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Caimor relates Sanvill's offer regarding exchanging technological items for magical ones to the rest of the party before heading off to his own accommodations. The feeling of being watched is another thing to consider, as well as the intent behind the letter given to them, but he lets the matter rest in favor of well-needed sleep. --- In the morning, Caimor is already waiting. He slept lightly but his rest was enough to relieve his fatigue, and he woke early to carefully choose and prepare his extracts for the day.
No worries! =]
"I'll keep your offer in mind," Caimor promises.
I'm here!
"No apologies needed and I'd need to speak to the others first," Caimor says. "You make an intriguing offer. Where would we find you to answer your offer before we leave again? And you may have heard it already, but my name is Caimor Bleddyn."
I hear ya. Funny enough, a while back I also calculated perception wrong on my android. :P
Caimor returns the greeting, nodding slightly to the merchant as he tries to appraise what his motives are.
However, Caimor is too tired and pained to indulge in societal games so he settles for being neutral. "We did return from beneath Torch just now and found a few of the silverdiscs this place is named after. We'll be returning to delve deeper to find Khonnir so we might find something else then." He makes no mention of the dead or what else they found.
Yes (disdainfully).
"I don't like it either. Politics is tiring, but offending someone of influence is unwise. Of course, it may still present an opportunity."
Caimor inspects the letter thoroughly before reading it. "It might be worth investigating before we set out again."
Caimor snorts at Sef's reply. "But yes, Kerin, we can use it to clear out the mold and investigate there. I suggest we do that next. Also that you take a short bath or at least wipe some blood off." He then begins inspecting the five strange cards. He has some ideas but it's better to have a second source. "Any information on what these are?"
"I believe some teleported away, but no matter," Caimor says. He begins searching the area for anything of use.
Caimor charges one of the remaining gremlins, his momentum thrusting his rapier forward.
Caimor uses the distraction of the fight to dash across the ledge, trusting the party to take care of themselves. That eight-second countdown doesn't bode well.
Caimor sighs.
Nope. I mean, out of character no, but Caimor would disapprove. But he disapproves of everything anyway so go ahead!
"What other side?" Caimor asks calmly, having no plans of being baited to approach. His eyes seem fixed on the gremlin but he still possesses an uncanny awareness of his surroundings. "And why not go there and find out?" If they weren't going to attack then this might be the only time to get information from the only other residents of the cavern.
Caimor is about to test the wall, considering he saw no clues to its existence beforehand, when he sees Fist's hand go through it. "Hmn."
Caimor doesn't bother with a reprimand, taking point for the party again. He waits to see if Sarona will try healing Kerin before advising, "From the descriptions, there shouldn't be further to go. Avoid letting them bait you and be ready to retreat if they have something unexpected planned."
Caimor nods in reply and pulls his rapier out. "That means we're close. Be ready." Making sure everyone is behind him, he starts moving forward, eyes scanning the area for traps and any trace of the gremlins.
Sorry to hear that! Hope you really are getting better. =]
"I'll go first. I'd rather avoid the traps than spring them for no good reason. And you'll be fine, Fist. Gremlins aren't metal." While the conversation is going on, Caimor fiddles with his alchemical equipment, mixing something up in one of the vials.
"Their reserve is usually limited to once an hour, but I would not advise going into the situation unprepared. They're well-known for their traps." Caimor looks to where the gremlins fled. "However, you may be right in saying that it would be better to deal with them now rather than have them surprise us later when we are weakened from exploration. I would advise getting a skulk to guide us to where they are, as well as for insurance."
"Continuing on is logical."
Caimor wakes quickly from Sarona's healing, already assessing the situation for danger and finding none. He stands up and brushes dirt off his clothes. He frowns, but it's a mystery whether it's due to his wardrobe's state, due to his performance in battle (a hit that barely got through his defenses--his swordplay is getting sloppy), or simply due to it being his default expression. His body aches but it's nothing he can't ignore for the moment. "What occurred while I was unconscious?" he asks, looking around. He briefly inspects the fallen collector robots, already noting that there's one less than there should be. "And what of negotiations with the skulks?"
