Emercy Hammertime's page

"Yeah, I'm not much of the quiet type meself. I'm with John on eliminating those guards. If you lot are up for it, I say we take 'em. Whaddaya say?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Ready to roll.

“Like something of a guard animal, yes,” John answers at nearly the same time as the dwarf speaks. He follows it a split second later with, “wait, what?!? Why kill a creature that could be useful to us? And why on the way back, shouldn’t we at least check with our employers to see what their preference would be?”

Raising an eyebrow, "Useful? If there's one thing ya canno' trust, lad, it's undead. They are on nobody's side but their own. Remember that."

"Anyway, let's get movin'. We can deal with that issue later. And if yer wantin' ta talk to T&T about it, then that's fine by me. But if the thing 'mysteriously' dies again... well... then I'll have ya know now I'm fairly somewhat certain it wasn't me," he winks, grinning wryly before moving out.

Grinning slyly, "Don't worry, lad. When we return back this way, I'm destroyin' that thing. I just didn't want ta deal with it right now. We've got other fish ta fry first. Once that's done, we'll be riddin' ourselves of an undead abomination, you can count on it." He nods emphatically.

Shrugging, "Fine by me." Emercy then presses onward, weapon and shield in hand.

Raising an eyebrow, Emercy looks back at the others and shrugs before returning his focus upon the undead-looking thing. "And what, may I ask, is this proper offerin' you're speakin' of?"

"I'll lead ya the way, lass, no problem." When the time arrives, Emercy gathers his gear and readies to move out with the others, leading the way forward.

Nodding, "Nighttime works for me. I'll be ready."

Shrugging, "Works for me. I don't care where we go in. As long as it leads to removin' a bunch of troublesome gnolls, then it's all good ta me."

"Well, I've hoped they've gathered as much intel as they can because we're goin' in smashin' whether or we've got any or not!" he states emphatically before finishing in a much calmer tone with, "But we'd prefer to have anythin' you've managed. Somethin's better than nothin'," he says, grinning.

"I'm for keepin' movin' as well," Emercy agrees.

Sporting an incredulous look at the sighting of the parchments, "What in the blazes does that mean? Why do ya think these blasted gnolls would have somethin' like that? I'm thinkin' we need ta ask Truther about it. Somethin' just doesn't smell right about all of this. Unless any of you can think of a valid reason for this, I say we just go ask."

Getting struck solidly by the arrow, "Blast it all! Alright! If that's the way ya want it!" Emercy points a finger at the closest gnoll and a small dart of acid heads straight for it.

Attacking the closest one to him. About 5 squares to the left of Emercy. Acid dart(1/5 uses), Ranged touch attack

Acid dart: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Ugh.

AC 22; Hp's 32/39

With an emphatic nod, "Aye. We'll hold. I can guarantee ya that."

Emercy will cast Bull's Strength and possibly Communal protection from evil. Are gnolls evil? That is, if they are gnolls. It's gonna depend on what they are. If they're just bandits then that could be a wasted spell. I'm unsure.

He'll definitely cast Bull's strength though. But not until they get a few minutes closer. It's only 1 minute/level duration so he's going to need to wait until they're way closer.

With that bit of info, Emercy straps on his shield and readies for combat. "Let them come. It's been a while since I've smashed me some heads." He states matter-of-factly.

Rising and ready for the day, Emercy gathers his things and heads down to breakfast. Taking in the sight of the table full of morning goodness, he grabs a seat and eats all the eggs and bacon he can possibly eat, along with pretty much everything else.

Full and satisfied, he rises and heads outside, raring to go. "Nope! Nothin' for me. Ready to go whenever." He nods, grinning with excitement.

Truther cuts in, less enthusiastic, and more business-like. "Whatever you choose to do, just be back here ready to leave at dawn. I want to be on the way as soon as possible."

"No need ta worry about that, lad. We'll be ready to go at dawn, I can guarantee ya that." He gives an emphatic nod.

After they take their leave
Looking curiously at John Billings Bryant, "Well, a lot like the lass here," he nods toward Yasmin, "I fight but I do it with me hammer. But I also can heal the lot of ya if yer hurt. To sum it up, I'm a warrior with a bit o' healing magic."

"As far as I'm concerned, done and done!" He nods firmly.

"Yeah, if ya got problems with gnolls, we'll kill 'em for ya. No problems there." He nods emphatically as he takes a good swig of his drink.

Nodding, "Aye, I'll be takin' that drink. Especially with it bein' as blasted hot as it is."

"I'm with the lass," he motions toward Yasmin. "Let's make our way to T&T. No time like the present."

Shrugging as he watches Yasmin take off with her bird, "It beats the blasted heat of where I was. And it beats bein' on a boat. Works for me." Emercy heads after the halfling and her bird, albeit at a much slower pace.

"It's nice to be on dry land again," she adds. Crag screeches in agreement!

