Call In Sick To Work, You Gotta Slay A Dragon

Michael

Scanning the armory for weapons, Michael sees one lone Katana among the swords, and picks it up. He grabs a crossbow from a rack.

Walking over to the armors, Michael grabs black body aror - most likely studded leather from the looks of it, and takes it with him? "Would u happen to have any black pants would you?" He asked. The wizard seemed understanding that they'd need new cloths so with a spell, transformed Michael's remaining firefighters suit, with black pants. Wearing nothing but his pants and holding his things, Michael put on his body armor and it hugged his muscle body. Placing the Katana on his back, crossbow at his side, and placing some shurikens on armguards Michael flexed his muslces.

Being very muscled dispite his leaness, Michael's muscles were very defined, but not to big. This outfit showed off a tatoo he had around his right arm.

"We may need to take some exprta supplies of weapons with us. " He said looking around for a bag. finding a kind of duffle bag, He grabbed a few oil flasks off a shelf and placed them in the bag. Getting a few daggers, grappling hooks, and some rope, he stuffed them into the bag. "I guess playing all those stupid Dungeons and Dragons games as a kid payed off!" He said laughing out loud.
 
Wiz

"Oh, man, don't remind me... I spent WAY too many hours playing that shit in college! Hey, speaking of D&D," and he turned to the wizard who had brought them here, "you got any clerics or priests who can heal? Maybe even bring back the dead? Not to be talking it up, or anything, but we stand a REAL good chance at getting hurt doing this, and I'm not even thinking about non-magical medieval medicine!"
 
I hate to hit everyone with this so unexpectedly, but I have discovered that SRP takes up way too damn much of my time. Too much time that I need to use for other things in my life. I sincerely apologize for not giving advance notice. You may write my character out of the story or give the character to anyone who wants it. I've enjoyed writing with all of you, but it's a bit too much work for me. Thank you all, and again, sorry.
 
Jeff

"D&D? Who plays that anymore? I thought that went away with bellbottoms." Jeff looked fairly confused as he said this, people could probably tell he hadn't been much of a gamer in his youth. "Anyway, I'm ready when everyone else is. I sure am glad I read alot when I was young. I'd be totally lost without some suspension of disbelief."

He chuckled a tiny bit and waited for the others to get strapped in to all their stuff.
 
OOC:CPR

Compress, compress, compress, breathe!
Compress, compress, compress, breathe!
Compress, compress, compress, breathe!
Compress, compress, compress, breathe!
 
OOC: So, so, sorry guys....I got into a really bad depression and just let things die off.

Lets see if we can save this sucker...can I have a list of all who would like to stick with this?
 
OOC: Wiz

Wiz is still willing to use his mad hacker skilz to save the day!
 
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