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Flung was thinking of his options of what to do with this mystical eye, when it suddenly comes hurtling back into the temple leaking green ichor. He then follows the mystical eye back into the depths of the temple, being cognizant to avoid the pools of glowing green gunk left behind in its retreat.
Flung tests his grip on his spear while wearing the gloves proffered by Thunk. Satisfied that he can still wield the spear effectively he waits to time his entrance into the temple. As soon as the trio of zombies shuffle past him, he quickly darts into the temple entrance and quickly moves away from the door in search for cover to better asses the situation within.
As was said previously, it is not entirely clear if the necromancer is on the island or accessible from the portal. However, IF the necromancer is accessible, I have some tricks up my sleeve to provoke him/her/it into hopefully doing something foolish.
Flung climbs the rise to quickly assess the battle going on between the humans and the undead. He uses his prior experience in battle to assess the tactical strength of the human party and their ability to hold off the undead while also observing where the undead are coming from and how they are dealing with the humans to formulate his battle plan.
*What here is useful/valuable to me?
Tables, maps and other info in the document all look very nice. Thanks to all that have worked on it!
Flung is moved by the druid’s speech, of his ability to express his despair so eloquently. “Don’t accept it… No don’t do that” Flung replies to the Druid. “Take that anger and hatred and hone it; shape it; work it until it is a burning hot tool of vengeance. You can be an instrument of Gorlaug’s and the swamp’s revenge! I, for one, will stand by your side and together we shall sow the seeds of destruction upon our foes who have brought us to this low place." Flung continues with emotion building. "But I swear upon the ashes of Gorlaug, that I will do all in my power to avenge what the usurpers took from us!” he finishes vehemently and kneels in front of Pork with his spear held out in front in the time-honored tradition of pledging allegiance.
Flung has leveled up to level 3. New move:
STR now +1
Alignment - Provoke someone into doing something they will regret. I am sure the ogre now regrets throttling Flung like a rag doll (+1)
XP gained = +4
"Thanks Thunk!" Flung replies in appreciation to the return of his spear. "That's a nifty looking sash you've got there" he adds. As the others settle down, Flung goes off to the side and looking around him to make sure no one is looking, he pulls out the the green stone and examines it closing while muttering "My prize! My prize!"
Flung climbs out of the cellar with the others to survey the wreckage and look for his lost spear. "Hey, has anyone seen my spear? I seem to have lost it when that ogre grabbed me" he says while rubbing his injured throat. As Flung continues to search, he spies underneath the rubble of what might have been the chimney at one time, a badly damaged box containing a purse with some coins and another object.
Flung rolls out from under the enraged ogre's legs and pops up, while pulling one of his javelins from the brace across his back. "Suck on this, you oaf!" Flung manages to croak out with his bruised windpipes which are not feeling quite so painful thanks to Sees-Death's song. Flung then hurls the javelin at the ogre's head with all of his strength.
Spear Throw: I am not sure if I can use Spear Throw for the javelin, because the move states "When you throw your spear, roll+DEX". If DM rules that javelin DOES count for the Spear Throw move, then the complication I use is that it is lodged and not easy to remove. If it DOES NOT count as a spear, then this can either be H&S (failure b/c no bonus) or Volley (complication = placed in danger)
"Mighty Gorlaug is having his vengeance!" Flung exclaims "and I say we join in!". "Follow me and thump the bad men!" he says to Thunk with malevolent glee and walks towards the main bar with his spear in one hand and shield in the other, looking for dwarves and humans and others of their ilk to help them to their doom.
Flung quickly sides-steps the blow while using his spear to deflect the club away from his noggin. Then he dances backwards to give himself some operating room.
With the longer reach of his spear, Flung is able to keep some distance between himself and Thunk's club. After a series of feints and minor jabs, Flung brings the spear around to knock Thunk's feet out from under him.
Flung glances at the flophouse for outward signs that Sees' ruse has been discovered. Observing that nothing is amiss, Flung shrugs his shoulders "Sure. But let's go back in the woods a bit, so that we don't create a spectacle of ourselves."
Flung finds a spot nearby where he can watch both the flophouse and the main road without easily being seen and watches and waits.
"Hah! That's a good one!" Flung replies to Sees-Death's demand. "You've got an interesting sense of humor. First you make googly-eyes at the frog and now you want one of my weapons?" Flung asks incredulously. "I don't think so! Maybe Smoog can whip up some sort of contraption for you." he mutters and turns to leave while shaking his head. Approaching Thunk, Flung sits down next to him, chewing on some juicy hell hound morsels. Offering a bite to Thunk he says "Can you believe the nerve of her? Asking me for one of my weapons?"
