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Garekk steps up to assist Torgat in dealing with the Greycloaks.
He shuffles his feet and carefully doesn't mention the fire that nearly killed them all..
I have GM'd this and seen it played before, and although the last fight can be a rough one, I haven't seen it take quite this rough of a turn! Like the others, still here and watching.. just unconscious. I knew I was going down, but was hoping that my charge to the top would have landed at least a blow or two before I fell!
Garekk cries out as the ax sinks deep into his ribs. In a desperate attempt to knock this foe down, he lets his inner demons out to play, seemingly growing larger and stronger.. not that it will do him good in the long run, but perhaps he can bring this woman down with him. With one last murderous roar, he brings his greatsword around once more, before falling over to his side and passing out.
Garekk laboriously makes it to the top, just to barely dodge the womans ax as it swings at him. He curses as he draws his own great sword.
Unfortunately, his own reply matches hers!
"AHG!" Garekk cries out as the arrow sinks home. Without breaking stride, he reaches up and breaks the shaft of the arrow off and keeps moving towards the woman. As he moves, he unlimbers his bow and tries to fire off an arrow at the woman. Cursing in disappointment as the arrow flies wide, he steps sideways into the tent beside him, looking for some cover.
Garekk stumbles along behind the group trying to rub the soot and debris from his eyes. Coughing, he offers up his own wand to help with getting everyone on their feet. [ooc]Just let me know how many charges to deduct; spread them around so no one person is taking all the weight there. Or if there is a charge I will gladly chip in my part of it.[ooc] Once everyone is back on their feet and trying to knock off the burn marks from their clothing and singed hair, Garekk surveys their situation. "Well, what do we do now? It doesn't look like we managed to save that lockbox.. even though we did get the keg back. Good work there!"
Garekk wipes the sweaty and snotty soot from his face and blinks blearily around as cool fresh air washes over him. Carefully he sets his companions down, and pulls a flask from his belt. A strong whiff of peppermint fills the air as he breaks the seal and takes his time pouring it down Darvins throat at the behest of the rest of the group.
Garekk briefly comes to and makes for the door. Struggling and calling out, he chokes on the smoke and super heated air. Its rough going.. tears streaming down his face he fails to see a crate sticking out before he trips over it once more.. falling to the ground where the smoke overcomes him once again..
Garekk continues to run into the building, even as Meiomi's screams reach up to him from through the smoke. He is very concerned, but will check on her on the way out of the building. Darvin's calls bring him around the corner of a stack of crates where the keg sits.
Garekk moves around, helping to move the carts and block off the two barred doors before standing near the broken door. He looks at it closely before saying "I think that I should be able to get this open. When you are all ready, let me know and I will give it a try!!" When the group is ready!: As the others finish their preparations, he grabs hold of the door and sets his shoulders into it.
Unfortunately, his fingers slip of the rail and his boot slides out from under him as he tries to brace himself. He resets his fingers and feet, and gives it another go. He looks at the group apologetically as he steps back, shaking his head.
As the rest of the team is combing through the alley, Garekk rushes up, huffing and out of breath. He casts a deeply apologetic look to his companions, before explaining himself. "When I couldn't make it through the window, I tried to go around the wall and got caught by the guards! Those chelaxians took me captive and questioned me as a spy, and it took Grand Master Torch sending in a "special operative" to get me out through a hidden tunnel under their compound. It took a while, but he briefed me and told me that he sent you on this escort to try and draw out the thieves. I hurried as fast as I could, and only just now caught up with you!" All of this comes out between panting breaths.. it is clear that the half orc must have run just about the length of the city trying to catch up to you.
He immediately begins casting around the alley where the fight took place, looking for any evidence of the fleeing thieves. Once he gets his bearings, he sets off, hoping to redeem himself in the eyes of his friends.
Ok guys, shit hit the fan in a real way, and I completely ditched you for much longer than what I intended to. For this I really apologize. I still have a few things percolating, but the majority of things are if not resolved then at least on a back burner for right now. I am still going through a few transitions, but I hope that the majority of the insanity is past. I will be striving my utmost to get back to my daily post rates. GM Silbeg: I understand that I have been absent for quite some time as far as the game is concerned. If you feel it necessary to dock me or even drop me from the scenario, I completely understand. Please just let me know how you wish to proceed with this. I will refrain from posting until I hear back from you.
Garekk follows Meiomi over and pulls a rope and grapple from his pack. After knotting the rope, he quickly hurls it up to the roof and sets the line.
Turning to the elf, he gestures to the rope and says. "I have knotted it for you, so it should be easier. Reach with your arms, then bring your feet up to the next knot before standing. Keep the rope between your thighs. It takes some getting used to, but once you get the hang of it, the climb is not hard."
I apologize for my lack of posting or slowdown of late. These last two weeks have seen a great many things come up professionally, medically, and now legally. I will catch up and post as best as I can, but while dealing with health issues with the wife, I am also going through a professional transition from a job that I held for over 5 years and back into the medical field, as well as dealing with the legal system after a teacher at my son’s school not only battered him in the classroom multiple times but dragged him through the hallway by his neck. This might be considered a bit of oversharing by some, but I wanted you all to understand and I felt “Life is getting rough” was a bit too vague.
As the rest turn away, Garekk too pulls a handful of coin from his beltpouch. "I believe that may come in handy as well!" he says with a smile, counting out 50 gold. "Thank you for your assistance, and may the gods smile upon you, little one.." He tucks the potion into his belt and follows the rest of the team out the door and back into the city.
