The night started off rather inauspiciously for five of the dungeon's denizens, as they found themselves locked in a room full of treasure.
Confronted with such opulent wealth and the prospect of potentially being trapped forever, they did what any sane and reasonable folk would do: they turned on one another.
The horned halfling and the
half-starved werewolf both turned on
Throgg. Only the timely intervention of his
entirely too chummy friend (who pats a friend on the butt, honestly?) saved the Orcish barbarian from an untimely end.
Jason Maher is not dead. He is Throgg, Treasure Hunters Aligned Orc Barbarian.
In retaliation, the Orc's bodyguard cum lover (that's Latin, you perverts) lashed out and caved in the lycanthrope's skull.
cjrankin is dead. He was Gavin Tailor, Independently Aligned Werewolf.
The Paladin, unable to do a great deal, curled up in the fetal position in the corner and hummed the tune to The Crying Game.
It wasn't all bad news for the handsome lad, because his being locked in a room did stop somebody from trying to kill him.
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The Dragon, his target locked up with the treasure horde, did a great steaming pile of f**k all.
And thus ended a rather uneventful night.
