Barundar holds the chain of his dorn dergar in hand, a scowl on his face. "We got sum questions fer ye, giant. If'n ye favor stayin' in this side of tha livin', ye'd bes' bae answerin' 'em." he says in a low, threatening voice.
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Honestly, it's the same for me. I was tempted to drop out after this one, but since Morti and Falric are willing to keep going, so am I.
I'm here, too. Is everything going alright with you, Giant? I'm good with continuing on, but this is the second time you've had a long absence with no forewarning. I don't have any problem with long absences, and understand that real life happens, but if it happens again it would be nice to take a second to come online and say that you've got something going on and won't be able to post for a while.
"I ain't nae guid at tha searchin' an' findin'. I'll leave tha' tae them wit' better peepers."
What range is the giant at to me? Since I've I made the dorn dergar a reach weapon I can five-foot and full attack without provoking if she's within 15'.
Barundar begins his work of finishing off the orc in front of him!
...and with that one felled, he takes a step toward the next nearest threat.
I'm good to go!
With the benefit of the Haste spell in place, Barundar gives a loud shout of,"I'm bowlin' fer orc noggins!" as he charges into the fray, letting the chain on his dorn dergar out to its full 10' length as he swings the weapon around at the nearest orc in the group!
Har! After takin' oan tha' hag an' gettin' beat bloodeh by 'er, I think I migh' be damn happy tae hae a straight-up fight with a fire-breather!" the dwarf answers, only half joking. "A wee one, though." he adds quickly.
Sorry for being so silent the last week guys! Just been considering all the loot that we've found I guess. I'm tempted to claim the keen scythe, but I've already spent several feats getting Bar good with the dorn dergar, so it feels like it would be a waste to switch over to a different weapon. Though it wouldn't hurt to have the scythe as a backup I guess. As far as everything else goes, Barundar could use the orc-bane arrows, the orc-slaying arrow, and the ring of protection.
"Bloody guid timin' is wha' it is, tha's fer shure. If'n it's Desna behin' it, I may haveta hae a chat with Torag abou' 'er." Barundar comments, huffing out a breath. "Now if she'll keep us safe 'til we ge' tae tha boat."
Barundar blinks curiously at the scene before him as Morti is promptly assailed by an attractive she-elf and begins speaking in a tongue that is unfamiliar to him, but which he assumes is Elvish. "Uh...say, Morti? Who's yer friend, thair?"
"By the gods...mae tha' evil witch rot in tha deepest circle a' hell...pairr Eli. At least she ha' bain avenged, but tha' is cold comfert..." Barundar laments, kneeling to the ground beside his fallen companion.
"Ooyy...bloody lot'a good this armor done mae..." the dwarf says as he sits up, now his normal size again. "Thanks Falric!" he calls aloud to his companion as he gets to his feet.
Level: +1 Fighter (Total: Fighter 6) FC Bonus: +1 HP BAB: +1 (+6/+1) Saves: Fort +5/Ref +2/Will +2 Fighter Bonus Feat: Great Cleave Adventuring Skills: +2
Background Skills: +2
Special Abilities: Shattering Strike +2
"Keep her busy, Falric!" Barundar says, getting into the now-extended range of his dorn dergar, taking another swing at the hag.
Growling low in his throat, Barundar moves as quickly as he is able in the direction that he last knew the others were, trying to get out of the fog.
Moving through the rubble and pebbles conjured up by Ewigga, Barundar extends his grip on his dorn dergar's chain, swinging the weapon over his head once to get some momentum into it before he swings the even-heavier ball at the hag!
"Deceiver!!" Barundar roars, moving backwards away from the woman before invoking a word of command. A momentary pulsing glow from his armor, and the dwarf suddenly grows in size, an order of magnitude larger than he was moments ago, and his weapon with him!
Question, DM. Uskroth's Armor's description says "...Once per day on command, the armor can bestow upon its wearer the effects of righteous might for 5 rounds..." Since it's "on command", would it be a free action to invoke? Or does it cost some other type of action to use the ability?
Drawing in a deep breath, Barundar takes off at a sprint, trying to close the distance between him and the brambleblight!
Yeah, I'm still here. Sorry for the radio silence since the board came back to life! I would've posted something from Barundar, but with the combat started, I feel like it'd be better to wait until it's my turn.
Me too!
"Sounds like a good plan tae mae!" Barundar agrees.
Barundar gleefully joins in the fray, swinging his dorn dergar in a wide vertical arc to bring it as close to the thing's head as he can.
Looks like the gang's all here again, then! Woo! Question: would activating Uskroth's Armor's righteous might thing take a standard action?
Falric clinging to his back, Barundar descends the rope down into the greenhouse ahead of Morti, taking up a defensive position but not moving forward until the cleric is on the ground.
I don't think I'd necessarily need the spell, Morti; remember Barundar has Uskroth's Armor, which allows him to use Righteous Might five rounds per day.
"We might hae nae choice but tae take tha dragonfly oot first, the hard wae...if we dae, I'm sure tha' yair spell tha' lets you see invisible things wull bae right handy. Dae yae have ony asides tha' one tha' cuild give us an edge?"
Mair invisible enemies...I hawp ye hae mair o' that spell that lets ye see 'em ready tae go, Morti. We awready took a fair mean beating juist getting 'ere, ought we nae rest 'ere and recover ourselves afore we press on intae mair danger? Or are we good tae go?" "We wull do whit we kin tae hulp ye re-take the Vault, lady. Juist sae ye know, we wur sent tae this place fur aid against those giants by anither o' your Order - an elf we call Silvermane. Dae ye remember him?" Barundar asks.
"Aye, that spell wis juist whit we wantit! thank God ye hud it ready, Morti. Eli, ye dinnae need tae keep up wi' us. We'll clear th' wey fur ye 'n' come back wance tis safe. Na need tae pat ye thro' unnecessary danger." he says, following Morti over to the door.
Still unable to see the creatures, Barundar aims for any blood spray that might be left behind by Falric's slicing!
The pain of the fey's attack brings a shout of pain from the dwarf and he winds up to take a big, sweeping swing at the creature where he last saw it.
I'd be alright with continuing. Thanks for PMing me about this! I had the game hidden so it wouldn't keep showing up on my active games. I'll take that off until the others have answered you.
Barundar follows behind Morti, eager to help his fallen comrades, but doing his best not to rush in foolishly, no matter what his instincts may be.
Barundar roars when the sharp, spine-like twigs pierce him through the gaps in his armor; he brings his dorn dergar to bear at the twigjack attacked by Falric, hoping to eliminate the most immediate threat to the group.
"Bloody hell...reckon I ougta've expected plants, this is a druid thing..."
"Aye, new day, new chance tae bash in sum skulls!"
"Aye, I'd be fine wi' callin' it a night fer now. Ain't gonna dae onybody ony good if'n we press on til someone's dead."
"Urf...thank'ee, Mort...bloody fool giant..." the dwarf says, kicking the corpse of the beast as he stands.
Barundar moves forward while readying his dorn dergar, spinning the weapon above his head while calling out to the giant. "Oy, c'mon ye foul git! Bring yer pretty face to me!" he taunts.
Barundar tightens his grip on the chain of his weapon, looking about suspiciously. "It cannae bae so simply. 'Ere's summat tha's gonna jump out an' swipe at us..."
"The sooner we are done with this swamp, the better!"
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