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Unfortunately, the slow pace has made it so that I've lost interest in the game - it feels like it's been inching along for some time. Rather than play half-heartedly, I'd prefer to give up my spot at the table for another, more enthusiastic player. Thank you for your energies and time, and best of luck, everyone!
Go for it!
Glim puffs on his pipe during the proceedings, allowing the others to do the talking. When Teppen speaks his piece, the svifneblin doesn't seem surprised. "Aye, well, once you've begun napping a rock, best see it through to its final form. I've no ken of worthy an invasion is in the offing, but it'd best to investigate, regardless." Another puff and he nods to his erstwhile companions. "I'd be honored to set forth once more with this crew. Doughty companions, and resourceful. When they are ready to go, so shall I be."
Hey guys, I'm traveling this week, so while I'll try to keep up with posting, please bot me if needed.
Glim, walking at the rear of the group and puffing on his pipe, stops for no reason he can quite discern. Then, frowning, he turns to look behind them, and catches sight of a magnificent white stag flitting away between the trees. "Hmmph," he grunts, and resumes walking. Five minutes later he looks back and sees the stag once more. Taking the pipe from between his liver-colored lips, he holds up a hand to the others, beckoning for them to attend him. "Hoi there, lads and lasses. We're being tracked by some manner of marvel. Feast your eyes on that antlered beauty."
Glim stops before Rohkar, his expression grave. "I understand your fear. But while I don't always put the law before what is right, I do believe that in moments like these it is best to turn to the law, and allow it to pass judgement on you through the process of a fair trial. Letting you go free or killing you ourselves is not our decision to make; we must turn to the institutions upon which civilization is built, and have faith that they will serve the greater good." He puffs on his pipe. "These words may provide you with no solace. If that is the case, then no doubt it is because you are aware of the crimes you committed, and can anticipate being punished for them. Which means your own conscience is telling you what is right and what is wrong. I promise you this, however: I shall make a full and honest report of everything that took place here, including how you were helpful and informative once captured. That may, to some degree, mitigate your punishment." Another puff. Another cloud of cottony smoke. "Think on this, boy: one's actions should be dictated by the categorical imperative to do only that which you would wish all others to do in the same situation. Should all good people set free prisoners only because the prisoner wishes it? No. You must undergo a fair trial, just as any other prisoner, captured after a battle and such activities as you undertook, would have to face." Glim taps the ashes out of his pipe on his heel, then stows away his pipe. "And if that doesn't console you, then consider this: were we the type to take justice into our own hands, I'd vote to have you killed behind the house, your body left to freeze and feed the beasts of the wood. But, believing in the rule of law - mostly - I am instead compelled to escort you back, safe and sound. Hmm?" A meaningful glance at the necromancer, and then Glim shoulders his pack and turns to the front door.
"Aye, agreed. It'll be a burden on the authorities back home, and I warrant I can guess what they'll decide to do with it, but if anything hearing its testimony and learning first-hand of the threat that faces us will strengthen their resolve to do what's right." Glim rubs at his bare chin. "Whatever that might actually be. But yes. Back to town, with the necromancer and fae. Justice awaits them."
"And why come this far south to claim this land? Hmm. Seems too twisty a tunnel to warrant striking out for this particular cavern."
"Hmm," says Glim, rubbing his chin as he glances at his friends to judge their reactions.
Glim edges in beside her, peering curiously at the flickering point of light.
"What language does the sprite speak? Can you communicate with it?" Glim rubs at his bare chin, then glances at the others and nods upstairs before heading toward the stairs to investigate further.
No words, but Glim hands Sigrun a mug of freshly brewed black tea, hot and steaming, as he passes her by.
Glim's voice turns gruff. "A fey held captive upstairs? What's this? What manner of fey, boy? How is it imprisoned? Why did you imprison it?"
Glim rises from his pallet with a groan that is quickly supplanted by a sigh of relief as Garran washes away his wounds. With a stretch, the limber deep gnome gathers his belongings, fussing over his pouches, formulas, and ingredients for a few moments before turning to the others with a smile. "Could have sworn by the smothering dark that was the end of me! That skeleton came rushing with its blade, and I thought: Well Glim, I am guessing you shall not be winning another Koi Contest! Yet here I am being. My thanks to you, my friends." And he bows low. Turning his attention to Lady Alice, he bows yet again, a quick bob from the waist. "Glim Murnig at your service, my lady. My old heart is quenched with joy at your salvation. We have journeyed through peril and adventure, and have won through! Ah, it's enough to make one smile despite the cold. We must now be taking you back to the human village for safer keeping." He considers Rohkar. "And this one? A grausch, no? Where I am from, one who betrays the roost is put to death. But the surface is a kinder place. Are we wishing to be marching him back with us for human court justice?"
Huzzah, back in the game! How much do we heal each night? I was at -1, so this should put me at...?
