URTOAST Dungeon

So there we were, deep in the dungeon, not the same orc, and how we hate orcs, dungeon, but another dungeon, of the URTOAST variety, Pharris (Todd), Mad Algrim (Dean), and I (Finneas) were safetly behind a secure door, licking our wounds from another deadly encounter.
A beholder if I remember correctly, and a nasty one at that.

For those of you that are well read and have wondered how Finneas survived his apparent death at the hands of the infamous gun powder trap, he was transported I believe by Tensers Disc, and revived by a Priest for a hefty sum, which probably was just about the same amount of his cut of the treasures.

Todd, playing his man-at arms Pharris, as mentioned before, was under the employ of Mad Algrim, (Dean), and was guarding the mad magicians body whilest he was sleeping. Finneas of course had taken issue with the wizard's play that cost the party, well, some of the party, and left the remainder with doubts as to escaping the dungeon.

Pharris was a perfect match for his occupation, brawy of course, but he had a certain moral flexibility, that always made him popular amonst other players. Anywho, he had magic adornments that eliminated his need for sleeping, eating, and air, or something similar, and he wielded a repeating heavy crossbow, with nasty barbed, if not poisoned , bolts as a precursor to melee action.

Whispering as sneak thieves do, Finneas inquired to his pay for safeguarding the mage. Pharris replied in his quiet tenor, that it was half of the mage's share. It was probably a lie, but Finneas had his mojo working.

"Ah, I began, "you could get his WHOLE share, and perhaps a quarter of mine, if some ... accident ... would befall him."

Pharris bargained to a third, much to the lament of the sleeping, prone, soon to be sprouting arrows and daggers, sorceror. With a pull of a finger two bolts "found" its way into the soft flesh, as I backstabbed for damage of biblical proportions.

We looted his corpse as was our custom, and ended up making some coin selling his possessions that lead to several nights of drunken delights that are often spoke of but never witnessed.

We drank a toast to Mad Algrim, and boasted of his feats to those that would listen, and how he fell, facing a beholder that had slain most of his friends... save two.