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Karl will stand ready in case he is needed.

"I wish there was something I could do. Let us get this thing and get home." Karl stares at the crown not with longing, but with hope.

"Rope is not among our lost of ever dwindling resources. We make do with what we have, no more." Karl answers when he has recovered his composure. "Walk it for a short distance, I will remain. Hmmm, Lady MIra, the strap on your Lute, we could tie it to a belt, and every other item we ...

"I fear, while I am stronger than some, I am somewhat lacking in that area. I would suggest we tie a rope to you and you walk across the chain, but alas, we are without." He shakes his head and reaches out a hand for the Bard, hoping (and a little nervously) that she will take it. So he kn...

"It is good to hear you are well Lady Mira, I cannot fly either, but I believe we can work together to resolve this." Karl moves towards the sound of her voice.

Well, he was well and truly lost now. Lighting the single candle he had with the flint and steel he Walks in a direction he considered to be straight on for exactly 100 hundred paces, leaves a copper piece and then turns around, heading back towards the candle, looking for its light.

Which direction does the stone go? (Ie if Pyros and the others went on, could he go after them?)

"Lady Mira? If you can hear me, I need you to come to my voice." Karl calls out, hoping she hasnt walked or moved too far, the Kender he knew would be somewhere.. Gods he could be anywhere.

"Allow me to enter next, I did not wish for them to enter before me." Karl requests, "I will ensure it is safe."

(If no one stops him, he will enter, shield up and sword ready)

"If my Honour is my life, and I am my honour, would my blood make my life?" He takes a step towards the statue, dropping a few drops of blood into each hand before he steps back.

I think I have it, but how to figure out how Karl would work it out.

"Place your life in my hands?" Karl repeats, his Honour was his life, taking that literally how could he place his honour in this things hands? His sword? No, his sword protected him. "My honour is my life, I am my honour.." He felt he had something but couldnt quite.. pausing to...

Having quite enough of these abominations, Karl strikes with his mace.

Mace Thaco 13 [1d20]=14 [1d6+1]=5+1=6

Carl swings his mace once more, the weapon barely managing to damage it

Mace Thaco 13 [1d20]=9 [1d6+1]=1+1=2

Mace Thaco 13 [1d20]=18 [1d6+1]=2+1=3
Mace Thaco 13 [1d20]=3 [1d6+1]=1+1=2
Mace Thaco 13 [1d20]=12 [1d6+1]=1+1=2