OOC:

"I has killed the more goblins!"
"No I are the bigger goblin slayer!"

*Shakes head*

ooc: the axe blade on a polaxe is only about two inches long.

Argriv saw the ogre, and one thought, and one thought alone was in his mind. <Run!> He turned and went in the other dirrection as fast as he could, forgetting everything around him <Damn them and this stupid quest! I don't need any of this! I don't care if I never make another cent in my life without losing it. I'm outa here>. No sooner had these thoughts gone through his head than an arrow slam itself into his right arm. Argriv looked down at it as a wave of dizziness passed over him. He put one finger to the wound then licked the blood, and spat. "Poison." he looked up at the goblin bowman standing several feet off with a look that somehow conveyed that it thought that this was a taste of Argriv's own medicin. "Not a very good one though," he said before he lost conciousness.

OOC: That good enough for anyone?

An arrow bounced off the pauldrons of the dwarven armor. "Archers!" The dwarves ran for the cover of the taller warriors.

Argriv stirred... Looked up to see the dark monk. "I think its Nethale Poison," he said drearily. "I have an antidote in my pack." then drifted back into sleep

It was bitter. But Argriv knew the taste. Slowly, he felt strength returning to his limbs. He still was weak. Of course he felt weak, even if it hadn't been poisoned, he had just been shot in the arm. Argriv sat up and began scanning the battlefield for Zorah. He could use a healer about now.

"Hey who's the noncom?" Peter asked James refering to Zorah. "No idea." James replied "Probably a healer."

OOC: Well it's good to know that everyone seems to have medical training, and can even figure out what poison they were just injected with and have the cure already made...

OOC: I said I tasted it and spat, and am a certified poison expert (including antidotes). that's the extent of my abilities, and I don't intend to expand upon it.

IC: "What did I do? I considered about abandoning the quest, is what I did. Damn wizards and their damn curses. Now where's that healer, I'm useless to anyone until I get this arm fixed."

OOC: My guy is making potions, I pointed that out a while ago. There is no point in my repeating that he is still doing that. And maybe the battle is boring because it's just you two, and no one else has even been on so far. It's called waiting.

Edit: And I'm not sure I want to know what kind of idiot learns poisons by tasting them...