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Boros grins as he receives his freedom! "You're alright, Boss. It's been fun, but I's gonna get myself back to town!" Before he goes, Boros unpins his Bravery Baldric (Fleet) and hands it to Shemar. "Seems like you're out for some more adventurin'. Keep it. And remember to be brave." He gives the sorcerer a wink. And then begins the journey back home. And no doubt back to more trouble.
Boros admires his handiwork in helping Stepnik start the forge. "Halflings make their own luck, am I right?" He gives the bard a fist bump. "Maybe I'll become a blacksmith's apprentice," he grins. He heads out with the others to find Oona and her wagon. "Well, took a damn sight longer n' any o' us expected, but hopin' the rest o' the road ta Hearth'll be a bit easier n' this." He then goes to find Valkor, the reason why Boros had gotten outta prison--and almost got himself killed. "Hey Boss, yer gonna put in a good word for me, right? I did my job e'en when yer sorry ass went down." Of course, I'd have run if we didn't get backup, but you don't need to know that.
Boros starts lighting some kindling, hoping to help Stepnik get the forge going!
"Not it!" shouts Boros, steering clear of the frightful dagger.
"Phew, and I was 'bout ready fer more stabbin'."
"Yeah, what she said. Don't make us kill you again," warns Boros, as he spies the reforming ghost.
"Yup, this is real weird," agrees Boros. He shivers as he enters the room. He does what feels like the natural thing and approaches the throne--weapons drawn.
[b]"Eh, watch it boyo!" cries the rogue as he's splashed by some explosive material. He tries slashing at the skeleton a couple of times.
Hi folks. Sorry for the delay. I've come to the conclusion that I want to wind down my PbP games. I've done PbPs for a long time and enjoyed them, but I've been struggling with checking in regularly. Boros wants to bring Oona safely through, earn his freedom, and do who knows what next? My goal is to be more diligent until that's done, then call it a wrap.
Boros knocks on a wooden plank. "Don't be jinxin' it," warns Boros. They'd spent a whole morning without anything trying to kill them yet. "We got just a few rooms left."
I am also going to San Diego--not for work.
Boros gets into a stealthy position, then opens the door to the northeast!
Boros sure hopes this new ghost is stabbable as he moves up to attack it!
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"Oh, hell no! I ain't gettin' paid enough fer that crap! Boros starts heading down the stairs. "C'mon, let's re-kill some dead things." Boros starts heading downstairs, scouting for the team.
Boros sidles up to the door, peers into the lock, turns, and shrugs. "I know a thing or two 'bout locks, and this one ain't easy. Better find the key, or have someone tough try bustin' it down."
Boros continues to play scout for the part as they decide to head downward instead of onward.
"Nice ta meet ya, Travis," says Boros, offering a small hand to shake. Looks like the perfect stooge to take some hits for us! he thinks to himself.
"I ain't afraid of stuff--hand that thing over to me!" Boros wears the baldric with pride!
Boros keeps a close eye out for the horrible bugs that came from the nest. Or zombies. Or a ghost. "You sure that's not just junk Shemar?" Nevermind that he was trying (and failing) to grab the same thing just yesterday.
"Name's Boros," says one of the halflings, reintroducing himself at camp. "Though some call me Snake. We're just tryin' ta get this caravan through" Boros has long and aggressively unkempt hair, but a trimmed beard. His low cut shirt shows off a portion of a snake tattooed on his chest. He takes in the newcomers that had arrived in the nick of time. "So why are you lot here? Someone payin' ya to clean up this mess?" When the group discusses plans, Boros chimes in. "Don't know a lick about this place, but we already cleared out the west side. Seems like we oughta try the east side like Shemar says."
"I mean, we can tell the authorities whatever--but we're the ones takin' care o' the problem here," grumbles Boros. "They better pay us for this." He doubted they would. Funny how he'd thought this would be an easy job.
"Let's just get some nice rest first. Not sure we oughta be sleepin' with that dagger 'round if we find the damn thing."
"Well what are we gonna do if we find the dagger? I's got enough problems without bein' called a murderer when the dagger made me do it!"
"Holy water, letter writing materials," begins Boros with a shrug as e goes through a box. And then, the jackpot: "A fancy wand! Anyone make heads or tails o' this?"