Garekk gets even more nervous as the wonderfully talkative halfling suddenly goes morose. He looks down on her kindly, and tries to assuage some of her guilt.
This time, Garekk stands towards the back of the group, restlessly pawing at the ground with the toe of his boot and watching the shelves from the corner of his eye. Being surrounded by so many valuable and most likely fragile items makes the large man nervous! He does his best to stay in the middle of the isle to prevent any accidents!
Garekk's green tinged orc skin turns a weird shade, and it takes a moment before you are able to discern that the hulking mixed breed is actually blushing. He moves closer to Meiomi to lurk over her shoulder as she begins to work out the alphabet as they walk. Looking up from his tutor during a pause in the instruction, he looks to the rest of the group. "Where to now? There is Rialla and the Friar left that we need to find.. and what do we do with these bodies? Should we call the Greycloaks??"
GM:
I had to go back to my character sheet and put all the numbers together before I found out that it seems when I was transcribing my character sheet, I messed up/mixed up some numbers. I will get this fixed ASAP, and I will try to do better on both accounts in the future! Basically it was an undeclared power attack with the wrong numbers in my sheet so neither of us knew what was supposed to be where..
Corrected numbers: Reg: +5/2d6+3 Rage: +7/2d6+5 Pwr Attk: +4/2d6+6 R+PA: +6/2d6+8 The extra +1 with the power attack comes from the two handed weapon. The remaining thugs fear filled and quavering voice snaps Garekk out of his trance, and he sags against the wall, nearly dropping his sword. Fatigued, he manages to wipe the blade clean as he calls out to the man's back "Seems YOU"RE the one warned, buddy! Come back and fight!!"
Garekk gives a hearty laugh as he sees the dog try and attack but end up sprawled in the grease. His smile doesn't fade as the first arrow leaves a streak of blood across his arm, but he does point his sword at the man and say "Poison? The cowards way! You fear to fight like a man, may you die as a bug beneath my heel!" His eyes take on a gleam of anger as his muscles swell with rage, buoyed by Darvens song!
As Torgat approaches, Garekk shakes his head. "Not very long.. less than a year to be sure, but I have completed a few missions for the Society. Most of that work was here in Absalom though, so I know how you fee. It is a good place, and there is very much to learn here!" The banter is interrupted however, with the thugs stepping out of the alley. Before Garekk can even try to talk his way out of the fight, the enemy is upon him. Drawing his greatsword from over his shoulder, the half orc stands to his full height and rushes forward to block the alley and to protect his companions. His sword waves and dances, daring any to get within reach.
Readied action for anyone that gets within reach.:
Garekk pulls back, dismayed by the shop keepers negative and forceful reaction.
With this, he steps back and allows the more silver tongued compatriots to try and salvage his ham handed screw up.
Garekk hulks in the opening of the stall, staying silent as the transaction moves through its paces. As the teapot is being wrapped and stowed, he finally steps fully into the shop and looks to his companions before continuing. He lowers his voice conspiratorially, then says "We are actually Pathfinders, and we are looking into some thefts. Now, I am not saying that you had anything at all to do with them.. not in the least! But perhaps you could point us in the direction of where ever you got that Shard of Iomedae's spear??"
Unfortunately, the hulkingg half orc doesn't come off as the most friendly sort and he seems to have accidentally put the store keep off..
I have GM'd this.. but it was probably around 4 years ago and I haven't touched it since. I will get the slides filled out asap.
Last to arrive is a young half orc, whose first wounds are barely healing, his barely broken in armor still smarting from its first few scratches. He steps into the room hesitantly, eyes wide as he looks around at the diverse team he is to accompany this time. As every eye in the room turns to him questioningly, he stammers a few times before taking a deep breath and visibly drawing himself together. "I am Garekk, and I am from the far northern reaches. I haven't seen much action.. in fact the only missions I have been on have been here in Absalom. I was sent out from my people on a Life Quest.. and thought that the Pathfinders would be a good start in finding the knowledge I was sent to find." They young mans voice begins to give out as he quickly runs out of things to say, and he starts to fidget in place.
Due to some games I have GM'd since signing up, I had to 1) Switch out from my original character and 2) No longer have a lvl 1-2 that's ready to play. If this character doesn't fit, or you object, I can withdraw and give my spot to someone in tier with no hard feelings! I do have to update my online profile and will have that done ASAP. Player Name: Patrick
Garekk understands the mans position, but hardens his heart against the mans plea to the companions. He shakes his head sadly as Colson leaves before turning to Kelumur. "I am sorry my friend, that we could not aid you and your Major. This is, I believe, the best route for us." Turning to J and to Grishan, he replies "You will find within yourselves how to manage your new information. Take it slowly, and do not act rashly. Ponder your emotions and why you feel the way you do. By understanding yourself.. you may be able to learn to understand the world around you.." his voice trails off, and Garekks eyes are focused on something far away that only he can see.. a flash of pain momentarily appears on his stern countenance before disappearing just as quickly. When the Pathfinders return to the Lodge and J declares her intent, Garekks face lights up with true happiness for the young girl. He claps her on the back, and joyously announces "By the gods, that's a good choice for you. I will sponsor you."
Garekk does not yet have a day job. I would love to continue to play with this group.. Unfortunately I am stretched really thin right now and will be GM'ing for the special starting next week. I don't want yall to have to wait until that's over.. but if you need an extra, don't hesitate to give me a yell. I like the group and I like the GM.. I have had a great time with yall. I think we meshed pretty well overall!!
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