"That it is, lass, that it is." Emercy falls in step behind the others as they move out.

Moving on works for me.

"No, lass, no questions from me." Emercy nods, thinking it strange the pirates left just as quickly as they arrived, but doesn't question it for now.

"Poison?! Did I hear poison?! Blast! We'll be havin' none of that!" Throwing his shield and his hammer upon the ground, Emercy immediately moves over to Alidelia, lowers himself to his knees, and begins tending to her. "I don't suppose ya have a healer's kit on board, do ya, Captain?"

Heal: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 21 The +1 is Yasmin's guidance. And if there's no healer's kit, just subtract the +2.

Emercy does what he can to aid Alidelia but finds himself a bit concerned it may not be enough.

Heal skill link. My roll is gonna depend on the DC of the poison.

With a curious look about him as the elves just all of the sudden up and leave, "Really? Is that it? Where are ya goin'? I was just about to kill ya all. Blast." Noticing the others moving with a sense of urgency, Emercy follows right after them.

As he heads for the nearest elf, "Ya might want ta listen to her, elves, if ya know what's good for ya. Which, by me guess, ya probably don't." Raising his warhammer up high, he brings it down quickly toward the enemy.

Move 15'; Attack elf

Mwk Warhammer w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

AC 22; Hp's 39/39

Irritated that he missed horribly the last time, "Be still, ya blasted, overgrown, beast!" Emercy continues the assault upon the croc, hoping to be more successful.

Mwk Warhammer w/PA: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"HA-HA! Take that!" he taunts, landing a solid hit on the reptile.

AC 22; Hp's 39/39

Emercy quickly moves to aid the halfling and her bird, setting up flank for them both. "We've got ya now, ya overgrown pair o' boots!"

Move 20'; Attack

Mwk Warhammer w/Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 +2 is flanking
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Ugh. Be warned, me and the dice roller DO NOT get along. In any of my games. And pretty much ever since I joined the boards. It's a hate/hate relationship. :P

AC 22; Hp's 39/39

Quickly making his way on deck, Emercy quickly looks around and spots the massive croc. "What in the blazes?! By Torag, he's a big fella, isn't he? Ah well, the bigger they are, the more shoes you can make out of 'im." Strapping on his shield and drawing his warhammer, Emercy readies to take on the giant animal.

Giving a slight raise of his hand, "I know how ta deal with a witch, lass. I just smash me hammer in her face." He explains plainly. "O' course, that's how I deal with many of me foes."

He then turns to Alidelia and says, "They call themselves 'The Cracked Hammer' tribe? That's an insult to hammers everywhere. When a bunch o' stinkin' gnolls go around namin' their tribe after hammers, it just makes me want ta smash their faces."

Cutting his attention back to Yasmin, "Ya see? I told ya, lass. Face-smashin'. It's what I do best to me enemies," he says, grinning proudly.

Smiling big at the layout, "Ya canno' go wrong with food." Emercy digs in, grabbing a little bit of everything as he listens in on the conversation.

Nodding to Alidelia, "Thanks, lass!" Emercy walks into his assigned room and shuts the door. Removing his pack and his weapons, he sets them down before pulling the chest out from under the bed. Popping open the lid, he sets his gear inside, closes the lid, and shoves it back under the bed. Dusting off his hands, "Well alright. That's taken care of." Looking around the place, "Ya know, for a tub, this ain't bad."

Not possessing anything of finery, Emercy does comb out his beard a bit to make himself somewhat presentable. He then proceeds to make his way toward the dining hall.

Looking curiously upon the oread, "But, lad, that there is nothin' more than a...," he pauses, wondering if it's wise to continue before deciding on, "spirit. Just like ya said it was. Not sure where I was goin' with that one." He chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway! Should be a fun trip. I'm not one for traveling by boat meself but I'm always up for somethin' new. Ya just never know where life is gonna take ya next, so, it's always interestin' ta see where the next journey lies."

Shrugging, "I got nothin'."

"Emercy Hammertime of the Stonehammer clan from Janderhoff. Pleasure ta meet ya, Billings." He nods.

The captain seems to enjoy poking fun at the dwarf, and she smirks as he stammers. "Don't you worry, I am only teasing you. It's good to see such a promising batch of recruits for the company, I trust Alidelia to pick the right people for the job.'

Emercy chuckles, pointing, winking, and giving her a nod of congrats. "Ya got me. Good one."

Alidelia laughs quietly, holding up a hand as if to protest the oreads' apology.

No need, you made it in plenty of time. As you can see, the ship hasn't left yet. Our wonderful captain has made sure to wait on all of our members before setting out. In fact, I believe we are waiting on one final guest to join our expedition, no?"

"I think there was supposed ta be another. I believe 'four' was the number we were told. Don't quote me on that, though." He shrugs.

