Brominate bent down, rummaging for his lockpicking tools, completely absorbed in his own thoughts. By the time he stands back up, an alchemist's fire has been thrown and people are looking through everything on the other side of the door.
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Anyone got anymore spells of a fiery persuasion?
Brom inspects the door.
Brom pops his head in to where Grim is, looks around and says, "This must be where they kept her; Nadya's daughter. We'll have to let her know what we've known all along: her daughter is dead."
Brominate offers the cloak to Porablum or Easlis, if they don't want it, he'll take it. He examines and attempts to open the storage chest, then examines the paintings.
"Would you two stop it! Just shut up. You can't always have the last word! Like it or not, we need both of you. Plum, cool your haunches too, for just a sec. We were tasked by the governing council of Heldren to close the portal into their land. Obviously, the situation is much more dire than any of us could have dreamt. Is there any way we could get word back to Lady Argantea?" He sighs. "I miss Zeke." He heads towards the north door.
Brominate Level Up:
Ability Increase: STR (finally removing that -1 penalty to STR checks) Skill Increases: 9
Rogue Talent: Bleeding Attack Saving Throws: F +3(+4) / R +8(+9) / W +2(+3)
I'll have my level up update posted in a bit. Work and Life has been a bit crazy
Welcome Jack! Glad to have you.
Brominate was about to use the witch as a pincushion when Hjorleaf ran up and separated the witch's head from his body in one swing. He swiftly jumped back so the blood splatter wouldn't give away his position. Okay, then. I guess I'll attack one of these things...
The rogue pulls out his potion of invisibility and downs it. Before the party's eyes, he disappears. He then quietly makes his way towards the human, avoiding contact with the icy demons.
Brominate checks his gear, and asks if everyone is ready, and begins to head towards the other main teleporter, giving the green thing a wide berth.
Brominate simply hands things off as he relieves the woman of her things. When he gets to the dagger, however, he looks up, gestures to see if anyone wants it. If not, he slides into one of his many slits for storing blades.
Brominate wears that revealing face that shows he's sickened with what he's just done. He shakes it off though, and begins to search her, specifically, for any teleport keys, as well as anything else that might prove useful.
Sense Motive:
The rogue, never once taking his eyes off the bird-woman, picks up some of the fallen wire and uses it to bind her hands behind her back. He'll search her for weapons, potions, and whatnot. He grimly looks to Hjorleaf. "Can you make it quick?" The woman raises her hands in a mock a surrender, and Brominate wastes no time plunging his dagger in the open space beneath her arm.
Moving quickly 'round the north wall of the room, dodging around Grim and hurtling over Porablum, Brominate closes in on his enemy.
Whipping out his pick-locking tools, Brominate spends several minutes working on the lock.
He follows the tall human in suit and listens at the door, checking for traps all along the way.
Yep, it's fine! Brominate opens the door.
Brominate takes a moment to look out the window, even though it's night and most of the terrain is white.
"Thank you. Both of you." He has a few cuts still, and several bruises, but he looks much stronger. "Okay, how d'you suppose we continue moving up?"
"...Yeah, let's **Ahaghg** ...ooh, she really got me good."
Looking around the room, and seeing yet another overly large mirror, he turns his face aside and with humility asks Hjorleaf, "Could ya help me into the hallway, where there ain't any of these confounded mirrors. If any of y'all can heal me a bit, I'd greatly appreciate it, but if not, there ain't no point delaying the inevitable. Let's push forward."
Congratulations to your family on the new addition! Take all the time you need, and then some ;)
So they don't know the real Lady Argantea has been rescued... good. "Good point..." and he immediately attacked!
"Ah, so this is the plan..." Brominate held both his daggers up, and with a devilish smirk and a smooth voice he says, "You were meant to replace Lady Argantea, weren't you? Hmph, the queen is clever. But you'll never Heldren, so I suggest you answer his question. Who are you, really?"
Brominate goes and listens at the door to the south, and if he hears nothing, will check for any traps, and try to silently open the door.
