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After quickly negotiating their contract Algrim advised his hirelings, ”Now ye be keeping ye eyes open and ye mouths shut… and be remembering getting the ingredients for this stew be our top priority.
I chose raging dwarf (Barbarian 2) and storyteller (bard 2)
”If it don’t be taking to much time show us this hostel,” the dwarf grunted.
The dwarf cleared his throat, ”Arhmm, no disrespect Vicar but if ye be Eislar Haman we be needing ye assistance right quick. You see Misress Rudwilla and her assistant are trapped in her dwelling by some bog mummies and could use ye divine power to cleanse the world of their foul taint.”
Just a heads up, I will be traveling today and I will probably not have time to post. Apologies. Please bot me as needed.
SWORD FIGHTING TERMS
”Aye, to the temple.”
The dwarf acknowledged Shawn’s concern with a nod and flicked the reigns again to encourage the draft horses to move a bit faster.
The dwarf clambered up onto the cart, waits for Shawn to get on, and gives a light flick of the reins, ”Get a move on ye stubborn beasts.”
Aye, let’s fetch this Vicar and see if we can hire anyone to replace the oath breakers who ran off,” the dwarf agreed and got the cart ready for travel. ”Are ye gonna stay up on the roof or will ye be coming with?”
If she saw your climbing abilities she might not be that enthusiastic about climbing out, the dwarf brooded. He took a second and responded, ”If they be willing to climb out, so be it.”
After hearing Luke’s report the dwarf shrugged, ”Looks like we be having to deal with these creatures. Sean’s plan be sound and I can be driving the cart.”
”Alright, Luke why don’t you shimmy up there and let us know what ye be seeing,” the dwarf directs. ”If this don’t be playing out how we think then we can try our hand at archery and wagon racing.”
Algrim paced a bit as he thought through Shawn’s plan, ”Aye, it could work but shooting from a moving cart could be tricksy. I be trusting me hammer over me bow most days. However we seem to be in a bit of a pickle so it’s worth a go.”
The dwarf stroked his beard and informed his companions, ”These creatures be vulnerable to cold but fire don’t hurt them as much. Also, if they be touching you ye can be diseased.” He akes, ”Does anyone have a bit of rope. The windows might be our best bet.”
I’m posting this in all my games. We are expecting a major snow storm tomorrow. While I don’t expect to lose power or internet service it is always a possibility. If I don’t post tomorrow apologies in advance.
The dwarf gives a shake o his head and grips his hammer a little tighter as he related the information about these creatures, ”Those shambling creatures be called swamp mummies. Might be worth a try to lure them out and have one of us get their attention while the rest of us get into the structure.” He vaguely waves his hammer menacingly, “”Or send them back to the grave.”
I’m fine with either too.
The dwarf takes one look at the shambling creatures and jumps past Shawn to close the door.
Algrim approached the heavy wooden door with some trepidation and whispered, ”I don’t know if I would be calling this a hut.” Before knocking or barging in he tried to peek through the opening of the door.
I’m still in and enjoying it!
”Aye, for me too,” the dwarf nodded in agreement. The clopping of the horses hooves and creaking of the wagon’s wheels are the only noises heard for a few minutes before Algrim offered, ”Let me be telling ye of stories of dwarven ale so strong your grandchildren will be born drunk.”
Algrim flicked his wrist and the reigns snapped directing the horses pulling the cart forward, ”Aye, discussion gathers no gems.”
As for a course of action as to rescuing Alexandria my PC would leaver her behind. As he understands things they are under a time constraint and barely have enough time to complete the task as it is. However, he can be persuaded.
I’m going to chime in. 1. It is well known that 1e & 2e are deadly and you shouldn’t always try to fight your way through every encounter.2. At least 2 PC’s tried to point out that fighting this was a bad idea but people didn’t want to give up a horse. 3. This probably isn’t the game for you if you think threatening an Ogre on a roc is a good idea. This is the problem with pathfinder every encounter is balanced and players gravitate towards solving every problem with combat. In 2e you can’t do this. As for me I am enjoying things.
The dwarf began to yell after Zephira too but only lets out a small curse, ”Shale.”
Shawn knocks and arrow and pulls back, carefully aiming at the giant bird and the nasty ogre.... The slowly releases the tension and puts his arrow back into the quiver. Even if he miraculously hit it wouldn't kill the bird. More likely it would anger the ogre and it would return to kill a couple more. "Right now we've got a mission, to stop a war from starting. But when that's done I think we might have some time for revenge." The dwarf looked to Shawn and said flatly, ”The good news is we still be having all the horses.”
Been there, done that. Glad to hear you are well!
That does suck. Sorry to hear that.
Algrim waved his hammer in frustration and cursed again, ”Bloody orc nuggets!”
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We're fighting right? Everyone paste their initiative into a reply to this so I can just make an automatic thing to roll everyone at once for the future
”Now ye done it laddie,” the dwarf informed the ogre. He yelled as he raised his hammer and charged at the ogre, ”Chew on
”He may very well be the best pony ever created but I will not be valuing his life against the hundreds of lives that hang in the balance if our mission be failing, the dwarf pointed out as he jumped from the cart, hammer in hand and moved towards Sean and his mount.
The dwarf shook his head and cursed, ”Fools. That be the problem with hammers every bleeding problem becomes a nail.” He feared it was to no avail but the dwarf tried to persuade the others before blood is shed. He reminded them, ”Stop being so darn fickle. Ye have all already agreed to placate one bully by getting ingredients for its stew, giving this bully one of the nags for his dinner ain’t much different.”
”Agreed, the beats probably make better eating than riding anyway,” the dwarf stated while he rubbed his backside. Once Shawn removed his gear from his horse he informs the ogre, ”Take the blasted beast and be gone.”
”If he just be wanting a horse I say give him one,” the dwarf recommended to his companions. ”There be plenty of room in the cart for the one who be giving up their mount.”
Algrim looked up and then back at Alexandria and asked stoically, ”Did it say die? The dwarf remained seated and calmly drew his long-hafted hammer.
They haven’t been traveling long when the dwarf complained, ”Me backside already be sore.” He shifted position on the cart hoping to alleviate the pain. To relieve the monotony he be began to hum in rhythm to the creaking cart wheel every so often shifting position, rubbing his bum, and muttering a soft curse, By me bearded balls this cart is trying to cripple me! When Zephira commented about the flowers he let out a heartfelt groan, ”Urgh, can ye be making them flowers into some sort of balm to sooth me aching buttocks?”
Algrim picks out a cart and a stout team of horses to pull it. He loads the conveyance with his gear, ”I be ready.”
The folds his arms across his chest and asked, ”I don’t be much of a rider. Would a cart or a wagon be fast enough?”
It is not working on my iPad either. I’ll check my PC later other wise screen shots should work for me too.
Nice. Worked for me too.
They always be forgetting the dwarf.
”Deal,” the dwarf agreed with a gleam in his eye.
Algrim shakes his flaccid coin purse in a feeble attempt to help persuade Jelmark, ”Aye, coin be good and helping us equip for the task.”
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