Oh. Sorry. I'll bow out. Have fun, guys, it's a great party and interesting campaign.
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"Ooooh. Pretty!"
"Well, gentlemen, come on. We've got murders to commit!"
I definitely am. I don't have a great track record here for availability, but we're now in "Joe is free season."
Savage produces a flask from a small pocket. He drops it down Skaar's throat while putting another flask in his hand.
The Doctor grunts in pain from the cultist's attack, glad that his armor and his weird mystic insight kept it from piercing his heart. He steps back and tries to shoot at the cultist.
Stephen hotboxes Skaar to stability as well.
Abyssal: The Dr takes a puff and blows it on Cena's face (Stablize) "F+$*f~!$f@*#f$!$f*&#!"
Sorry sorry sorry guys! Work woes are nearly over.
Abyssal: Stephen shoots his trusty crossbow at the cultist. "You'd think that a death cult would be hard-pressed to expand its membership ...but I suppose most would rather kill than be killed ...that is, after all, what we're doing, isn't that right, Professor? Take THAT, evil douchesipper!"
And I've always thought an npc-to-pc game would be interesting.
I'm here. Sorry I've been so silent ...the Doc doesn't have a lot he can do in these instances, and I've temporarily had a change in positions at work that means I can't even take my phone out ...Thursday or Friday I'll be back to full-time posting.
Savage will try to shoot at C3.
Stephen gets up, walks to Skaar and the half-orc, and swings his heavy mace.
Abyssal: Savage takes a deep toke and blows it into Aureala's face. "Yes, I know, I saw. I don't care, Professor! It's good that we can both heal the body! This poor clam-digging swordlady needs all the help she can get! Shut up! Not now!"
Stephen reaches over and casts Stabilize on Aurelea.
Abyssal: Savage says. He ducks down behind cover. "S*&#shitshit!" Abyssal: He peeks to see how far Aurelia is for the purposes of Stablize. "What? Here? Now? I don't think so, Professor Cajones. It isn't time yet, for f@!#'s sake! The big green one will take care of things! Let me take care of the swordlady!"
Abyssal: He now casts Doom on Rorn. "You worthless f@&#sticks! You s@@&-ingesting c@*&-drizzlings! You prickless semen-sops!"
Stephen casts Bless if the previous bless is out of time, and if it isn't, he'll cast Doom on the half-orc.
"Well she can't ...not legibly at least ...not like I was wrong ..." Savage mumbles, taking another drag.
"Write her name in the snow, I'd guess."
"Healing?" Dr. Savage lights something and takes a drag.
Ha! In a way, he is.
I like to think I just tired out the censor.
Abyssal: "S*~*shitshitshitshitshit!"
Yeah. I was burgled once and moved shortly afterwards. It's a very bad, but also very unique feeling.
Sorry about my lack of posting ...it's state testing this and next week so I'm not even allowed to LOOK at my phone at work ...
Savage casts Bless quietly.
"There was a day I saw a wizardly cellist on a ferry. His robe was long and his hair likewise, but he played only the foulest dissonances. He did wish to write a spell upon existence, a spell of nothing, of anti-gain. He failed. They all fail. Rovagug wants to choke on the cock of destruction. He's another fool. Jitty sucks at the teat of a cow of defeat. Slaughter is all because slaughter is their destiny. There comes a time when you decide: 'Do I wish my own destruction or do I wish myself better?' I must say, I have much more to experience."
And apparently they fell right up my a#*&*!&.
"Oh, well, huh. That's weird. I always heard Horace the Red liked money. You know, the stuff you buy things with. I heard he liked money and that he really hated not getting money he could have had."
"Godsdammed note ruined a perfectly good sandrat cocktail!" He reads it begrudgingly while throwing down Cena's and Suntooth's drinks quickly.
Stephen drinks from the bottle like it was his mama's teat.
WHAT?!?!? With a one-man truth machine at your side? A man of letters, a man of renown, a man of singular abilities?!!? Pirates? HA! I AM A JOURNALIST!
Savage grabs Suntooth's drink as well. "Yoink."
"Dibs," the Doctor says, grabbing the discarded drink without taking his eyes off his new prize.
Stephen opens the bottle and sniffs deeply.
"He must have said 'Handsome doctor,' I am hoping. Did he tell you his name, madam barkeep?" Savage inspects the bottle.
Savage sniffs the drink. "This is practically water! Do you have anything stronger, woman? I'm a Dr. godsdammit!"
The Doctor murmurs to himself.
Stephen casts Bless on his companions.
Time for the hard stuff.
Savage's eyes go wide with horror. He looks down at his crossbow in shock.
I critted a g%@*%@ kid ...
Stephen looks for where new cultists might be coming and will fire at the first he sees.
Stephen waits to see what the last cultist does.
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