Just an FYI: This weekend is a "run around in the woods and hit my friends with sticks" weekend. I'll be back sometime on sunday and I'll be able to catch up then.
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Same diff'rence. He's proven himsaelf otherwise.
I guess if'n yer tha doubtin' sert. I take a man at his word until he's proven himsaelf otherwise. Like Kyle.
True to his word, Eldgrim leaves a shiny gold disc on the floor of the elevator. 'course I came fer ye. I said I would, dinnae I? He steps out and lets the device return to the group above.
If the tube returns to our chamber, Eldgrim will step in and nods to the others. I'll leave a coin on tha floor if it's saefe tae follow.
If anyone else in the group had stepped forward, Eldgrim would have protested. Oddly enough, he feels like the Elf can handle himself, at least long enough for one of them to catch up with him. Arright, but th' Saervant 'ere or myself will follow.
Eldgrim hangs his Dorn-Dergar on a hook on his hip and limbers up his shoulder for a moment. After he's done he braces himself on a corner of the sarcophagus and gives it a test push before putting his back into it. Far be it from him to just shove away and find out the whole thing is counterbalanced. It just wouldn't do to wind up on his rump. After the test push he maneuvers the sarcophagus into position with Kyle's help. One... Two... Three... Heave!
Aye, I thin' Or'nge is tha way tae go. 'Ave at it. Eldgrim continues waiting for the other shoe to drop... or the zombie to rise. Whichever.
Ach! This thing spins. Anyone have any ideas on wha' should be done wi' it?
Eldgrim moves to the center of the room. If trouble is coming from anywhere, he figures, it'll be from there.
Then we'll beat it back intae wha'ever Hell i' belongs in. S'what ye brought me along fer, nae? He looks to the anxious halfling and continues, But I dinnae think tha's wha'll happen 'ere.
With the party behind him, Eldgrim advances to the next interesting bit of hallway.
I dinnae like the idea ah blindly playing wi' magicks we don' unnerstan'. There anythin' there about wha' this does?
Man, this doesn't bode well... 50' into the tomb and we're nearly out of expendable resources.
I thin' we were all roughed up jus' a bi'. Perhaps summa tha good stuff?
Eldgrim will move forward with a purpose, standing at the entry to the corridor just past the alcoves. He keeps a wary eye out while covering his companions as they search. He says over his shoulder, surprisingly not bellowing, S' Ever'one a'right?
Eldrim steps forward, positioning himself between the last wolf and as many allies as he can. He then swings the head of his Dorn Dergar at the White Wolf.
As he strikes, Eldgrim hollars, 'Ey hyou! Git 'way frim ar d'l'nquint. He apparently means it too, that's quiet a blow.
Eldgrim swings the massive head of his Dorn Dergar at the second wolf.
Eldgrim stands, provoking the wolves to attack
Thankfully none of their blows manage to make it through his armor. Eldgrim steps around the wolf threatening his right and attacks the winter wolf.
Eldgrim moans as his wounds leak his heartsblood onto the tunnel floor.
Fortunately, it looks like his fine dwarven metabolism is keeping most of the harm in check for the time being.
Eldgrim grunts in acknowledgement and moves forward until something else catches someone's eye.
We Ready tae advance 'gin? Eldgrim eyes the mirror that he's assuming was or is magical with unease.
Jus' keep tha light behin' me an' we shoul' be fine. What'd ye fin' o'er there?
Och! Kin all o' ye wi' th' lights stay baehin' me? Yer killin' me eyes. Eldgrim moves forward, shielding his eyes from Kyle's lantern.
Eldgrim nods at the suggestion. Walkin' er carried, I'll do me best tae see ye all leave this tomb.
'M wi' th' Saervant. I'm nae goin' tae fin' gol' nor glory. 'M goin' tae protect th' paeple o' Diamon' Lake from whate'er may be in those tombs. The dwarf is avoiding the topic of undead tools all together, as is obvious to anyone that might notice. He's certainly not comfortable with the idea, but has to pray on it for a while.
