"Hhhnnggg!"
Felgarr groans as the lizard cuts him. He watches Strang try to gut the assassin, and decides to attack that foe, leaving the deadly reptile for last.
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Firm in his faith, Felgarr shrugs off the shaman's magic easily. Torn between protecting Terion and Strang, he holds his ground and swings. "SAW YOU TAKE A HIT, STRANG. THERE'S A SPOT BEHIND ME. WE'LL GET THAT FINGER-WIGGLER ONCE WE'VE KILLED HIS CRONIES. "
With the fighter sent sprawling, Felgarr concentrates on him, taking measure of the stains on his soul .
Felgarr surges forward into the breach, flail swinging at the lizard's legs.
Still deafened, he can barely hear himself through his ringing ears. Everyone else should be able to hear him just fine though. "LET'S GET THIS ONE, TERION. TAKE HIM OUT AND WE'LL GET THE BIG GUY NEXT"
Terion, fall back and swing over me. Felgarr, seeing Terion so wounded, readies to move to hold the door.
Hey you made it through without becoming zombie food or goblin bait. That's better than me. The missing bonded object and deafness suck, but we'll get out stuff back when we pry it from their cold, dead hands. This adventure is definitely punishing of mistakes, but that makes victory that much sweeter. Hope you stick around, and wish you good luck if you don't.
With Terion holding a commanding position, Felgarr holds the flank to ensure no other enemies can get to the mages in the corridor. He does not know why the barbarian chose to run into the room, but it was her undoing, and he will not repeat her mistake. He hopes she lives long enough that he can save her, though he isn't hopeful.
Seeing Strange suddenly collapse, and with Terion grown to giant size, Felgarr backs up and checks on the prone orc. He can find no wounds on the rogue, so he tries calling and shaking him awake. His ears are still ringing, so he cannot hear his own voice. He hopes it's loud enough. "STRANG, CAN YOU HEAR ME? WAKE UP, ORC. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SLEEPING ON THE JOB. STRANG!"
I'll be out this weekend.
Felgarr growls at the reappearance of the foul reptiles. His dwarven guts are iron, as promised, and he steps to the fore to protect his nauseated allies. He nods at Strang, seeing him use a wise tactic, and readies to assist.
"The middle is fine by me. Let us be swift but not stupid. We don't want to give them to long to regroup, but we don't want to rush headlong into any more ambushes."
"Good man. You going to use your own blade on that slime? Got me this to use," Felgarr pats the cooks flail. "You can probably find something in that pile there."
"Terion, since you and Mags are still wounded from the last fight, I'll take point today, and both of you use your polearms. I'll hold the line and knock 'em down while you fight from the second rank. Going to need someone else up front with me, since the corridors are to wide to hold on my own. Strang, you up for that? Terion, give him that ring we found to ward off blows. He'll need it. Ama, you hold the rear, in case some thugs come up behind us again. Wizards, in the middle. Let's go kill that slime." Felgarr makes his choice, selecting the cook's heavy flail to use against the creature.
"Torag be praised, we survived the night. Yesterday, we were planning to deal with the slime before we got attacked by the lizardmen and the goblins. I'm still of the opinion that that needs to be our next move." Felgarr looks through the pile of items looted from the bodies of their defeated enemies. He'll test the weight and balance of the weapons and select one he thinks will be effective against the slime.
"We are wounded, almost all of us. The storeroom is our safest choice. We feed the bodies to the slime, do our best to obscure our tracks, and shelter in the room. If they find us, we fight. Camping in the swamp would be worse. They could surround us. They will not have time to barricade before we hear them."
Felgarr maneuvers around the goblin, wincing as Bizzlemont is mauled. He delivers a bone-shattering blow to the goblin's face. "Die, goblin scum!"
"Ama, Mags is down. Bizzle, too."
"Rraagh! Felgarr charges the goblin, flail flailing.
