I think in the next few weeks when and if we know what is happening better with the campaign and OTM then its good to know we have some flexibility to re-invigorate and re-balance the party. Oh, and I like Vhillish - especially in Fairhill when he showed his true colours taking on Lannet as a sergeant major would. Cheers
The deep gnome digs around the piles to find something a little more his size. Then he spots a white serpent scaled belt with an ebony clasp. It fits around his waist almost of its own volition and the snug fit suits Jerrid. Underneath it is a hair-comb with black and white tines, and the rogue puts that in his pocket for later. It tingles with ever-changing hues of magical energy and that is attractive. Nearby is a well crafted backpack of dark grey leather, and inside he finds a small box containing a beautiful set of cards in shiny edged golds and silvers. The cards are fine fortune-teller's cards and fit securely into the pack.
He looks around to admire the lovely suit of armour that Sam slips into and nods his approval.
Jerrid sways and winks at Vhillish seductively....or is he just drunk..or dazed. His eyes close briefly as he moves in time to some hidden music.
Jerrid sweeps the room carefully, following Sam as he leads the search.
"Let the experts work. You make weather, I thieve."
The deep gnome yawns and follows Damien with a nod. "Too many books spoil the trapsmith."
Good to have a breather. I'm away for a gaming weekend tomorrow followed by watching the Superbowl thru the night despite what happened to my beloved Packers. Should re-surface some time on Monday. Will try to post as and when, but feel free to make some knowledge rolls if you need to. Cheers
Jerrid rasps a thanks to the drow and accepts the attentions of Leoven with a grimace and a nod. His dulled red eyes start to recover as he watches everyone go through the motions of letting the tension bleed away. "I'll be downstairs." With that the gnome trudges down the stairs. Bloody heroic Hammerhead, punjab stick up an orc! Can this day get any worse? Right books, books, books.
Round 9
Jerrid keels over accepting the embrace of darkness. Lying in the corridor, blood pours from his ear and down his gray skin.
Round 7 Jerrid slinks after the surface gnome with his sickle swinging back and forth and then carries on. His lips are drawn back like a krenshar on heat.
Should be able to pick up the little fellas reins tomorrow. I'm fragged, passed but currently have the acuity of a spoon. "Why a spoon, cousin?"
Round Three Jerrid continues up as best he can with little gnome legs.
Yeah I read that bit. Its the pointing that concerns me. My take is that Vhillish points at who he wants the message to go to. The message goes to that subject ignoring barriers. Woolly isn't it? My gut feeling is that what we are doing may be better than a zero level cantrip. More like a radio.
Mojo sighs and goes back to look at one of the gems with Lomyldyr. "You scratchin' your nog? It be 'bout color, if'n light goes through or bubbles, 'ow heavy it be an' las' but not so small it be bout der gems bin cut good. See!" The goblin shrugs at the gems and hands his back. Then taps the elf on the arm, "jess 'member color, clarity, carrot an' cut." He picks at his teeth as he walks over to Aggy with his bloody nose. "I gotten smacked two times by dem statues. Cun you be 'eelin' meself, Master Aggy. Please."
Leaving the books for now, Jerrid moves over to the imp's body. As Vhillish gives his report, the deep gnome carefully cuts off the imp's tail and bags it. He is working as fast as he can before the next plan is put in place. There is so much good stuff here and worth a fortune. But these books end up with a dusty body and service to a Demon. Maybe not so good but think of the power. Maybe just a spellbook and forget the demonic stuff?.
The deep gnome hisses at the dangerous situation and leafs through his meagre spells to see what may help. "It will strike Sam!" Jerrid's claw points straight at the invisible beast. Then he casts his svirfneblin innate ability at the magic resistant imp
But the creature resists! So Jerrid moves over towards Sam to point closer. "Here!"
"Thanks Gethrame," sneers the gnome with that nasty twinkle in his eyes. "You are so much better than someone I know called Hammerhead. Ha! Find the mouse."
Round Four
Mojo dodges away from the gargoyles around him to gain a flank with Myrick again. The goblin then slashes at the stone tendons of another. , Dunno where they were last time? Musta forget dem. Mebbe came diffrent way ear.
Round Three
"Those sigils stop ghosts through the doors. Bodiless undead." Then Jerrid quickly scratches away at the door, writing Knotty's name. But now the party is split he tries to conserve his luck. The sickle makes a dry scratching noise almost a pig's squeal as the gnome finishes.
He spends a move action examining the door to see how it can be opened from the inside.
Round Three
"Look - there goes that mouse!" points Jerrid towards the creature jinking through to the wizard's laboratory. Before the doors close Jerrid slips inside to replace Vhillish and sets to work writing names quickly. He calls on his innate ability to view the future and hopes his luck holds.
Kevezyat, Knotty, Damien, Samduc, Leoven, Vhillish, Janna.
Should be able to transfer my rough notes to the profile tonight interspersed with watching my beloved Green Bay Packers. Cheers
P.S. Maybe another time Black Dow, see you around.
I have moved to from an island where everyone plays Pathfinder to a county where 5E rules, go figure. So I'll try to come up with something interesting but may need some help with the rules along the way. You do have alot of entries for this DM Monty Haul! Cheers
EDIT: scranford, filios and Black Dow! My chances have just gone down methinks nevertheless I'll give it a go this weekend.
Family and friends make a massive difference. The support they give can be hard to accept or ask for, or so I found this year. But its very necessary when there is a loss like this. We are in your corner because you have run a fine game for some experienced gamers and we know talent when we are attacked and poisoned by it. Cheers
I'm a hobbit - I like small windows!
I agree. I'll never forget the look on my party's faces when a dragon up'ed and flew off on 1 hp. One more point of damage and it would have been dead. This goes some of the way to redressing that. Looking forward to seeing how that plays out no matter who gets into the game. Cheers
Great - thanks Ivey/DavianGrallus that's just what I wanted. Wow - its brutal isn't it? I'm glad I took some extra healing now. Cheers
RAW says Moving Through a Square
Friend: You can move through a square occupied by a friendly character, unless you are charging. When you move through a square occupied by a friendly character, that character doesn't provide you with cover. Cheers
Round 2 Quick as a flash, Jerrid slices back across the orc at his feet, hoping to end its life before it can get that spear going. He grunts as the thick neck sinews bunch against the harvester. It has a name! It is Harvester! ,
Yeah - good to have someone keeping an eye on us. Thanks Damien. Cheers
Jerrid grips his lips together and steps back to Vhillish with a faint nod of acceptance that two soldiers understand his paranoia. He grins to himself again that the matter may be in hand. "Don't leave me with the cook. I don't .... trust.... my mind on her," he grits out.
When Jerrid climbs up he reaches out to Damien and drags him close. "Listen - who has an imp? Who can use magic to change his looks? Who is Barelli!" he hisses with a little spittle so angry. So angry he cannot say what he wants to.
You'll be fine .... cough
Jerrid murmurs very quietly to Damien when he has finished and before they continue on, Damien/DM
Spoiler:
"I struck the mouse upstairs and its the imp. My magic sickle bounced off of it. And-.......and nothing." Then he folds his arms and shuts his mouth tight, angry at himself but not sure why.
..and that's why Leo will be back.
I'm in. |
