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I like Gilmork's part Niles, granted though I've not given you much to work with in the first place :) If Jaxom would not have been given his greatest wish, Gilmork would support and help him as he feels connected with the sorcerer. Together with Jaxom, Gilmork would work towards working to close the seal if possible and keep good relations with Michael and Lucanor to ward off any more incursions by undead, dark fey or rampaging werewolves.
Gilmork will head into the woods again, together with Jaxom he'll visit the fey and relay the defeat of Drazmorg at this point. Though Gilmork has not been truly accepted by the fey yet, he hopes this might come to pass later in time. For now he'll stay vigilant for intrusion of dark fey and undead into the forest and keep Elene company at the Cold Marrow. If anything blooms between the two, he'll be the luckiest elf alive. From time to time, wounded lumberjacks, lost travelers and wayward children from Falcon's Hollow find themselves guided home by the masked stranger from the woods. It's a place he can finally call home, with friends and allies nearby that accept him for who he is.
Gilmork leans heavily on his bow and sighs deeply.
After a while he moves over to Jaxom and pats him on the shoulder. "You did very well Jaxom. I don't believe we could have done this without you. Today a great evil has been vanquished from this region and the world. Bards of both men and fey will sing and tell about this day, though Silas should have the honours of doing so first." Gilmork waits for Hecktor and Silas to come down from their flying positions before walking up to them. "You've endured the most of this ordeal of all of us, let me try to alleviate some of your pain."
Gilmork sees Jaxom sprint towards the other side of the room and moves to that area as well, once there he sees the flying lich again and raises his bow in defiance of the evil power. "Your reign of terror ends here! Your pet died once more and so will you!"
Gilmork can't see the newly appeared Drazmorg behind the Ziggurat and continues his aim at the undead dragon.
Gilmork's jaw drops a few inches as he sees the undead abomination of something so mighty and magnificent. It takes him a few moments to snap out of it and come to, raising his bow at the flying new menace and firing of three normal arrows at the thing.
Gilmork steps 5 feet south-west and fires another four blunt arrows at the flying lich.
Gilmork 5-foot steps and grabs some blunt arrows from his quiver.
Gilmork steps 5 feet to the west then fires at the Bloody Bones that are in the way of Hecktor and Drazmorg, hoping to open up a path between the lich and his scythe-wielding doom.
Gilmork moves into the room and casts a new spell.
Gilmork attempts to cast Barkskin on everyone.
After that, Gilmork casts two spells on himself.
"I'd go for the harder ordeal as well, if it proves too hard for us, we can always double back and do the easier one. I'd assume the easiest way might also be the more dangerous or trapped one."
I'm away for a sudden trip to the zoo today, I'll post something bigger tonight.
Gilmork looks at the magically floating stones and hums a soft tune to himself. "I've heard stories about puzzles like this. On the one hand I'd agree with Jaxom, no point in taking a longer road. Though in most cases it seemed taking the harder round was the way to go." "I've heard about one trap that seemed like an endless corridor, the only way to reach the end was by walking backwards."
"I had hoped to see Sharvaros live to see his son grow. Sadly that hope was gone the moment we heard Savram's tale. May he finally find peace together with his wife."
Yeah it was, no connection last night whatsoever.
Gilmork attempts to cast a spell to imbue his struggling allies with a blessing.
Gilmork nods to the others and whispers.
"I'll see what's what, hopefully I won't be noticed."
"It's not something you should worry about as much Lucanor. You serve Iomedae well enough, I'd like to think we make our divine patrons proud." Gilmork says before looking at the room further.
"Let's head to that refuge, hopefully we can get some sleep."
Gilmork nears Hecktor before he swings and casts a spell defensively.
Gilmork smiles as Silas offers him the arrows.
With that he walks up to Hecktor and lays a hand on his shoulder.
Gilmork sneaks back and comes back to the others to report.
The elf says whispering.
Gilmork fires a volley of four arrows at the last Mohrg in sight, the one that is thrashing at Hecktor. "Down abomination! That canned meat is not for you!"
Gilmork aims for the southern one of the three and fires an arrow.
Gilmork moves forward and fires a single arrow at the one stuck in Jaxom's spell.
Gilmork moves up past Silas and fires his bow once at green.
Gilmork also lays a hand on Hecktor and channels positive energy through it.
"This would get you into shape faster. Now let's go and hurry before our surprise is over."
"I'm not so sure about that Hecktor, they've bit me quite hard as well." Gilmork says as he inspects his wounds for any infections.
Gilmork throws another vial of holy water inside the swarm as it crawls and bites all over him.
"Hecktor! Hold on!"
Gilmork blasts the swarm with a spell he has used before in this dungeon and a searing ray of light emerges from the centre of the zombie swarm.
Gilmrok shakes his head at Hecktor's reluctance to enter the fray and hold ground, but he can sympathise with the man. After all, Gilmork wouldn't want to do the same thing either. As Silas and Hecktor throw their vials, Gilmork attempts to chuck one into the swarm as well, from a safer distance then the two of them though.
Gilmork heads back to the others in the same manner as he got there in the first place. "We've got problems in the next room. And lots of them. You could call it a 'swarm' of zombies and a few ghasts to top it off."
"Guess so. Shall I scout ahead of us?"
"Do traps usually not have runes inscribed on the place to make them go off? I'd think it's a spell to be sundered in that case." Gilmork replies to Jaxom.
Gilmork lays a hand on Silas and Hecktor simultaneously.
Gilmork takes a 5-foot step north-west and fires another volley at the Spectre.
Gilmork closes the dostance between the spectre and himself by taking a 5 foot diagonal step and fires a volley of three arrows at it.
"Indeed, perhaps if the man isn't evil we could attempt to free him by shattering the crystal itself. Before that room tough, there was a room with a rather deep pool. I wouldn't be surprised if something lurks down there, but I haven't seen anything yet. I'll go take a look to the south now, see what's what." Gilmork explores the southern way this time, staying on his guard and taking a look as to what dangers lurk around.
Gilmork notices the deeper pool and continues one room further west before heading back to the others.
"This gas is absolutely not good for your health. I wonder where the wizard, alchemist or witch is that was brewing this foul concoction." The tall elf rubs himself on the face and feels it's quite itching and lumpy due to the toxic gas. "If we need to get rid of these effects I'd welcome it myself. I'll go ahead and scout afterwards though."
Gilmork heads on down slightly and wiats before Silas finishes his sweep. He points down to indicate he will go down first and takes a stealthy approach to see what lingers downstairs.
Gilmork takes another 5-foot step north-east and fires three arrows again.
Gilmork fires in a reflex at the creature, not knowing what it exactly is as he spots it.
" agreed, we all should stay vigilant now, no telling what this room hides. I'd think using the scroll of death Ward now would be excellent Silas. Then I'll go sneak a peek into that room."
"Thanks for the healing Silas... Ooh right, next time I should try to heal us it seems." Gilmork explores the room as well and looks at the statue/altar at the back of the room.
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