200 Lectured kleptoes. Kormac Ironsides 3000 1265 360 4525 "This isn't a castle, its a prison". Lazurus the table dancer 1000 1265 320 2585 surly wood elfness. Slippery fingers Kedrin 0 1265 80 1345-level up Beating boss with a ugly grick. 5 chips to be split by players
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