Boros goes for what seems like the most obvious thing--the wooden box! He takes it and looks inside, hoping it has some valuables.
The above is what I have done for years! Did we manage to go where we need to open the damned gate? If so, I'd want to open it. If not, seems like we rest and hope that the ghost doesn't re-materialize that quickly (if ever).
"Didn't find no dagger. Plenty o' zombies, blood-sucking bugs and a ghost, though. Whatever this dagger is, seems like it causes ya to backstab your buddies." Boros leads the way to where Valkor is lying unconscious. "We'll take any help we can get. I stab, sneak, and steal--I don't heal. Maybe we carry Boss to Oona's cart to rest.".
"We killed it, we killed it!" shouts Boros. He then realizes he looks ridiculous and composes himself. "Ahem, I mean of course we killed it" and didn't run away. "The name's Boros. We got some blokes hurt or down, can ya help out?"
Boros strides forward, then calls out at it. "A'ight you crazy ghost, ever thought that YOU might be the one dyin' tonight?"
Just as quick as he says this, Boros slinks away, not wanting to die himself. "You and me, Sebastien. We're takin' this down!" It's pretty obvious that Boros isn't helping Sebastien with much of anything right now.
Boros grabs the holy water and moves forward. "Sebastien, you can kill this damn thing, right?" Boros moves forward, gives Sebastien the water, then moves forward again.
Boros would be glad to do a handoff or toss next round for some telekinetic projecting!
"Oh sure, the vial of clear liquid!" says Boros. He runs back to the altar which is conveniently far away from the ghost. And tries to pick up the vial.
I swear Boros will fight this thing at some point; just need an in-character motivation to do so after it is conveniently distracted.
Boros is quite surprised to see this ghost turning its back on them! As he hears some voices in the distance, he becomes worried that Elry has come looking for them! He sneaks forward, trying to stay out of sight.
Valkor--the Boss--was down. Very down. As he watches Sebastien slink away, it seemed he had a choice. Stand and fight, or save his skin. Was he a hero? His gaze shifts between the ghost and the fallen monk. "This ain't my fight,' he says, and joins Sebastien in fleeing!
Hey folks! My work situation has resolved itself much sooner than expected, and I am getting back into my games! I'm delighted that you guys re-recruited!
Hi folks, my theory that things would be better in a week was too optimistic. I suspect work is going to keep me from posting for the next couple of months, with late September being the time where I can jump back in. I have a September 21 deadline I'm facing, and there may be spillover / I'll need to recover. I'm really sorry for the trouble. I will roll with whatever solution makes sense to you. Happy to have my character botted or have my character or just step away from the action temporarily. If you prefer to move on entirely, I'm okay with that too; I don't want to sap the momentum of any of my games.
Boros quietly moves forward and check out the stains on the floorboard, wondering if they are blood.
"No, I ain't lettin' those bloodsuckers surprise me from behind!" insist Boros. He decides to try and make his way into the nest.
But he fails. Being short had its disadvantages. Humbled, he sullenly continues forward, trying to stay stealthy.
"Gee, thanks Valkor," says Boros sarcastically as he fails to help. Fortunately, the bleeding seems to top on it own. And Shemar's insight helps him connect the dots. "These vampire mosquitoes are the worst!" His gaze turns to the nest to see if they needed to be ready for any more of those things, or if they could move by safely.
"Eh, somebody gimme a hand with this stupid barb!" complains Boros as he continues to bleed.
. Boros may be hurting, but he was going to do more hurt to these bugs!
After cutting a path through his foes, Boros stares down another bug as if daring it to stay in slicing range.
Boros tries to murderize the bug attached to him. If it dies, he moves to a bug attached to Shemar.
Let's kick some butt!
"That ain't gonna work," mumbles Boros as Shemar sneaks forward, but he decides he better back up the sorcerer, since he was pretty stealthy himself.
I'm traveling to Asia for the next couple of weeks, so my posts might be delayed. Will try to check in when I can. Feel free to bot me.
Boros trudges back up to the top and to the outdoors.
He didn't see the threat himself, but comes alert as Shemar warns them.
"Might have ta go back upstairs," concludes the halfling, as he leads the way back up."[/b]
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