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"What is WITH you people? First, he SHOOTS me. TWICE! Then, you want to SAVE his pointy-eared ass?"

If you haven't figured it out by now, Corvin has no clue that the elf might be the architect. Just clarifying things. I don't want to repeat the 'kobold incident'.

"Step away from the elf, dwarf. The bastard's MINE! I'll make sure he NEVER shoots at me EVER AGAIN!"

Note: I'm not sure if I'll be back to my computer for the next day or so (my schedule is rather busy), so this is what everyone's least favorite fighter does this round, and the next round (after he picks himself up).

[ooc]This is exceedingly strange. First (last round), I roll a natural 1. Then, on the next roll (this round), I roll a natural 20.
Critical confirmation roll: 10 + 4 = 14

Still oblivious to Anarath's shouting, Corvin rights himself, panting.

Next Round: This is exceedingly strange. First (two rounds ago), I roll a natural 1. Then, on the next roll (this round), I roll a natural 20.
Critical confirmation roll: 10 + 4 = 14

Seeing Greis' predicament, Corvin takes his opportunity, and while the elf is distracted, he leaps again for the crazed attacker, yelling a battle cry that sounds something like this:

BWAAAAHHHHHDIEF#&$ERDIIIIIE!

The now VERY, VERY ANGRY fighter slams bodily into the elf, knocking him to the ground. Corvin raises his mailed fist to deliver a punishing blow. But the question is; does it crit?

If the elf dies or is captured before next round, disregard the second half of this post.

If we're supposed to capture him alive, that natural 1 of mine was a stroke o' luck.

Attack roll: natural 1. Wow. That actually works out, from a metagame perspective.

Corvin's timing couldn't have been worse. Just as he leaps at the crazed elf from behind, the elf lunges forward at Greis, causing Corvin to land sprawling in the dirt with a heavy clanking noise (and much swearing).

You are in the cave, Midnight is over the trees but can't see anything due to the thickness of the trees, Corvin is in the middle of the clearing having an episode, Gawlak is almost to the forest's edge and Dohlrok and Greis are confronting your attacker. Its his turn.

The tall elf swings his two swords towards Dohlrok with a furious snarl. The shortsword finds a weak spot in his defense and strikes a glancing blow.
3 points of damage. Now it is Corvin's turn.

Corvin's funk ends with a start, and he realizes (after some contemplation) that there was, in fact, only one attacker (having visual aids no doubt helps this realization). The fighter's pain evaporates, replaced by anger at being tricked, and he rises, cutting around behind the crazed elf and readying a brutal assault.

Spot check: 3 - 1 Wis = 2

Corvin has become more and more confused the more the sniper has been shooting at the adventuring party. He still has no idea who is shooting at him, and he doesn't have the sense to listen to what anyone else is saying. He finally lets the 'fog of war' get to him. Corvin kneels in the middle of the clearing, two broken arrowshafts protruding from his gut, yelling out to the skies,

"I can't take it anymore! Just stop shooting at me! It's not my fault, whatever it is! Just stop!"

At this point, Corvin is more than a little disoriented. He shouts hoarsely;

"Take cover! There's a whole damn army of 'em! Stay down, I'll finish 'em!"

Corvin rips the arrow from his chest, tosses it to the side, and begins to stagger in the direction of the shooter, bellowing incoherently.

Feeing the arrow pierce his flesh, Corvin ducks and rolls to the side, crouching behind one of the standing stones.

"I KNEW IT!" bellows Corvin as he rushes in the direction of the archer.

Initiative roll: 12 + 1 = 13

-best Chris Farley impression-

STOP IT! Do you want my head to EXPLODE?!

Creepy lookin', above-average Cha, average Int, and low Wis make for some interesting PC interactions...

AAAAGH! I'm so confused! ;]

Corvin's eyes dart from side to side as he mumbles to himself.

"Why the hell are we just standing around? What the hell is this place, anyway?"

I tried to post yesterday, but I kept getting kicked off the site. wierd.

Corvin, as he often does when he gets nervous, loses what little sense he has and calls out,

"C'mon out and show yourself, so I can bet ya to a pulp!"

The fighter looks around wildly, fists raised, ready for an attack that may or may not come.

"This ain't lookin' so good. Everyone stay behind me."

If by "help" you mean the "aid another" action, then yes. We do need help. Seriously, these freakin' kobolds are killing me. Have you SEEN my stats? Smalls, you're killing me.

I can help with that (pounds fists together).

If anyone didn't get that, you can read more in the 'Grimmbold Manor' thread.

I'm back.

Turns around and faces away from the waterfall and looks back the way they came.

Spot roll 9+3=12
"Anyone bothered to see if there are foot prints over there? Or what kind of print they be?" .

"I dunno," replies Corvin, "but it does look like somethin' or someone goes there on a reg'lar basis."

Gents, I am going to be away over Easter, and will have limited (if any) internet access during the next four days or so. Just letting you know.

If things progress and my not posting is holding up the action, Arctaris can NPC me for a while.

Yeah, I'm going to be gone Sunday through Friday, so if Corvin could be an NPC for those days, that would be awesome.

"Might I suggest we tread carefully anywhere around the water..." a slight tinge of fear to his voice "I've heard a great deal of stories about the things that dwell in pleasant looking springs in clearings just like thisone--all sorts of fey creatures and the like that lurk within refreshing-looking pools waiting to pull in unwary souls for the sheer pleasure of drowning them."

He sets down his pack and undoes a few buttons on his outer travelling gear to let the breeze in, but doesn't stop talking "Particularly watch out for attractive young women. Steer clear of any creepy attractive young women. That's always how it goes..."