I'm more than willing to follow along at that. If the party'd prefer the grumpy dwarf paladin not follow along, he can stay at the bar and see how far his gold can take him. I certainly don't want to ruin anyone's fun while acting as "moral compass."
Eldgrim looks up to Terrin and hikes his head towards the door, Eh?
Kyle, Breda, Queslin and Tara all strode out of the tavernwith the map and a purpose. Eldgrim is at the bar getting another drink, ignorant of both map and purpose. The last he knew, Kyle was talking about tomb raiding, but at this point Eldgrim is convinced that Kyle has some unscrupulous purpose behind the suggestion. I'm fairly sure that the only PC interaction Terrin has seen was the quick exchange with Eldgrim after Eldgrim left the table with the others. Having typed all that out. It's feasible that Eldgrim could follow the other four to make sure Kyle doesn't do harm. Though he was really expecting some greater Evil to be faced.
He strode away from Kyle's continual lewd jokes at the ladies' expense. He doesn't know about the map or really where the group is going. Terrin hasn't even been spoken to by the party yet.
Aye. S'real. I'm 'opin' fer a pair o' drinks in retaern. mayhap some change.
Eldgrim taps his Orb on the bar, waiting for his second beer. After a moment he hikes a thumb at Terrin, 'is is on me.
Eldgrim raises what remains of his pint towards Terrin. Saervan'. Good tae see yer ilk 'roun' these parts.
Enough is enough. Eldgrim rises from his seat and strides to the bar. He reclaims his seat and signals for another pint from Gorvic.
When the idea of heading into the tombs arises, DIgger will comment If'n the dead be res'less I be happy tae haelp. In response to Kyle's antics, Ye cannae be offended when folk're put off by ye. Ye're offensive to ever'one ye meet. P'rposefuly, 't seems. "I have done no such thing. I believe that it would be best for us to not come into contact with one another." He points his chin at Queslin as if to punctuate his statement.
Calm duin, knif-ear. 'm sure th' chil' meant nae harm. He looks over the others. 'm sure some'n' 'ere 's gonnae wake up summat they shoulnae. Might be i's them... Any o' you know a knit 'bout 'em?
Eldgrim eyes the newcomers one more time and moves off with Breda. Aye...
Ye kin say tha' 'gin. Bes' t' keep his sart on a leash, aye? It's difficult to guage just how much of a jest that's intended to be from the pale dwarf.
Eldgrim catches the pint and takes a long pull. Ahh. Tha's tha stuff. He strides forward and offers a meaty hand by way of greeting. There's an earthy smell to him. It's not unclean. it's more like freshly turned soil in a field. Thank ye lass. Names Eldgrim. Frien's call m' Digger. An' anyone tha'll gi' me a drink is a frien' s'far 's 'm concerned. It almost seems like he's repressing a deeper accent. Like this is about as clear as he can get.
When he gets a blank look from the 'tender, he points at Tara's drink. Stoat.
A squat pale swarf with bright red hair matching his bright red beard somps his way into the tavern. Everything about him just seems heavy. His clothes are sturdy. His beard hands in heavy braids. His footsteps rattle the floorboards. Even his voice sounds weighed down. "I'll 'ave a pin' ah stoat." He slaps a silver piece on the bar and looks about the tavern.
I'm thinking Mountain. Seems to fit his "dug too deep and found something terrible" motif a bit better.
Let me know how this looks. I'll pretty it up with spoilers and such tomorrow.
It's generally pronounced phonetically, though Grim is sometimes a Diminutive. He'll have a diminutive he answers to, which you'll learn when we meet IC. :)
Sweet. Here is the Alias that will have crunch sometime tonight. Valkur, are you alright with the Dorn-Dergar from Dwarves of Golarion and its associated feats? |