OK. Work is kicking my a$$ right now with a thousand 'priority' tasks that I can't entirely foist off on delegate to my employees. I doubt I'll be able to post until maybe the middle of next week. Bot as necessary.
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I'm not going to be online much in the next couple of days, feel free to bot as necessary.
<<We failed to stop the seal from being broken, and something is coming through. Let's not waste time and resources on the little fish and focus on stopping the world from ending, yes?>> Gorkhan transmits to the others moving towards the direction the man came.
As the group approaches their goal and the warning is given, Gorkhan begins to concentrate, activating his psionic powers as well as the abilities of his mask. Today, it was do or die. Succeed and he could return to the relative obscurity of a bard working his talents, fail and he wouldn't be around to witness the destruction of their world.
Gorkhan's eyes widen at the bounty of green surrounding them, although he does seem to have an uncomfortable demeanor, as if he disliked being among things that were so alien to him.
it'd actually be more cost effective to swap the +3 bracers and the +1 ring for a set of +2 bracers and +2 ring (16k total as opposed to 20k), still the same total of +4 AC If that's actually an option here, then Gorkhan can just buy those two items with his spare cash, although in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter much.
I could go for that Bracers of Natural Armor +3 over the +4 potion.
Flanker (Ex) Acrobatics +1
I'm for going to the opposite side of the world for a beer to toast the end of all things.
Just contemplating my level up. So many classes means so many choices.
Gorkhan darts out to strike at the undead champion before returning behind the rock. He gives a small nod and smile at the girl beside him.
Gorkhan darts out to attack the undead champion, striking while opposite Raun before darting back into cover.
Gorkhan moves forward, darting in to strike at the undead champion and then darting away behind the larger rocks.
Grokhan draws on the power of his stalker's mask that grants an ability to see the unseeable before continuing.
Sorry forgot to mention I'm on a course for the bulk of the week, meaning effectively offline. Bot as necessary.
"No... he says... we don't want to destroy artefacts of antiquity... he says... all that knowledge must be kept... he says...," Gorkhan mutters as he loses the tracks in the sand. "How do you like them apples now? Oh wait... the dead doesn't need to worry about the end of the world... Thanks guy...," <<They may not have teleported away,>> Gorkhan transmits, back to business. <<I saw some tracks headed towards the bay, but the sand's obscured them...>> The bard then blends into the sand moving in the direction their enemy may have gone, in hopes of spotting something or someone. <<Perhaps your new friend in your sphere can offer some assistance...>> he continues dryly, referring to their undead (temporary) captive.
Yeah, long weekend. It also takes me time to deal with other things after the weekend before I can focus on gaming.
Gorkhan tries to keep up with those attempting to flee with their powerful components.
Gorkhan stumbles northwards, slowly, his shattered bones having taken a lot out of him.
Gorkhan floats down to the floor beside the Apprentice. Given the nature of her and her companions, and the fact that he was almost too tired to move, the bard decided to make sure she wouldn't be returning, swinging his blade down on her.
The pain from his bones splintered in his body slows Gorkhan down, weakining his grip on his blade. Still, the bard pulls himself together and, thanks to Daina's earlier haste spell, can still keep mobing, although to a lesser extent. Concentrating his will into his blade to better be able to strike through his weakness, Gorkhan moves towards the apprentice and attacks, using his training to strike her vitals. As the blade sinks in, he activates the punisher's ring to give his strike more force.
Gorkhan glances down at his blade and over at the guardian's blade. "Errant blades, eh? Good to know. We may want to have a contingency where, if one of us falls, someone retrieves our blade to keep it out of the wrong hands." He glances around at others making preparations before continuing. "I don't suppose you have some kind of early warning system that tells you if someone has entered the premeses? Or perhaps someone has a way to keep track of our nemesis? It's not really feasible to remain in position for days..."
<<You went in, there was a bit of a flash, and you were back out. What happened in there? If the Codex in there and that thing guarding it... well I suppose that's a good thing...>> Gorkhan takes position in the recesses of the ceiling.
Gorkhan cocks his head to the side. "Artifacts that none are apparently allowed to see or touch, given your arrival to defend them... Artifacts whose use seem only to bring about the end of the world... Unless they have some redeeming quality to them, which none of us have been informed about, then yeah... destroy them." The bard then shrugs. "But since that doesn't seem to be the order for the day, we instead risk everything in hopes that our combined efforts can prevent the unthinkable. Go team."
