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Braydir pulls out his warhammer and takes a swing at the creature directly before him where the rest of his companions are. He is so ill prepared for this attack however that his attack completely misses. He grunts loudly frustrated and comments, "C'MERE!"
Braydir has grown accustom to introducing himself to new members of the Silver Seekers. Somehow he has worked himself into the role of a veteran in the group and performs his routine backslapping ritual followed by a celebratory mug of ale. Or three.
Braydir grunts and folds his arms, "Why nae. We're droppin' them left and right like flies. Let's keep tha fresh blood comin' in I suppose." Waving to the catfolk, he motions her to join them. "Welcome to the Silver Seekers lass!"
Thank you! I'll make the necessary changes.
Alright, let me just double check before I move on. Hero Lab shows Braydir at 872GP, but 750 of that is the wand putting me at 122 GP. WBL for 3 is 3,000 GP. I can go shopping for another 2800GP then?
"Aye. I'll scan the rooms for signs of a hidden evil we may have overlooked previously. Let's be gone then."
Alright! I'm leveled up, refilled my wand to 50 chargers, but I have a question about WBL. What am I supposed to be adding for that? Were we entitled to make sure changes and get gear that I overlooked?
Sorry my computer crashed this weekend and I had to rebuild it (and hero lab). I'm awaiting my new license key. Hope to have it tonight/tomorrow! Thanks for the wand! <3
Braydir is in the other room when he hears the sound of the statue breaking. He rushes in hammer at the ready and relaxes when he just sees it is Kaven. He nods to to the magus, "I think perhaps we have completed exploration here. Did we completely explore tha lower floors? If so it may be time ta return. Khere?"
I <3 leveling up! Woot!
Works for me, don't stress on it too much. I like a party size between four and six and I'm not too picky about composition. If we have six rogues we'll find a way to make it work ;)
Sorry, Paizo's downtime this week caused me to implement a small break out of frustration. What to do here, I'm not sure. Personally I'm not going anywhere, I GM and play in multiple games here on Paizo so it's not like I'm leaving. That being said I recognize my posting rate has dropped substantially over the last year due to schedule changes. Can I commit to posting twice a week? No, I don't want to make a promise I can do that. I can tell you that I will try to do it if you want to keep it going. By no means am I saying I don't want to play, I just have competing priorities that continually sideline me from making an appearance here as often as I'd like. I'll support your decision either way Redelia!
The dwarf raises one eyebrow as he tracks the floating head. "What be this unholy creature! Ta arms!" Pulling out his warhammer he does his best to strike at the flying creature, swipining wildly into t he air above him.
The stout dwarf appraises the newcomer with a chuckle as he slaps Kaven on the back with his palm. "If ye had approached us earlier I wou' have had greater reservations. But as it be, we have already suffered much turnover ourselves and apparently have an openin' for another companion. Come, let us raise a mug ta Cayden and toast our new companion!" Looking around he frowns, "Or, later then. Let's get back ta work!" Nodding to Kaven's suggestion he asks, "Are ye good with traps then? We had this Tengu ..." Thinking back he just shakes his head as he trails off.
Braydir looks at the decorated sarcophagus and frowns. "We're searchin' for treasure. Be we then ta lift tha lid of tha sarcophagus ta search within or expected ta scrape tha jewels from tha sarcophagus? Where lies tha border between deseceration of restin' places me friends?"
Welcome back!
Sorry to hear about your loss :(
Braydir is overcome by the death kitties. Unable to fight off the multiple attacks, he begins to feel ill and unable to retaliate. Even his please for assistance come to an end. Temporarily.
[ooc]Hey you guys do what you gotta do, don't mind the stubborn dwarf! ;)]/ooc] Braydir continues to curse as he flails his weapon about in attempts to dislodge the damn kittens. "Bah! C'mon laddies, stop standin' around!"
Braydir flails about flinging kittens left and right. He would glare at Jeggare if he could. "OOOOhhhh nae ye dinna! If ye think for one minute I'm goin' ta let ye do that so ye can punch me in me face again, I'll shove these damn undead bein's so far down yer throat that ---" His train of thought stops as he scream again as he is overrun with the undead cats.
The dwarf curses in several languages as he begins to be consumed by a hundreds of kittens. He swings his large warhammer around and tries to swat as many of them as possible. "Git them off me! They be undead and weapons aren't as effective as other attacks be! Git them off me! "
"Laddies I dinna ken if ye be seein' what I be seein', but it be lookin' like we're in for trouble from a buncha cats. Ta arms!" Braydir pushes through the crowd and heads to the east of the kitties and whacks away at them with his warhammer.
Braydir is abou to point out to Morharis that there is a trap ahead when he sounds the alarm with the whistle. Recalling an incident several days back with the previous Tengu trapsmith, Braydir decides to lets the expert do his work while he supports from the rear. The very very rear as he takes several steps backwards out of range of a malfunction.
