Realizing that the Lopper's Ax is in his possession, Edrik tosses his sword aside and grabs the artifact from his belt. With a confident grin, Edrik surges forward, bringing the ax down on the spectre "Back to hell with you!"
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Drawing his new blade, Edrik holds it aloft at the wraith and calls out "Be gone you abomination!" Surging forward, Edrik's blade appears to glean with holy light.
Muttering to himself, Edrik prepares his mace for battle "Pharasma save us; is there no end to this infestation of the dead?"
His hammer ready, Edrik strikes at the axe yielding skeleton with his new mace.
Drawing his sword, Edrik grins confidently over his shoulder "Nothing is beyond our capability Shel! Nevertheless, Awnara is correct," Looking back at the ooze, Edrik squints as it approaches "these creatures die hard, and are immune to most forms of the elements. The good news is that they're easier to strike than the broadside of a barn; the bad news? Well, I hope you're not attached to your weapons."
Looking at the puddle on the floor a long moment after the coin sinks in, Edrik's eyes gradually widen in shock. With a quiet whisper, Edrik shakes his head as he draws his new blade "Is that what I think it is... oh, that can't be good." Stepping forward, Edrik calls for alarm "Careful everyone, it's an ooze! We used to encounter these mindless killers in the marshes around the Lastwall."
"What the...?" Somewhat dumbstruck by what is going on, Edrik reacts slowly to the dessicated hand and clumsily grabs his hammer and strikes (if it's still moving).
Edrik also takes a suits of Chainmail, and eyes it appreciatively "Good quality armor as well; these prison guards were well armed."
Standing next to Garin as he inspects the gear, Edrik nods as he also grabs a blade "Aye, this is better than my current steel. This is a great find."
Fighting to hold his ground, Edrik laughs heartily, appearing to enjoy challenge of so many undead attacking him "Hah! Is that the best ya got you abominations!"
Ignoring the skull hovering about him, Edrik merely holds his shield up to keep it at bay while he moves to defend Gilda who has drawn much attention to herself. "Gilda, watch yourself!
Staring at the spectacle, Edrik shakes his head and mumbles "Barbaric... anyway, what was that about a hammer?" Eyes growing wide suddenly, Edrik leaps into action with the realization that danger is afoot.
Stopping dead in his tracks at the portcullis, Edrik's attention is drawn directly towards the name plate "Can anyone make that out?"
After enjoying a good route on smashing the undead, Edrik joins up with the others. Nodding agreeably with Awnara's suggestion, Edrik adds "Aye, the Nevermore it is then."
Just a heads up, I'll be away until Sunday on a trip with the family. Please feel free to bot Edrik in my absence, thanks!
Observing Shel's less than normal exuberance, Edrik joins her up front. "How are you feeling Shel? Let me know if you need me to fall back," pausing a moment, Edrik taps his chainmail underneath his armored coat which rattles loudly before smiling and continuing "I've been known to be noisy!"
Furrowing his brow, Edrik curses quietly "This place is a cesspool of the living dead..." Moving forward, Edrik takes the point in a bid to block them from attacking Awnara and Gilda.
With a light nod and a warm smile, Edrik nods understandingly and comforts the little halfling "Aye, it certainly is cold Awnara."
Glancing about, Edrik tries to adjust his eyes to the darkness tracing the light created by Vachordi. With a shrug, Edrik gives up trying to find anything in the darkness "Well, my eyes are good for little down here."
Though reacting quickly enough, Edrik is happy to see that the menace is easily and quickly dispatched. "Well done everyone!"
At the sight of the skulls, Edrik grimaces and mutters "There is no shortage of horrors in this god forsaken place."
Drawing his hammer and shield forth, Edrik engages the nearest flaming skull.
With a rye and bemused look, Edrik chuckles at Garin's suggestion "Smite with that wee thing Garin? Perish the thought." Glancing back at the weapons, Edrik nods at Vachordi's assessment of the hammer "Aye, it wouldn't be of much use anyway to you anyway Vachordi. About all that little thing would be good for is ranged combat."
