The Den of Terror

I hold one of the larger leaves by the bottom, and light the top of it as delicately as possible. Using the light I search for sticks and twigs and such, using small flame on a slowly burning leaf.

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Orga:
The All the members of the party appear to be accounted for, even Kolby. You also manage to find the healer's gear in your pack, since you picked it up earlier.

Nik:
You manage to find a small amount of twigs scattered about on the ground, but not much of the wood here seems to be dry.

I walk up to Nik's elf and pull out my torch. "I think this may be useful." I say, lowering down for him to light.

You mean your flashlight. A torch is an electric thing with batteries. Right Jeebus? =P

Hey if you want to give me a flashlight...

I want to give you a fleshlight. Does that count?

Spoiler:

I don't want a sex toy and no, I know what that is... unfortunately.

...After Zak's comment I'm definitely not googling it.

OOC: Oh relax. Zak was just trying to save you kidding. Go ahead and Google it. Would I ever steer you wrong?


"Found it!" Wat says as he brings the healer his armor.

The healer nods in thanks, and re-equips his gear, dons his armour, and starts preparing his spells for the day. Like you do.

I get up, throw down a little freestyle rap to get my vocal chords going and stretch "Well, while I did only say i'd accompany you to meet your friends your quest intrigues me. If I may join you I would be greatly appreciative."

That is some awful wrap! It doesn't even rhyme, dawg! =P

Errwick notices you (ie Jeebus) for probably the first time.
"Errwick is not believink he is beink introduced."
He offers a loose salute.

It was in ironic rap. I appreciate my irony.
I offer a salute in return to Errwick "Mordecai. Pleasure to meet you"

Suzy finally gets awake and looks out her bedroll, all bleary eyed and yawnful. "Hmmnnnnn...When do we get going?"

"Maybe when we've eaten. It might be good to get food in our stomachs before we tackle this dungeon." I say, still waiting for the elf to get my torch lit.

"Summon say sumpun 'bout food?" Wat said, his ears perking up, figuratively, of course. "Oi'd kill fer sum rowsted rarebit!"

"Oh, talk about something else," Leilanad said agitatedly. "My stomach can't stand a false alarm when it comes to food."

50 PAGES!

Oh god. Now we're all saluting each other. It's becoming a small army. What have I doooooooooooone!!! =P

The halef alef apparently continues to not light your fleshlight. =P

Orga... attempts to summon food? =P
(Yes Orga, I do know what you actually said. But I will deny it to the death. =P )

Eighty Three pages is where we start celebrating. That's the point that breaks the forum.

Also, Rarebit is grilled/toasted. Not roasted. Get it right. =P

OOC: what the fucks a rarebit? He wants rabbit!

" 'ere." Wat gets up and lights Sher's torch. "Blo'y useless alf-aleves"

"Thank you, my good sir." I say, standing up and pointing the torch at him.

Rarebit is some kind of British food that Dylan either loves to death or hates vigorously. He's said things that seem to imply each.

Which one I'm going with
<10 Love
>9 Hate

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Welsh Rarebit is Grilled Cheese on Toast to Americans. My opinions on the subject vary wildly, but since I now live in Wales, I feel obliged to claim that it is, in fact, the best food in the world.

Errwick comes and stands with the group by the warm glow of the flaming fleshlight.

"Errwick would like to be joinink you in your eatinks."

"Why of course." I say, pulling out the mounds of gypsy food we have from my stocking of holding.

Wat takes some of the food. "Ulroight, but wat eksactleh r way gunna dew? Way juz gunna go bustin in, layin' daown da laaw?"

"Well, considering how the last recon movement went... We need to find out all the entrances, scout out the ones that are least defended and attack that." I say, chewing on a piece of chicken.