"I'll cut them limb from limb!" yells Ramrod, rushing Tharandir the elf. The barbarian don't like elves.

"You won't push me around!" Wulfhart tries to smash a chair over Wulfhart's head!

Growling, Wulfhart swings an uppercut trying to crack Stormbrow's jaw.

Wulfhart has had enough of being bullied. He's a warrior of the North, gods damn it!

He swings a left hook at this Stormbrow.

Wulfhart , The Keep "Thank you Albertus for your divine healing," says Wulfhart. "Now let us drink." The fighter enjoys the tavern's many entertainments. He eyes a wench. He takes his portion of the loot. Raises his cup. "To killing goblin scum!" "Let us not forge...

Wulfhart moves quickly along. He looks forward to sitting down to a tankard of ale, a good meal and warm bed.

"I look forward to it!" says Wulfhart gruffly. "If we weren't injured, I'd stick my sword up his arse. And he'd probably like it!" ha-ha-ha! he laughs loudly.

Wulfhart's hand is casually on his hilt. He steps to the side and in front of Eli in hopes of obscuring the elf. "Hail and well met!" he says with a forced smile. "We travel back to the Keep after some unprofitable exploration of the Caves. Good luck in your travels." Wulfhart m...

Wulfhart the northern warrior listens to Albertus and nods.

"Or we can go down the road, meet and join the caravan, and surprise the ambushers," offers Wulfhart.

"Too much hiking going back to the Keep," grunts Wulhart. "Let us rest nearby and get back to killing evil."

"You'll not get away from us you gods-damned hobgoblin!" yells Wulfhart as he leaps over the dead goblins and swings at their leader.

"Why wont-" - hack - slash - "you die!"

Wulfhart rages as he continues to be parried.

Wulfhart sword [1d20+2] = 6+2 = 8, dam [1d6+2] = 2+2 = 4

"I'll see you in hell!" Wulfhart pulls his magic short sword, thinking its enchantment may help him strike true.

"Die goblin scum!" snarls Wulfhart, bringing down his sword on the creature before him.

Wulfhart Asgeirsson, fighter

"I fear our little friend might be in trouble. So much for discretion, the sneaky man has probably seen us anyway!"

That said, Wulfhart confidently walks to where Boddin went, sword at the ready. With a gesture, he invites the others to follow.

Minos Torak "I'll be fine, honey, I just need some ale and some rest close to you." The bulky warrior sits down with the others, curious as to what they decide to do next. (OOC: forgot Minos is on the run... So yeah, maybe we should leave Blackspell in the near future, wherever you want to)

Haven't read Damiane's thread, obviously, so maybe she will have learned something interesting. I also remember you mentioned arena masters were looking for tamed creatures, that could be fun too. (my vote would be on this for now)

Wulfhart

The fighter realizes he has been hit by a malicious goblin and immediately retaliates.

"How dare you, little creature?"

[1d20+1] = 13+1 = 14
[2d4+1] = 5+1 = 6

Minos Torak

"Nice job, my friends. Now, urgh, I think you might put me on this sled too, I don't feel so well. Let's get back to Blackspell, I need some rest between the arms of my wench!"

Wulfhart, fighter

Even though he thinks these foes are not worthy, Wulfhart attacks without mercy.

[1d20+1] = 13+1 = 14
[2d4+1] = 6+1 = 7