Thanks, Terquem! I'm sorry for any inconvenience I've caused. Hope the game continues strongly, it was a lot of fun.
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Hey, everybody. I'm sorry for my absence. It was much longer than intended. I really only was going to be away for a few days as family visited. Then the hammer of life came crashing down--AP tests, school work as the year comes to a close, trying to find a summer job... Things piled up. As such, it's been two weeks since I even got on the forum. That said, school is still in session for a couple weeks, and after that I'm planning to get a job in the summer. All that aside, the absence has made me realize how busy I am and made me think about my ability to keep everything together. As such, I'm trying to get my affairs in order and make sure I'm only trying to do what I can do. I'd hate to bog other people down with substandard playing, and that means cutting some losses. I'm sorry to have to say it, but I need to drop out of this game, everyone. I've had a lot of fun playing in it, and I wish everybody the best, but I've realized that I'm trying to do too much. I hope to get a chance to play with you all in the future, when I'm more able to participate in PbP games like this. Best of luck to you all, and happy gaming! --Loup Blanc
Hey, just a check-in to let you know that I have some family visiting for Mother's Day, so I don't have much time to post. I might get some in at school, but I probably won't be able to post from home for a few days. Please bot me as needed! Thanks.
Kobolds? Maaaaaan....
Darmo happily clucks his tongue as the trap gives. "Saved your lives again!" He sets in on the lock.
The halfling sets to on the door, giving it a lookover.
"South, then?" Darmo wipes his hands on his pants, smearing them with dirt.
I miss her, too... Nice upgrade, Jerrica. Now if the other pointy-eared gal there could improve.
"Laundry? Sweetheart, when the clothes start tearing at the seams, I buy new. That's my 'laundry.'" The halfling folds his arms. "Now, where do we want to go? We've been standing around yapping for several posts now, when we could be productively gathering lots of money."
Goes and finds something more disgusting than an elf. No... Rummages through his pockets for something more disgusting than an elf. No... Even halfling have better standards for what rubbish they carry around. OH! ZAM! POW!
Darmo in turn sits on Pantalone's head, spouts some babble, picks up a handful of dirt, and throws it in the wizard's face, yelling, "Color Spray!"
The halfling frowns for a moment, then shrugs. "It all turns brown after a while anyway. These used to be yellow, believe it or not."
...You realize hitting the deck just makes it easier for me? *kicks Pantalone savagely in the noggin*
I'm cool with whatever. That table looks fine. And as for races, maybe a d8 to see if core or another race, and if it's non-core, you have a separate table for that?
"I'm not tired, but I'm hungry." The halfling's eyes gleam with mischief. "For LOVE." He laughs. "Just kidding, I'm hungry for loot and shinies, which we can find either here or back in town. I'm up for whatever you want, bosses."
Wait, we can save ourselves? So I could potentially make a halfling cavalier babe to come and rescue me? Huh, sounds neat. Then again, maybe not. I don't want this to get weird for me or anything.
Don't listen to that "guy." I'm just worried about how disappointed you'll all be when you find out there's only one man in the group you're trying to save... 'Course, there's more than enough Darmo to go around ;)
"Well, let's be serious for a moment--I'm the only man in this group, and that's saying something, since most consider me only half a man." The halfling chuckles at his own joke, lackluster as it may be. "So, where to, bosses? A voice in my ear tells me it'd be good to head back out at this point, but, maybe not?"
Handing the coins to Cat, Darmo darts ahead to the next room, where he slows down and looks around.
"What's with the bitter undertones of the sweetness there, my fastidious friend?" Darmo asks in a comically formal accent, counting the coins and grinning. "Get a little dungeon on you?"
Found out another group is coming! ... The above is hereby approved and recommended by Darmo Hillbottom, Professional Thief and Dungeon Guide Extraordinaire, to be posted in the Recruitment thread for aforementioned group.
"Haha! Leveled! Yessss....." The halfling jumps in the air, feeling sneakier than ever. He stops suddenly. "Haha! Possible loot! Yessss....." With that, the thief begins to scour the room from top to bottom.
"" the halfling cries as he slips out of the shadows, dashing out to do his own poking.
Darmo continues to skulk behind his allies, creeping closer forward to be able to launch a sneak attack.
