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Del moves the food around on his plate a bit, pretending to eat, until he sees that it seems to have no ill effect, then eats with supreme gusto, belching as he goes.
Del takes his seat, and not really sure how to react socially, sits quietly and waits for whatever food and drink come his way. He looks with distrust at his normal enemies, but relaxes as no violence seems to be afoot.
Del follows the others in rubbing his eyes a bit. "I definitely need a drink. Did anybody else see some kind of giant spider thingy with a human body back there... or maybe it was a giant spider tilting up and eating someone... though I doubt the'd let something like that roam the streets".
Del is walking with his head up today, as the curse from the ring seems to have run it's course... and he's always fascinated by new things and beings. Perception
Del will hold action until he is attacked by one of these overgrown minnows, then he will unleash holy fury if attacked. (Power Attack) (Power Attack)
"Good idea. And maybe we can also ask around and try to find out how to keep our heads from adorning pikes".
"Thanks Lanliss. You're getting pretty good at that whole healing thing. Now let's get out of here before Moby Shark thingy comes back". Del begins to move towards the pedestal... quickly.
"If that big fish is so dangerous... Let's get the heck out of here". Del steps up to try and dispatch the last "little fish man" before starting to run for the end of the bridge. (Raging, Power Attack) (Raging, Power Attack)
Del dances away pulling his new magical sword out, and plunging it towards the creature that scratched him. "No fishing out of water for you today"! (Raging, Power Attack, Stunned) Raging, Power Attack)
Del will carry the Silk Rope, an Alchemist Fire, and a tanglefoot bag. Ready to march on.
Del will be happy to purchase the alchemical items, and carry them, if needed. Also, should we see if he wants the +1 Bone Bastard Sword in the trade?
Del looks over the goods, and nods in approval as the others pick out the items needed. "That spider silk, and the regular silk rope would certainly be useful, and I'm supposing we'll need some more pitons. I was hoping you'd have some more chemical things like thunder bags, flaming bags, and sticky bags. Would they be available anywhere in there"? His mouth waters at the keg of whisky.
I'm guessing the only items Del would be interested in are the +1 Natural Armor, and one of the cure moderate potions. Also, Del has a lot of unspent original funds. Would it be Okay for him to have 7-100 GP garnets sewn into the hem of his shirt instead of carrying all that gold around?
Del mumbles to himself during the entire process, but in for a penny, in for a pound. He volunteers to take first watch, the sleeps... sort of... lots of strange dreams keep him from his usual sleep of the dead, but he gets plenty of rest. He smiles when he encounters a semi-friendly face. "Aye. I'll have a look at your wares as well. Might be up for some potions or reliable healing draughts".
Del takes a split second to look with wonder at his new swords carnage then swings at the remaining Roach. Swing (Raging, Power Attack, Shaken, Flanked) (Raging, Power Attack) "Thank you Lanliss!!! You're remove curse spell worked it seems".
Did I really miss... or not...
Critical confirmation Maybe another
Bolstered by his companions cheers (Well for the most part anyway :-)) Del takes the mightiest swing he's ever taken, almost lifting off his feet with the effort. (Raging, Power Attack, Shaken) Magical Sword Swing (Raging, Power Attack) Edge of blade And nearly twists himself into the ground in his effort. He then throws the supposedly magical weapon to the ground, bares his teeth, and charges in with his bare hands and teeth.
"I thought for sure I'd hit it that time! Am I cursed to never hit anything in combat again!!! Must I become a pacifist Monk!!!".
"Damn it! Still cursed. Maybe I can hit one of the big ones". (Shaking, Raging, Power Attack) (Raging, Power Attack) If anything he swings even harder, his shoulder joints popping at the force.
Well I still feel crappy... but maybe I can still kill a bug. Especially with this new sword, and the cursed ring gone. Shiny new sword (Shaken, Raging, Power Attack) Edge (Raging, Power Attack) Del screams in rage, disappointment, and anger, as hard as he possibly can at one of the roaches.
Del shivers as he joins the others away from the swarm. Not spiders, thank the gods, but almost as bad. "Is there any opening that the swarm doesn't cover? If so let's head that way... now"! Perception
Del groans at the chore ahead of them. "Well neither Fire nor acid do I have, so this new sword will have to suffice for now. Let's carve our way through them and see if we can leave them behind". Del looks to see if anyone else has any ideas before moving forward swinging his new sword as he goes.
"To be honest, I wouldn't mind resting for a while myself".
Del anchors the pig elevator line, and is concerned when Bozvigs grip starts to slip, but then he sees his friends biceps contract, and realizes that all is probably good. STR (Shaken) I'm not sure how much good I could have done anyway. I'm all off balance for some reason. Hopefully the curse from that ring goes away soon. Del looks down to make sure the ring hasn't magically reappeared as his grip slips at the slightest tug.
Del stands in a trance for a moment, his mind elsewhere, but then he takes a sip from his ever present flask, feeling the familiar burn go down his throat. "Here. Let me help you knot that rope". He says taking another of the ropes up and beginning the process of knotting it for climbing.
Del has been thinking to himself as they walk occasionally reaching his hand down to touch the sword at his hip. Unfamiliar with the weight of the blade he still doesn't trust somehow that he carries it. In fact shortly after the journey continues, you notice him pinch himself on the arm as if to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Del adjusted. +1 in Charisma (He's learning how to get along in an adventuring group.)
NOTE: Now I have to decide if Skill focus is worth the feat... or improved Sunder with that BA Adamantine weapon :-). NOTE 2: Del is carrying the bastard sword for now, but let's sell it at the first opportunity. He'll probably never use it.
