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Enoby grimaces a bit as Deko's fist liquefies their captive's face. "While the gnoll did not deliberately provide us with any information, I think we can infer something about the bandits here. The gnoll seemed to think little of humans, and I'd imagine that if he and his comrades thought they could overpower the bandits here and simply take the gold, they would have. We should be prepared for the remaining bandits to be either very well armed or very great in number. Or both."
Hey everyone! Sorry I disappeared there for a minute. I caught an exceptionally nasty flu a few days ago, and I spent so little time both awake and lucid, I forgot about pretty much everything I had going on beyond relaying directions to folks covering for me at work. I'll work on reading through what I missed to get caught up, and have a post up later tonight, tomorrow at the latest. I'm in other PbPs with some of you, so apologies for having to read this over there as well. Again, sincerest apologies for the brief vanishing act.
Enoby lowers her bow, releasing a small sigh of relief at the brevity of the combat. She turns to Fezzik, appreciation in her expression: "My large friend, you are truly fearsome with that pole-arm. To think, I must resort to launching tiny sticks in order to strike a distant enemy." Eyeing the creature that Zinnath is currently threatening, she attempts to lay the fear on a bit thicker (hoping it speaks Common): "You're in for it now, our mighty dragon can scarce be reasoned with. Best tell us everything you know. It just may be enough to earn his mercy."
"Adorable? Does that mean the same thing as 'sage' or 'wise?'" "Oh, absolutely. That's exactly what it means."
Enoby assessed the scene. Deko was between her and any visible targets, and re-positioning would likely only get in the way of her team's muscle doing their job. However, it did look like the yipping beasts could be numerous to overrun their front line. Enoby elects to be patient, setting up another shot and waiting for any enemies to spill past Deko.
Since we're in combat and my readied action clearly missed, I don't have much to do until next round of initiative. Just dropping a note to say I'm definitely still here and keeping track of things. :)
Nodding in affirmation to Zinnath's plan, Enoby moves forward and prepares to fire on any enemies that pursue the small dragon when he retreats back towards the party.
"If it is a room full of furry brigands and we have the drop on them," Enoby retrieves a vial of Alchemist's Fire from her gear then, grinning deviously, holds it aloft. "I have an idea."
As a wry smile crossing her face, Enoby acknowledges her companion's priorities. "I doubt we will ever find enough drink for your considerable capacity, friend."
And a second high-five to our illustrious GM for landing our game's 1,000th post!
As a bit of a word nerd, I would like to offer our illustrious GM a high-five for the use of "digitigrade"
Enoby brings up the rear guard, bow drawn and arrow knocked. She directs her keen elven senses towards ensuring the group is not ambushed.
Enoby adopts a mock serious tone, and mischievous grin taking shape across her face. "Little Dragon, I suggest you leave Bataleigha to her work, lest you are also looking to be a very squished dragon."
Agreed. Let's save those extra swordarms for when we're into a bit thicker trouble. Also, the moathouse isn't particularly large and that'd be another four bodies cluttering up the room to maneuver.
Is making the map anything we need to make any sort of skill check for? Or is whoever volunteers assumed to just be doing it as we go along?
Congrats to Fezzik! What a cool reward! :D As for what to do next, much as I love to chew on some good RP, I don't think I'm alone in wanting to check the Moathouse off the to-do list once and for all.
Leaning in to hear the gnome out, Enoby is more than a little taken aback by the sincerity of the gesture. Earning the trust of surfacers was occurring more and more since she had elected to oppose the cult, and it remained jarring every time. She accepts the ring gracefully. "Thank you, sir. I was... glad... to be of help."
Hi everyone. My girlfriend's grandfather passed away suddenly yesterday. I'll likely have some down time tomorrow to post, but if it is necessary to bot me in any capacity until I am able to do so, please don't hesitate. Apologies for the disruption.
Enoby nods in agreement with Kyrie. "As much as I would prefer to be done with this place once and for all, we have accumulated many burdens this outing that should be dealt with."
Enoby adopts a clearly miffed expression. "We're here under the official auspices of Hommelet to deal with this den of brigands, and given that we've just slain an ogre for your sake I'd think you could muster some gratitude with your xenophobia!" The imperious tone and and inflection had worked it's way back into her voice.
Enoby approaches the doorway to get a good look at the targets of Zinnath's address: "Little dragon, while suspicion is a wise caution, they very clearly pose no threat to us in their current state. I do not think threats serve anyone."
Enoby smirks at Kyrie's comments. "A pity he had no brick-a-brac in our size."
Hey everyone! Got bogged down way more than expected with Food Day preparations. I'll try to fire off a proper post later tonight.
