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Granitt blocks the creatures strike with his shield, Gritting his teeth knowing that it will take more to get this creature down than his normal strikes, he calls out "Just because your carapace keeps my axe at bay, I will have to hit you twice as hard with my blade." He grinds his teeth, his red beard flies in all directions as he steps to a more advantageous position before continuing his attacks
Hearing the calls of there being a trap, Granitt walks into the room to see his companions all standing back and looking at a chest. "So what makes this chest so interesting, that you stand back and say it's a trap? " his red bread twitches as he thinks of the evil that lurks further on, yet his companions seem transfixed by a chest. "We can take it with us when we leave, if you're so worried about it. If you want, we can take it to the entrance and collect it on the way out." Seeing the items and clothing in the southwest, over the chest, Granitt asks, "I don't suppose anyone has taken a look at that pile of rags and things in the corner? I don't know much but, before you discover the treasure you seek in the chest, check the easy things first." It's Dorgen, seeking treasures of the past before ridding the place of evil. Suppose I'll have to help them past their infatuation to get them to move on. Reluctantly he stomps past the chest to search the pile of clothes and see what is there?
Grannit drops to one knee in supplication at the sound of the voice announcing the Forge. His eyes close in revere, he has never felt so close to Torag. "Pardon my failures of the past, my reward is in hearing your voice submitting to your will in penance, protecting my companions." He rises, with renewed vigour, and with a contented look on his face, rather than his normal black clouds hangdog look. He claps Dorgen on the back, "We must uphold the clans traditions and honour, this place was ours once!" He retrieves his battle hardened battle axe and shield, raising them high, before setting them in his arms and getting ready to face the evil Duergar, his peoples nemesis. Whether they are some undead necromancer or not, Granitt's new confidence gives him hope and determination. He marches onwards towards the natural caves and stands there guarding his companions, "Come, glory awaits."
He looks to see the altar and cannot stop from shaking his red hair and making it more presentable as he says in wonder. "I know that the duegar were here, but could this have been dedicated to Torag. What does it say, I must find out." He walks next to Mandoo and Libertina, as he looks to the altar. Religion Recall Knowledge:
As he leaves Dorgen, he claps the dwarf on the back "Let's hope your professional interests can be protected by my professional axe, eh! But we wouldn't know what we face if we didn't have you with us." he relents. Granitt busily pushes his way through joining Mandoo going through the southern door, his axe and shield ready to face any fracas with Duergar, undead or alive.
"It may be a dream for you, but it seems a nightmare for the Duegar, and they are not part of my dreams. This is evil begotting evil. A time for my axe and weapons to destroy the evil within. Not a time to look at it, draw pictures and ask questions of it, when it's intention is to steal your soul from Pharesma and make it dance to it's tune." the dwarf says with a deep seated growl, as he starts to sharpen his axe. "We may be brothers Dorgen, but brothers may be joined by blood, but not always actions." "Let's prepare and face our truths." his stern voice echoes in the chamber.
Granitt looks over Dorgen's shoulder as he appears to be able to read all the funny scribble on the funny little book they found. He turns and shrugs his shoulders as a slight smile crosses his lips, And those surface dwellers just cos we came from the underground cities, our brains are underground too. That Dorgen is some clever. he thinks.
"Right then off we go, we need the best trap spotter at the front if we are going trap hunting." the dwarf says without any conviction that he sees trap hunting as anything but very dangerous. "I goes with them, try and keep them alive if something other than a trap tries to bite us." he shrugs and smiles weakly at Mrs Perkins. He turns round and with an arm round Dorgen's shoulders he says "You pretty good at finding stuff, you come with me at the front? We dwarves should stick together."
Granitt kneels before the statue for a brief pray, "Join me in prayer to Kols. Though I have made no oaths myself, other than to follow the tenants of Torag, Kols protects those who keep their oaths. Granitt waits amoment before he starts to speak in dwarfen, his voice lowered in both duty and reverence. Once the prayer is ended, the dwarf starts to clean the dried blood from the statue and made good and repair what he can. As he does you hear him grumble, "Duegars have no honour, they break their oaths and thus despise Kols and the good he brings. Damn those dark dwarves, they take to breaking their promise, their regard even to Torag and follow paths of evil gods. My axe waits for your blood, to revenge the disrespect shown to Kols."