Post for all games: I'm taking my youth group from church to an event in Gatlinburg this weekend, leaving late morning Friday and not getting back until late Monday night. I might be able to post some, but it'll be from my phone so posts will be short. Feel free to bot me GM. Brominate likes to be thorough when searching, and when combat is inevitable, prioritizes his sneak stab abilities.
Brominate pulls out his daggers, with a bit of a flourish, and looks toward the tall human, "Don' really matter if we're ready or not, do it? Regardless the outcome, let's finish this." Looking to Easlis, "So, which way you think is up?"
Brominate closes the door politely.
What they said. Your family will in my thoughts and prayers.
Brominate silently steps away and motions for everyone he can see to come over, gesturing that he hears someone on the other side of this door. Once Grim has a bolt aimed or Hjorleaf is in position with an ax raised and ready, He'll stand to the side, and fling the door open.
"Alrighty, then. I'm on it." Brominate begins a quick yet careful search of the remaining rooms.
Brominate, still feeling unsure about the giant mirrors, goes to see what room everyone has ventured to, knowing that staying together is the best chance they have for survival.
Not yet leaving the room, but noticing the door to the south and the small adjacent room to the east which probably connects to wherever Easlis just entered, Brominate comments, "Why do all these rooms have these giant mirrors in them? I have serious doubts that this witch is so vain and self-conscious about her appearance that she needs one in every room."
"Mighty kind of you, Hjorleaf, and I appreciate the compliment. But I ain't any luckier than the rest of you, you just gotta know where to look for the things one prefers to keep hidden. However, I'd say these here are picked clean. Way I see things - say, anybody mind if I claim this dagger? - Anyway, way I see things, best bet is to get in, get out, get back, and rest once we're safe. Ain't no way we'll be able to sleep soundly in this freezing fortress. And since we're already in, we just to need to finish up, and get the heck out of here."
Brominate stirs, his eyes flutter, he bolts up into a sitting position yelling/singing "INTO THE UN....wha... oh. Hey Plum, I take it we won? Or, at least, didn't all die? Wait, are we dead?" He pulls hair out from his chin, feels the sharpness of the momentary pain. "Alive, then. phew." Standing, he holds his hand out to Plum, a seriousness in his face and tone,
Brominate has a strange dream where a voice in his head calls out to him in song, and he can perform great feats of icy magic. He's also wearing a dress for some reason...
Not as far as I know, but it was kinda fun! I stepped out in front of the stairwell and shook a finger at them. "You aren't being very quiet, you know." They squealed and ran back upstairs. That's amazing!
Rough stuff, man! Praying for continued healing! (And less stressful healing at that!) Also, I've never heard of parents arranging for their kids to "catch" Santa, but it sounds awesome. Is that a common thing people do?
Brominate, thankful for Plum's more knowledgeable (and magical) assistance, turns his attention towards the newcomer. Unfortunately, this little hallway is getting crowded. Stepping over Easlis, he attempts to judo-roll his way into the room past this new woman, and strike her from behind.
However he banged his knee against a stool he hadn't noticed in the middle of the room.
Brominate unsure of what he's doing, but seeing that Easlis is still bleeding out, he wants to make sure the other half-elf doesn't die. He's not really being a hero, he'd just hate to become the target of the ulfens' animosity.
Sorry. Work's been crazy, and I guess I thought I'd already posted for this round. I appreciate you taking my health into consideration.
Brominate, seeing the magus drop, but also seeing the tiny atomie fall unconscious, tumbles forward between Easlis and Mierul, hoping to avoid that hot blade of hers.
Brominate moved over the table, slashing his daggers wildly, thinking he might perhaps strike an invisible foe.
"Tell those two to show themselves." Brominate addressed Mierul. Turning to Asvidrson, "Do you think we could chop up these chairs some? Let's make a circular bonfire around Mierul. It should keep the sprites away and her contained within." "I'll do my best to come back and free you, and if I die, well the fires will too, eventually."
So there is someone, or many someones, on the other side of that door... and whoever it is might have the key we need to reach this "apprentice."
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