Goodman Games

Brother Joseph the Zealot Cleric of Azi Dahaka (1) Stats Str 12 Agl 12 Sta 13 (+1) Int 12 Pers 14 (+1) Luck 11 Hit Points: 5 Reflex: +0 Fort: +2 Will +2 Magic Casting Bonus: +2 Spells Known By Level: 4 Level 1 Spells: Resist Cold/Heat, Holy Sanctuary, Paralysis, Detect Magic, Protection from Evil? ...

Jenkins rushes into the room. "What I miss?"

"Fear not, friends! I return to aid you!" The jester races back to the room.

[Jenkins Fort Save: 1--You know what? Screw it. The dice gods have spoken. I haven't rolled above a 5 in months. I give up. Let it ride. 2d6=7]

OOC: Thanks for the reminder. Jenkins burns 8 POINTS of luck to get his 6 to a 14.

[OOC: Oh, sorry. I thought I had to wait until after the monster.] Nothing, not even this demon from Hell, is going to stop Jester Jenkins from returning the spear to its rightful place. "Have at thee, foul beast!" the jester shouts and attacks the creature. [Jenkins attack: 5 + 1=6-Oh for...

[-1d is d16, yes? If so, Jenkins=1 (sigh) + 1 for 2, Joseph=17]
Joseph sees the unholy creature rise up before them. He looks down at the whining dog. He looks at the demon again.
"F**k that jester," he mutters and turns and flees the room. He heads towards the dungeon's exit.

Joseph scowls. "This damn jester is going to be the death of me." He sprints after the others.

Jenkins feels intense guilt. Xim was correct. How had he not seen that? Clearly he and his companions were ensorcelled. The spear had defeated the enchantment's power over him! The jester looks slyly at the others. Clearly these zombies would try to stop him from doing the right thing. But he, Jeste...

[Jenkins Will Save 6+5=11, my streak continues...]

(Ooc: hey judge, what's your response to Joseph's to use his herding skills and familiarity with dogs to lure the missing pooch from its honey hole?)

"Let me!" The jester takes off his cloak and wraps the spear up, carefully avoiding touching it directly.

Jester Jenkins and Joseph begin wailing on the halfling in an attempt to knock him out. "Go to sleep, dear prince! Dream of small, furry footed women!" shouts the fool, swinging his sword wildly. "Shut up and hit him, you idiot!" the herder yells, missing with his staff. [JJ to h...

[ooc: we could beat him unconscious...]

[OOC: My PCs don't have food. However, Joseph is a herder with a herding dog (who is outside I guess?). Can he use his skills working with his own dog to draw the dog out?]

"Hey, Short-stack! I'm exhausted. Why don't we all take a break before our inevitable deaths?" Jester Jenkins suggests.

Jester Jenkins and Joseph follow the obviously mad halfing at a reasonable distance.
"Ummm . . . Xim? You remember that there is a horrifying ooze monster in there, right?" the jester calls out.

Jester Jenkins lets out a high pitched scream at the reappearance of his comrades. Joseph stands still, mouth agape.
Recovering himself, the fool clears his throat. "Where . . . where have you lads been?"

OOC: That poor soul was Ragged Rob. He went to the big 0-level funnel in the sky. *takes off hat and bows head.*

Jenkins and Joseph creep quietly into the room, poking around on the floor with their weapons, looking for the trap doors through which their comrades disappeared.

[OOC: So Jenkins and Joseph are peeking into the room . . . the hallway continues past that room and onward?]

"So . . . should we keep looking for the dog?" Jester Jenkins wonders. Joseph just glares at him. The fool scratches his head.
"Perhaps we should go home?"

"Where the hell did everybody go?" Jenkins wonders aloud.
Joseph is silent.

Jester Jenkins and Joseph back away aggressively, going so far as to stand back in the hallway.
"Go for it, man!" yells Jenkins.

As Jester Jenkins rifles through Ragged Rob's pockets (and taking his thieves' tools and sling + stones!), Joseph goes to the edge of the pit.
"Ah-yup. How're we gonna get you fellas outta there?"

[OOC: I noticed that Joseph's trade good was a herding dog. Is the dog with us?]