Professor Flitwick

Thothwick, hearing the explosions from the Septrine Quarters, leads his group back into the eastern hallway.

Thothwick and William continue running down the hall, towards Atramor.

Thothwick and William continue down the steps, and through the hallway, towards Atramor. "Let us make haste, chaps, we're almost there!"

Thothwick surveyed the battle, watching as hero and villain filed left and right. "It would appear Lady Wren's received the chaos she's craved." "May his luck guide us all, my dear elf maiden." "Whilst I can't be sure this is all we'll face, I suggest we assist our allies, by moving down the stairs into the corridor below." William mimes his approval. "Mr. Harkenshire will do the same as I, and moving down the stairs into the corridor below."

"Firstly, Mr. Skrall, please accept my thanks for doing this. You certainly are quite the tactician. Secondly, it should be known, before the teams are decided, that the unfortunate Mr Harkenshire here-" Thothwick gestures to the Ranger to his right. "Will be AFK for the foresable future Had his lips frozen shut by the icy air that accompanied the Chimera, and needs to have somebody else decided his actions for him has to pantomime his actions to other members of the group, who in turn must decipher what he means to do. Is there anybody who needs to be controlled by another player with a similar malady in the other groups?"

"Aha, divvying up the loot, uh, how does this sound, fellows?" "As for electing an over-arching party leader, I - at the risk of sounding rude - would like to nominate myself 'not it'! As my Party can surely attest, I have difficulty juggling five heroes, Orang Pendek only knows what a kerfuffle I'd cause with this many!" OoC: Zepher, you've listed my Sabre and Shuriken as poisoned. Seeing as my Sabre hit someone last round, and my Shuriken didn't, shouldn't only my Shuriken still be poisoned?

"No, Witch, stick to healing Mr. Phil. Mr. Tarn is correct, I should attack from the front row instead."

"I'm not sure what Mr. Harkenshire has done, to fall so far from Orang Pendek's graces, but it must have been bad... Regardless, I shall attack Rogue Lion Commander B, from the back row, with my Sabre!" Battle Order Atramor Gibbin Tarn Valco Thothwick Phil Nyx

Thothwick winces repeatedly in pain from the electric shock. "P- perfectly forgiveable, Ms. Nyx; I- I'm positive it was un- unintentional, and I shall hold n- no ill will towards you. I appreciate the ef-effort! I shall at- attack Rogue Lion Commander B, from the back row." William gestures once again, this time contorting his entire upper body to indicate his attack. "Mr. Harkenshire intends to repeat his at- attack!" Battle Order Nyx Atramor Gibbin Thothwick William Harkenshire William Harkenshire Tarn Valco Phil

OoC: Battle Order Atramor Gibbin Nyx Thothwick William Harkenshire William Harkenshire Tarn Phil

Upon being revived, William once again frantically pantomimed his attack. "It would appear that Mr. Harkenshire... wants to attack from the back row... using his repeating crossbow... against Lyons and Rogue Lion Knight Commander B? I think. I really was terribly fond of charades in my youth, but it would transpire that my skills have become lax of late."

"Is this it? Has Orang Pendek forsaken me? Hmm..." "I shall attack Rogue Lion Knight Commander B from the front row, with my sabre. I shall post the battle order, once we have decided upon whether or not to revive Mr. Harkenshire."

"Has Orang Pendek forsaken us? We can only carry on, and hope he returns to rouse our luck! I shall attack Rogue Lion Knight Commander B from the front row, with my sabre!" Battle Order Nyx Atramor Gibbin Phil Tarn Valco Thothwick

"Please don't say you've forsaken me, Orang Pendek! Please, bestow your luck on me as I attack Rogue Lion Commander B from the back row, with my Sabre!" William waves his arms frantically, this time incorporating erratic nose waggles into his gestures. "Looks like Mr. Harkenshire wishes to repeat his attack... I think?" Battle Order Atramor Gibbin Nyx Tarn Phil William Harkenshire William Harkenshire Thothwick

"I shall attack Rogue Lion Commander B from the back row, with my Shuriken!" William signals frantically with his hands. "Hmm...? Oh my! It appears Mr. Harkenshire's lips were frozen shut, during our encounter with the chilling Chimera. From what I can ascertain, it looks like he wants to attack Lyons and Rogue Lion Commander A from the back row, with his Repeating Crossbow. Anybody else have any suggestions as to what where he should is trying to say he should attack?" Battle Order Atramor Gibbin Nyx Thothwick William Harkenshire Phil Tarn OoC: Sorry I originally posted with the battle order/VP's actions. The fight against the Chimera had me only giving my actions, and I guess the method just stuck.

OoC: No worries from me, CMP; I'm dreadful at these battles, so I don't mind if someone takes charge. "Hmph. One should never trust a witch! Hope this plan goes better than previous one to wipe out the Pikemen. I'll heal Mr. Harkenshire from the back row. I hope he thinks quickly, and attacks Rogue Lion Pikeman A and Rogue Lion Pikeman D from the back row, with his repeating crossbow! Battle Order Thothwick Atramor Gibbin William Harkenshire Nyx Tarn Vaclo Phil

"You certainly have an affinity for planning effective attacks, Witch. Very well, I shall throw my Floral Bomb from the back row. I advise Mr. Harkenshire to throw his Bomb XX from the back row, and suggest that Mr. Tarn do the same with his bomb." Battle Order Nyx William Harkenshire Thothwick Tarn Valco Phil Atramor Gibbin OoC: As per usual, suggest changes where necessary. OoC: He isn't; he's in Hong Kong, I believe, and I don't think he'll be back in time for the end of the Quest. Don't worry, I'll control him the best of my abilities.

"My dear lady, know that despite our disagreements, I raised no weapon against the late Ms. Constance. If you'll allow me - the lone member of my party innocent in the downfall of that poor woman - I must get to the Emperor! At the very least, you must impart this message: He is in mortal peril, and must leave the market place for the relative safety of the palace immediately!"

After hearing of the impending troubles soon to befall the market place, Thothwick franticly applies poison to both his Shuriken and his Sabre.

Thothwick, thinking of the unfavourable of the torturous methods that maybe about the unfold should the interrogation prove fruitless, stood back smoking his pipe. When the unseen entity whispers in the cell, Thothwick glances at his fellow heroes, and takes a few tentative steps forward, to try and see who the familiar voice belongs to.

"Well, Mr. Tarn, Mr. Harkenshire and I vanquished the dreaded Chimera - a fearsome beast that chills the very area around it, shrouding itself in an veil of mist - with the help of for other heroes of Heroica, and a young dragon. It was a close battle for some, but Orang Pendek guided me, and the Chimera didn't even scratch me! It appears my visions and warnings have stopped, now that we have helped alleviate Dastan of some of it's troubles."

Thothwick winked back at Phil. "Your weapons hold many memories, Mr. Phil. Try not to dust them off." Thothwick turned to Tarn. "So, Mr. Tarn, what tasks were you tasked with, once you departed our company?"

"Huzzah! Looks like the mist will soon join it's maker! I'll attack the mist from the front row, with my Sabre!"

Well done Hinck, you're on your way to becoming an excellent Flipz; you spoke too soon and revealed another scum member!

"I'll attack the mist from the front row, with my Sabre!"