Seeing Faengrim take multiple blows from the statue, Chumtooth draws his morning star and rushes forward, winding up to strike with the full force of his body.
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Chumtooth moves around behind the statue attacking Faengrim, flanking it. He hurls his harpoon, this time at the statue's lower body.
Chumtooth moves to adjust his line of sight, then hurls his harpoon at the statue engaged with Faengrim.
"More prey to hunt," Chumtooth says, pointing to the foot prints. "They must all be hunted down."
While the group gathers the armor and weapons to carry back to the ship, Chumtooth draws his kukri and steps up to the fallen giant. With several smooth, practiced cuts, he severs the head and hands from the body.
"The weapon is too big for us to wield, but will make fine trophy, mounted on the wall next to the head and hands of its wielder." "I will take the head and hands of the one who carried the axe, also."
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon again.
Chumtooth moves forward sizing up the giant as he approaches and hurls his harpoon.
Chumtooth takes the first watch, as his low-light vision works best in the dusk and early darkness.
"We have fought many, and fought well. Let us find a place to camp where one or two can watch while the others rest," Chumtooth says. "We will return to the Kiss of Vengeance once the remaining one-eyed giants have submitted to our rule, or are dead. This island is ours, and we will conquer the whole of it."
"We can mount the crossbows on the rails and in the crow's nest of the ship, and use them in battle," Chumtooth replies.
Have fun!
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the giantess.
Once the cloud disperses, Chumtooth moves to pursue the remaining cyclops.
"Get rid of the cloud!" Chumtooth shouts. "We need to hunt down the last one!"
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the cyclops in front of him
"Then we will drown her prayers in a river of blood. Kill them all!" Chumtooth replies.
"Well done..." Chumtooth pauses a moment to recall the sailor's name. "Prah-zi, is it? If your story proves true when we return, consider yourself promoted! Now that you have run all the way here, there is work for you. You will stay and help us conquer these one-eyed giants." He gestures to the slaughtered bodies of the cyclopses. "There are more. They will kneel or they will die."
Hope your Dad gets to feeling better soon!
I have no objection.
Crazy to think of, but this PbP campaign started back in 2013, and at that time, the Slayer class didn't even exist. It wouldn't appear in print until a year or so later. That wasn't even my first PbP. I've been playing in campaigns here on the forums since 2010. Man, I'm gettin' old.
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the other cyclops guard (the one Faengrim did not engage).
Hey fellow Crewmates: With the permission of GM WhtKnt, I have re-worked Chumtooth from a multi-classed Fighter/Rogue to a single-classes Slayer. My primary reason for doing so is that as we move into the higher levels, it makes the it easier to keep track of the all the crunch. Chumtooth didn't change much, but now I only have to consult one level progression chart instead of two. Anyway, in the interest of transparency, I wanted to make sure everyone knew.
"Once we conquer this island, we can see what ancient secrets are buried here," Chumtooth says.
Chumtooth moves to the front with Faengrim, ready to fight anything they encounter.
"We will continue on with the plan: give them a chance to surrender and serve, kill them if they refuse," Chumtooth says.
Chumtooth hurls harpoon at the cyclops that can still see.
He calls it back and hurls it again.
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the nearest cyclops.
If it is still standing, he recalls his harpoon and hurls it again. If it falls, he targets the next nearest.
Merry Christmas!
"Your wish was granted, as was mine," Chumtooth replies. "Now the Spirit is freed, and cannot grant wishes to our enemies. I see that as a boon. We also have a trove of sunken treasure that we would have known about waiting for us to retrieve it."
"We will call for their surrender, and service. How they respond will determine if they live or die," Chumtooth says, nodding to the Riori and Faengrim.
"We must deal with the giants," Chumtooth says. "We must either conquer them or destroy them. Otherwise, they will continue to fight us for the island. Perhaps they will be inclined to surrender now that we have their Magic Stone."
"There is an angry spirit and a crazy man in the fort." Chumtooth replies. "The crazy man claims that the Stone can banish the spirit. Since we cannot kill it, we came to find the Stone. When we return to the fort, you may speak with the crazy man, and perhaps the two of you can understand how to make use of the Stone."
”I wish you free, Spirit. Depart this place in peace,” Chumtooth says, his tone firm in its resolve.
Chumtooth shakes his head resolutely. ”The Kuru were enslaved to the Blood Queen by wishes and promises of power. Such power always comes with a cost. For the Kuru, it is our blood and flesh to feed the Queen’s never ending hunger.”
"I want nothing from the Water Spirit," Chumtooth says. "Make your wishes now, if you still want them, then I will see it set free."
”What do you want?” Chumtooth says to the rest of the crew. ”If you want a wish granted, ask it now., for I intend to see her freed.”
"We will rid the city of the one-eyed giants," Chumtooth replies. "We will take you with us when we return to the fort, if you wish."
I am Chumtooth! Free Captain of the Shackles, and rightful chieftain of this island. Who are you?! Chumtooth does not speak aloud, but his thoughts ring out in challenge to the voice in his head.
Chumtooth hands a bow to Faengrim and divides the arrows evenly between the two. He then reaches into his pouch, retrieves one of his potions, pops the cork and drinks it down.
"We can use these bows and arrows against the giants that dwell here," Chumtooth says. "There are enough for all of us. Who can use a bow?"
"Let us finish this!" Chumtooth says in a tone of resolution.
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at one of the remaining gargoyles.
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon again.
He recalls the harpoon and hurls it again.
Chumtooth launches his harpoon at the nearest ghoul.
He recalls the whale-spear, and hurls it again.
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the nearest ghoul.
"Let us continue to seek the Stone," Chumtooth says, moving into the room and northward. Seeing two paths, he says to the others, "Which way to you think is best?"
”It speaks?!” Chumtooth replies, surprised. ”It may leave, and not die, if it leaves its treasure, does not tell the one-eyed giants or their masters of our presence, and does not attack us again. If it does any of those things, it will die slowly and in agony. I will tear its living flesh from it in bloody chunks, and feast while it begs for death!”
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon again.
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