"Damn the sneaky goblins." Felgarr smashes his flail into the remaining standing reptile and hopes to see it crumble, knowing it had already been struck once by the elf. He looks at the other reptile, still sleeping, and calls to Ama and Elgoron "One of you deal with this one, I'm going to help the others." "Hold them off a moment longer, Strang. I'm on my way!
Felgarr tries to take out the reptile with even more urgency after hearing Strang's warning. In his haste, he strikes the wall as he swings, ruining his aim.
"You'll not defeat me, you overgrown iguana!" Felgarr bellows as the scaly creature leaps to his feet and scratches at him. He swings his flail again, but the lizard is ready this time and hops over the swinging bar easily.
"Err, a little help here, guys?"
Nearly laid out by the flurry of claws, Felgarr retaliates.
Felgarr begins to move to Terion's aid when more lizards attack from the rear. Trusting in Mags, he moves to the rear and attacks.
"If the slime is as corrosive as you think it might be, we should use some of the cultists' weapons when we attack it. I'm not ruining my good flail on some green guck!"
"Dwarven guts are the stuff of legends, old man."
"Let's not get wet yet, Strang. One of the other corridors, please."
Felgarr takes the strikes on his shield, then strides carefully forward and lashes out with his flail. His overly defensive posture makes a real offense quite difficult, but the spearmen cannot ignore the swinging iron bar. If nothing else, his wide sings are keeping them at bay, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
Felgarr turns to strike at the stunned spearman as he rises, but leaves himself open to another stab. He smashes the poor man, and turns back to his comrades. He takes in the newcomer and grunts. "Beat on me will you? I'll show you a beating!" Felgarr focuses for a second, bringing Torag's Hammer into focus in his mind's eye. He looks past the Hammer and watches to see if it flies forward to strike the cook. Satisfied with what he sees, he brings his own hammer forward to strike as well.
That's what the paladin is there for - take a licking and keep on ticking.
Felgarr grins at Terion's quip and bellows a brawny belch in agreement. "EUUUUGGHT!". He then surveys the scene and decides to try to prevent any of the other cultists getting away. He barrels foward, feet thumping on the prone cultists as he tries to shove his way past the spearmen to the corridor beyond.
Felarr sucks in his breath as another spear stabs into him. "I'm starting to hate you cultists as much as I hate goblins. You're as murderous as they are." As the unarmored Ama slips past him, he gives her a glance. "That is wise, Ama. Keep them safe." He steps forward besides the scout and tries to trip the uninjured spearman, hoping to provide an opening for Mags and Strang. "Hit him while he's down!"
"Left is fine. Let's keep our eyes peeled. We don't want to have to deal with another ambush like that. We can fit the suits of armor into Mags', Terion's, and my packs. The rest of you can carry an extra weapon. That way we keep the cultists from re-using these items against us in the future." He hastens to take his own advice, then declares. "Let's go."
"Grug. That slippery staircase was almost my doom. Safe travels, Belrain." "One of us should take up the ring that Belrain left. I saw the power of its enchantment deflect several blows that should have struck him. It would do any of us well. Who wants it?"
Felgarr tosses at Ama's touch, but his mind is still reeling in shock and keeps him from regaining consciousness.
"It is good. That rock to the west is big enough to conceal us all. I'd recommend we hide as a group there."
Will be busy this weekend. Not likely to post. Felgarr will ... just lie there unless healed awake. Then, he will fight defensively and trip as usual.
This might be the second character I go through in this game!
The slick surface proves Felgarr's undoing. He goes careening to the bottom of the slope and lands in a crumpled heap. The spearmen take merciless advantage of the lapse in his defense and stab him viciously. He does not rise.
Felgarr shares Terion's reticence at not clearing out the temple, but having a guide to the cultists stronghold proves too powerful a temptation for him to ignore. He approaches the taciturn warrior, wary of the old man's possible betrayal and catches Terion's eye, and nodding minutely in affirmation. Then, he takes his place at the van, with the wild woman. |