Kinda the feeling that I'm getting, too. No posts in over a month and only sparsely before that makes me think it's DOA. That being said, if there's anyone still into the game, would we maybe want to try and find a different GM? Or just let it go?
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"Well..." Cyrus begins as he and Duneyrr step back into the main square with the others, intending to help. "Seems you guys have it well under control. We shouldn't hang around, though. There's no way this escaped notice." Turning his attention to Ringeirr, he draws his attention to the door he was at moments ago. "Your friend is inside, but he's got a bad case of paranoia or something. I think it's gonna take you to get us inside." -Posted with Wayfinder
Before the door could be slammed in his face, Cyrus forced his arm through the opening; not trying to grab the man, just making it so that if he tried to slam the door, it was just get slammed on his arm. Painful, sure, but...effective. "Dammit, you think we do?!" he hisses in a low voice. "Ringeirr's with us; we need to talk when the fightin's done! Please don't run!" he says, the urgency and concern for the others clear in his voice. His plea made, he withdraws his arm, commanding Duneyrr to follow as he rushes out into the open to see if his friends need help, drawing his falchion while on the move.
"Desna be praised...Ringeirr sent me! Said you can give us the papers we need to move around Whitethrone more freely!"
GM Bali: Cyrus raps on the door again, a bit louder this time. "Mortin! If you're in there, open the blasted door! If I were with the whites, I wouldn't be knocking, I'd just call up some ogre to break the door down, wouldn't I?!" he he says, trying to moderate his volume enough that someone inside could hear him speaking but keep it low enough that hearing him outside a short range would be next to impossible.
So...no posts in nearly ten days. We all still ok?
GM Bali: Rethinking his plan to break the window glass to get into the house, Cyrus returns to the back door of the house, quietly checking the door to see if it is locked. If it is, he raps on the door with his fist to see if he can coax out whoever he saw moving around within.
Cyrus frowns when the knob refuses to be turned, folding his arms over his chest. This avenue thwarted, he goes around the back of the house to see if there is any other method of ingress.
Cyrus frowns to himself, unhappy with his inability to understand the language they are speaking, even if their body language and tone does betray some of their meaning. Seeing no point in delaying the inevitable, Cyrus looks to the others and attempts to signal them with hand gestures that he is about to make his approach by pointing to himself, then to the building. He waits a few seconds longer, then strolls out, behaving as if nothing is at issue, though he does walk with purpose and intention, not looking around or letting himself get distracted. His hand remains near his falchion, just in case, though he doesn't make any move to draw it unless directly threatened.
GM Bali: Do I have any sense of their emotional state from the tone in their voices?
Even over the distance between them, Cyrus strains his ears, hoping that their more heated "conversation" will make their words easier to hear.
I don't have anyone in my corner of the world that could jump in, unfortunately. I don't want you to have to continue NPCing someone any longer than is absolutely necessary, Bali; that's too much extra work on you.
No, the 19 is pre-healing, so he'd be at 36 after it. The 8 HP from the first CLW would get me to full. I think the majority if it should go to Droguk.
Cyrus gives a shiver as Natasha's icy magic cools his blood, but offers her a smile after it passes. "Very kind of you, madam! You have my thanks. Even with this, though, I still think the stealthy approach isn't a bad way to start. At the very least to get some intel."
Yeah, Cyrus has 19 HP left. This is not going to be a frontal assault situation. Something a bit less direct is called for I think.
"I could try and sneak around, see if I could get into the building some way other than the front door. Man, what I wouldn't give for a couple of healing potions to toss your way, Droguk..."
After verifying Kobad's assessment, Cyrus nods. About to express gladness that the trail of death they are leaving in their wake was momentarily abated, he winces a bit when Droguk's sword ends any possibility of healing the winter wolves had. "I...am not sure that was entirely necessary. Maybe it was, but...now we'll never know." he muses, looking rather deflated for a moment before gathering himself and moving on with the others. Seeing the trolls, he is instantly on alert. After listening to the others, he makes sure to keep his hand near the hilt of his falchion, though he doesn't actually hold the weapon drawn. "No reason to assume they're after us...not just yet, anyway. Better to just keep going about our business and see what happens I would think."
It seems like a lot of the terrorist attacks now either completely homegrown or are sleeper cells that have been operating for years with complete autonomy, just waiting for the right place and time to inflict as much damage and death as possible. The times, they are definitely a-changin'. Seems like, more and more, this whole thing is turning into World War III whether we like it or not. I doubt most of the international community considers it a war, but the militant Islamic factions certainly do. I'm glad that you weren't in Brussels when the bombs went off, Rick. I mourn for your country's loss and pray that justice will be served for those responsible, be it in this life or the next.
Cyrus seems about to fire at the retreating winter wolf, even to the point of reaching for his bow and quiver, when he stops himself. Well...the thing was clearly beaten and backing down. No need to continue being the aggressor if he didn't have to be, he supposed. "Hmm. I hope letting the thing live doesn't come back to bite us in the rear. No pun intended." he remarks, keeping returning his falchion to its sheath.
