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I'm really sorry guys. 4 weeks ago I started a second job to try to make ends meet. I had hoped to be able to keep up, but working 70 hours a week is not leaving me any time for meaningful posts and seeing the unread posts pile up is honestly causing me anxiety instead of being a fun creative outlet. I need to cut my games way back to preserve some sanity. Again, I'm really sorry to have to pull the plug on this game, but I need to do a little self-care. Best of luck going forward.
Durok moves up next to Raban and readies himself for melee.
Longsword attack:
Durok is immediately suspicious of the 'sleeping' figure, coming to an abrupt halt he scans the room.
Almost instantly he spots the threat from above and warns the others. "There, on the ceiling, some kind of bug!"
Durok smiles at the rosey view and wonders what life would be like in such a fantasy world.
"hmmm.....seem like fine folk, not sure what they're doing here."
Durok struggles to fight off little distractions and keep focused and with the group. This is your best chance to get back to the surface, don't spoil it.
No problem. RL has been so busy lately, having games at a relaxed pace has been helpful.
Easily spotting the bag, and with no better option, Durok attempts to use magic to retrieve it.
Yes, sorry. Been crazy at home. Meant to post a go ahead but never got time
"As far as I can see," Durok says, standing over the now still corpse, "all the cleansing that's needed is done." But he makes no move to rush the others on, or stop them from whatever rituals they see fit to attempt.
"I'll be just fine. Trust me, priests have done far worse to me and I've lived." Durok replies, eyeing the wound suspiciously.
I'm pleased to say that tomorrow morning, I will be leaving for a trip to Italy with family for three weeks. I will check in when I can, but the days will be quite full. Please feel free to bot me to keep things moving. I'll talk to you all again soon!
Durok shakes off the scratch and answers back with his blade.
Almost instinctively, Durok jumps into the space vacated by Raban.
Sorry, I misread it and didn't think I was up.
"The flesh you see on that creature is a trick of its magic!" Durok shouts as he peers through the illusion. "Be on your guard!"
Durok follows along as closely as possible. He makes no effort to clean up, but rather eye's the cloaked figure carefully.
Seeing the small size of the room, Durok steps aside to let Khry in behind Raban.
"I've told a tale or two in my day, but this isn't one of them."
Glad to hear that the wound is not serious from someone who can see it, Durok can't help but wonder what else he can't remember. "Of course I'm no demon! What did you say happened on the surface?"
When the dwarf moves toward the temple, He steps in behind with a warning.
Hand on his blade, he follows right behind.
"I've no idea what you're on about....." Durok begins, before the mention of demons seems to jog his memory.
Durok thinks for a moment about the question, trying to determine if the knock to his head rattled his brain.
"I was enjoying a meal and a drink, contemplating my next course of employment. Upon leaving the establishment, it seems the earth itself swallowed me whole. I awoke down here and began to search for an exit back to the surface." Durok responds, rubbing the bump on his head.
"Durok Greymane, at your service." he responds with a nod.
Durok calls out as soon as he spots the unlikely duo, shifting to the side a bit, in case someone or something comes out the now-open door. "Hullo gents! I don't suppose you could point me to the way back up to the city? I seem to have acquired a knock to the head, and lost my bearings a bit."
a knock in the dark: Not at all confident in his ability to bash the door down, and still a little rattled from the fall, Durok advances to the door and knocks loudly. If that produces no satisfaction, he sets his shoulder into it for a modest shove.
In the darkness: After scanning the cavern for threats, Durok approaches the structure, circling around it from a few feet away, looking for anything that might identify its origin or purpose.
Ready for some profitable danger!
Give me until tomorrow to come up with some background and calculate out the skills. ready to go otherwise.
That's a fair question. I'm gonna say tomorrow night by 10pm. Ready to roll.
Counting coins alone at the table of a less seedy tavern than he would have liked, Durok motions the old woman nearby for a refill on his drink. Even less than last time. the dark skinned mercenary thinks. I'll never get rich guarding rugs and rummage. Putting the coins back into the pouch, he downs the new drink in one shot and walks out into the rainy night. Wonder if there's anyone out there that could use help looking for trouble. he thinks, watching the crowds pass by.
Don't blame yourself for this one. Stormraven has flaked before.
Well, thanks for trying, Adam. Keep me posted if you think there's room for me in a future setting.
"Hello, child. No need to apologize, we understand how time consuming this kind of service can be. We are looking into some recent unpleasantness and thought this might be a good place to get a few questions answered." Durok says with a broad smile.
"More encouraging still, this seems like the only place we've been lately that hasn't been trashed by the bloodkiss cowards."
Approaching the door and using the bottom of his wooden mug to knock loudly, Durok turns to the others and says "This seems like the place."
"If I have learned one thing, it is that there are no 'small things'. The important things are all made up of smaller things. Your help today is one of those pieces." Durok says, trying his best to sound encouraging. Turning back to the others, he continues to think out loud, "We should see if Jassi has any more information, but my desire to help our captive in any way is quickly waning."
"Young Miss, I have hospitality enough for both of us." Durok says as he produces two tin cups and a flask, filling each with a mild melon wine and sitting as he passes one of the cups to the woman. Before he begins his questions, he takes a long sip and a deep breath.
"Oh no, I can assure you, we're not with the bloodkiss boys. Quite the opposite,in fact. We have been tasked with investigating some of their recent activities and I can say for certain, we are not here to finish their work. My name is Durok, and my companions are Jeram and Senna. If you have a few moments to talk with us, I'm sure we can help clean up a bit while we do."
"This is, indeed, precious information. Thank you for trusting us with it. We will do what we can to get to the bottom of this mess. Please let us know if we can do anything to ease the suffering these men have caused you." Durok says, eager to follow this new lead, but not wanting to rush the others through the visit. Then he chuckles to himself a bit as he realizes the phrase 'these men' isn't really quite accurate.
Durok looks over the damage and the injuries as best as he can. Sipping the tea, he listens and tries to make sense of the puzzle pieces.
"We found the location of your belt. Are you able to remove it from its unintended wearer? We could see it returned to you if you could reverse its effects."
Being an eager fan of all consumable liquids, Durok happily takes a seat.
"There seems to have been some...recent unpleasantness. Is everyone alright?"
Eager to be of assistance, Durok chats up anyone he can that might be able to aid them.
"Where is this 'cursed belt' now?" Durok asks, peeking at the seated lady's waist.
"Dark magic is a serious matter indeed. If someone has caused you this condition, we can certainly help alleviate it, but not without your cooperation. If you were coerced into this job, tell us what you know."
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