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"Thank Deadeye everybody is alright. Damned creatures going rogue in civilization." He looks up at the vents. "How about I scout first, and then we make a decision after getting a little more information?" Aebin suggests.
I just had surgery. Nothing life threatening, but I'm going to be in a lot of pain and on a lot of drugs the next week. Please DMPC as necessary.
"Stay strong, family!" Aebin begins firing into the northern creature.
Bump. I would really like to see this game continue moving.
"We cannot just leave that poor girl to her fate. Forward, spread out, with caution."
Aebin looks forward then slows down cautiously. "I heard a little girl, but something is making the ground shake. I say we move towards her with caution."
Aebin calls his family over to talk privately. "I did notice something odd about his evil aura. I'm still suspicious, but I think it possible he's telling the truth."
"A man that consorts with undead is evil, whatever his goals are."
"If the evil was caused by something other than you, I would be able to tell the difference. I suggest you start telling the truth before I start shooting."
Aebin nocks an arrow. "That you are either a moderately powerful cleric or a very powerful undead. I think some explaining is in order."
Aebin nods, scanning the newly revived man for evil.
"Sounds good Eston. I'll scout ahead to make sure we don't trip into anything."
"There's a settlement to the southwest, let's head that way!"
Aebin goes up, bow in hand, and scans the horizon.
Aebin grins. "Sounds like fun. Send me up."
Aebin shakes his head at all the undead. "Does anybody have any idea what happened?" He starts going around to scout the nearby area, looking for any more surprises.
Aebin grimaces and backs up again, firing another four arrows.
"Ah! Thanks Cas!" Aebin steps away from the ghoul next to him and fires four arrows with three shots.
Aebin steps away from the incoming ghouls with a shocked expression. "Undead! Show no mercy!" He raises his bow and fires a volley of arrows into the ghoul just south of him.
Dice:
Sorry to see you go TarkXT. GM, can we move things along? I'm not trying to be critical or impatient, but this game is off to a very slow start.
Aebin bolts up and his heart starts pounding, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. He sits in a daze, not even noticing the moving corpses.
When do you expect the game to start up? I don't mind delaying, but I would like to have a time scale so we're not sitting in indefinite limbo.
Aebin looks insulted, holding his hand up to his heart. "I get up early, I go out and get dinner, but now I have to clean too? It's unfair I tell you!" He grins and goes to grab the bucket.
Sounds good to me. Do you know when gameplay is going to be up?
My race preferences remain the same. A paladin archer is extremely feat hungry so the human bonus feat is important to my build. However I can do half-elf if I need to.
Aebin grins and shakes his head at Malcon. Right into the fray at full strength. As subtle as a brick to the face. Can't argue with results though. Aebin takes just a half a second to breath, feeling the wind through his hair as his eyes dart around to the lizards. Then with a flurry of motion he begins his volley, firing nearly an arrow a second and the first shot carries two arrows with it. His quiver holds a dozen different kinds of arrows, but he uses normal ones for the time being. He tries to pick off the lizards on the edges, keeping them from distracting or surrounding his siblings in melee. All the while he keeps a sharp eye out to the sides for any unexpected surprises, and another eye to make sure nobody is getting too badly hurt.
"Nice and neat, sounds like a plan. Remember that I'm your fallback point since I can heal you. And you are so on, have fun cleaning the dishes after I finish carving up that deer!"
Aebin rounds up his team once they're ready (in his mind it's already his team) and starts to journey to the farm! He keeps in front a good ways, being semi-stealthy and keeping a sharp eye out.
"You can rest assured we will do whatever we can. To arms!" With a flourish the young paladin leads his team out to the west.
"We waste time, let us be on the move!" Aebin may be a talker, but there's little room for talk when lives are in danger. Particularly when those threatening can't speak.
Aebin grunts from his corner of silence. "I like Desna's songs as well."
Aebin growls from his quiet corner. "Be rude all you want, but next time I hear a death threat you'd better be ready to follow up on it."
Aebin looks up from his book as Jezalane comes in. "Ah, hello Jezalane. Don't worry, if there was anything to be concerned about I wouldn't be just sitting here. As far as your curiosity you'll have to ask him any questions yourself." He arcs a brow at the monologue. Quite the long winded fellow.
Aebin casts a curious glance at Anastasiya at Jaduf's tease. It's been a long time. He gives a grin and shakes his head though. He stands and slings the bags over his shoulder. As he passes Davi he winks, knowing full well the kind of sarcastic things she must have put on the woman's key. She'll figure it out. Aebin goes upstairs and drops the bags off.
Aebin arcs a brow at the gear put in front of him. Well, I suppose she'll learn soon enough.
Those icy parts are always the worst. "We've got plenty. You should have a drink, it warms the belly after a long journey in the cold."
By the way, Aebin doesn't purposely make it hard to get some action. He just glares around if a girl asks for it.
"Yes, indeed. I bet you could even get away with it."
It wasn't the first time Davi used him as a warning to scare off some covetous men, it certainly won't be the last. He rather enjoyed the little game it presented, and when Davi drapes herself across him he puts a hand around her, giving a glance filled with fire to the rogue. Not a threat by any means, but a simple warning to act like a gentleman.
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