Caimor Bleddyn, slumped unconscious in a heap.
Caimor continues to remain an unconscious slumped elf.
Caimor falls unconscious and slumps ungainly on the floor after one nasty hit gets through his defense.
Happy New Year. =]
Merry Christmas =]
Caimor is momentarily disoriented by the stun gun but soon works through it. The robot beside him too close to stab with his spear, he thrusts it at the one closer to the door instead.
I agree with Tazwell. Also that means less things to keep track of. :P
I know what you mean. Level 2 is when I pick up most of the remaining skills and get started on combat feats and maneuvers. *rubs hands excitedly*
Caimor thrusts at the first robot as it passes by and then steps closer to make another thrust.
Looks messed up at the moment, but I suggest just putting it on the same line but bold their names. Also remember you can put stuff in your Gender and Race fields.
Caimor avoids the shots of the robots, stepping to the side of one and turning just so to catch the other with the translucent shield of force hovering in front of him. He takes another step back and sheathes his rapier with one hand, drawing his longspear with the other.
"Jinkin Gremlins! Cold iron hurts them! Don't follow, trap!" Caimor yells, placing the empty flask back in his bandolier. He catches his breath before continuing, "Collector robots! Hard covering, ranged stunning weapon. Current range ten feet. Focus attack on one!"
That's useful to know! Bad things ahoy!
Caimor had just adjusted his plans to account for the goblins when the mechanical creatures appear from the ground. "What the—" Caimor quickly steps back when they prove hostile and tries to account for the new variables.
As his mind recalls the information, his body is still in motion, retrieving a flask from his bandolier and bringing it to his mouth.
[/ooc] Caimor stabs his rapier forward as the goblins run way.
Caimor is about to reply when the goblins rush in.
"Don't be hasty to make assumptions, even when expecting the worst," Caimor says. "Hmm. They're doing something with the lights? Or are the lights reacting to them? Still can't see what they're doing with the wall and we've seen no evidence of traps yet. A possibility that they could be benign when functional if Khonnir and his party left them alone as well."
Caimor continues to watch, trying to get a good angle from outside.
"As I said, I can only guess. The chalk drawings found earlier is at most a century old and already depicts the three-legged robots we've seen, therefore meaning this place is at least that old. I need to gather more data before I can give you anything else. Data the skulks could have provided depending on how long they've been here, and if they were the ones who made those drawings. They could explain the depictions of four-armed humanoids and spiny plants that we haven't encountered as well as their knowledge of the area and of what is inside this entrance, if they've explored it." Caimor frowns intensifies. "And I doubt the halflings would think of asking for any of that information and it would be a headache to have them relay it in the first place. Sarona, at least, I ascertain to be skilled in negotiation and would be intelligent enough to remember to ask, but I do not believe her shrewd enough to take advantage of the skulks' current weakness." "Regardless, all we can do is stand here and look at the entrance." And look at it Caimor does.
"Considering how much information there is to be gathered, and how much how they do influences our overall mission, I would be a fool not to be worried." Caimor shakes his head. "In any case, this seems to be an entrance. Likely to be where the robots originated and where Khonnir is. Anything else is conjecture."
I'm having images of Caimor frowning at everything the party does and then the message Caimor disapproves pings up. His avatar is pretty much perfect for this.
"I'm not sure why I was not brought along," Caimor comments, eyeing the dwarf near him. "Sending those halflings on a diplomacy mission seems unwise."
While the skulk is still stunned, Caimor jumps down next to her, rapier still in hand. "Excuse me, miss, but it appears you haven't even placed a battery in your laser pistol."
Caimor mutters under his breath about sparing him from fools that invite danger. His eyes don't leave the skulk and the weapon she presents.
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