Takes Del in a new direction... but I like it. Perhaps move ability point to CHAl and take a couple ranks in diplomacy. Hurts not being a class skill... but realized I didn’t take any traits, so maybe I’ll find one that gives me that and works with the concept. Maybe he was the “face” for his families bootlegging operation.
"But no...no... I am not worthy! Here you should wield it". He tries to give the sword to Barnabus... "It is Star metal... Adamantine. A true Dwarf should wield it". After much convincing, the Barbaric Dwarf finally agrees to keep it until one more fitting comes along. When he hold the sword however it somehow reaches out to him. Is it possible? Could this sword actually want me? He sheathes the weapon, and turns to Barnabus. "I would have a word with you if we live through this when we take our rest. Know that for now I shall use this weapon as it is intended".
HP (NICE) RAGE Power: Renewed Vigor (Heal 1d8+3 when raging 1/day)
INT check Del picks up the proffered sword and swings it a few times, unable to keep a smile from his face at its fine workmanship and balance. ”I guess it won’t hurt to wield it and see how it works. I ain’t never had a ghost hand me a weapon before...”
The fact that Dwarves get a bonus for its history intrigues Del. He would probably take it tomorrow when he feels better about life in general. Also Del doesn’t have a typical Dwarven upbringing either, so it’s not such a stretch.
CLW #1
Del closes his eyes and flinches as Lanliss bestows the blessings of the wand on him. Each use makes him jump and cringe a little more as though expecting the worst. Finally after four times he holds up his hand. "Thank you! That's enough for now... don't want to press my luck anymore". "Let's go". Del takes the ring from his pocket and leaves it in the room, just to be sure.
"No mommy. I don't want to get up yet. I'm so tired". Slowly Del comes back to consciousness. He feels very weak, and reaches up to feel the freshly knitted scar transversing his head from above his left eyebrow, across his nose, and past his jaw, His beard was missing in about an inch wide swathe. He struggles to his feet, and looks down at the large bloodstain. "Is all that mine"?
Unbeknownst to Del he is no longer sliding down the slope into eternal slumber. He sleeps the sleep of a deep coma, occasionally visions, tastes and smells of the most incredible array of fine liquors and alcoholic beverages flutter through his mind.
Fort save (only +3 if CON only) Bleeding this round
Del is surprised that his first blow cuts so cleanly through to the body of the Hob, though a bit disappointed that he missed the major artery he was searching for... still this should be a good fig....Pain, blackness closed in around him... and he thought no more. But still just before his mortal coil began it's departure he saw the cursed ring in his thoughts... for just a glimpse before nothing.
Del continues on the staircase, and though he is unsure of many things at the moment, his hatred for Goblinoids is one thing he is sure of...With a nod of thanks to Bozvrig... With a shout of the dwarf charges the Hobgoblin.
Waraxe vs. Hobgoblin (Raging +2, Hatred +1, Charging +2, Shaken -2, Power Attack -1) Pending results (Raging +2, Power Attack +2, Shaken -2)
Critical Confirm
"Go on without me gentlemen... I'm surely cursed and will only git you bunch kilt. It's gotta be that cursed ring, nothing's gone right for me since I put it on". "That magical bone Bastard Sword is what caused the injury... Still thanks for the healing. You're definitely getting better at it".
I think it's perfect that Del has not hit anything and has been pounded on since he found the ring... little does he know that looking at it in the mirror was his problem... Good stuff...
Del seems disinterested and distracted as he slumps to a seating position against the wall. He doesn't even take the time to try and stem the flow of his blood from his fresh and nasty wound. "Go on without me gentlemen... I'm surely cursed and will only git you bunch kilt. It's gotta be that cursed ring, nothing's gone right for me since I put it on".
Seeing the others concentrating on the King, Del sucks it up, and turns to charge the warrior on the horse, concentrating on attacking the horse, switching to his warhammer to crush bone. (Raging, Charging, Shaken) Warhammer attack (Raging, Shaken) Bone crushing.
Del is in the room, but standing near the back not eager to speak with the obvious royalty.
Del stands back still unsure of himself while the others lead the way. He sneaks a sip from his skin of whisky every now and then. He nods at the figure speaking to them when his name is called. I wonder what he eats down here? Seems to be healthy enough.
Del coughs out the last bit of phlem, and sits on the stairs. At first he is panicked when Lanliss begins his calling upon his god for healing, remembering last time, but before he can get away from the cleric, he realizes that he feels much better. He settles back onto the step with a heavy sigh. "Thank you... I feel much better now, but still. I owe you all an apology. I don't know what is wrong with me. I ran up the stairs without regard to your situation. That won't happen again... I just can shake this feeling". He looks at the new ring he just got. "Is it possible this ring is cursed? I've had nothing but bad luck since I put it on. I believe I'll just take it off and leave it here to see if my luck changes... unless somebody else wants it".
Del will indeed retreat for the moment.
Adventuring sux. I just need to curl up in a ball somewhere and hide.
$hite! What is wrong with me? Got to shake this off. Del charges forward to engage the armored skeleton, pulling his warhammer as he goes. Raging (+2), otherwise distracted (-2) Bone crushing bludgeoning But he is almost out of breath from the short dash and for some reason the weight of the hammer almost pulls him off his feet.
Del hears the others talking around him, and acknowledges insult with a smile instead of his usual return insult. He seems deep in thought, and his normally high and alert posture is replaced with a slouching disinterest. He hangs back as the others approach the next room seemingly preoccupied with something.
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