"Rescued?" flint says in dwarvish, peaking his head into the door frame. "from What?"
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Flint walks along, following the group and tossing his belaying pin from hand to hand, enjoying the weight in his grip. He walks a couple steps past the door when Kiril goes to open the door, so he's standing on the far side of the group, the side that faces the unexplored. "Yea, get it down Kiril. Let's see what's lurking around here!"
Flint bobs his head, first at Sandy and Gwen, but later at Kiril.
and to Kiril... "Ooo, I like it. Over by the stairs here?" he taps the map in the lower left corner. "... ... We... Haven't been there already, have we?" He looks at the map, trying to figure out where he is. "This matches up to your map, right Sandy? How do we get there from here?"
"Hobgoblins?!" Flint exclaims, his face making a look of incredulous uncertainty as he inspects the gear of the dead for quality and utility. "Hobbled goblins seem twice-impotent, but sure, keep your eyes out if your worried, I guess." Flint keeps an eye on Kiril as the doorsbane looks around the large room, but he'll spend some time removing armor from corpses and gathering them and the fallen weapons into one spot for later transport to the party's in-palace base.
Ill focus on getting a post up tomorrow. sorry for the delay.
Flint follows, only slightly disappointed that he won't yet be armed with some magical relic of legend.
Before following Kiril, Flint leans in to Lorelei for a final question. "So you've GOT one, but any you know about in the area? Any old legends describing hidden tools for heroes, just waiting to be uncovered?" the halfling bard suggests, waggling his eyebrows at the kobold. "Danger is no obstacle."
You can make it up with magic weapons ;D (quickly raises and lowers eyebrows). Eh, eh?
Flint follow's Kiril's lead, Leaning on any counter or surface nearby just after the half-orc asks his question. "Yea, or anywhere else?" he says, grinning, bristling with weapons already.
I think I rather like our trio of nonchalant adventurers, haha! Flint's winning in rooms cleared solo, I think! #BringBackBrunarsFistBump
"Ghost, air-elemental..." Flint says, waving a hand dismissively. "Whatever, they fit similar niches in legend. Let's find us some magic teeth to fight with. The kobolds might be able to help point us in the right direction. Maybe we should turn in for the night and gather some info, figure out how to better arm ourselves at solving this dangerous puzzle."
Flint heads back to the writing, intent on finishing his work figuring out the hidden words. "Thanks, ghost girl! You're not too bad!" Flint then bobs his head in approval to Brunar and Kiril. "We'll probably have to fight the other ones." he says, grinning over his work, excited to find some way to fight ghost-things!
Flint recovers his writing tools and finishes listening to the non-ghost non-boy. "So we just need to find this fire and go through it to appease you? Why the task? Why not just let us get on with it, ghost? You got a reason " Flint adds this last with a wry grin.
"H-Heyy!" Flint says, surprised as a gust nearly takes his possessions from him, but he manages to end up with the paper and pen in his hands. He stands, and watches the thing advance. "Hey! Rude!" he says, tossing the writing implement at the shade's face as a reproach. (Plus another 2 if I get prof bonus with writing tools) "Bring it on, ghost boy! I'll beat you in drinking AND in tag!" He boasts in dwarvish, getting ready to wrestle the thing.
"A harmless room, lucky." Flint says, sounding a bit too nonchalant as he meanders in. He kneels by the scratched out lettering, contemplative. "Wonder why only these words were scratched out..." he murmurs, squinting his eyes and thinking.
+ whatever relevant, I guess!
Flint accepts the trade of the wand of magic missiles for the ring. "You goin' in Kiril? Shout if it's too much for you."
Flint looks between the wand Brunar's looking over and the Ring he is holding, wondering which he prefers. After a moment, he decides to let the others express the interest to trade as he'd be happy enough with the ring. At the locked door, after we choose who gets what items, Flint strokes his hairless chin in thought. "Well, seems to me like I'm winning this little game of dares." He says, grinning confidently before continuing and giving the pair a wink. "That's alright, I already knew the two of you had the courage of small, sickly children." He dares someone to press forward through this door under their own strength.
"You fellas want to take a break and look at these things, or keep pushing? Something COULD BE magical!" Flint says, eyeing the ring.
Flint gathers up the items, and looks over to the other two. He swaggers over, hands full and grin wide. "Just some things, have a look." Flint hands Brunar a sheet of parchment (Without him first studying it, just a quick glance to notice writing) and the wand. He hands Kiril two small vials, and examines the ring he found himself.
Alright, sounds like a plan. Hope all ends well.
"I've been poisoned before." Flint waves of Brunar's concerns before heading out in front of the sarcophagi in question. He casts blade ward on himself, just in case, and tries to open it.
"if getting poisoned is what you're worried about, let me do it this time. I claim the short straw." He grins at Brunar. "I've out drank DWARVES" He boasts, challenging Brunar to see who is tougher.
Flint yawns, rubbing his eyes as the others talk and rouse him.
