Perfect.
I tug the thief’s body off of the spears and heave it at the sarcophagus. We’re gonna get some mileage outta this one.
Standing at the back, shaking my flask to see how much brandy is left.
Hey, rear guard is an important position, you know!
Hey, Ferrous, pass me some of that brandy, will you?
The Cleric Prays----“OH! MIGHTY GODS! What do I have to do to get out of this chicken outfit?”
The Gods reply—“Tell the thief to shutteth his yap, for he begineth to sound like Woody Allen.”
Praise Be!
adjusts cleric’s robes
approaches CelticCowboy’s prone, motionless form
chants for hours
helps the newly ressurected thief sit up
There y’go, buddy! No need to thank me, I’m just happy to help!
vanishes in a puff of smoke
I goose DemonSpawn with the tip of my longsword while (s)he’s peeking through the open door. Then I point to Ferrous when (s)he looks up.
Y’all better be playing one of the versions with the monk, is all I’m saying.
It’s about time we started to get moving.
::chants contingency spell–stone skin, on sight of enemy::
Throws dagger back to the Theif. I hope he can catch.
Pretending not to hear anyone asking for some brandy…
Okay, let’s move people! I’ve got your back!
My 25th level anti-paladin/ninja pulls out his +6 defender and looks for quantum mechanics.
My cleric (dedicated to St. Cuthbert the Unsavoury), brandishing a heavy rock in one hand, rolls his eyes and follows Bosda’s cleric suspiciously. . . asks Ferrous the warrior for a swig, the greedy bastard.
~says a small thank you that there’s at least one god I haven’t pissed off yet, catches the dagger and looks longingly at lno’s back~
Aw, I was just foolin’! I knew you wouldn’t STAY dead. The cleric was here all the time. Next adventure, I PROMISE you can use me as the Polish mine detector.
Really.
Mr. Miskatonic wakes up from having been used as door opener. He has a concussion. He wanders in the desert for 3 hours and then returns.
Meanwhile I declare Black Leaf to be dead!
Kat the thief steals lno’s gold that he stole from CelticCowboy.
Kat the thief steals hello32499’s gold that he stole from CelticCowboy.
I misremembered who looted the body and didn’t want to reload the first page again, because the SDMB is being sooooooo sloooooow right now. sighs
BraheSilver the bard unstrings his war lyre, puts on some heavy gloves, then restrings it with piano wire and waves it about menacingly.
“C’mon! I’m playing sharp today!” 
::approaches Kat::
This isn’t about the gold, but I would watch your back.
::chants minor sequencer spell–lower resist::
::chants major sequencer spell–magic missle, magic missle, magic missle::
::walks off::
Damn theives.
Kat smiles at hello and points out, “A thief is someone who steals, yes?” She tosses hello an application for the Thieves’ Guild.
Let me just back here with my big bad sword and my buddy Ferrous.
Heya, Ferrous!
I said it’s not about the gold. However, I do expect, since you are stealing from a fellow travler, that you shall buy me a drink at the next tavern. I’d hate to have reduce the number of theives in our party.
Beside, according to these markings, Beholders creep around in this cave–you might not make it out alive anyway.
And, for Christ’s sake could one of you big meat shields lead the way–we don’t need two back guards, regardless of how drunk one is.