Brazick

Braick digs through the pile of weapons, looking for a spear. Preferably one that has any of the following qualities: magical, silvered, evil-aligned, and/or fire properties. However, when the naked troll gets thrown into our midst, Brazick switches priorities to finding our newest...addition... a pair of pants ASAP.

We are quite possibly the saddest, most disgusting bunch of miscreants I have ever beheld. I wonder how many of us are going to make it back from this little excursion... We got lucky last time, and now half of our original members are dead, and we've banded together with a whole new band of prison rejects. {Internal monologe}

OOC: On the odd chance that I actually can determine anything myself Knowledge Arcana- (1d20+3)[7] and to find anything special: Search- (1d20+5)[10]