Apologies for the quiet the last few days. Couple of things came up with home and work that required my attention, but I am back now and will post up tomorrow morning (my time).
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Ka'narg brushes some bone chips from his shoulders and turns to Ehlers. "You did well enough even without spells and despite your affliction from the shadows. Don't underestimate your capabilities - or those of others for that matter," he says before preparing to descend further into the crypt.
Ka'narg steps up towards the pillar and swings around it towards the skeletin, hoping to catch the undead creature with the blade of his axe.
I am still here - just going to hold off on posting a little longer in case people stop Ka'narg from being able to move in and attack :)
Ka'narg continues to push forward through the undead, taking another heavy two-handed swing at the skeleton in front of him. He also calls out to Goldi, "Pull Truffles back out when you can, Goldi - draw the skeleton come out from the corner!
Ka'narg winds around with another swing at the skeleton, hoping to free up some room for he and Jarif to move around to aid the others. He then ducks around the pillar between he and the skeleton.
Ka'narg takes a step forward towards the skeletons and swings the double headed axe hard and quick at the undead creature in the corner , knowing that the sharpness of the weapon will do little against the animated bones so he tries to do as much damage as he can to shatter them.
Ka'narg harrumphs at Elhers, about to say something but his words fail him at the bluster of the elf's arrogance. He makes his way to the southern door and readies himself to descend further into the crypt.
"How long will you need to rest? Every hour that we are standing still is an hour closer to whatever grim fate the others are being subjected to," Ka'narg says, his features neutral. "And their fates are of greater concern to me."[/b]
"It would be a kindness, though it really is only a bad knock."
"The arrows are very much blunt - one of Roldare's companions must have gotten around to replacing the sharp ones in the pillar with blunt ones, for which I'm eternally grateful for not having a sharp arrow driven through my skull," Ka'narg muses to himself, unaware that he is talking out aloud.
"I will be alright, but thank you for your concern," Ka'narg says, rubbing at his temple where the arrow struck him. He bends down to pick one of the projectiles up - surely being struck should have done more than just given a nice welt to the side of his face.
Ka'narg, having just been konked in the skull with an arrow, growls in pain and steps into the room from the hallway, knowing he will make it more difficult to squeeze past him should he remain. He then throws himself to the floor to make it as difficult to hit him with more arrows as possible.
Ka'narg stands at the doorway and peers in, only moving in once given the all clear.
Ready to confront what happened when he fell the first time, Ka'narg walks up to the corner in the corridor and turns to look at the door.
Ka'narg looks about the room where he had fallen under the claws of the skeletons, his gaze distant as he recalls those final moments. He wondered where his companions were - did they press on, or were they defeated? Jarif's words break him from his memories, and he shakes his head. "We had yet to figure it out - Roldare had said that we needed the keys and the shield. We found a key at the bottom of the pool, imbued with magic, but still had yet to find any significance to the shields."
Ka'narg nods and looks to Robilar. "We encountered the horde of skeletons to the south of a room with a large pool. Given you are all still standing, I will presume you have not met them and we should head there."
Watching the smoke build gradually, Ka'narg turns his gaze to Goldi. "You don't happen to have, by chance, prepared that spell you used on me the last time you told me to cool off? The one that causes water to appear from nowhere?" he queries as he begins trying to work on a way to douse the flame. He will begin to take his cloak, already shortened having been torn to strips, from his shoulders and ready himself to try and beat the flames out with it if this course appears to be possible.
Ka'narg again attacks at the shade, hoping to distract it long enough for Haska to get another strike in on it.
As the elf shrieks from the attack, Ka'narg squeezes past into an opening toward the north of the room. He brings the large double axe down towards the shadow and flicks his gaze to Haska. "Make your strike count, cleric."
Trapped between the pillar and the brazier by the rest of the group fighting the shadow, Ka'narg waits for an opportunity to strike. "Draw it out if you have to!" he calls out.
Ka'narg circles around the back of the brazier and puts his back to the pillar nearest the shadow, readying himself to aid his new companions in their attacks against the undead creature.
Ka'narg slips into the room between Robilar and Ehlers, sidling along the wall towards the brazier.
"What few blows we thought we could hit did not appear to do anything - however none of our weapons were enchanted with magic. Are any of you knowledgeable of the undead to know what we should expect? My companions were not knowledgeable of shades, unfortunately."
"When we encountered it ourselves, there was a nauseating smoke in the room, so be wary. I know very little of shades and how to kill them." Ka'narg shows the group back to the room with the beetle carcass and points to the door to the south. "There is a hallway beyond the door, and it enters a room lit with a brazier, or it least it was when we explored it." He reaches into his boot and slides the dagger out of it, handing it to Jarif. "You may find this more useful than I will. It is enchanted, but to what extent we could not tell." Ka'narg then unclips a well crafted orc double axe and readies himself to face the shade once more.
