Hey guys, I'm sorry to say that I need to bow out of the game. Good luck in your adventures, it's been fun.
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I'm surprised at how rocket speed this game has been.
Brennus spends the next day inspecting the cavern's arms and armament, looking for rust or other signs of wear. Cataloging and sorting them in groups of "in good condition", "needs repair", and "unusable".
Sucks they just blocked paizo from my office so I can't post at work anymore from my pc. That's odd, I experienced the same thing last night/this morning.
"The mists are coming up through the tunnel. Whatever caused the breach must have been enormous, slaughters a good number of lizard-folk down there." Brennus' gaze falls on the tunnel. Let's hope it doesn't decide to come up through here.
Brennus helps Tagolan out of the pit, then hurries after Rose.
"We don't have enough time. We need to collapse the tunnel."
Brennus nocks an arrow. "Seems you're about to find out."
Brennus follows after Rose.
Brennus nods, then walks back to the workshop. After he's cleared everyone out, he takes his armor off and starts the ritual that calls for the power of his ancestral line, focusing it through his ancestral armor. Afterwards, he ritually redons the armor, and is ready for battle.
Brennus exits his workshop, his armor gleaming in the torchlight. "Here I am. May our ancestors guide us to victory."
He looks over at Tagolan, "I could use an hour," then at Rose, "How's that sound to you?"
Brennus tilts his head toward Tagolan as he speaks to Rose, "I'd rather not die in my bed," then follows after the ranger.
Brennus glances around the cavern, then gives Tagolan a serious look, "We need to deal with this, before it finds the cavern and kills us all.
Brennus finishes tightening his belt over his armor as the last of the group enters the workshop. He grabs his weapons and runs over to Tagolan and Rose, slipping his sickle into the belt as he arrives. "No, I'm not ready. Should have put the armor on this morning, now I'm running around half cocked." He tests the string tension of his longbow. "At least this is ready." Brennus slings his quiver over his shoulder, draws an arrow, and nocking it on the string.
He wriggles into the armor and begins to tighten the straps along the sides. Damn! Should have realized all the noise would attract something! "Quick! You there!" Brennus points to a group of huddling people, "Get in the workshop! Stay quiet!"
Brennus rushes out of his workshop, carrying the armor of his ancestors in one hand, his weapons in the other. "Tagolan! Have you seen it!?!" Cautiously, he sets his weapons at his feet and starts to hastily don his bronze armor.
This beast quake is happening on the first day right?
Just got home from work and I'm dead tired, so I'll post my actions this evening. See you guys then.
After casting his vote, Brennus sat back in his chair to await the result. Now, with Rose the victor, Brennus nodded his head and stood again, this time picking up his chair, the wood stave and draw-knife, then heading back into his workshop.
Not so much for me, had it not been for the fact benny doesn't actually want to rule, it would have been a difficult choice. I can see how you would think that, but for me it wasn't such a easy choice.
Brennus stoically observes the "debate" from his chair, arms folded across his chest. She's made some fair points.
Are there anymore questions from anyone? If not, I motion for the deciding vote.
Brennus turns to Rose. I am a warrior, scion of a long line of conquering heroes. My skills with the bow are second only to my ability to fashion them. The will of my ancestors guides my hand and voice, and they would have me go forth, above or below, and lay siege upon the very hearts of our enemies. But..., he motions to Lershoth, his man has the right of it, who shall lead?
I'd like to join whatever group is sent out to explore the caverns, perhaps we can dig ourselves out from under the mists... Come to think of it, if we do fell any beasts of the dark, we can turn their hides to armor and their bones to weapons. Crude, but effective.
Duck Fitzgerald Hahaha!
When was the last time we went up to the door and checked on the outside world?
Brennus pats Talirin on the shoulder, "Thank you, my friend," then returns to his chair. He picks up the ash stave for a moment, but places it back against the wall instead of continuing his work. I should rest before continuing, but there are more who wish to speak...let them speak. Gods help us.
"What I've become!?!" Brennus' face darkens, "I have denied not a single man or woman, goblin or otherwise. Benny's plan is foolishness! And I would gainsay any other creature that brought it forward, even if he be one of the gods themselves!"
Brennus stands and glowers at Tagolan over Talirin's shoulder. "Do that again...and you can find yourself another bow-maker Tagolan."
Brennus waves off the conversation with Benny, "Do what thou wilt dreamer. May thy foolishness doom only thyself."
For I am the
"Cavalry?" Brennus lays the draw-knife upon his lap and points a half-curled, upturned finger at the goblin, "Do you suppose the mists will part at your bidding and produce horses and saddles upon which we will ride against the denizens left above? We have passed the time for the fantasies of power. Our resources are dwindling, a decade from now we will be little better than the rats and roaches that dwell in the dark. We must make plans for the present, our focus must be in the now."
Brennus scratched the hair over his chin, as he looked out at the crowd gathered in the cavern. He sat in an old wooden chair, in front of the side passage that led to his workshop. This is best, he thought, let the people decide who will lead them, history's burden should not fall on blood this day. He took up a stave harvested from the root of an old ash tree, and set it against the inside of his foot. Wood was rare these days, but the hunters still needed armament and the stave would make for a sturdy short-bow. Longbows were scarce, and Brennus found little cause to use his own; the cave rats weren't worth the wood. He unsheathed his draw-knife and began to work his craft as Jalal stepped forward.
Glad to have you back Korak.
Maybe all of you will. I'm a second row fighter in magic armor, I'll have plenty of time to strategically retreat and inform your soon to be grieving families. It's a sad burden to bear, but I will do it for you, because it's the least you deserve, dearest of friends I've only met briefly in the underground.
Exciting times!
Brennus might have helped Tagolan out with repairing or making him a bow. Defending the people from subterranean horrors requires functional equipment, which Brennus would happily help provide if the materials were available.
Dearest GM, how does the information statline suit you?
@ Jalel, seriously, you favorited your own post? Hahahaha! Brilliant.
"Hmph, simpletons. Clearly, I should be your Duke!" If you added some enchantment spells and Perform: Singing, you'd only be a few kidnapped babies away from a channeling certain fae lord of goblins and labyrinths. I'm not saying it's a bad thing.
My backstory involves some community engagement, so if anyone wanted to have a shared background (friends or enemies), I'm open to suggestions.
To clarify: I was implying that I didn't want Benny to be duke.
I'm defaulting naturally to figuring it out before the game starts, but I wouldn't mind roleplaying into it either (even if we've already decided). Like the Spider said in Game of Thrones, power lies where people believe it lies, so as long as the common folk are happy and we're making productive decisions, I'm not bothered. We start singing goblin songs though... I'm voting for the character that has the highest Cha.
Grand Diplomat or Magister for me. Viceroy wouldn't be terrible, but that's probably a long way off.
Dot.
Well Korak, we might be counting on you to lead us.
With Charisma 7, 10, 11, and 12, I don't think we have a viable Duke in the party yet. A Slayer Duke would be charming though.
This is going to be a treat. |