He grins at Brunar and Kiril, smile wide and toothy. "You two don't strike me as the careful type, though. Wanna do somethin' stupid?" Flint then suggests playing some small game to decide a "loser", and that selected soul will risk setting off whatever trap while the other two encourage and tease from just outside the entrance to the room, ready to duck behind a wall or give aide. "We can even place bets on what kind of trap it'll be!"
D: Sorry! Whenever we get into a lull, I get terrible about checking this campaign. Sorry for making you wait on me, guys.
Flint stands casually in place, receiving Lorelei's affections with a confident hug and smile of his own. "Hey, no problem." He says with a a hint of bravado, despite his singed hair from the exploding skeletons. "But it would be rude of me to decline your hospitality. We just gotta provide our own grub and booze. " "Push on..." Flint says, giving the kobold woman another grin and turning to face Kiril, and then Brunar. "Push on? Can you do that crazy spirit thing again if we get in a bind? Granted, if I went all out from the start, I bet I could take on two or three of those skeletons by myself." He swaggers over to the pile of broken pots and gives a glance to the value or renown of anything destroyed, hoping that no art of worth had been destroyed. Then he gives a glance to Brunar, prepared to follow his lead once more, be it resting here or going on ahead immediately.
Flint is okay with the group taking custodianship over the key for the potential safety of the hallow.
"Yeah, what's the deal? All the skeleton's I've crunched up so far just seem to kinda be... LURKING in old empty rooms, and I don't think ANY of them have been on fire!" Flint says, stalling when he hear's Brunar's question where he had been ready to follow Kiril.
"Yeaaah, where IS that key?" Flint says, stroking his chin. "If it had been hung up on the wall like she said... Wouldn't the skeletons have noticed it?" Flint looks at Brunar. "You were closest to that wall, did you see a key?"
Flint grins at Kiril's back pat, and responds with a sharp jab to the half-orc's thigh. (You're four feet taller than Flint! He can't reach your back. xD) He follows along with the group, his eyes fierce again with Brunar's healing bringing new energy. "So, Brunar. How the heck did you summon up ancient dwarf ghosts?!" Flint says with interest, thinking of how to turn it into a tale.
Flint momentarily steps behind kiril to avoid most of the explosion. "im good." he says, before opening the door to Brunar. "all the skellies are gone. I think we're safe."
Flint stays in position and continues to try and feint attack the Skeletons, and getting in their way, giving Kiril Advantage (To any attack roll or skill check he needs to make on his turn that he can assist with)
Flint will fall in beside Kiril after guiding the kids to safety, making sure if any explosions happen then he and Kiril will be the ones to take those dangers. He assists Kiril on any shoves or attack rolls.
Oh dang. I only knew of half of that. *Tips glass to pour a bit out*
"Kids! Why do the skeletons care about the key- Wait... QUICK! Get to safety!" he says, urging all of the kobolds to fall back out of the room. "Then we should do the same." he mutters to Brunar and Kiril, not thinking the three of them can deal with 8 exploding skeletons with so much confusion and bystanders in the way. "Everyone! TO THE DOORS!" he yells out, before moving to the kobold with the key, and ushering her out of the room while putting himself between her and any skeletons. (Dodging while I do so, unless moving the kobold requires an action)
Confused, for now flint takes the DODGE ACTION (disadv to any enemy targeting me) since he's attracted too much attention from the skeletons, and watches to see what the others are trying to accomplish while he dodge-tanks.
Flint swings at one of the skeletons engaging with him.
Flint shouts out to the kobold kids. "Whatever it is, bring it here! Bring these piles of burning bones to US!" Flint will shield Brunar, attacking any skeleton that approaches the dwarf with his club.
Flint runs into the chamber, and then at the scene dumbfounded. "Eh, foamy seas! What's going on here?" The skeletons weren't behaving like a threat, surely they would attack the kids if they wanted to, it was by their own choice to change direction that they hadn't. It was more like they were interested in something else, something Flint couldn't see. Yet, there was a dead or dying Kobold woman on the ground. Someone had to have done that to her. "Hey kids, who hurt her!" Flint says, pointing to the body to try and gain the idea of a clear target.
Flint stares off into the collapsing form of bones that used to be a skeleton, his eyes fixed in place for what felt like to him as a solid month. It isn't until Brunar spoke that he managed to shake himself out of it, and grinned. "Ya, of course I am! You don't think I'm a quitter, do ya?!" he boasts, rushing forward with the dwarf, still clutching his club.
Flint charges through, brandishing his club.
Hot drinks and love! :D
"Can you help the kid?"" Flint asks Brunar.
"Hey!" Flint shouts, dropping his torch and drawing his rapier with his now free hand. He wouldn't need the torch, his enemy was already on fire and Flint could see it just fine. Then, it exploded!
Flint follows, torch in one hand, belaying pin in the other like a club. "Try calling out in their native tongue." Flint adds, unhelpfully. [b]"Ssssss!!!"/[b] he hisses loudly into the area ahead, trying to calm the friendly beasts.
Flint looks to Kiril, then to Lorelei.
Flint follows kiril until he is in near total darkness, before grabbing and lighting a torch from his pack.
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