I would but I have my hands full GMing 4 separate campaigns at the moment. Honestly, despite how much I loved playing in this game, I'm okay to see it end cleanly and give me a little more time to focus on the other games.
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Cheers Aubster and thanks everyone. :) I will exterminate every last flutter-bye!
Balon smirks at Boregal as he hefts the injured woman onto his shoulder to help steady her.
Balon nods, smiling at the prospect of his comrades surviving. As fondly as he felt toward Boregal, what he said about his long lifetime was true..."I'll make sure she's taken care of," he promises.
Balon stays quiet, happy that the others are willing to volunteer for certain death.
Aloud, Balon asks, "Would there be any hope at all for survival for the person who stayed behind at the console?"
Balon glances at Callidus, thinking back at him, You're suggesting she stay behind? That's grim, friend...Blast it! Would that my efforts had succeeded! he frowns.
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"it's our only chance," Balon insists, quietly. "She has to understand that." -Posted with Wayfinder
Balon's mouth is open, in shock and terror. He glances back and forth between boregal and nasir as they discuss their only options. Wordlessly, he covers his face with his palm and nods silent assent to their only, black, option. -Posted with Wayfinder
Seeing that his appearance is as immaculate as can be expected, given the circumstances, Balon sets his now distraction-free mind to the task of understanding the controls and panels nearby.
Balon makes sure none of the worm goo got on him in any visible way.
Balon checks around. Any reflective surfaces?
"Not the f-AGGHGUHG!" Balon cries. Effort to get it off! Might effort I presume?
7/10 Might
Let's try a different tack...
I lay her down as gently as possible before combat is joined!
"At least we know the containment was holding back the worms until a natural disaster broke the seals." Balon heaves a short sigh of relief. "I was beginning to suspect foul play." he nods at Callidus' suggestion.
Balon tries to help Nasir carry, if he can.
"Where? Balon asks, whirling around.
Balon swallows hard, and nods. "You're right, of course. They merely...startled me..." he positions himself furthest in the back of the group, as far away from those monsters as possible.
"RUN!" Balon shouts, and bolts down the hallways away from the worm construct.
Balon winces, but nods at the necessity. Moving over to the woman, he tries to hold her still.
Balon says to Callidus, She's infested with those worms. I have a plan to save her, but I'm going to need some help. Take her aside for a moment, distract her while I discuss what I need to do with the others. Assuming he does, I'm going to ask the others what cyphers they have that could aid us in cutting her infestors out. It's the only way to cure her. He'll ask if anyone picked up the Monoblade cypher he traded out earlier - its incredibly sharp edge would be useful in...field surgery. He will also hold out his Stim Pill cypher, that he would use before attempting this.
Balon concentrates...
Balon glances at Callidus, his expression ashen.
"It flies." Balon confirms out loud, flatly.
"Did you see which way it went?" Balon asks, mentally.
There's no threat at present, we're trying to secure the area and prevent any more people like you being taken from their homes. It's safe, for now...but...we did see something rather disturbing out here. A worm burst out of a man's torso to attack us, killing him. Do you know anything about that? Balon comments, after Nasir finishes speaking. He doesn't want to confuse the poor girl with two voices speaking to her at once.
Balon puts two fingers to his temple. Young woman, can you hear me? he asks, mentally, after attempting to establish telepathic communication with her. Think the words to your reply to me, and I will hear them as if you spoke aloud.
Balon raises his eyebrows at his comrades. A woman... he mouths to his companions, finishing with a smile. "Adventurers, my dear! Intrepid souls here to rescue you and whatnot!" he calls.
The nano narrows his eyes in confusion, then raps a three-note staccato pattern.
Balon raps the door experimentally with his knuckles and listens, putting his ear to the door.
"Truthfully, you could have told me that they fart rainbows and giggling babies. I'd still want to kill them all after they jumped and bit at me like that. Creepy little freaks. If they're a potential end-of-the-world threat, well, so much the better." Balon grumbles.
Balon goes pale at the recitation of the story, and glances down at the thing lying in pieces on the floor. "And you think these might be the same creatures? From that many aeons ago?"
"Gross..little..stomach...biters...worms..." Balon mutters. His recent brush with a disgusting demise has caused his wit to flee him.
"DIE, YOU DISGUSTING THING!" Balon cries, firing an Onslaught at the two pieces on the floor next to him. It may be dead after being cut in half - it may not.
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1=Galahad
Can we even move him safely? Balon wonders to himself. He checks the extent of the man's wounds and how critical his condition is.
Balon's mouth is set in a thin, grim line. "Whatever killed these men is an ambush predator that feeds on blood. It attacked them..." he glances upward at the ceiling. "From above. They appear to have found its lair and run afoul of its appetite. Keep your eyes on the ceiling, friends." he glances around uncertainly, then looks back to Amadeus. "This man means us no harm. If we can, we should try to get him awake. Anyone know first aid?"
Balon takes a few steps forward, then halts hastily when he sees the caution Amadeus and Callidus are displaying. "He looks in bad shape..." he comments.
Balon stays behind Amadeus, chewing his lip.
Balon gravitates to the strange writing on the wall, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "You guys," he asks, "Does anyone have some charcoal and parchment? I've never seen writing in this language - I'd love to get a rubbing. Proof of my adventures in strange and foreign lands!" so saying, he Scans the writing for traces of numenera. After the globby things he doesn't trust this ruin.
"'Fewer gardeners' sounds favorable to me," Balon says, quietly. He claps Galahad on the shoulder. "I vote we go that way, eh?"
"I think I remember discussing strange plant constructs at a social function once...let me think..."
"Electrified!" Balon says, stepping back. He considers the party's options as he rubs feeling back into his poor hands. "This way's no good. Any luck figuring out the blood spatter, guys?"
Balon gives an experimental heave on the grid, trying to lift it off the ground like some sort of portcullis.
"Stay away from that section of floor!" Balon warns, gesturing at the gooey blob. He understands now that most people can't see it. He will cautiously snatch up his weapon now that it's not coated anymore. |