I finally got a chance to play a Snakebite, even if a lot of stuff was unfeintable. I would be happy for Clayton to go home to his family and escape Varisian mobsters in peace.
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I'm sorry to hear that as well.
Dodging with his defensive maneuvering, Clayton tries to pummel whatever stands in front of him, aided by the elemental.
"Follow me." Clayton tries to get a cheeky hit in while he runs past, hoping to draw in their attention.
Clayton kicks back into gear and starts hammering down on the skeleton in front of him, "Let's go!"
Going to be away until the 5th for holidays. Sorry!
Fighting defensively, Clayton tries to smash the skeleton in front of him. "Any ideas?!"
I should also mention that I do have a Shawl of Lifekeeping charged, so I'm going to keep fighting even if my health drops.
Clayton, injured as the day has taken a toll on him swings out at the skeletons assaulting him, hoping to shatter their hard exterior.
He then steps back to avoid being flanked, "We need to push out or that witch will kill us in this tunnel!"
"Undead now too?! What is this place?" Before moving into the fray though, he pulls out a potion of Cure Light Wounds and chugs it down, before positioning a little forward
Clayton takes out some wet moss that the druids had given him and starts chewing them. No good to me if I'm dead. They said I might need them.
Clayton stands at the entrance, opposite to Silas. "Footsteps and movement, could this be it?" He gives a hand sign that he was ready and waits for the mage to push it open.
"I'm sure they can find their way back, they have magical noses right?" He had no idea if that was true, but he hated to seem like the dumb one here. "Either way, we have a bigger problem to handle. Like you said, there is a sorceress floating about with her portals and whatever relics." He walks to the door, and nervously adjusts his fistwraps.
Fey seemed to be spilling out of this place like an open wound, well not that badly but he figured it would eventually lead to that point. "Well I don't speak feyspeech at all. Any luck from the rest of you?" He turned to Elduin, "It's intelligent enough to speak so I would hate to fight it, but we may not have another choice." The Varisian holds his empty hands up and shakes his head, "Not trying to hurt you."
"Yeah well bloody footprints can mean anything in this place, let's just hope that those footprints don't animate, or become haunted or whatever other fresh Hell might be waiting for us." CLayton was unsure about how to handle everything here, it was supposed to a simple in and out. Just make it back. He kept speaking those words to himself, there was no turning back now.
Clayton shrugged, "Maybe for you. When you're in my shoes all this kind of stuff looks weird." He waits for the looks, "Okay you're right, this place is pretty weird. What do you see Silas?"
Clayton starts northeast and moves down the hall to the door as quietly as he can while listening in.
"Look, I may be venomous but I know nothing about taking and extracting poison. I may have been a thug, but I'm not some fancy knife in the dark," He re-wraps his hands, "Silas is right, let's not tarry. We're bound to be making noise."
Okie dokie, move and attack it is. No need to drop my Armour.
I missed it was a Surprise Round. Clayton will Restricted Charge instead of Move + Attack.
Clayton has no idea what this thing is, but flies into the fray anyway. "Speaking some devil tongue is never a good sign. Cover me."
:) This is great news. Be safe and enjoy the chaos as best you can.
He glances at the mage, "Whenever you're ready I'll shove it right in there."
"We should look now, it might give us a clue on how to stop this whole thing." He looks around for some way to hold the door open.
He gives a sigh of relief when the door fails to open. "Well then. I wonder what could be hiding behind a door with no handle..." He begins rummaging around the room, "Maybe we can find a clue here."
Clayton looks at the Mephit, "You didn't overhear any magic words or anything that would open this thing right?"
"A sorceress wouldn't be very smart if they just focused on one thing." Clayton smirked to himself, happy at his assumptions.
Clayton looks over his shoulder at least three more times before the door opens, he was used to fighting thugs, criminals and even some fae, but this was different. He clasped his hands together and gave a deep breath, "Alright. Lets move."
Clayton waits. He has no idea how to help the half-elf but hopes that the magic does what was promised. "Will he be okay?" The concern in the big man's voice came out.
Clayton sees the half elf's eyes fill with that dreaded look. "Dammit!"
He wasn't used to fighting creatures without organs, he always prided himself on being able to find someone's weak point when he saw them swagger, but this thing was not natural.
Seeing that it didn't have any vital organs, Clayton huffed in anger. "Alright lets do this the old way!"
[ooc]Easter Weekend, hard to post.[/ooc[ Clayton is about to step on the glass until he sees Silas float. Taking a step back he dreads hearing the glass crunch and alert whatever could be lurking here. "Let us know what you see on the other end Silas."
Clayton looks over his shoulder watching their flank as those with more magical abilities stepped in. "Let's be quick and quiet. We still have some blasted fae witch to deal with."
Clayton has zero interest in smoking up tight tunnels. "No thanks. I'd rather stick with trail rations than choking smoke." Looking at Dax, "No offense."
Clayton mentally notes to himself to set aside some rations for Stochelo the next time they sat down. He could do with a little less anyway, not like his life as a criminal started with surviving on scraps on teh street anyway.
Clayton moves up and is about to come up with some lie for someone else to convey but then hears Elduin speak clearly. "Well that takes care of that."
Clayton sighs, "Let's see what happens. No need to kill it." He moves into a position near Stochelo, in case he was jumped.
Clayton nodded, looking at the tiefling only as much as was necessary. "Let's march on then."
Clayton feels the unnatural energy stick to him, pulling his damaged sinew back together. "This is not pleasant." He wasn't sure what the tiefling had given him but he knew he needed a bath when this was all done; and even then he knew it wouldn't be enough.
Suspicious of the dark magic, Clayton realizes the necessity. "Give me some if you can. I can't believe I'm accepting this but desperate times."
Reeling from the blow, the Brawler swiftly wipes the blood from his face and aims for a defensive attack.
Not putting his full force, the brawler feels the impacts thud.
Moving with speed, the brawler looks to catch it before it's constructed body is able to protect itself.
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