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Ok...can not pass up a game with my favorite DM I have Ammon here who is a level 2 warlock who would like to join...just have to check his stats because I think I only partly leveled him after his last game due to the DM not continuing the game...will check and see
Was fun..too bad I was out for the finish of it..lol
Zzzzzzzzzzz....lol
Keep at it!! Ammon believes in you!
Seeing their comrade fall, Ammon takes careful aim at the giant skeleton and releases his eldritch powers. Eldritch Bolt (agonize):
Another Eldritch bolt flies from the tiefling's hands towards the giant skeleton. Eldritch bolt (agonize):
Once he has control of his abilities again, Ammon again fires an eldritch blast, but this time at the large skeleton. Eldritch Blast:
As the arrow strikes the warlock, something within him strikes out. That part of him that holds devil's blood lashes out at the skeleton that dare strike him, with fire and anger. Hellish Rebuke Damage:
Seeing the Skeletons, Ammon quickly blasts them with his eldritch powers. Eldritch Blast:
Perception: Ammon also tries to examine the area near the well for anything hiding "What power it must have taken to wretch those doors open. I hope that who, or whatever it is has depleted their power for a time.
Ammon can see in the light or the dark, so he does not really care one way or the other. He decides to stay with Sashah and Saphina.
Ammon quickly grabs a bit to eat and then checks over his gear while the others are doing the same.
Ammon remains silent, as the decision to rest had already been made...which is fine with him. He too could do with a little time to prepare before they went to this 'seal'.
Ammon shakes his head at the talk of money and rewards. He was use to the world that Shoun described, but would rather live a life like these dwarves, where they care for and watch over each other. "I require no pay or reward to do the right thing. I wish only to help. Take what you will from these people, but I will not request payment for doing the right thing." Looking around, Ammon is a little surprised at his outburst and meekly looks down if any of the others shoot him a mean look, but he does not reverse his idea and will speak up again if he has too.
Ammon listens to the group speak and translate and feels a chill up his back when they say they sent someone just a short while ago to check the seal.
I am Ammon, known as The Fiend. A warlock and adventurer and member of this band of adventurers. Greetings."
Again Ammon flings his eldritch bolt at the thing in hopes of saving the dwarf. Eldritch Bolt (agonize):
More blasts of eldritch power hammers the ooze as the warlock unleashes his powers against the foe. Eldritch Blast (Agonizing):
Seeing the halfling being knocked aside by the ooze, Ammon sends another eldritch blast at the beast. Attack:
Ammon continues to blast the ooze with his eldritch bolts. Attack:
Calling upon his demonic ability, Ammon fires a eldritch bolt at the ooze. Eldritch Blast (Agonizing Blast): Damage:
Ammon points towards the village. "It looks empty? The main courtyard is empty..no one is around."
Not fluent in dwarvish, nor knowledgeable in anatomy, Ammon keeps a watch to make sure nothing tries to sneak up on the group as they examine the body. Perception:
Ammon nods in agreement. "Indeed, let us be off. I am ready now and can leave immediately."
Ammon listens to the others tell what they know. He has never heard of the White Well, but from the sounds of it, it has a sinister reputation.
Ammon looks at the others who received the invitations, and narrows his eyes as the goblin accepts his letter (or more to the point, grabs it from the dwarf's hand). He sits for awhile, continuing his drink and wondering if he knows anyone here. Many belong to The Alliance, and perhaps this dwarf's master is one...but why the goblin. Finishing up, he gathers his pack and heads to the door, and out to this mysterious meeting.
Ammon has traveled far and his stained, dusty gear will attest to the hardships he has met on the road. The chance to relax during a quaint harvest festival is an opportunity he would not willingly pass up. Keeping his hood firmly up, he slowly walks among the many tables and stalls; paying for an apple here, and some roast fowl there and a cup of cider at a halfling's stall...the proprietor already having almost succumbed to his own product. He finally begins to tire of the walking and makes for the local tavern for a quiet meal and rest. Walking into the place he sees several people are already settled and so sits at a stool at the corner of the bar. "If you would, I would like a tray of meats, cheese and a flagon of spiced ale." He places a few silver coins on the bar to show the proprietor that he has money. Before his meal arrives, he sighs and lowers his hood. He waits for the exclamations and shouts, hoping that maybe this place might be different for the many others he has visited. His deep red skin contrasts with the inky-black of his hair. The two short horns on his head slightly curl inward, as if trying to touch over the crown of his skull. His yellow cat-like eyes, so good at piercing the dark, flit around the room to take in the reaction to his demonic visage.
Awesome..looking forward to the game!!
I think I will take Ammon, as he can use some XP, as well for RP fun, he would be the best...lol
same here..unfortunately....
here..waiting for others to chime in....
Ammon gives the halfling a glance, but lets the quip drop as they have more pressing issues to deal with.
"I suggest we hit the group at the backdoor first and maybe see if we can get the people out that way. What do you all think?", Ammon asks as you all move into the tunnel that leads out into the forest and stream.
"And I am Ammon, known as the fiend. You smell of brimstone and fire little one. Have a care, or you might get burnt!"
Ammon looks at the new arrival with a bit of surprise. The aura of Hell was strong around him, much like his own.
"We are in the dark as much as you. We arrived to see a dragon circling the town and, being the adventurous types, we jumped right in!", the tiefling adds with a chuckle.
sorry am here...been having trouble with the site all day!!
"And I am Ammon", says the obvious male Tiefling. He stands just over 6' and is slim of build. His deep red skin and horns give away his demonic heritage. He keeps covered in a cloak, but a tail can be seen swishing back and forth under the cloth.
Will do...I hope he does come back!
Is this still running or did it die?? I know we were waiting for the DM, but is he coming back?
no worries...
WooHoo..new level!!
I have 70xp as well...though after all we have done I think we are dure some more :-)
Ooo...yeah...if we do, I will roll again for my attack, but will wait until everyone is ready. advantage: |
