"Sounds good," Anathaym replies as she moves back toward the entrance.
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Swing that the cultist she is aware of stops Anathaym offers, "we will trade your priestesses life for information on how to lift the curse our master suffers from."
Hearing Mju's warning but seeing any enemies Anathaym picks up the spear she threw at the priestess. "Where are they, I see nothing," she inquires.
Anathaym throws her spear at the retreating priestess.
Knocking her opponent back Anathaym thrusts her spear at her opponent. Got to end this quick, she thinks.
Anathaym quickly realizes the danger she is in and bashes with her shield at the cultist that has closed with her.
Anathaym lashes out with her spear again at the closest cultist. "Can anyone stop that statue," she cries out.
Anathaym lashes out with her spear at the closest cultist.
Lowering her spear Anathaym moves towards the cultists.
The disgust is evident in Anathaym's eyes. Trying not to lose her temper she remains quiet.
Anathaym stands frozen in horror at the horrible sight.
People do live here, Anathaym thinks as she hears the chanting ahead. She eyes the child, "There's a child," she points out to the others as she slowly makes her way towards the stairs.
No problem, family is always first.
Looking at Masre Trimostones declining health Anathaym suggests, "the nearest entrance will work best."
I don't hold out much hope that we will find anyone living or friendly here, Anathaym thinks to herself. She keeps her opinion to herself and suggests, "I think it would be best if were straight forward with our intentions."
Happy new year!
You too. Happy Holidays all.
Anathaym looks to her sister and asks, "Do you have any idea on how to drain the magic from this place?"
Anathaym nods her head in agreement at Master Zamothis question, I'd like to know the answer as well.
"Thank you Urm," Anathaym remarks. The next morning Anathaym awakes early and prepares for the last leg of their journey to the temple.
"Urm go tell your people we travel to the temple and have no desire to fight them," Anathaym asks the savage. She then recovers her spear and dons her shield, "Better safe then sorry," she cautions her companions.
Seeing that this native is not aggressive Anathaym attempts to communicate with him. Using gestures and and crude drawings in the ground she try's to convey there peaceful intent and destination. I hope this works, she thinks as she draws on the ground with a stick.
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Anathaym moves to her sisters side to defend her if necessary.
Anathaym draws he sword and advances on the impaled native.
Seeing her sister crumble to the ground Anatham levers her arm back and throws her spear at one of the natives with a sling.
Leaving her shield behind Anathaym rushes forward and engages the native closest to Mju. "Get behind me," she offers.
Anathaym grabs her spear and prepares for the onslaught of savages.
Anathaym grabs her spear and quickly moves up to Mju's side her spear in hand.
Anathaym sits as she considers the rotation for this nights watches. She satisfied that her mentor has entrusted her with the task and is startled from her musings as Mju cries out.
Anathaym considers for a moment before answering her mentor. "Cautiously," she replies with a smile. "We're being watched and Master Trimostones is in very bad shape. We've already found a defensible campsite so we need to decide on a watch rotation and find a source of clean water." She starts to pace and continues, "I think a fire would be fine as the natives already know we are here and something warm might help Master Trimostones." She looks expectantly to Zamothis.
Not able to think of a better route Anathaym heats her gear and says, "Best we get going and use what daylight we have left."
On the morning of the third day at sea Anathaym hears the shout from the crows nest. Finally, she thinks as she gathers her gear and lays it out on the deck making sure her equipment is clean and serviceable. When she is satisfied she repackaged her gear and makes ready to get into the small boat. She climbs down into the boat with her companions wondering, can I swim that far if something happens to this boat. They begin rowing and Anathaym has trouble finding the rhythm of her companions and feels they are making little head way and says, "put your backs into it." As she redoubles her efforts.
Anathaym watches as her sister begins to minister to the wounded sailor and smiles, always quick to show mercy. When her sister is done tending the wounds of the man she suggest to her compaions, "One of us should always be close to Master Trimostones, I don't like the mood of the crew."
Any word from Sable (Zamothis)?
although I am still unfamiliar with the combat system I like the flow. I reread the rules today and will reread them again tomorrow. In the next combat I will keep track of the Action Points better.
Absorbing the blow with her shield Anathaym ducks down behind her shield and smashes it to the sailors face.
As the sailor charges Anathaym she widens her stance, lowering her center of gravity ash she raises her shield and at he last second raises her spear to meet his brash attack.
Anathaym shakes her head, "I'll give you one last chance to to drop your club or you'll find out how sharp my spear is."
Anathaym steps in between Tirimostones and the crew with her shield raised and spear in hand. "True your lives are in more danger then you relize," she says as she raises her spear. "Now be quiet and do your jobs or you'll she the other woman start prancing."
Savages can be just as deadly as trained soldiers, Anathaym thinks to herself. Not liking the situation she asks Zamothis, "What do you make of this?"
I like it! I really look forward to seeing how it plays.
No questions yet. Been going over the rules seems like a nice system with a real gritty/ deadly/ unforgiving feel. Looks like it will be a lot of fun.
Sorry, I have to withdraw. Good luck all! |