"Well, lads, it appears this dirt is proof against magical removal and we must dig it all up by hand. I'm reminded of a work song I learned from a dwarf a long time ago. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go..."
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"Welcome, welcome! Name's Arnie. It's good to see someone else of a reasonable stature." He pretends to lower his voice and says in a stage whisper, "If you ask me, being at such a high elevation starves these tall folks brains of air. Poor benighted fellows. Must not be all there to choose to go into this place." He chuckles at his own wit for a second, before pulling a shovel out of his pack. He eyes the digging for a second before saying, "Maybe we could use some help here again." He begins casting, and summons a creature exactly like Molasbar did earlier.
Arnie watches Love's performance raptly from the mouth of the entrance. When he announces it disarmed, Arnie applauds wildly. "Bravo, bravo! I must say that is quite a bit better solution than my past traveling companions and I used to use. We would generally just draw straws and have someone walk about 10 yards ahead of everyone else. The upside of course is that I'm pretty sure we found pretty much every trap that way. The downsides were pretty severe though."
Arnie chuckles a bit as he looks down at his hand, and then cleans it off with some water. "Old gnomish custom, though strictly speaking I suppose it's not necessary. The handshake, however, is quite necessary." He then nods at Faran as he continues, "And don't worry my new friend, I'm not much of a fighter, so you'll have to fight for us both. No more than fair for me to share in the danger when I also reap the benefit. I'll do my best to keep you all alive and healthy, but I'm definitely more of a healer than a fighter." With a grin, he sticks his hand back out and eyes the rest of the group.
"Before we go too much farther m'lads, I have to say you seem like a fun bunch, so I have a proposition. Anyone who wants to is welcome to swear an oath of friendship with me, and if you are injured the power of the oath will automatically transfer some of your wounds to me if you are injured. If you don't want to, that's fine too." So saying he spits in his hand and holds it out to shake. "Loyalty to our common cause, and may any betrayal be punished for all eternity in the 9 Hells." He arches his eyebrow inquiringly as he waits to see who will take him up on his offer.
"Well, I can't actually see any doors down there, which is why I wanted some light shed. I'll just pitch a test stone as hard as I can and see what happens. We can always try again if nothing happens."
Arnie grins at Keggan. "M'boy, I am a gnome. Earthy is good." He takes another swig and looks at Molasbar. "Well that certainly sounds reasonable and I guess we're all on board." He then bends down and picks a stone up off the ground, casting light on it. "Anyone object if I toss this down the tunnel?"
Arnie looks at Faran and Love and chuckles as he gestures at his leg. "This ol' thing? The gods' idea of a joke, you might say. I should be fine as long as y'all weren't planning on charging in headlong, and as long as my trusty boots hold up. I may not be as fast as some here, but I don't think I'll be last if we have to run." This last said with a direct stare at Love. He then nods at everyone else in a friendly manner before turning a more serious look on Molasbar. "Well, m'boy, I am no barrister, but you have a bit o' the sound of one. So I'm going to need you to define exactly what you mean by 'present when recovered.' Additionally, since none of us know each other, and I think it's going to be in our interests to work as a team, if possession of an item is contested, I say it should come down to a vote of the people that aren't interested in having it." He then turns to Keggan, smile coming back. "Wouldn't mind a nip about now, I must say." He then takes a big swig of the proffered wineskin and nods his head willingly towards the path.
heh. arnoldo is clearly not a fighter either, but i'm hoping he can help keep everyone else alive. not sure what percentage of traps and sudden death vs combat this is, but either way should be able to help anyone recover from anything. of course, if there is a log of straight up combat we might be a bit underpowered.
From off to the east comes the sounds of voices, and then you see a small gnome walking next to and chatting amiably with a gryphon. When he catches sight of the group, he raises his hand in greeting and shouts. "Ahoy there lads! Sorry I'm late, the good Guillermo here was kind enough to make a little side trip to an interesting looking bush over yonder" He and the gryphon nod to one another and touch paw to hand briefly before the gryphon spreads his wings and takes to the air. He strides over rather quickly, but he has an obvious limp, and as he gets closer it is obvious that there is something odd about the shape of his right leg. He is wearing a beat up old breastplate, and has a crossbow that's seen better days hanging at his side. He holds an ugly knobbed stick that he uses to occasionally help himself over a bump in the ground. He is smaller than average for a gnome, and all of the copious amounts of hair on his head and face is white. He grins widely around at everyone as he gets into conversational range. "Name's Arnie. A pleasure to meet my fellow thrill seekers."
does this mean i'm up?
and also keep in mind that angryscrub is no longer a question mark. arnoldo is basically done. just dithering on a couple of equipment choices.
are we supposed to be rolling hp for first level too, or can i assume max there?
better than average either way i guess.
alright, still putting the finishing touches on my alternate. but here he is so far, gnome oracle of life. |