Nodding, "Aye, it is, lad. And that's interestin', that bit about me fellow dwarf teachin' ya about The Green Faith. I'll confess, I've never heard too many stories of me kind teachin' about The Green Faith. Truly fascinatin'."

Listening in on the conversation, Emercy waits before finally introducing himself. "Name's Emercy. Nice ta meet ya, lad. You can call me Emercy. That's pretty much what everyone calls me that knows me name." He says, grinning wryly as he nods in greeting.

The captain nods to each of you in turn, welcoming you.

"Glad to see the new faces, we've needed some fresh blood for a while out here. Don't you worry about the sailing, my crew and I will take care of all of that!"

She laughs at Emercys' compliment, a loud hissing sound that draws attention to her. "Appreciate the flattery, but it won't get you anywhere around here." you get the feeling she'd wink at you if she was able to.

Alidelia chimes in, climbing aboard behind the trio. "It's good to see you too, captain. It has been too long."

Raising his eyebrows, the dwarf just now realizes how that sounded. "No... wait... I didn't mean... what I meant was..." He pauses, concentrating a moment before realizing there's really no way to explain it. Chuckling, the dwarf holds up his hands in concession. "Fair enough, lass."

Not expecting the captain to literally be covered in scales, Emercy finds himself slightly taken aback. "Wow. I'm lovin' the red scales, Captain. That bright red ya got goin' is lovely." He tells her in a matter-of-fact manner, nodding. "I'm Emercy, by the way. Emercy Hammertime of the Stonehammer clan. Like Yasmin here I don't sail much meself, or, ya know, like at all really. But I'm lookin' forward ta see where this takes us."

Looking to the others, "Off we go, lot. Don't forget yer bird, lass," he tells Yasmin. Emercy adjusts his pack a bit and follows after, looking forward to where this next part of life is taking him.

Alidelia and the agent, who introduces himself as Tanithil, are waiting on you when you arrive and they greet you warmly.

”I hope you had a good rest, we have a week long journey ahead of us. Have you finished any business you might have in the capital before we leave?”

Nodding, "Aye, I did. And I've got no unfinished business left so I'm ready ta go whenever the rest of the lot are."

Looking a bit quizzical at the halfling, "Well, it's not really pig meat per se. I mean it is but it isn't." Scratching his chin as he tries to figure out how to explain it, he throws up his hands in frustration. "Bah! Doesn't matter! It's just called bacon, lass. And it's good. You should try it." He nods matter-of-factly.

Shrugging, Emercy takes the dried meat. "Well, okay, I guess. I'm not really much into animals but will give it a shot." Walking up to the bird with the dried meat in hand, he offers it up. "Here ya go, birdy. A little treat for ya. Please don't take me finger with it. Thanks."

"Oh yeah, I like a good ale." Emercy holds the door open, waiting for them to exit before following after.

"I eat pigs. Well, bacon anyway. Ya canno' beat bacon. Bacon goes with everythin'." He grins, his mind traveling to the savory taste of bacon.

Just as the door shuts behind him, Emercy pushes it right back open and peeks in. "Did you say somethin' about eatin', lass? Because I could use a bite or two. Don't suppose you'd mind me comin' along, would you? If you would, then that's not a problem, I just thought I'd ask."

Giving a friendly pat on the shoulder to the ifrit, "Okay, well, we'll see you lot tomorrow morn then. Bright an' early. I'm goin' ta gather up me things, look over and see what else I be needin', and get some rest. Until tomorrow, lot." The dwarf then takes his leave.

Raising an eyebrow and looking somewhat taken aback, a slight grin forms when he realizes the wizard doesn't understand what he's saying. "No, lad, not literally. It's just an expression. If one were ta get 'cold feet', it means he gets scared and backs out of what he says he was goin' ta do. That's it."

Nodding, "Sounds good. Tomorrow at dawn. Got it."

Turning to his two fellow travelers, "Well, lot, it was nice meetin' ya both. Will be seein' ya both in the mornin' unless ya get cold feet." He studies them both a moment through narrowed eyes before, "Neither of ya is gonna be gettin' cold feet on me, are ya?"

"You assume right!" agrees Yasmin. "There's definitely another for this mission. Crag, my trusty bird companion! You'll get to meet him outside. I sure do hope he'll go into the mines," mutters the halfling as she trails off.

"Did you say Cracked Hammer gnolls by the way? Pretty soon they'll be hammer-cracked gnolls! Am I right, Emercy?" The dwarf gets a few jabs from Yasmin's elbow as she says this.

Lol!

With an incredulous look at the halfling, the dwarf can't help but crack a slight smile at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I guess so. Definitely better them than me being cracked."

Turning his attention to Alidelia, "Yeah, I've got one: When do we leave?"

Shaking his head as well, "Nope. Not with me. Is this the lot of us or should we be expectin' another for this trek?"