Arn finishes climbing to the top deck having barely made it.
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Arn pulls a dagger from his boot, "hope this'll do da trick!" He then attempts to wedge the door closed. With the door jammed, hopefully, Arn follows his companions out of the room.
when I last looked at the map I didn't think I could move. If I ever seem to be doing something stupid without saying that is my intent feel free to assume I misunderstood the situation.
Arn gets to hacking at the undead surrounding him.
Bring one down Arn follows the others to the room with the gaping hole in it, "Helgar, don't let 'em surround ye!"
Arn takes a windmilling overhand chop at the corpse assailed by Rhaedlaf's magic.
Happens to the best of us
Arn moves closer to help pull any survivors out of the room, "Lets get 'em out o' dis rot filled room, 'fore da stench finishes 'em off"
Arn moves forward at the cry, he had never encountered the undead, he had heard stories but never dealt with one up close. Standing next to Helgar, Arn does not lower his weapon or shield while Helgar examines the bodies.
Arn's stomach had been turning for quite some time abroad this death ship. The stench of death and rot had moved from his nose and taken up residency in his mouth resulting in involuntary twitching from time to time.
Sorry for the absence I thought I would be able to post more than I actually was during my vacation and we have been having a mini heatwave wreaking havoc with telecom and internet service in the area.
Arn stands guard as the other search the area. When they travel below the chittering and sight of the rodents gnawing on flesh made is stomach turn. "I'd say poor bastards but it be startin' ta hav' a diminished effect."
"Aye," says Arn heading for the door, once everyone is ready he opens the door peering inside.
Is the hanging guy still hanging
Arn continues to attack the swarm with broad sweeping swings.
"Oh dis cursed ship," Arn laments swinging at the rats.
"What in the nine layers happened here, poor bastards," Arn shakes his head.
"That be troublin' ta say da least," he says as he readies to enter the room with the blocked door.
"Should be focusin' on one door at a time, not all locks are meant to keep things out," he says as he prepares to enter with Aris.
"Poor fella," Arn says solemnly then echoes Aris words of search first bury later, "I'd recommend leavin' em be til we've completed our search o' da ship." He falls in with the wizard following Aris.
Arn sets to work rowing and focusing on not falling into the water.
Arn eyes the captain and the first mate as they talk, while he makes his way to a row boat.
As Arn gets used to the ship and its motion, "Ya know dis ain't too bad." Having found some semblance of stability on the vessel Arn makes small talk with the crew.
Arn climbs aboard the ship with look of relief once he clears the gangplank. "Three dwarves on a boat, sounds like a silly children's rhyme..."
Arn secures the pouch next to his other coin pouch not bothering to check or count the coin entrusting that it was all there. He gives a nod to the captain, then looks to the ladies, "I 'ope Rhaedlaf be alright. Drinkin' wit humans always be risky business."
It always slows down, always
Arn raises a single eyebrow in Nempura's direction, a shrewd negotiator, he thinks nodding along. "Fine questions, fine questions indeed," Arn says shifting his gaze to the captain waiting on his response.
Arn listens to the ladies introductions and stifles a chuckle when Aris mentions how she smells. Clearing his throat when it comes his turn, "Thank ye fer da consideration. Ta be 'onest I'm not much of a sailor or overly found of boats but iffin' dere is adventure ta be had an people ta 'elp I'm 'appy ta be o' service, I gots a keen eye, a sharp axe, an a sturdy shield."
In the morning bright and early Arn is back at the table where everyone had left him the night before and it is unclear to everyone if he woke up really early or had just slept at the table all night. Seeing Arís and Nempura Arn slips out of his seat and approaches, "mornin' lassies how'd ye sleep? I conked out at..." Arn's voice trails off then he narrows his eyes looking at Arís and steps closer to her, "Not to alarm ye, but ya smell like a elf!
Dig dig dig: We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day through To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we like to do It ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! Where a million diamonds shine! We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig from early morn till night
Arn admires Helgar's work when Arís shouts her request, he exuberance drawing a chuckle from the paladin. "'Ell it may not be permanent but tis fine work, I be sure you'll be makin wonders that grab the attention of all creation in no time," Arn tells Helgar before joining Arís in the song. Arn takes a swig of the barleywine, "Now dats a proper drink!
"Aye, dammed thing be always blowin' ash all over an' reeks o' sulfur," As Helgar displays her warhammer Arn admires the craftsmanship and is taken aback when she offers to bless his axe, "it'd be me honnor ta receive da blessing!" Arn pulls out his axe setting it before the cleric.
"Common room be fine," Arn pulls out a gold coin an places it in Alia's hand, "an keep the ale comin'." "Hail and well met, I am Arn Blacksnow. And da ale ain't all dat bad fer tallfolk brew," Arn says draining his tankard. "I 'ave been wanderin lookin fer adventures an folks I can 'elp, I was gettin' board on guard duty on long patrols looking fer orc that we 'ad already ran off."
Try turning your phone sideways, thats what I have to do to edit profiles on my phone.
"Aye, I'll be needin' a room as well. An what can ye tell me o' dat feller dat be rantin'" Arn asks as he pulls the coin from his pouch.
Arn's mail clinks as he comes down the stairs and takes a seat. "Ale, please, an da meal also, thank you lass," Arn say to the the maid as his eyes scan the Orc's Head.
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