"Why not destroy the Codices and Blades, or separate them into component parts to be scattered? Then no one could use them for nefarious purpose... but yeah... if they have to remain intact, we can stay to help protect them from the necromancer."
With the entry of more golems and the strange individual, Gorkhan changes tack, moving to the ceiling, trying to stay out of sight for when the spell wore off. <<Maybe it's time for you folks to chime in...,>> Gorkhan signals the three presences that were joined with him and his companions.
Gorkhan mentally facepalms as, when the sarcophagus opens, the expected happens. He then pulls his will together in an attempt to control one of the guardians through the Seeker.
Gorkhan shrugs. <<Just keep an eye on that... fellow. He may not like us poking around his or his friend's resting place.>> He then examines the sarcophagus a bit closer, looking for any potential problems.
Gorkhan moves up and along the nearby wall, keeping a wary eye on the strange glowing figure.
<<And I expect their set to automatically activate on unauthorized intrusion? Or will they remain in stasis for the moment?>> Gorkhan sighs. [b]<<I worry that, not only is it likely that we beat the world-enders here, but we may end up doing their job of clearing the place for them? Wonderful.>> <<I don't suppose there is a way to psionically detect any potential life or unlife forms within this place? Make sure they actually aren't here and just set up an ambush? Perhaps after they've dealt with a few of the guardians here?>>
<<So... did we beat them here... or did they, for some reason, cover up their presence afterwards. Unless they had a different method of ingress...>> Gorkhan looks around the area, searching for potential danger zones.
<<Let's move on before anyone that may have heard the noise, comes to investigate.>>
Gorkhan darts out to harry one of the creatures before speeding back to cover.
Gorkhan keeps to the shadows, off to the side within a ruined structure, waiting for the creatures to approach the group.
Gorkhan stays to the shadows and keeps his eyes open as they move foward.
Now _that_ was fast... Gorkhan thinks as he looks around their new surroundings. Taking in the dunes and rocks, he ends staring up at the fortress at the base of the cliff. Well, at least it isn't buried... He nods at Grit, voicing no objection.
What do we (incl. the Wanderer) know about the area and the Arkhold itself? And how well do we know the codex/sword thing? Enough for a locate object spell/power (not that anyone has it)? We have more of those feather find the path things?
Gorkhan stares at the man for a moment. He's mad... Completely mad... before joining the group as they travelled back to the skimmer. "If you know of the villichi order, then you know of the task they were set to do, and their capabilities that relate to it. The 'deadheart', a former servant of the now dead god-king of Tyr, has this ones sister and plans to undo everthing their order helped to put in place... A villichi, a book, and a sword... boom..."
Gorkhan throws up his hands. "Without action, the seals will be broken and that which was imprisoned will be freed. Sure. Perhaps this being is only rumoured to be a horror. It's practically forgotten after all, aside from the spiritual entities that were involved back then." "Perhaps I am biased, my... closeness with the Seeker is such that it can be difficult at times to see the division between us... but I would like to think that, even before the bond with the Seeker, I would act. Not for the sake of good or right, since those are mere peceptions and points of view, but for the act itself." "If we cease to act for fear of the unknown, we merely cease to exist. Movement and action, whether physical, mental, or miniscule, are facts... necessities of life. Everything is a risk. If we take no risks, we earn no rewards. In this particular case, if, as is likely, the information we have is correct, there will never be any rewards for anyone aside from those that seek death."
Gorkhan warily measures the Wanderer as he and Daina speak. He has the power to handle those brain creatures, but instead sends them off to play a game, without really considering the consequences? This is a dangerous man...
<<That was pleasant. And just a scratch to show for it. I'm ready to move on...>> Gorkhan transmits, shifting from one foot to the next, seemingly unable to stand still.
Gorkhan continues to harass the giant, leaving the brains stuck within the black tentacles for Raun to mash up.
Gorkhan darts out at the giant but fails to connect.
Gorkhan curses upon hearing the giant was nothing but a puppet, even if a dangerous one. <<Find out where the puppeteers are!>> he transmits before moving towards the more immediate threat, moving a bit closer and studying the giant.
Gorkhan moves and slashes at any nearby spider. .
Gorkhan slashes at the nearby spider(s).
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