The Saturday night lowbie fight. Sad to say, but I've not yet encountered a group of PCs that can fight together like you all did. Poor Evan, he was ready to lay into our right flank with a crap ton of necromancy, a double tap followed by an eviscerate left the guy in a bloody pile in the field.
Getting handed a gold and being asked to "handle it to the best of your ability" in reference to a green wart covered monster that was unconscious on the ground which thought it was married to a hobbling. "Killing blow 1... killing blow 2... killing blow 3." Del was a bit upset with me, she sprinted when she heard the call, but didn't make it in time to stop me from beheading the creature. I love simple solutions.
Apparently we've got a group name now. It's news to us that we're called the "Company of Convicts," especially since most of us have never been convicted of ANY crime. It's ok, we get the job done, and beyond acknowledging that, it doesn't matter.
- Luke, AKA: Bjorn