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Ahhh... The fabled Head of the Crone... is her experience enough to overcome her deteriorated appearance? Can you close your eyes and pretend? Does she have her dentures in?!?
Vojtek growls ferociously, and the team fights valiantly, but Angr-O can barely hear it, and his view is blocked over his tremendous face-palm.
"Don't look at me bro!"
How does Kappi know that? And how does Vojtek NOT know that?!?
that took guts.
The party, supporting Vojtek, stumbles in. Only the most charitable assessment would call the barbarian OK. His armor and clothes are shredded quite literally. His feet are bleeding from the trudge through the icy streets, and the mixture of bright red and dark clotted blood covering him from head to toe tells of terrible things. The hardy northman has blue-tinged skin with a pallor of deathly illness so atrocious that he could easily be mistaken for an undead monstrosity. Edward politely but urgently asks a young couple near the fire for the table nearest the warmth. They readily agree and gather their things quickly. The man makes haste to the bar for a cup of warmed wine and the lass turns to Ali with questioning eyes. She glances at Vojtek then quickly turns back to Ali blushing in embarrassment at seeing the patient exposed. Edward discreetly tucks a shredded corner of Vojtek's prized bear skin cloak over the man's naughty bits. He nods thankfully to the young man and accepts the offered wine. With a patient hand, Edward administers the warming liquid to is friend. Kappi's entrance briefly took the bar's attention from the brutalized man by the fire to the wild-eyed youth in the door. Far from traumatized, Kappi had been somehow galvanized by the experience. As the door shut behind him, he spotted his group by the fire and made his way over to them. Murmuring in the Herald resumed. A lone man at the bar looked forlornly into his beer and shook his head. Someday they'll need me. Someday.
Yeah Vojtek took 112 damage in 2 rounds. -32 hps. Is that bad?
Angr-o quietly sits just around the corner and out of sight. The only noise he makes is the steady metallic scraping as he drags a piece of volcanic pumice along the edge of his blade to hone it. He peeks around at the party and looks to the door to the dragon's lair. He shakes his head in resignation and continues to sharpen his blade...
Ooc - Yeah let's electrocute the crap out of this metal thing our friend is in! Do you even science bro?
Harumph.... I'm ready to go. Stupid part time weekend warrior. :-(
Angr-O laughs quietly from across the snowy courtyard.
More people die in Chicago than in Iraq or Afghanistan...
As the adventurers warm themselves by the fire and sleep begins to steal over them, outside in the bitter cold one man broods silently between his frozen breaths. Some day his chance will come.
A muted chuckle is heard from the window...
Before you get super busy - Vojtek has 3/16 HPs. If you can't heal him don't worry I am just outside the Lodge, watching the battle through the window.
Angr-O looks down on Vojtek sees he still has one hit point and melts into the forest once again
From out of the woods emerges a generic looking barbarian. He says, "Hello, I'm Angr-O, a traveling warrior. I notice your group has no Barbarian." |