Wow, we all heard them, and I'm pretty sure they all heard us.
"I hear it too. Maybe it's something living, so I can use some of my spells. I'm getting tired of the blasted living!"
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"Well, I'm still at full capacity since all my spells affect the living, and we've fought nothing but the dead. I'm ready to keep going, but I understand if the rest of you need to rest. I wouldn't mind the opportunity to better prepare myself with a spell that will be useful against the undead."
Aldrin will curse under his breath, saying something about cat's and now only having 8 lives left, and will jam a cure light wounds potion down her throat. Cure Light Wounds Potion (1d8+1=3)
Telekinetic fist (1d20+3=15, 1d4=4) Aldrin will move to AS37 and use his telekinetic fist on the hideous creature, while saying "See? I told you something wanted out!"
"Just lets be cautious. Something scratching at a door means it either wants in or out, and either way it's probably not good." sound based perception (1d20+5=18)
"Kolgun is right, we shouldn't waste time with flying rats when we're already doing so looking for someone who went and got kidnapped. One distraction is quite enough. Now, lets hurry on and find who we are looking for and be done with it."
Aldrin begins pouring over the letter, while quickly getting into another discussion with himself. "Raven-neck? The heck is a Raven-neck? Well, besides what a raven uses to keep his head up. A knife? What is it with highborn women and knives. Oh, the butler wanted to off her, huh? How cliche. North tower? North of where, here? Deeper down? Bah! It's just too damn vague!" He Throws the letter to the ground in a huff, and then eyes the two bottles with interest. "Anything interesting in the bottles? Magic they may not be, but useful they may yet be!
"If it helps, I also have a sleep spell prepared for just this kind of occasion, and I've been known to be stealthy on occasion."
"I know goblins aren't known for their strength of spirit, so a sleeping spell will have a good chance of working. If it does, we can quietly dispatch all 5 of them. That would probably be our best plan at this point in time. Luring the goblins will probably just result in the hobgoblins being woken up. We should probably combine the two plans, and be ready to down quickly whichever goblins manage to resist the sleep spell."
Aldrin is busy furiously writing in a notebook full of alchemical formulae and odd designs, far to busy to even notice the campfires. "Who care's who's been here recently? They aren't here now, so all the better. Now, lets hope that the trash we took out yesterday didn't multiply. Little lizards tend to breed like rabbits!"
"Such a bother, such a bother! The delve is one thing, but stopping to help every poor soul that can't help themselves? We'll never find what we're looking for if we stop like this! Then again, she might know something we don't. She's lived here that long....hmmm. Well, help her or don't, I don't care either way. I'll follow you as long as it doesn't take us too far away from our goal." Aldrin seems a bit perturbed at the thought of helping people who aren't directly helping him. He also seems to be arguing his point more with himself then with the rest of the team.
Alrin nods appreciatively at the kind gesture from Kolgun. "Thanks Kol. I'll be sure too keep these handy in case it happens again. I don't usually keep a lot of company, so I try to keep alive the people I bother to talk to."
"I suggest now that we have your gear, we head back to town to recuperate. I'm sure you could use it after what you've been through. Besides, now that we know whats in the first parts of this delve, we might better be able to prepare for the next trek."
"Anything to help out a friend, Kol. By the way, I seem to be burned out of my useful arcane abilities. I'm glad we found you when we did, friend elf, or I would be worried. Good to know there's a fellow practitioner of the arcane art in the group!"
If the leader isn't dropped this round i'm actually gonna move over by kolgun while pulling out a Cure Light Wounds potion and then strike at the leader with telekinetic fist. whether the fights ends that round or not, the next round i'll be downing the potion down kol's throat.
Aldrin will look at the elf in surprise, and say back in Sylvan Spoiler:
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand that, but that's not important. My friends and I are here to rescue you."