Hearing Smoog's recap, Flung recalls Groglauk, his battlemaster, discussing with the warclan's leaders his planns to get rid of the Dwarf barbarian before the attack on their home. Something about where the dwarf would be in the near future... They were planning an ambush... Now if I can only remember what they said...
#$@&^$#!
The others see Flung hitting himself in the head several times with his fist, shaking his head cursing under his breath to himself.
Hegh watches the frog men with growing disdain. He turns to Flung, Can we kill these frogs yet? "Why bother? They are beneath us" Flung replies with contempt, spitting on the ground. "I, for one, thirst for vengeance against those that slew the Great Gorlaug!" he exclaims vehemently. Addressing Sees-Death, who was looking at the Corruptor's Wastes "Do you know the way to get through here, unseen?"
Flung adroitly tucks into a ball, executes a roll and comes up in the ready position. "Hegh... if you and your Shieldbearer keep an eye out on the left flank, I will take the right. You others... be alert. We don't know what's out here!" Flung calls out to the other kobalds with him.
Flung sits in the alcove, inspecting his gear and grunts every so often in apparent approval during See's tale. He stares pointedly at the Grippli when it makes eye contact and curls his mouth in a slight snarl until the frog looks away.
Flung follows the others into the giant maw, spear clutched tightly in his claws.
Flung sneers at the Grippli which vainly tried to ensnare him with their feeble nets. He then catches sight of the grunge head (Grippli with the largest headdress) and remembers that Grippli grunges are very sensitive and protective of their heads (some weird kind of frog-honor is involved, Flung surmises). Hoping to distract the head and some of the others from his fellow kobalds, Flung begins to taunt the frogs: "Is that all you got, you pus-filled bag of dung! I've eaten frog legs that have more kick than your filthy grunge!" Flung yells. Then Flung really gets going. "If you were any self-respecting frog, you would meet me in the open for fair combat. Although, I don't suppose it would be fair for the likes of you" he sneers. "Are you frog enough? Or do we have to dispose of your puny tadpoles first?!"
Distraction: This sounds like using CHR (social prowess or charm), but I could see it also using INT (quick thinking or useful knowledge). If INT, need to subtract 1 from the value. On a 7-9, the distraction is mostly successful but the GM will tell you of a complication. Perhaps it only works briefly or an ally can't help but be distracted too. Anyone taking advantage of the distraction gets a +1 on their roll.
Flung tries to bring his shield up in time to block the thrown projectiles, but is much too slow and grimaces in pain as his hide is pierced by the pointy stars. Despite looking like a pincushion, Flung is still able to focus on the grunge* of Gripplis surrounding him and Thunk. Taking advantage of the distracted Grippli that is grabbing its hand in obvious pain from Thunk’s blow, Flung jabs it quickly in the chest with his spear. Flung pulls his spear back and drops back in his battle stance eyeing the Grippli grunge surrounding them. Flanking Maneuver:
Flung does 1d6 to opponent damaged by Thunk using Opportunity Strike.
Flung is impressed with Hegh's battle tactics with his shieldbearer. Realizing that it is a sound battle plan for being outnumbered, Flung sets up in a position to cover Thunk's back. "I've got you covered, big guy!" he says with spear and shield in the ready position to hold off the attacking Grippli, while giving Thunk enough room to move.
Fulcrum: I have set up position next to Thunk for him to be my fulcrum. I get +1 aid plus another +1 aid because of bond.
Experience:
Total experience: 5/8
Bond: I'd like to resolve "Flung has helped me in the past. I will follow him." Gorlaug has called on Hegh to serve Flung, and Hegh has pledged his sword. Hegh, sounds good. A bond I would like to have with you: I will lead Hegh into glory on the battlefield!
My second level move:
WIS is now +2 bonus.
Hegh approaches Flung and kneels, head bowed. Shieldbearer follows suit. "Gorlaug's Chosen One, our sword and shield are yours." Flung looks over his shoulder to see if Hegh is talking to someone else. When he realizes that Hegh is talking to him he replies "Oh... OK. Well, thanks. I guess. Maybe we should just relax for right now" he says with some embarrassment.
Flung feels like he has gone a few rounds with a randy troll - totally wrung out, but then also strangely invigorated and a little wiser; as if he had lived a full year in just the briefest of moments.
While trying to gather his wits, looking dazedly at the other kobalds around him, he notices something gleaming in the grime "Ooh!" he exclaims - "What's this?"