Ka'narg kneels down as the happy boar approaches, patting the porcine beast on the head and giving a scratch behind the ears, surreptitiously tucking the dagger back into his boot. He turns to look at Goldi, relief flooding his face. "Jaer's alive? That is good news - when I found the dagger she was using and nothing more, I feared the worst. That she found help is better." As Roldare explains to the newcomers who Dimira is and who has her, the half-orc turns his head to the man. "In all fairness, the shade was very angry before Jaer took its dagger from the brazier. She damn near burned her hand to uselessness to do so as well."
Ka'narg narrows his eyes at the rude elf. "For your information I was felled first in a battle against a horde of skeletons. When I came to, the rest of my companions had either fled or been taken. I made it back to this room where I was given a potion of healing by Roldare," he says, motioning to the source of the first voice heard by Ehlers and the others. "Also, Roldare is one of the townsfolk who came before my companions and I to prepare the way for us, I suppose you could put it. "His sister is still missing, so unless you've more than a snarky attitude to accompany you, I suggest you leave."
"The name is Ka'narg, and other than Roldare it would appear so." The half-orc steps aside and helps move the door open enough to let people slip past the barricade behind it. "Now get yourselves in here before the shadow to the south awakens again."
"Goldi, is that you? By the wind and the waves.. hold on." After a short scuffling of boots on hardened ground and the scraping of items from in front of the door, the door opens a crack to reveal a half-orc man of about nineteen years on the other side, looking like he hasn't slept well in days. His eyes appear to be scanning at the head height level for a gnome, and if the person in front is taller, a scowl quickly replaces his tired countenance, and the tip of a dagger appears in the crack in the door as well.
"If you've ill intent I suggest you leave now, or else find that a crossbow bolt will be planted between your eyes," a second voice echoes from the room beyond the door, lower and less fearful than the first. "Now, answer your own question for us, and maybe we will give you our names in return." Goldi: You will probably recognize the voice as belonging to Ka'narg, albeit the tone he uses when he has had enough.
GM: All good - I presume I am now good to start interacting? Also, unless the group give a sufficient explanation as to who they are (i.e. that they are from the village/conducting a rescue), Ka'narg has a crossbow trained at the door and will shoot the moment it opens. Given his experiences up until now, he is shooting to maim if not kill.
I'm in Perth, Australia - so GMT+8 myself.
I am good to go whenever :)
Howdy - everyone's favourite half-orc ranger here, hoping to one day be rescued :)
"South would be best, I believe. We can confront the shadow when we are ready and able to."
Ka'narg turns his eyes towards Harken and nods. "I am ready also," he responds as he makes one final check of his gear.
Ka'narg looks over the finely crafted double axe, noting the maker's mark and grinning wryly to himself. He sets down his fathers axe on the table and nods to Jaer. "Agreed - both in gold as well as sentiment." The half-orc looks over at his companions, each testing their own new weapons. The grin on his face fades slowly, replaced by grim determination. "I hope we get the chance to thank Braggar, but for now we should honor those who have paid an even heftier cost for us to have these by burying them in the chest of those who killed them."
Yeah I'm good with that :)
"Very well, let us go."
"You appear to be right, Jaer," Ka'narg states as he approaches the mural. He reaches a hand up to the medallion hanging from around Kassen's neck and brushes away dust in order to get a closer look at it. "Perhaps it is a clue for some puzzle later on?"
"I believe it is locked, but hopefully Jaer's key will be able to open it. I am ready when she is."
"Agreed, though there is a door here as well," Ka'narg states, motioning over to the locked door in the south-east of the room. As he and the party decide what to do, he refills the empty water skins from the pool and takes a drink from it as well. "Do we want to explore what is behind it first?"
"Agreed. Jaer," Ka'narg says, turning to the halfling. "Does the key have any clue as to which door it will unlock?"
"There are some blankets back with Roldare, but unfortunately that would only do so much to dry you, I think - and the room with the brazier is guarded by the angry shadow. We should continue on with the key - see where it does lead us to."
"That's..actually not a bad idea. Given how many things we have discovered in here that aught not to be, anything could be in the water. Good thinking, Harken." Ka'narg smiles toothily at the human as he readies one of the two lengths of rope from his pack, handing it to whomever will be diving into the deeps.
"I can see in the darkness down there, but I am not the strongest swimmer around. Illya or Irgal, do either of you have the ability to conjure a magical light that water cannot douse?"
"It could well be, Harken, particularly if it is the key that the engraving speaks of." Ka'narg peers into the water, reaching into it to see if he can feel the bottom of the pool.
Ka'narg looks at Keshy and nods slightly. "Could be right there. Perhaps it interacts with the water to trigger something? Either way, if the water is safe, we can maybe refill our waterskins here." As Illya investigates the fountain, the half-orc approaches. "Could be old, maybe? Or the new inhabitants of this place have decided to redecorate in here as well," Ka'narg says, as he begins to search around the fountain to see if the head of the statue is still in the room.
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