Observing quietly as Gilda and Awnara survey the items, Edrik shakes his head and mutters quietly "Accursed objects. We should destroy them when this is done." Scouring over the items, Edrik decides upon the ax "I'll hold onto the Loppers ax." After affixing the ax to his belt, Edrik helps Shel with the rope and finds something to brace against "I'll hang on at this end Shel. Let me know when you're ready."
Though he senses the cold in the room, Edrik shrugs it off easily enough. Passing by the others, Edrik moves beside Shel who appears to be the most effected. "Here, let me help Shel." Hands summoning a bright energy similar to Gilda's power, Edrik places his hands on her shoulders infusing her with positive energy.
Standing to full height, Edrik looks about trying to help with the search.
Mulling about the room, Edrik happens upon what appears to be a strange or secret door, and mumbles [b]"What's this now?"[/ooc]
Wide eyed at the spectacle of the Warden's wife, Edrik grows sullen and mournful for Vesorianna's predicament. "I am sorry for your suffering m'lady, surely Pharasma can do better by you and your husband." Listening to the others, Edrik frowns and raises an eyebrow inquisitively "The drunk? I suppose anything is possible."
Just letting everyone know I'll be away for until tomorrow night, and likely unable to post until Monday or Tuesday.
Nodding at Shel, Edrik leafs over the various items found about the chamber. Picking up the wand and scroll separately, Edrik scratches his head "Uh, why don't you take these things Gilda. I wouldn't know the first thing about using them." Moving over to the vials of Holy Water, Edrik smiles as if meeting an old friend "These will be of some use though." Grabbing one, he moves into the next room and looks about.
Nodding appreciatively at Garin, Edrik mutters "Spiders, can't stand em." After looking around cautiously to ensure there are no other spiders, Edrik puts his warhammer away. "Yes, we should move along then."
Hey guys, repeat of last week... I'll be away until Sunday, so feel free to act for Edrik in my absence.
Angered by the spider, Edrik tries to extricate it from his person with a curse "Damnable things!"
Status:
Successful poison save, current HP 29/33 Tossing the spider down to the ground angrily, Edrik hefts his shield in-front of himself and attacks.
Pulling his shield up into a defensive position, Edrik curses quietly "Spiders... damnit, I'd rather face the walking dead."
Just to give you guys the heads up, I'll be away until Sunday night. Feel free to bot Edrik until then if necessary.
Edrik nods approvingly as his companions clear out the safe, and adds "Well, the dead certainly don't need these things... might as well put them to good use." Moving up towards the others as they prepare to leave, Edrik looks alarmingly at Shel, and finally smirks slightly and winks "Feeling lucky are we? Ooo, don't tempt our fate like that Shel."
I apologize for the silence, weekends are bad for me during the summer.
Squinting a moment, Edrik appears to be trying to listen to what the others hear but after a moment shrugs "You must have better hearing than I do," readying his warhammer, Edrik looks guarded as he continues "nevertheless, best be prepared."
Smiling bemusedly at Awnara, Edrik scratches his head "Well m'dear, I wouldn't hazard to go so far as that, but certainly the siphons will make our lives a little easier.""
As the battle abruptly ends, Edrik is left standing somewhat confused with his hammer still drawn. "Hmmph, well that was a neat little trick."
Edrik curses at his missed opportunity, but notes that his attack is having an effect. Seeing no reason to change his approach, Edrik winds up again to strike down his ethereal target. "Aye spectre, you be just drawing this out. Time to end this."
Pausing a moment at the door, Edrik appears entirely undeterred by the eery music of the Piper. Point his warhammer at the apparition, Edrik smiles and hollers confidently "Aye monster, it's time you move along to the other side, Pharasma awaits." Springing forward, Edriks hammer appears to beam brilliantly as he nears his target.
Edrik prepares his hammer, and looks back at Vachordi and nods. "Let it come then, and rue the day it did."
Looking at the arrows a moment, Edrik remembers back to his training when he had cause to try his hand at the bow. I wasn't much of an archer if truth be told. "Aye, those arrows will be better served with someone other than myself." Holding his warhammer up, Edrik smiles confidently "Besides, the Piper won't be able to evade this when the time comes." Heading towards the spiraling staircase, Edrik looks book "Well then, onward. The Piper was up here if I'm not mistaken?"
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