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Gilgar, seeing the others take off after the verbal exchange, briefly pauses to uncork (and subsequently guzzle down) one of his healing potions. He then tears off down the tunnel as the sounds of battle ensue. Enraged that he's missing the fun thus far, he begins to growl and holler incoherently as he stomps forward.
Initiative:
Gilgar shrugs, then his face brightens a little "Fight or squawk?"
Gilgar gives the ol' grunt'n'shrug, but steps aside for Graymoon to pass.
Hooting and laughing at the sight, Gilgar gives thumbs up and nods of approval to the victors, followed by a maniacal smile to the two at the bottom of the pile. He turns and heads off to kill himself a bad king and shaman...
Looking more than a little disappointed, Gilgar deflates a bit, and nods once.
Gilgar looks expectantly at Graymoon, hoping for the "kill 'em all" sign. He's begun shifting his weight from one foot to the other repeatedly.
Initiative:
Gilgar, remembering their deal (not to mention having no stomach or inclination to for killing young), stops as soon as the kobold speaks up. He nods once, then says "Where to?"
Gilgar slops and scrambles to the West passage... Once out of the slime, he slowly stands up, scraping slime from his boots and grumbling. Without looking back, he says "Ye comin'?"
Gilgar takes a swing at the slurk master, once again from his back. 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack:
Seeing a kobold splat into the slime near him, Gilgar half growls, half cackles, and takes a wild swing at the thing. 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack:
"Aye!!!" he hollers at the satisfying sight of his opponent's innards starting to become outers...
Gilgar attacks from the floor... 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack:
Stand attempt (Ref Save): Gilgar, covered in way too much slime from his painstaking crawl across the floor, tries in vain to stand, flopping back to the floor with a splorp... Indecipherable curses ensue at an ear-splitting decibel level.
Gilgar keeps slogging towards his next victim(s). Once within melee range, he tries to stand and take a swing.
Gilgar's okay with crawling forward. He's not proud.
Ref Save to stand: Gilgar attempts to stand, fails miserably, curses loudly, then at tries to at least squirm closer to a foe.
Knowing that he's going to have to deal with not only the monsters, but also the room itself, Gilgar grunts and moves into the slime-covered room...
Ref Save:
[ooc]With rolls that lousy, I doubt I'll get there, but just on the off chance, Gilgar attacks the slurk with the kobold on it. 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack:
Perception: Initiative: "Ye're gunna DIE!!!" Gilgar bellows at the crossbowman
Gilgar follows, warhammer resting on his shoulder.
"Hey" Gilgar says to Kimi, "ye need tuh stay wit' thuh kids. Ye keep 'em safe. Aye?"
"I ain't sure if rilin' up miners'd be uh waste uh time 'r no." Gilgar huffs. "I'm fer marchin' room tuh room, killin' them buggers tha' is stupid 'nuff tuh stand 'n fight till we finds our priz'ner..."
"Th' minemast'r ain't fer bother'n nobody no more." Gilgar hefts his weapon as he makes the statement. "Kill't him las' night."
"We ain't fer killin' babies." Gilgar states resolutely... "Where'd priz'ners get took tuh?"
Gilgar beats them for their insolent silence!
Perception 1:
Having regained some of his spent energy, Gilgar pushes away from the wall and walks, mostly steadily, to the cauldron. Climbing in he calls up "Friends a'comin' up! No stabbin', ye hear?"
Spitting on the kobold carcasses, Gilgar wheels around in search of more enemies, or even the sound of approaching foes. If he hears none, he'll end his rage, slump against the wall gasping for breath, and bleed...
Gilgar snarls and attempts to shorten the kobold that attacked him by at least a hammer strike... 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging:
1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging:
1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging:
Gilgar glowers down at the new target, and attempts to turn it into so much colorfully clad paste... 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging + assumed flank:
Gilgar, taking none-too-kindly to being whacked with a spiked chain, takes a brutal swing at his foe, trying to either reduce it to pulp, or perhaps knock it into another plane of existence... 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging:
Gilgar flies into a rage, complete with gnashing teeth, frothy mouth, and unintelligible rantings as he swings hard at the apparent boss kobold. 1-handed MW Adamantine Warhammer Attack + Raging:
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