I don't want to stop. However I do also feel a sense of accomplishment because we actually finished. I have a PBP kingmaker that is over 10 years old. Still in book 3
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Beordt lets out a happy bear roar. "Tis a good sight." Beordt nods to the old minotaur. "We are glad to bring them back to you." As the boat is secured Beordt readies to head to the inn. He stops when his feet hit solid ground reveling in knowing its solid and enjoying that strange sensation of the world still rocking with the boat as his brain adjusts to the change. He smiles at the others and heads for the door of the inn.
Beordt lets out a laugh over the storm, "Stay dry." He moves to the oar that Dacknar had earlier suggested nodding to the elf. Ready to help.
Beordt was moving toward the oar but when Toki jumps in he moves to the rope and braces himself for the signal to pull.
Beordt a coil rope throws a line out in the direction of the fallen refugees.
Beordt does his best to keep himself in the boat and to balance things with himself and Rilkus.
Beordt makes a puzzled twist to his face and points to his own chest as if to say, "Who me?" The more the woman talks the more lost the bearkin looks. He mumbles, "Drown a god?" He speaks louder,
Beordt puts a hand up to see the sorceress but it blocks his view of the hail stone that strikes him on the crown just behind his ear. He lets our a short pained bear noise.
Beordt yells over the torrent, "Tie yourself down to that big tree." he turns and knocks on the hut, "Toki get out here. Maybe ye can talk this weather warlock into not washing us away."
Beordt nods at Toki's suggestion. He helps build Gauis' lean-tos.
Beordt covered in gore turns and with a laugh that still sounds a little angry, despite its self-deprecating humor, "See the ground is perfectly safe." After a moment he looks at the dark water. He looks to Toki quietly asking, "The flowers try to kill us we have found many monsters in the waters. . . I really don't want this filth to dry in my fur. What hell will come if I bathe."
Beordt facepalms . . . what do you mean I am blessed?
Beordt twists his muzzle in what might be a smirk and rushes the hag.
Beordt roars annoyed. He rushes to Toki's side. Looks at him, "You smell like last night's stew." He offers the side of his muzzle for a punch an old berserker's trick to stay motivated to fight.
Beordt continues his raging attack against the zombie.
Beordt takes 4 from one hit.
Beordt looks about noting the many targets. He lumbers in bear like fashion greatsword leading toward the nearest zombie.
"Get that b!tch to the shore so we can kill it." Beordt lays into zombies.
Not understanding Gauis' rant Beordt roars his approval of savagery.
Beordt roars in furry and unloads on the nearest foe.
Beordt drops a solid hit on his first strike and moves again to repeat the process landing an even greater hit.
Beordt looks about remembering flowers and monsters that.
Beordt nods and helps Gauis ready the sight.
Beordt looks to the refugees and those from these jungles, "I do not know these waters. Are they rough, full of rapids, or calm. I do know they have monsters. The jungle around us also has monsters. Its really a matter of where we think we have an advantage."
Beordt looks about, "Are we better on the water to rest or here? In a land were even the flowers try to eat you. How do you wisely pick, safe . . . well safer?"
Beordt pulls forth his greatsword and rushes to where the creature had been. Bringing the sword down.
Beordt moves closers taking careful aim with his bow. Trying to kill the beast grappling the human.
Feeling silly for presenting a target to a creature that wouldn't do the same. Beordt pulls his bow back out and takes aim at the one everyone else has been targeting.
Beordt readies his greatsword as he rushes toward the lead monster. Roaring in fury.
Beordt laughs at Dacknar and fires an arrow at one of the new targets moving to be along the intercept line as the creatures move closer.
Beordt 'fires' his bow but the arrow drops near his foot he ducks retreaving it and sends it off in the creature's general direction but far to the side.
"Hells if I know. Like everything else it wants us dead. Kill it first." Beordt moves to front of the group and fires a couple arrows and readies to meet the charge.
Away for the weekend camping. Bot if you need to. Talk to you all soon.
Beordt drops his bow and rushes the creatures on the shore with his sword drawing as he runs. With a leap he brings his sword down twice. He rethinks biting a jellyfish even in his rage.
Beordt waits for another shot.
Not seeing a foe that can stand toes to toe Beordt chooses not be o face it on its turf. He pulls out his short bow and fires when the main honey of the creature breaks the surface.
"Nah my gear thought it was captain o' the ship and went down with it." He shrugs. "I don't even have rope."
During the trip. "What lives in the waters that we avoid?" Once at the crossing Beordt looks around.
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