Braydir puts all of his effort into his strike and leaves nothing left in order to avoid become stuck to it. He strains to break himself from the adehsive and sighs when he is unable to do so. Looking to his companions he asks, "Help?"
Being as the group caught the monster by surprise, he quickly moves behind it to achieve flanking with his companions. Once in position behind it he lashes out with his warhammer with expert precision.
We killed a bug, Jeggare punched me in the face and we entered a crypt.
Braydir grumbles to Hajar's comment but doesn't make his thoughts audible.
When the first punch in the face lands, Braydir's eyes flare and he draws his own fist to retaliate and lands a blow square on his jaw. "Why ya sonuva-" When the healing relief washes over him it catches him by surprise and he lowers his fist.
When the second punch comes he raises his own fist to retaliate once more, but stops to see if the same feeling of relief washes over him. This continues until his bleeding and weariness has passed and he is only left with a bruised face (and ego). He reaches up and grabs Jeggare's shirt and pulls him down towards is own face and whispers, "Dinna do that again without warnin' me first. Alright thar?" He nods as if it is settled and adds, "Thanks. I think." Once the issue is done he leads the group to the crypt.
Braydir groans loudly as the bite sinks into his body. Surprised by the massive amount of damage it deals he is completely unprepared for his retaliation and misses horribly. Thankful for the healing that washes over him he gasps out, "This ain't a magical thin' and surely nae be undead. It's prety damn close ta dead now though, finish it off fellas!"
The dwarf walks out and tries to identify the huge beast as he moves to get a good angle. "Oh me, that thin' be huge! What be that?!" Striking with his warhammer, he slams his weapon into the beast with expert precision but with little force.
After Jeggare's extra strong punch that turns the creature into a pile of sand, Braydir points out the strange disturbance in it. He walks over and gently shakes Malik,"Time ta wake back up lad, we're nae quite through for tha day yet I'm afraid." "Eh, look at that thar. Looks oddly out of place, doesn't it?"
Grimacing, the dwarf tightens his grip on his warhammer and makes his way to the enemy.
The dwarf turns towards the evil spirit of the house, slipping his hand to the warhammer. "Alright, listen up spirit of tha house. What be yer intentions ta me companions? Seriously, we've had a long day already and we'd really just like ta go ta tha party where we ken whether if ye have ill thoughts and deeds ahead of ye, or if ye be here ta help us?"
I will be traveling for work for the next week and a half, my posting schedule will become spotty.
Braydir motions to the parlor. "Let's head that way. It looks ta me like it might be some kinda parlor. If thar were floatin' heads in here, I hate ta think what we might find in thar though. Be on yer guard lads."
Braydir exclaims, "Unbelievable." The dwarf moves up to strike the first atrocity, but the unbelievable sight before him causes him to completely and utterly miss his strike.
Braydir examines the other dining room, to see if it looks different than the servants room. Once there he assists Malik in inspecting it.
No worries, good luck on your job hunt!
The dwarf seems nonplussed by Jeggare's response but decides now is not an appropriate time to cause a scene, making a note to comment on this later. Once Malik has finished his chronicling of the murals he leads the party towards the granary and studies the area closely once there.
The dwarf slowly moves about, examining each area slowly as long as their is no imminent threat. "I guess they felt they were abandoned by the gods?" Braydir shoots him a look, "If they were then they deserved it. Tha Gods do nae desert ye unless ye have given them cause ta do so!"
The dwarf relays the information about the dagger in the skeleton to his teammates before moving into to check it further.
Braydir slowly opens the closest door and takes study of the room.
Braydir looks around as well, looking for signs of upcoming trouble. He concurs with Hajar with a brief nod of his head. "Right. Let's be movin'." Braydir moves in the indicated direction, checking for trouble.
Braydir frowns at the scorched tips of his beard. He points to Jegarre and says, "I'll let that one go. Please try ta avoid from scorchin' yer companions in tha future if at all possible. Gabriel was in nae danger from a few tiny spiders!" When the new threat is discovered, the warhammer is still in his hands and he swings but takes a terrible approach and doesn't even come close to reaching this bug.
Braydir slides up five feet to allow room for companions to enter the room. Firmly grasping the shaft of his warhammer he grunts, "Hyah!" as he slams the hammer into the skull of the adjacent creature.
Hey gang I'm headed off to a work conference for a week, I'll be back late next week. If I get in the way and hold things up please GMPC me Redelia.
Braydir puts his weapon away and slaps Morharis on the back. "Ha!" he exclaims excitedly, pointing to the dead snake. "See! Ye be much more effective when ye attack tha beast instead of turn tail and run. Nice shot." Noticing Jibril takes his time in looking around he turns to wait patiently on his results, pulling his hammer back out once more.
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