Fine with me!
That was nine months ago now - slipped my mind, but thanks for the reminder.
Not sure what that is - can someone provide a link?
Level 2: +5 HP
+1 Background Skills (2) (Know. Nature/Dungeoneering)
Glim, lying half on the porch, half in the snow, does nothing.
If they're throwing level 3 or 4 bosses at us after a string of mini-encounters without downtime, then, yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Well, with a little luck we've dropped the bandit leader and can now mop up the half orc. Then again, if we've not dropped the leader, odds are they'll drop Garran, making it two on two...
Set the house on fire, and then ambush folks as they stood around discussing :P
I'm loving it ;)
Btw, I'm sitting on the edge of my seat here waiting to see if this is going to be a TPK.
Happened to me before, no worries.
Does Horn get an AoO on the skeleton as it moves past him to attack Glim?
Glim, unnerved by the skeleton's horrific appearance, changes his mind; rather than try for a difficult shot through the window, he simply steps back onto the snow as he lobs his bomb underhand at the first skeleton to emerge through the door.
Glim fades back against the wall beside the front door, easing a bomb into his palm. Then, looking to the others, he holds up two fingers, then mimics walking, indicating that they're coming out the door. That done, he fades even further back, to another window that will give him a line of sight on the half orc, drinking a formula as he goes.
Glim pats Sigrun's knee, wiping off as he does so the mixture of bloody slushy snow that's caught in her armor. "I have found that being of small size has its advantageous, my dear Sigrun. Do not feel despondent. Fate has not been kind to you thus far. But when she turns her fickle favor upon you at last, I shudder for your foes." Drawing himself up, tugging at his deep delving costume, he scowls at the home. "I shall take a look within the windows and see if anything else awaits us."
Glim moves to join his companions, fingers tapping restlessly at the empty loops where bombs but moments ago hung. "A doughty fight, my friends. Well done. Bravery is not lacking in this group. Perhaps we might find healing potions within the house. A group this size would have collected a few items of such worth." He eyes Sigrun's wounds, his lips pursing into a thin line. "Then again, caution begets longevity. Those fae may return at a moment's notice. I bow to Garran's wisdom." That said, he links his hands behind his back and turns to consider the house once more, eyeing its doors and windows, trying to detect any lingering sign of movement.
Hey everyone, thanks so much for your patience (and Linge for so thoughtfully reaching out!) I should be able to jump back in now and resume normal play. Will post tomorrow!
"Yes, I am in agreement, perhaps this blizzard will abate, aiding us in our efforts," says Glim once he picks himself up off the snow. "Do not grow disheartened, friends. Recall with what efficiency we dispatched the zombies. This was but a minor setback. The road is long, and we cannot grow despondent at the very first sign of difficulty." That said, he heats a small pot of tea over a candle flame, so that he's able to offer around thimblefuls of silty, rich mushroom tea to anyone who wishes to quaff it down. "Salutary," he says. "Made from samples of amicus boletus that I collected while en route to the surface world. Good for your joints and with a pleasantly energizing fervor."
It's all good - that's what makes adventure paths challenging - they're not tailored to our strengths, and we have to be ingenious in how we respond to difficult fights like this. Soon as Glim gets back up, he's going to hurl a bomb - or encourage a retreat!
Glim moans and twists in the snow as if caught in the icy grips of a nightmare.
Glim lies dazed upon the snow.
Hey everyone, I'm moving to a different state at the end of the month and the next two or three weeks are going to be pretty hectic. I'm going to do the best I can to post frequently, but please move the game ahead and bot me if I'm holding anything up. Once the dust settles I fully intend to return to regular posting. Thanks!
Maybe. I've only the one bomb left, and it doesn't do much damage.
Glim heaves a bomb aloft!
Going to try a bomb!
Discarding the vial, Glim now draws forth another and quaffs it as well.
Glim hisses beneath his breath as the fae take to the air, wings scintillating like flecks of mica. He bounces a bomb in his palm, but then relents; with the swirling snow, the odds of his hitting are vanishingly small. The battle with the tatzel taught him caution, so he takes out a vial of tips its glittering gold contents into this gullet.
Glim struggles to not become morose. "Hunting while blinded seems a futile affair. But what else can we do but press on?" Hunching his shoulders, he does just that.
Glim follows behind Linge, hugging himself tightly and trying to rouse his curiosity. It's too tempting to just dismiss the trinkets and totems and stagger on, but with effort he forces himself to pay attention.
"Hard to say," he mutters, chin buried deep in his cloak. "Primitive, to be sure. Magical? Don't know."
"Aye," says Glim, the effects of the mutagen wearing off so that he seems less than he was, reduced in some subtle way. He hunches his shoulders and blows forth a plume of icy air. "Might as well be about our business."
I hope it is now!
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