Can't be uninjured for more than a moment can I? He shakes off the worst of the viscera, enough to clear his vision at the very least. Then he continues to deadly beat of combat.
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Bertolt lets the spikes shower over him, focusing on blocking the more directed attacks. He returns his own blows, aiming at the same fleshwarp that Bella managed to injure.
Bertolt's bushy brows wag as his eyes flick about the room. Too spread out. Can't contain them all, can't let them behind me. He raises his hammer, striking it on his shield with an ear-shattering ring. He gives a joyous laugh with his challenge.
Bertolt raises his shield with a nod to Zetty, opening the door.
Bertolt narrows his brows. "Hmm. Either the man is lying, or the devils are. Between the two I know what is more likely, although man is far from angelic. I say we return and press the devils."
"Perhaps we can even smuggle something of value on our way out." Bertolt muses with a chuckle.
"Stay in the middle, we shall return to the surface. Come!" As ever Bertolt leads the way back out.
"Bertolt Siegward Zeindolf, at your service." Bertolt announces proudly. But he keeps the rest of his comments to himself, not wanting to overwhelm the woman with too many people talking at once.
Bertolt acts as Bella's muscle, helping to gently move and place the woman as Bella works on her. Assuming she stirs, Bertolt offers his waterskin. "Come, drink, breath. You're all right."
"Bbbbzzzrrtt, ah, foul creatures of electricity! Feel my own!"
"We are in danger, yes? Yes." Bertolt charges forth and swings at one of the angry flaring lights!
Oh dang, thanks for letting me know Zetty. Hmm. Toughness is always good. I could take Untrained Improvisation to be better at skills I'm not trained in?
"Sounds like a solid heading Zetty, I shall lead the way!"
Bertolt Level 7! HP: +14 (total of 108 now)
Bertolt cheerily throws an arm around Zetty. "Agreed, onwards!"
After having his armor forged with the new magic properties taken from the crypt, Bertolt returns to the others with his beaming smile, ready to proceed!
Thanks Zetty! @GM - Can I get somebody in town to transfer the armor runes onto Bertolt's full plate? There is a Armor Potency +1 rune and a Resilient rune, which cost 160gp and 340gp respectively, so as I understand it to transfer both of them would be 10% of the cost for a total of 50gp.
Bertolt loudly enters and finds the nearest chair, collapsing into it dramatically. "Arrrghhh, what a day! It was a glorious one, but truly exhausting! Barkeep I will take your darkest, stoutest ale, and keep it coming!" He pats his grumbling stomach. "And two hearty meals!"
Bertolt weathers the blows and bullies him into a corner, stepping after him. "FOUL BEAST, YE SHALL FALL NOW! SURRENDER!"
Bertolt blocks the rapier, catching it in one of the edges and twisting it hard!
Bertolt lets his hammer fall, opting for his slicing longsword to deal with the rubbery body of the Jafaki!
Bertolt shakes his head. "Ah, my mind was not mine own! I shall fell these foul creatures!" He turns his enlarged form and charges into the fray, going for the northernmost creature as it's closer to the stairs.
Bertolt was unprepared for the scorching assault. He responds by drawing a light hammer on his belt, flinging it forward at the creature that threw the spell at him!
Bertolt purses his lips down, and puts his hammer away to instead replace it with a couple strips of jerky from his rations. Judging by the bones in the area it is used to a protein heavy diet. He slowly moves forward and lowers himself to a knee, gently tossing out the rations a couple feet in front of him towards the ooze. "No need to fight mine friend. We are here to rid this place of monsters, and a creature that wants naught but sustenance is no monster."
Bertolt looks down at the ooze, raising his brow in curiosity. He raises his shield but not his hammer. "So uhh...are we in danger?" He asks aloud to the party, keeping his eyes on the ooze.
As the creature falls, Bertolt's hammer does not abate. He drops his shield entirely and with two hands brings down his hammer, and with a twists lets loose a shock of electricity throughout the corpse. He breathes heavily, pulling his hammer free from the muck, wide-eyed with a mixture of anger and fear.
In his anger he left himself vulnerable and took the full brunt of the attack. It did not stop his silent vicious onslaught though.
Bertolt goes uncharacteristically quiet as he recovers from the mental assault brought on by the monster's tentacle. His shield stays low while he raises the hammer, the crackling electricity reflecting in his eyes and raising his beard hairs as he throws his weight against the monster!
Bertolt shoves the creature back with his shield, but his eyes are wide and his pupils dilated. He begins speaking in a scared voice, entirely in dwarfish. "Ool hteups, yhutu hoxu olai lau? E snop onau...E huot E yenn onyools du onau ay..." He cowers behind his shield.
Bertolt charges loudly into the room, mostly wanting to make sure it focuses on him rather than his allies.
Bertolt stacked up behind Bella, ready to intervene should anything go awry.
"Well done all! Well fought indeed, if I am taking the worst of these fiend's assault and we all come out alive we are fortunate indeed!" "I say we continue on this floor, sweeping it in it's entirety. Let us leave no stone unturned."
@Bella - I changed around the battlefield to give you a very easy flank, go slice him up!
Bertolt interposes his hammer between himself and the mandibles, easily keeping them off him. His eyes watched the larger devil behind them. But even he was not ready for the speed of the glaive as it came down. His shield came up, and with a horrendous wrench of metal it takes an edge of the horrible wound inflicted on Bertolt. He snarls but does not falter, and instead of pushing back against the weapon he wraps his shield arm around it and pulls it straight down to try to strip the weapon away!
Bertolt slams his shield and hammer into the zebub in front of Kragga, hoping that one can be focused down quickly to shatter the enemy defenses.
His hammer was clumsily swung, but his shield edge came straight for the mouth of the flying little devil.
Bertolt moves forward, shield raised as he bangs on it loudly with his hammer. "COME FOUL DEVILS, AND BREAK YOURSELF AGAINST MINE SHIELD!"
Bertolt frowns at the suggestion of thieving from the man. "Were we not on good terms? He is no monster. Foolish perhaps, but that is no reason to rob a man." He scratches his beard in thought, shifting. He had expressed his distaste in it but not so strong as a paladin might, and did not make a physical move to stop his comrades.
Bertolt jollily tapped along but spared the room from his own singing. For now, a few more ales in and they might not be so lucky.
After some consideration of his options, Bertolt finds a large table, flips it on its side, and carries it over to the stage. "Clear a path, clear a path! Come, see how many it takes to stand against my might! I will shove this table through to the far wall, let us see how many it takes to halt my advance!" He roars boisterously. "Whoever guesses correctly their next round is on me!"
Bertolt perks up and his eyebrows waggle at the description of the challenge. "Display of strength you say? Now there is something I can be of help with."
Bertolt chuckles. "I am a confident singer, but not a good one."
I am here as well. I understand the burnout, I have been there many times. I trust in whatever decision you make. I will be here if/when the game continues.
"Seems to fulfill the plan obligation we had set out to discover. I say we return with this information."
Bertolt was wise enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. He absentmindedly nodded along to Zetty's words, and did his best to seem relaxed but focused; his attempt to seem like a bodyguard who doesn't see much action.
Bertolt chuckles at Zetty's musings. He goes to where the first secret door is located on the west and opens it with shield raised.
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