Completely ignoring Greis' advice, Corvin wades directly into the water, striding purposefully towards the cave.

What else would you expect from a guy with an 8 wisdom...

"HEY! YOU GUYS! I think I found summat' behind the waterfall. It's lookin' like a cave. And it's also lookin' like somebody lives in said cave."

"Well, I think your logic just killed my logic," Corvin says as he begins to scan the area.

Spot check result: natural 20 - 1 = 19

"...problem is, I can only hit what I can see. If I can't see it, it could sneak up on me..."

Anarath feels the oppressiveness of this place as much as his fellows – a faint shiver runs up his spine – but he puts on a display of nonchalance.

“Interesting,” he murmers, glancing around. “There’s something familiar looking about those stones…” He raises his voice. “Well, this seems as good a place as any to rest for our midday repast.”

Corvin, missing any hint of unease from Anarath, whips around and says, mincing no words, " Are you nuts? Must I say again, that this place gives me an uncomfortableness. And I ain't sittin' around eatin' lunch in anywhere that gives me the shivvers."

"This place gives me an uncomfortableness," says Corvin, who puts up his dukes as if to defend agaist an unseen enemy, more to make himself feel secure than anything else.

"Well, whatever floats your boat, boss-man..."

"Hey, don't look at me. I just kill things for money. Scoutin's all yours, pebble-man."

Corvin nods in the direction of the dwarven monk, as if this could get Dohrlok's attention.

Corvin trudges off behind Greis, mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like "...gets killed...not...paid...".

Corvin Killgannon wrote:

Oh, that was LOW.

you know you gotta stop saying the s word right? Lets have no more blue gnomes effect our game thread! Last word on the subject

I kind of figured it out after those few posts. If it absolutely HAS to be said, spell it as s-m-u-r-p-h.

Waiting for a moment for the others to catch up, Anarath turns his face to the sky and takes a moment to luxeriate in the sunlight.

Once the others are caught up again, he strides off at a quick pace, still not speaking, but he nods at Corvin's words.

Although the wizard has little skill at tracking, he watches the road and the vegetation beside it carefully for signs of other passage, his senses somehow sharpened by the recent act of sacrifice.

Spot check result: 19+4 = 23

Corvin has been slouching along the roadside, still trying to figure out why Anarath reacted so strongly to his actions with the kobold.

Keep in mind that this guy has an 8 wisdom, so he's a bit slow on the draw.
Because of his preoccupation, he is not as thorough in looking for clues as he normally would.

Search check result: 9 - 1 = 8, or if this is a spot check...
...the same roll. Never mind.

Corvin Killgannon wrote:

Corvin Killgannon wrote:

This had better get f#**ing fixed soon, or I'm gonna kill somethin'.

Well Halle-freakin'-leujah, it's 4:41 PM, April second, 2007, and there are no more, I repeat, NO MORE G*%~~#N SMURFS!

Oh, that was LOW.

ALL OF YOU SMURFS CAN GO F%@! YOURSELVES!

Corvin Killgannon wrote:

This had better get f#**ing fixed soon, or I'm gonna kill somethin'.

Well Halle-freakin'-leujah, it's 4:41 PM, April second, 2007, and there are no more, I repeat, NO MORE G@$%$~N SMURFS!

Oh, that was LOW.

This had better get f#**ing fixed soon, or I'm gonna kill somethin'.

Well Halle-freakin'-leujah, it's 4:41 PM, April second, 2007, and there are no more, I repeat, NO MORE G$@@*&N SMURFS!

Seeing that the kobold is not going to awakan, Anarath quickly slits its throat, aiming to do so as quickly as possible, so the creature will feel no pain.

"May Wee Jas guide your soul," he whispers. "And in your afterlife, may those you ambush not fight back so well."

The creature falls dead. Anarath stands, wipes his blade clean and strides away from the empty shell to where he had left his pack. Shouldering it quickly, he pushes roughly past his companions and begins striding down the path towards the Manor. Midnight takes flight and flaps slowly after him, singing a dirge in Draconic.

"Serves the little rat right. I hate those little... (incoherent mumbling)"

Corvin pauses to look down his nose at the corpse of the kobold, then turns to Greis.

"We should start lookin' around, see if we can find that crazy old coot the kobold was talkin' about."

This had better get f*!~ing fixed soon, or I'm gonna kill somethin'.

The last thing I would want to see are Spawn of Tiamat skulking around these woods..." He blows out a measured breath, shaking his head solemnly.

I don't like the sound of those spawn o' tea-whatevers. We should move. Soon.

I am soooooo kidding

I was startin' to get just a wee bit worried there...

I'm thinkin' we should kill it before it wakes up and scurries off to get reinforcements.

Corvin has been awake all night, thinking. He is beginning to wonder if the kobold was right, that there is someone in the woods, becaus he has felt someone watching him and the others all night. But it's probably his imagination.

Corvin remains awake, leaning up against a tree, watching the unconscious kobold and muttering to himself incoherently.
After Anarath's outburst, he had completely checked out, but has only partially checked back in after Dohrlok's interjection about meditation. There's a lot on his mind...

Sorry, ahhh...meditation's not my style.

Hmm, at least the kobold is sleeping better. Though it is no more informative.

"Corvin, I suggest you temper your, er, temper. Your outburst is delaying us, somewhat. If you like, I can teach you some techniques to allow you to focus your feelings constructively. At the monastery, one of the trials is to maintain a continuous meditation while bombarded with small pebbles. We could try that, if you like, after the manor?"

Wait... who's doin' what?