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Zurnzal growls double when the target he missed wasn't actually even a target, so he follows his Aspis teammates, jumping off the floor to streak across the intervening distance to attempt once more to jab at Zey's eyes.
What other one? There's just the one in the center of the room.
- Ben Jolly
My highest is a level 5. Can I assign it to him and just apply it once it's appropriate?
Zurnzal wastes no time, letting his momentum from the door-crash-maneuver carry him forward and into the room. He skirts the rug, moving with arcane-enhanced speed as he quickly closes the gap between himself and Zey. As he closes in, he lunges forward, attempting to jam a few fingers into the man’s eye sockets.
What character levels can this chronicle be applied to?
Zurnzal stows his potion and waves the group back. "Only one mouse to test the trap, mates," he whispers. Then he draws out the sorceress's falchion, focusing a minute to gather his strength, and explodes into the door.
While the others prepare arcaneries, Zurnzal checks the door for traps.
Zurnzal climbs the stairs, preparing himself for the fight to come. As they reach the door, he mimes drinking the potion and mouths 'invisible' to the group, then points to the scrolls Rataji took earlier, himself and Marnarius, and mouths 'fly?'
"This is Skyreach, mate," Zurnzal responds with friendly swagger, "and welcome to the team that's gonna burn it down."
Zurnzal, finishing up the last touches on Marnarius's disguise, gives the dragon a flat, emotionless look. Then he shifts his gaze over to the departing Shohiraj. "Happy hunting," he says with a dark, toothy grin. Otherwise, the brutal freelancer seems ready to move on to their final target.
Eh. Just take him. That's way easier. :)
I say we give the dragon to Tyranius. All in favor?
... but yah ... dragon.
Yah, my initial reaction to Zurnzal was lukewarm, but once I started digging into the possibilities, it really started coming together. He's been fun. I generally try to run heads-up martial characters. And I love characters who are able to apply different tactics, so a Brawler kind of fits all those bills. He's also had pretty consistent rolls, which ALWAYS makes martial characters look like superstars.
"I got one already," Zurnzal mutters as he finishes putting on his new disguise (including Telarndril's holy symbol). He also grabs up the man's dagger and the sorceress's masterwork falchion. Then he turns to watch how the recruitment seems to be going.
Zurnzal gets busy searching the three bodies while Rataji performs the ritual to open the Tapestry, giving the tear in space a brief look before finishing his searches.
Zurnzal pauses to look up as the newcomers pour through the tear. He frowns at mention of the Aspis King, giving the agents he’s been working with a thoughtful, considering frown. ”Settle debts, indeed,” grunts the mercenary half-orc. ”If you act quickly, you can catch’em with their self-righteous asses hanging out. Make this a Convocation they’ll never forget … or recover from.”
”Speaking of which,” Zurnzal says thoughtfully as he picks up Telanril’s longsword and crosses the room to drive it into the musketeer’s body, leaving it sticking out. ”Anyone got some paper? He looks around the room, spying one of the wall tapestries. ”Nevermind,” he grunts as he rips one of their corners free, then crosses back to stand over the dead musketeer. Then he dips his finger in the musketeer’s pooling blood and leaves a note on the tapestry, which he hangs around the musketeer’s head.
Once the note is placed, Zurnzal strips Telandril’s gear and clothes from his body and puts it on himself, leaving the sword buried in the musketeer. If Telandril and/or Loshari’s bodies have Wayfinders, he stacks those on top of the blood-written note. Then, he looks around. His black eyes fall on the rift into the Tapestry, and he hurriedly drags both bodies through the rift, quickly finding a discrete place to stash both. He then pulls a disguise kit from his gear and spends a few moments doctoring himself up to look like the dead pathfinder.
Zurnzal kneels down over the unconscious pathfinder's body, grabs the sleeping man's head in both hands, then—looking up into the caster's eyes—wrenches the man's neck.
Zurnzal tries to deliver a knockout blow to the rising pathfinder.
I don't know if anyone caught my frantic post edits, my apologies. I realized I couldn't do one thing, changed it, then thought I had chosen an second invalid action, changed it, realized I could in fact do the second option, changed it back ... and now we have my action. Please let me know if I've screwed anything up. Let today end quickly. :/
Zurnzal explodes into motion, drawing on his combat experience to know just when to lower his shoulder to knock the closest pathfinder onto the ground.
Even as the man falls, Zurnzal tries to punch him.
Zurnzal wanders into the room, eyeing each pathfinder in turn. ”So which of you are Loshari and Teladril? I heard you two got a bad wrap for what happened out in the Goblinblood Wars.” He makes his way casually to one of the chairs near the musket-wielder, eyeing the piece appraisingly as he leans on the chair-back. ”If there's one thing I know, it’s that there’s always two sides to a story. And as we got nothing but time while the boss-man here,” he nods to Rataji, ”does his thing, I was wondering if I could talk you into telling yours?”
Zurnzal follows Rataji's lead, and moves through the door.
Zurnzal, tugs on Rataji's shoulder, then whispers closely in the man's ear. "Loshari and Telandril?" He shrugs, "They're stuck on guard duty."
Zurnzal nods to Rataji's plan, then quickly finds a place to hide. A place close enough that he can get in and strike quickly if ... no ... when it becomes necessary.
Zurnzal complies wordlessly and without hesitation, skulking forward with senses alert.
As they set out, Zurnzal casts a questioning glance between the group's spell-casters. "Were these lizards summoned as a preset trap? Or did someone summon them specifically when they saw us?" He stays on point, though, ready to help however he can once they find the tapestry ... or any more pathfinders.
From his dominant position, Zurnzal begins to slam his knee into the thing's exposed face.
”Thanks,” Zurnzal grunts at 322’s healing as he presses his advantage on the pinned lizard, dragging it farther into the aisle as he squeezes the life out it.
Oof. It got quiet the last half of this last week. We all still here?
Zurnzal gasps as tail and tooth connect, but it only intensifies his focus. He steps in closer to the lizard’s body, trying to render its natural attacks useless as he presses on its throat.
"Stupid lizard!" Zurnzal grunts as he dodges its attacks, letting it overextend itself so he can try once more for a chokehold.
I'm about to have a busy weekend and then will be traveling for business through Wednesday. I'l check in if I can, but don't wait on me. Bot me as necessary.
Zurnzal nods at the creature's dispersal, then moves forward, giving the confused chameleon a wary look. "How long will that one stay like that?" He rounds the book shelf and goes after the one trying got flank the crew. "I'm on this one!" he roars as he tries to grab it's face.
Zurnzal grimaces as the thing thrashes violently beneath him, but he continues mercilessly choking the life out of the pinned lizard with its own tongue.
Oh, roger roger. I'm with ya now. :)
Is there a benefit of applying this to a Siege of Serpents character? I have a level 3 character ready to go when Siege goes live,but I obviously wouldn't be able to apply this boon to that character before then.
Good question. I'd love to get it completed, and I'd hate to have to rush the end. :/
Zurnzal barks out a dark laugh as he uses one giant lizard as a meat-shield against the other. Then putting a foot up on the wall, he launches himself up and onto the back of the grappled guard-lizard. As he does so, he grabs the creature’s long tongue—still attached to him—and wraps it around its own neck and heaves … choking it with its own tongue.
Zurnzal spins on the creature, growling as it begins to reel him in. Unfortunately, Zurnzal knew grappling. He takes a moment to get the weight and strength of the creature, then he tries to wrap its own tongue around its head.
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