I think Pril gets kicked more than she kicks, but she hasn't died yet. :)
And Gabbi's still suffering the age-old delusion that her love can turn a bad-boy around.
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Thanks for running the game, Sir!
In spite of the elf hanging on his back, Dar straightens up and stretches. "Oh, Luv," he says with a grin. "I'm gonna need a bit of a rest before I do any kind of celebrating." The warrior looks around at the villagers watching the fracas. "So, you think any of 'em have coin in the way of a reward? Or at least something to drink not made from bloody turnips?"
Did so. Rolled one higher - which is a hit. :)
Dar would have liked to be able to take a moment to rest, but more work for the wicked, it seems. He pulls his blade as he strides forward to strike at the creature.
"Oh, b&$$*~~s," Dar grumbles as he wipes his blade clean. "Did she really just say that we have to chase down another of her patch-doll creations?" "We know where it's going, but we don't know which way it's going to get there. We should just head back to the village at best speed and be there waiting for it."
"Running away, eh?" Dar calls out with a grin as his blade follows her.
The half-elf follows after to express his outrage at the treatment of Fliss' raiment.
Dar moves forward to strike Vilree with his blade. "We shall," he says in a cold voice.
The single claw-strike seems enough to put the warrior off his game as only one of his follow-up strikes finds flesh.
Dar gives Shaumatiel a quick smirk. "I've got to figure out which part is its arse, love," he says before charging forward to strike at the horror.
Dar leans in to Fliss and in an aside, asks, "What's wrong with the dress?" His tone suggests genuine curiosity.
"This Thing is more of a Thing than a Thing should be," Dar quips as he continues to strike with his sword. "Thanks, Luv," he tosses in Shaumatiel's direction when he feels her healing magic.
"Ah, but nothing of worth could ever come between us, much less ... a Thing," Dar counters with a smirk as he brings his own sword to bear.
"Do you surrender yet?" Dar challenges the creature with a laugh as he hacks away at it.
Being unable to move around seems to phase Dar not the least as he slashes unsuccessfully at the elemental.
Glad you're feeling better. :)
"That's just ... creepy," Dar says with a shake of his head at viewing the statue after the painting. "Anyone that's that obsessed with their own mother is ..." He never gets to finish his sentence as the creatures rush forth from the water and his sword is put to immediate use.
"No worries," Dar says with a grin. "You can make it up to me when we're done." He gestures towards the exit with his sword.
Trying to hit the elementals, Dar takes a little more care this time.
Dar turns to the wispy, winged things and brings his sword down in a vicious sweep.
Dar's magical shield interposes itself and takes some of the damage intended for the warrior, vanishing in a flash of magical energy.
Not bothering to summon his shield again, Dar's blade crashes into the orc again and again.
Dar laughs and swings back at the orc.
Dar summons his shield of force and then moves closer to await the orc's charge - his face set in a rigid mask.
Dar will take five lesser healing potions.
Fighter 3 HP +12 Gains Bravery Feat:
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~~~~~ Any suggestions on items? I don't really see anything Level 3 or below that stands out.
Dar turns to the corrupted horse and with a magical word brings his invisible shield into play.
He then strikes at the beast.
Dar laughs as his blade cuts deep into the orc. His follow-up attacks aren't quite as effective, though.
"Now fighting orcs is something that I understand," Dar says with a grin as he moves forward to protect Shaumatiel, swinging at the orc near her.
Dar will take the full plate. Although it'll reduce his move to 15'. As far as the weapon goes. Is that +1 potency or striking? Or perhaps both? :) Along those lines, part of me likes splitting up the bonus as regards the to-hit bonus and the damage bonus. But it makes it more of a pain for bookkeeping.
As they pass through, Dar points out boot tracks. "Someone's been this way more than once," he says.
"There's something ... different about that branch," Dar offers, pointing out one of the branches composing the pattern. "It's going the wrong way. Perhaps if we just ..." He reaches out to try to move the odd branch.
"We only do so as an attempt to impress attractive onlookers," Dar replies to Shaumatiel with a grin. "Oh, and Giuseffe as well," he adds hastily. He winks at the elf. "Is it working?" he asks.
Dar looks up at Shaumatiel's beautiful elvish eyes. "Oh, Hello my lovely. Is it morning already?" When the pain brings him back to reality, he leaps to his feat - stumbles, really - and lashes at the dog attacking them.
With a quick magical word, there's a shimmering of force to Dar's left and he grips his now 'profane' blade a little tighter.
So you're saying that Tasha won't gain Dying 1 every combat now? Good to know.
"Okay, so we avoid the spinney, thorny plants. Good to know," Dar says before shaking out his sore muscles and following Fliss.
Feeling his vision start to fade, Dar struggles to the remaining barbed monstrosity and swings away at it.
A couple of goats perhaps. Can we find some virgin goats?
In direct opposition to Giuseffe's instructions, Dar - who only knows one real way to fight things like this - charges in to slash at the thorny thing.
Gah! Now I'm torn. That premise is just too sweet.
Dar turns to look at the bard in complete confusion. "I have no idea what you just said. Did you have some mushrooms earlier, perhaps?" he asks. Turning to look at the others, he gauges them to see if, perhaps, one of them understood that.
...go on, Pril/Dar. I dare you :P[/ooc]
"So there have been more of ... these ... kind of creatures?" Dar asks, indicating the wolves. "Have you seen an elf about? An elf named Vilree?"
Dar steps forward and lifts the cover a little more to take a better look at the wolves. "Not that one specifically, no," he says before pointing at a different one. "I did kill that one, though." He straightens up and looks closer at the woman. "We didn't claim any reward because we were only doing what we were paid to do. Defend the caravan against attackers. Which they were. Attackers, that is."
"Yes, resting would be nice," Dar says, returning Shaumatiel's wink with a grin.
"To the stump and then back to town it is," Dar says with a sigh.
"No, Miss Cooper," Dar replies with a grin. "I'm decidedly convinced that I am not in the right line of work. But the career path of lying around in bed all day with beautiful women waiting on one hand and foot is very difficult to get into."
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