I think they should have to play flumphs.
Don't forget ruthless efficiency! ...Er... I think we can take that off the list, actually.
I kinda like that idea. Especially since it'd be randomized. Of course, we'd have to promise not to metagame.
Darmo sticks in the shadows, creeping up behind one of his companions--perhaps Pantalone?--and trying to stay out of the grindylows' sight.
"Hear that, people? The Great Voice of the Omnipotent One in the Sky says we're close to 'leveling.' Roll well, or watch your shins tonight."
As the party continues, Darmo feels the hairs on his neck prickle, almost as though some otherworldly sense is telling him there's something nearby...
..."I think there's something here," the halfling says, turning around.
Darmo also stuffs the pages into his pack. "Might be vintage, who knows? Some sucker's bound to bounce for 'em." He smirks at the group. "Of course, we could always hang onto 'em if you'd prefer..." Walking down the hallway, Darmo shakes his head and pulls out the pages, wondering if they might be worth something after all.
"Whatever you guys say, as long as it doesn't get us all killed," the halfling says, moving forward. If worse comes to worst, I can always bug out with the loot we already found.
=20 feet wide! "Geez, I don't like how open it just got."
"Hold on a moment!" Darmo grumbles to himself as he takes the lead once more, peering out into the darkness, eager for treasure.
"Yeah, sometimes I feel like they just throw them together as they go along, no thought to what came before or what comes next. Makes for an interesting exploration, though, huh?" The halfling picks at something that might be a coin, but turns out to just be a large clump of dirt and dust. Shrugging, he puts it in a pocket anyway.
Darmo pats Cat's calf, that being the most convenient spot to pat. "There, now, how about you use those muscles and get that portcullis up enough for me to check it out? 'Dead ends' often aren't." Of course, sometimes they are, in more ways than one. If the woman complies, the thief easily flops onto the ground and squirms under the gap, rising on the other side and not hesitating to brush off the grime before checking the area out.
"Anything three times my height is a little inconvenient for me," the halfling remarks, moving toward the south passage. "And mops sound curiously like cleaning."
Reeling back as the flames shoot out, Darmo covers his face rather than spewing curses--massive burns inside one's skull aren't generally conducive to life.
Standing up, Darmo brushes off the soot and grins as Jerrica heals him. "Thanks! Lemme give you a hug!" the halfling then launches himself forward...
...and latches onto the half-elf woman's thigh, covering the spot in soot from the fire. "Seriously, though, thanks for the healing," the thief smiles as he drops back to the floor. "Well, do we move on, or head to Jeffry's? I personally love Extra Special Things."
Oops! I'm also here, and also glad that Jerrica will stay with us (hopefully)! I thought I checked in here, I've been traveling and with very little internet access. Back home now, things should go back to normal.
"It's right there!" Darmo points to the center of Cat's face. "Why am I even with you guys...?" The halfling smiles, shakes his head, and searches the room himself.
"Whoa," Darmo says, snacking on a piece of dried fruit from his rations. "Not bad." The thief slips through your legs and pokes his head out, looking around the inside of the room.
Hey, just a check-in to let people know that I'm going to be traveling for the next few days--I won't be home until Wednesday night, most likely (EDT). I'm hoping to have some access to the internet during my travels, but I may not, so bot me as needed, or find a reason for me to fall into the background for the time being as needed! Thanks.
"And you guys made fun of me for not picking that lock... Really, it's just a door..."
"Hey, I take a bath every season!" the halfling sniffs. "If you didn't like dirt, why'd you come down here?" Grinning as he counts the coins, Darmo loses his place a couple times, but gets it in the end. "Moneymoneymoney... Cat, be a sweetheart and carry it?"
"Bunch of coins and a fancy bracelet. We can count it later, let's keep moving for now." Darmo hands the sack to Cat and stands up, brushing some of the dirt and grime from his seat. "Ready to go?"
"Relax, I'm wearing trousers! You'd think we didn't just find treasure, the way she talks..." the halfling grumbles, still counting out the money. "Hey sword-lady! C'mere and carry this swag for me."
"Haha! Already, some loot!" The halfling seems quite happy as he sits down and holds up the bracelet, watching the light glint off its surface, gauging its value. He also begins counting the coins.
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