With a yelp of surprise, Cyrus bounds to the side, only just avoiding the biting cold of the winter wolves' breath. "Geesh, and I was goin' easy on you guys!" he remarks, now making an easy turn of his blade to bring the sharp edge to bear against the wolf that still stands.
"Gah! So much for waiting and seeing!" Cyrus says, his tone more exasperated than anything else. He rushes the nearest standing drunkard, turning his falchion's blade to the side to attack with the flat of it. These were just drunks, after all. No reason to kill anyone.
Yes, we did. I think it was called a mancatcher spear? Something like that? Here...this thing.
Cyrus seems relieved when the threat of the mirror men is ended, for the moment at least. He quickly joins the others in making their escape, praying scientific that they hadn't already been discovered by the powers of scrying the witches possessed. All his thoughts were temporarily ceased when the little ones come out to assist the adults and he happily lends a hand. Flex Time:
After they have left the children behind, Cyrus takes special care to ask the native northerners what they know of the mirror-faced sentinels, hoping that they might be able to shed a bit more light on the new enemy they were facing. When they encounter the drunkards and Kobad suggests avoiding them, Cyrus grins. "I dunno. They might be able to tell us something useful. Can't hurt to try." he answers. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Heh...smart thinking. I was about to say go for it, Torch." Cyrus answers, giving a grin to Kobad as he and Droguk hide the bodies of the mirror men as best he can. He makes sure to tell them them to turn the heads of them away, so the mirrors aren't facing any of them. If mirrors were seeing-stones for the witches, it seemed fair to assume that they could still be scried through even if the "person" wearing them was dead.
"Excellent work, Kobad! By the spheres, I think I was less than useless in that fight." muses Cyrus. After a moment's pause, he puts his arms under the mirror man's body, attempting to drag him. "We need to hide the bodies. Quick." he asserts with a grunt.
Cyrus again gets himself into a flanking position with his Kellid friend, if possible, before taking slashing at the mirror man again. He wondered if they might get a chance to take the mirror face off of them and see what lay beneath it...and then, moments later, wondered if he even wanted to.
Cyrus follows his companion, moving to strike the second mirror man. Whatever these beings were, remaining in their sight for any length of time struck the ranger as a very bad idea.
Cyrus, on concert with Droguk, swings again. Whatever these mirror men were, they certainly didn't go down easily!
Cyrus tries to maneuver into a flanking position against the mirror man before again attacking him with his falchion, those this time he forgoes power in favor of precision. -Posted with Wayfinder
Cyrus draws his cloak more closely around his head, hoping that the mirror man hasn't gotten a very good look at his face yet. Still, he knows that there best chance here is haste, so he moves quickly to close the distance between himself and the mirror man; even as he does, he gives Duneyrr the command to attack.
Duneyrr, at his master's command, easily closes the distance with all possible haste to the party's enemy, attempting to gore the strange being with his antlers.
I am going to assume that, since the witches can spy through mirrors and these men are wearing mirror mask, it means that the witches are able to see us should they wish to. Is this a leap of logic that are characters could make from the knowledge checks we made a while back? -Posted with Wayfinder
Soooo...what's shakin' everybody?
I'm a few days late, but Merry Christmas, everybody! I hope everyone had a great time with family and friends!
"Yes, Sigmundar once told me stories of these 'mirror men'. They are spies and assassins in the employ of the witches. As for what to do for now, at the very least we need to get out of sight. The faster we are seen, the faster our mission is in jeopardy."
Cyrus seems taken aback by the sight of the mirror-faced men...if indeed they were men at all. After taking a moment to collect himself, he tries to remember anything that his old friend and native of this land, Sigmundar, may've told him when he was on the caravan trail.
"Fortunate, indeed. The rules these witches live by, too my notion, are...strange. Regardless, I'm all for vacating as quickly as possible." the ranger answers, retrieving his gear and readying himself for a quick retreat. -Posted with Wayfinder
Apologies for not posting before now, everyone. Two Mondays ago I woke up with a fever that got worse as the morning wore on. I've been back on the hospital since then. Finally found out a few days ago that I had caught a case of surgical meningitis. I'm finally today recovered enough from the bug to feel like coming back online. I'm actually feeling a great deal better in the last couple of days. I'm going to try and get back into posting, starting one game at a time, in the next day or two. Thank you all for your prayers! -Posted with Wayfinder
And the day has arrived! My craneotomy and surgical resection is scheduled for 6 AM tomorrow morning, central time. You can count on it being around a week before I'm able to even let you guys know things are ok (which I and the neurosurgeon are certain they will be), but probably several days after that before I'll be able to really get back into any games. Again, if any of you are praying people, I'd greatly appreciate if you could add me to your prayer list! Thank you and see you all again soon!
Without a word, Cyrus grabs the nearest goblin bodies, one with each arm after stowing his bow once more, hiding them wherever in the alleyway that Ringeirr believes would make the best hiding spot.
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