Enoby eyes the contents of the trunk, her brow furrowing. "I don't know what I expected to find in an Ogre's life savings. There seems to be some coinage, at least, if someone wants to scrape them together." She moves to the unopened door at the other end of the room. "This seems to be the way forward. I'd prefer not being surprised by any more ogres if we can avoid it." She leans carefully against the door, pressing one ear to it in an attempt to catch the sound of anything moving on the other side.
Enoby moves into the room and begins making an effort to search the area. The chest she will leave for Zinnath, in case it is trapped.
Sending positive vibes your way!
Enoby sighs with relief as the large humanoid topples to the ground. She was frustrated that she had missed her shot, but her teammates had acquitted themselves quite will. "Excellent work, everyone," she states matter-of-factly.
Enoby knocks an arrow, her battle hymn seems to have put her in a trance-like state. Fezzik and Zinnath both obstruct the path her arrow will take towards it's intended target, but her sharp elven eyes spot the exact moment the way is clear, her hand releases the arrow...
...And yet her timing is moments off, her missile striking one of the pillars the ogre is standing between. "Oloth plynn dos!" she curses.
Undercommon:
"Darkness take you!"
Enoby begins singing her favorite Drow battle hymn, emboldening her allies for the skirmish at hand.
At Zinnath's alert, Enoby takes up a position directly across from the door, roughly 20 paces distant from the portal. Knocking an arrow, she addresses the rest of the group: "I am ready when you are."
Since the room is empty, just waiting on Zinnath to check the door for traps before we move forward. Just heard about all the earthquakes in New Zealand. I only know one person who lives down there, and fortunately he's abroad at the moment. Living in the Bay Area, it's definitely got my earthquake anxiety spiking today. D:
Sorry! Things got a little chaotic for me the last few days. Kept meaning to post a heads up I might be a bit quiet, but things kept drawing my brain elsewhere. Back to normal going forward, though!
Enoby nods at Kyrie, "I agree. It can wait until we are certain the area is secure."
Opening one of the containers of supplies, Enoby is pleased to find some hard cheeses. Picking up a wedge, she takes a bite as she scans the room. "I can make use of some of these arrows, certainly. This much armament certainly has value in gold, but perhaps it is most prudent to inform Burne? He could send some of the badgers out this way to collect it all, and it could then be set to use by the town's defenders."
"We are so fortunate you have such dainty claws, Zinnath", Enoby states. Her voice is lighter hearted than usual and there's a teasing glint in her eye. "They make you quite adept at dealing with all sorts of mechanical obstructions."
Enoby moves up beside Bataleigha, bow drawn and arrow knocked to any potential threats that lay beyond the door. Enoby scans the area as well:
I hope everyone had a fun Halloween!
Enoby inspects the fresher skeletons. Intersting, she thinks to Zinnath. These bones have not been here long. Returning to the rest of the party, she informs them of her findings. "I saw nothing unusual about the room, save it's function as a torture chamber. One detail of note, however, were the remains. Most were dry, ancient skeletons but a small number were much more recent - It appeared the muscle and flesh had been cut from them somewhat recently."
Enoby indicates quietly to the others that she's going to split off and check the torture chamber area. Ever cautious, she approaches as quietly as possible, arrow knocked.
In the event that nothing hostile presents itself immediately, she carefully scans the room.
Enoby does a quick inspection of her gear, then knocks an arrow and follows Bataleigha.
Enoby, slightly perturbed: "I would think a fancy box is the least of our concerns at the moment."
"Handling these brigands and recovering their ill-gotten loot is all well and good, but we really should see about exploring the lower levels."
Deko's gesture catches Enoby off guard, and her initial response is a grimace. She struggles to correct this when she realizes the half-orc is attempting a sincere gesture. "Ah, thank you... Deko. It is lovely." She accepts the jewelry with as much social grace as she can muster, though she intends to put it with the party's communal loot later.
"Agreed", Enoby says aloud.
Zinnath Stephenson's modern sci-fi classic, Snow Punch.
Absorbing the bandit's information, Enoby then makes eye contact with Bataleigha with a slight nod to indicate deference to her on the decision.
Welcome, one and all, to Deko And Zinnath's Bodily Fluid Horror Show. It's fun for the whole family!
Mentally, to Zinnath: "This man is not affiliated with the cult, as far as I know: I do not recognize him. That does not necessarily mean he does not have any useful information, however." Enoby addresses the brigand, maintaining her current imperious tone. "Listen here, cur: fool as you are you must have seen something unusual here. Think long and hard, for if you provide us useful information I will advise the powers in Hommlet to be lenient with your sorry carcass"
"Have any of us brought rope?", Enoby inquires to the rest of the party. Followed by a second query: "And do we wish to bring them back to town, or shall we drag them behind us as we further explore the moathouse?"
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