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Nothing. A husk zombie is impossible, so Urist would spend the time in his apparent dream doing all of the nothing he wants to in reality before getting killed.

What would he do if there was a vial containing some of the magical fog that creates husks?

The part about trolls having civilian professions is normal. There was once a troll architect,

Alright, provide the link.

Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on September 16, 2012, 07:11:19 am

I don't think we will ever be able to make enough spaceships to abduct all of the idiots from Terra...

Then why not exterminate the rest?

That might be perceived as cruel.

Magma slows down minecarts.

[6] You shoot the guard quite well. His brain splatters all over the bank. Well done. Also, I think someone heard the shot.
You [6] hit the hinges with your pick, once you replace your hand with it. The vault door falls on you. You didn't think it would be that easy. [6] Using the superior strength in your cybernetic limbs, you hurl the vault door off of you and back onto the vault. Damn it! [2+1] Second time's the charm, and this time you don't even get hit by the door! [3] You grab several bags of money, toss them into your car, and hear the sirens and so decide to cap it at that.

You [4] manage to get home without any real difficulty. A BBQ is hosted. Supplies coated $150, but you brought in [3] $175 from selling food, [6] and someone offered to help redesign your house. He doesn't let you say no. [6] You kick him out before he does any damage, but he lands on a table, and the guests [5] need to be persuaded to not demand refunds.

When all is said and done, that evening you practice markswomanship.

END OF DAY 7 OF VILLAINY

Your upkeep and income fees gave you a net profit of $120 this week, more or less.
Ashley's investments netted you [4] $60 this week.

You wake up. Counting the spoils of your bank robbery, you gained $3,500. Not bad for a day's work. Also, the loggerbot and the saw arm for the woodbot are complete. The saw arm is a thin appendage that wraps around the woodbot's left shoulder. The loggerbot is a stout machine with tracks for legs, and a hammer left arm with a built-in wedge placer thingy that can be used as a weapon, and an axe right arm which is a better weapon.

What shall you do today?

"Fernally getting up er ya?" Ger kicks Gartuk in the face.

Edit: Actually can I change that to ("Fernally getting up er ya?" Ger grabs a nearby object and slams it down on Gartuk's head)  ?

You can change it.

Get up and tackle that one armed freak to the ground! 

[3] Ger grabs a large bag of copper and some silver coins, and [3] hurls it at Gartuk. Gartuk [2] gets hit in the head, with gleams of copper and silver streaming from the opening and over his bruised and battered body. [3] Gartuk gets up nonetheless and leaps at Ger, [3-1] who tries to dodge but is impede by the close quarters. [6] Gartuk smashes Ger through his stall's table, stunning him, but has so much momentum that he flips over, also stunned.
The merchant who Gartuk stole the axe from [4] hurls a steel hammer at Gartuk, [1], but it glances off concealed chain mail and smashes a support of the merchant's stall, causing it so collapse. [5] A bronze spear sticks into Gartuk's [4] right arm, pinning him to the ground (he is having a bad day), [1] and a copper dagger completely Moses Ger.

((...Am I dead? If not, Here:))

Barloff removes the pike from himself and tosses it across the room. He runs back up the stairs and grabs...uhh...a decorative spear? If he can't find that, grab a bottle and attack Urist.

Drive my boot up Barloffs crotch, then pull out the pike, slide behind him, and impale his knee.

Barloff [4] locates a railing and grabs it, snapping it off as he runs backwards up the stairs. This isn't good for the young lady sharing impalement with him. [6] Urist charges up the stairs and drives his boot into Barloff's crotch, causing him to double over in pain, but Urist gets impaled in the [2] chest with part of the wooden railing--the other part stays in Barloff's grasp--and ends up tumbling over his foe. While both are stunned, a militia dwarf comes up the stairs, yanks his pike from Barloff and the lady, and [5] stabs Urist painfully.  Other receive a rush of energy from an unknown source (+1 to all rolls next turn).

The seven watch,'on the edge of their metaphorical seats. The mediator smiles.

Examine the robot, take a sharp bit and something to improvise a shield as well as anything else useful, and us these parts of a magical artifact of a past age to defend ourselves!