Flung grabs Smoog by the waist and tugs him (and Bolgir) away from the geyser of magic with all of his might.
"Son of an mangy owlbear!" Flung exclaims when he sees his spear caught in the skeleton’s ribcage. To make matters worse the damned thing was using his own spear to attack the fire dude! Trying to think of what to do next, Flung’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest when the huge vampire bat plops down next to him. He was about to stab it with one of his javelins when it transformed into the druid. "Gah! Don’t do that to me!" he swears at the corpulent druid. Then an idea came to him. Flung put his javelin back on his back strap and held his shield in front of him. “Follow my lead” he says to those next to him and then breaks out into a sprint, with shield held out in front of him and barrels into the group of skeletons attacking the immolator.
Distraction: I am using Distraction + DEX (acting fast or maneuvering quickly). Could also see it being + STR (brute strength) or CON (enduring bodily harm). I am happy to edit. If this works, others get +1 on rolls if they take advantage of distraction
Flung was initially impressed by the bolt of energy emitted by Smoog’s device, which led to confusion when the beam seemed to miss Bolgir and hit the geyser of magic. Flung started to get real concerned when the lightning bolt seemed to make the geyser even more unstable. Not being very comfortable around the unpredictable nature of magic at the best of times, this had him even more concerned. Since Thunk was recklessly spinning among the group of skeletons keeping them occupied and the other group of skeletons were not an immediate threat yet, Flung concurs with Smoog’s suggestion that a physical attack on the necromancer was in order. Flung hefts his spear on his shoulder and heaves it towards the necromancer. Then in a well-practiced maneuver he pulls a javelin from its strap on his back and gets in a defensive crouch and tells Smoog “Keep an eye out for skeletons on our flank!”
Flung grimaces as Thunk charges into the mass of skeletons, and grins at the amount of destruction the big lunk was inflicting on the skeletons. well, that's one way to do it he thinks to himself for just a moment, before realizing that the other skeletons' attention were focused on the rest of the party. Taking stock of the situation, Flung noticed that Smoog's attention was focused on some sort of device, rather than the advancing skeletons. Hoping that whatever that thing that Smoog was pointing towards the vile Bolgir would actually do something, Flung took position near Smoog with spear and shield ready to defend his friend.
Ha ha. I didn't really notice the 'second stick'. It is my impression that using an atlatl wouldn't work very well in a wooded area. But give Flung some open ground and I will let fly. FYI: "far" range should include being able to hit things within shouting distance.
Flung pauses for a moment at the strange light shining through the trees, but figures he should follow after Thunk as he charges onward. As Flung heads for the treeline, he belatedly realizes that See's is chanting something. Weird, he thinks to himself and realizes he is starting to feel rather energized. Ah... this must be the battle song the war masters spoke of! Trailing behind, Flung does his best to keep up with Thunk while also keeping an eye out for nasty surprises.
"Thunk, you big lunk! Watch out for that big chunk (of rock)! Flung exclaims and then winces as the brute bounces off the rocks with a maniacal grin on his face. "Try to keep up!" Flung yells over his shoulder as he sets out on somewhat oblique path following the barbarian, but managing to nimbly dodge the rocks and other debris from the rumbling mountain.
Flung extends his claw in the ritual show of comradeship shared by all kobalds and thanks Thunk for his compliment. Eyeing Thunk's massive club, Flung nods appreciatively - "Oh, that will do nicely. Heads are going to roll!" he adds while visions of battle glory dance through his head.
Flung was about to bolt out after the traitor following Sees-Death's plea to him, when Grick channeled the spirits. Knowing that these episodes can take awhile, Flung takes out his spear and begins polishing it. Listening to the others squabble, Flung grows exasperated, stands up and says "If you are done arguing, we should be leaving, before the traitor's trail gets too cold."
Listening to the plans to apprehend the traitorous Bolgir, Flung responds to the others: I, for one, would also like to 'thump' that backstabbing Bolgir, who doesn't deserve to be called one of the dragon -kin! Do any of you know which way he went? Flung then begins shifting his weight from foot to foot, antsy to be on the move.
Smoog and Pork: Bonds proposed work for me.
Flung was lost and without hope, considering ending it all by throwing himself in the nearby flowing lava, when he heard salvation! Upon hearing the call of the dragon horn, hope that there are other survivors of the massacre springs in his chest. He approaches the watchtower as the bard questions the big lunk.
Here are the bonds I have so far: Thunk and I keep an eye out for each other.
I've got two more: ________ can sense opportunity as well as I can.
Any takers? |