"Actually Bengal, that's probably the best plan. I'm not one for rushing head-first into danger like a maniac, so staying behind would be best." Looks amusedly at the feline "However, just be careful about what you do in there. Remember, 'Curiosity killed the cat' well, Tibit in this case, but the point remains. Just don't get in over your head, I like not being the shortest one here."
Aldrin steps up beside Thel and Kolgun, and lets loose another burst of acid. "It seems I need to spend a bit more time with target practice, and a little less time in the lab! Well, more time with target practice anyways. I could never leave the lab for too long." Attacks the goblin at J19
Cursing under his breath "Why don't the filthy beasts ever hold still?" Alrin concentrates for a second, and points his finger at the creature he had been firing at, and a small glob of acid springs from his outstretched fingers and snakes out toward the creature. "Perhaps a little acid will be more to your liking, you little cur!" Firing at the goblin at k20.
Aldrin spouts a few arcane words, performs an odd gesture, and a brief flash of blue in the form of armor surrounds him and quickly fades. (Casting Mage armor) "Well, I'm about as ready as I can be. Your plan sounds solid, so lets be rid of them as fast as we can."
Aldrin looks at the cat and the human heading down, and decides that three is better than two, and heads down the stairs to stand beside them. "Scratching sound, eh? Well, I don't hear anything, but that's no surprise. I've been in so many explosions, it's amazing I hear anything nowadays, heh."
"Kol is right, we've seen what we can from up here. We'll have to head in if we're to know what kind of beast left those tracks." He begins shuffling through his packs and readjusting his backpack. "Although, if it's all right with you all, I'll stay in the rear. Physical exhertion outside the laboratory has never been my strong suit." Hoists his heavy crossbow, knocks a bolt in it, and straightens his robe. Whatever is down there, he's sure it can't be that bad.
"Well, I'm know in some quarters as Aldrin Beackerbreacker. A wizard by training and an alchemist by destiny. My aim is to find the missing reagents neccessary to finally creat the 'philosophers stone' thought to be lost for a millenia. I've heard ancient secrets can be found in the delve, and i'm hoping the stones creation is among them!"
"Well, I am low on alchemical supplies after my last experiment. Heck, I'm out of a lab! And I've heard about strange experiments having been done in the delve, the remains of which could greatly aid my own research. It might be the ringing in my ears, but it sounds like a pretty good deal to me. What about you, my Noble human friend? You said yourself you need money to help out your family. It sounds mutually beneficial if we and these fine folks here got together and had a go of it. The excited gnome looks eagerly at the others and looks for signs of agreement.
" It seems our host is very astute in his observations. I don't know about the rest of you folks, but the tales of the mages has recently raised my interest. I would love to hear more about this trek you are proposing, and what strange flora and fauna we can find in the delve"
Ale's fine, but wine's finer! Let the bard play, and lets drink to memories of happier times.
The gnome accepts the waitresses assistance in getting the worst of the soot off of his clothes, and says "I'd love to hear something cheerful after the failure of my last experiment! Play on, good minstrel!"
OOC: darn typo, meant blue boot on the RIGHT foot, not the left foot.
Tarlane, I redid the math, and if we are doing 25 point buy, i did it right. str= (12-2)=10 2pts
total points= 25pts check my math again to be sure, but i'm sure i did it right.
A rather odd-looking gnome wearing an array of clothing that could best be described as haphazard, and is probably something that a color blind person would pick rather than someone with any ability to actually discern color, walks into the tavern. Wearing a bright yellow robe with a red boot on his left foot and a blue boot on his left, while also wearing a green glove on one hand and a tattered purple glove on the other, he walks over to a table, takes a seat, and waits for the waitress to come buy and offer him something to drink. He appears to have recently been in some kinda of explosion, as he has black scorch marks all over his cloths, and his hair has the very faint smell of smoke. If asked if he's alright, he'll reply "To much sulfer, that was the problem! Well, it might have been the phosphorus fungus I mixed in. Hmmm....oh sorry, I tend to ramble about work more than I should. What was it you were saying?"
I'm all set up as well. |