Once Granitt is satisfied that he has made as good the statue as his skills will allow, he looks over the bones, after his companions have told him their opinion of what happened here.
Granitt listens to the pale faced man's request to heal the pallid ghost that went forth and attacked the undead and bats. With a quick prayer to Torag, Granitt lets Torag make the decision to heal or harm Imelia when he lays his healing hands on her arm. Then joining Dorgen he starts to grumble "They be duegar, if they was dwarves, they wouldn't attack a follower of Torag." the dour dwarf says with great conviction, but no evidence. "If they be corrupted," he says as he tugs on his red beard, "We gotta get to the bottom it. Destroy it or stop it at the very least." He leans on his axe, with a sigh as he waits for the clever ones to determine the corruption, though when he hears Mandoo talk about necromancy he looks over at Alexandr and Imelia "Hmmm, necromanny you say, that's bad magic!"
When the skeleton steps and smacks Imelia, the dwarf quickly reacts, stepping forward (5ft) and swinging his battle axe at the bag of bones.
Then as the area is filled with a cloud of bats, he attempts to beat away the tiny biting creatures. Despite some of the bats, causing scratches to his face, none manage to cut deeply.
The dwarf swings his axe at the nearest foe
But hears Alexandr's request to move so scatters out of the strange man's way.
Slow to react the armoured dwarf stomps forward, "Stay back, let me through, let me at them." he growls as he moves forward trying to get some sort of advantage. "Humpf, skeleton thing and a bat." He looks over the bat, not liking what he sees, and shouts with an angry and vicious tone "Look at me you big flying rat! You leave my companions alone!" then his eyes glow and his face is full of antagonism and violence.
Thanks for the neat and tidy beard Dorgen, I would have RP'd but we are in combat mode so don't want to interrupt by going back in time, suffice it to say Granitt would have grumbled and growled about the water barrel.... I didn't mean it like that, I was fine with going into combat, you have to keep the game moving and you're doing very nicely. P.S. In England very nicely translates to Great in US speak. .. :-)
Granitt thanks Yandrada and Luna for more of their insights of the mountain's interior and let's others take what they need. He listens to evening chat and discourse, hardly joining in himself, just the occasional grunt and groan. The grunts get louder, as the tankards of ale are emptied of the alcoholic contents. Almost like clockwork, he burps every hour on the hour, as the malt, barley and still barely alive yeast, make their presence felt. The morning may have been pleasant and warming to most, but for Granitt it is bright and compounds his dismal feelings, he grunts good morning to the rest pf the party from behind his face full of red bushy hair. He takes a barrel of water in his hands, lifts and pours the water over his head and then drinks into his body. His now dripping wet and straggling down red beard and hair are left to their own devices, drying as they walk towards the mountain. That is after he shakes his head, much as a dog does, to throw out as much water from his hair as possible. After this refreshing moment, whilst still feeling it's goodness, Granitt prays over his war axe, it glows with a faint greyish wispy aura that blurs the edge of the blade. Now it is time to march.
When Mandoo introduces his companion Tina, Granitt's hands grip his axe even tighter and he readies his shield as he listens to the strange Pathfinder's words. "She's ..... unusual!" he growls his only comment as he eyes her, looking up and down for a spot of weakness, if ever he needs to raise his weapon against her. She best be with us or her bones will end in a heap. He walks behind Mandoo and 'Tina' on the way to the Peak. Entering the dark of the mountain, Granitt feels more at home, his eyes seeing into the darkness, just as easily as he sees in daylight. He takes the lead, and lets out a long breath or sigh as they get further inside, turning back he says, "This is more like it eh?" his now dry red beard is bushy and moving as he speaks.
GM: As a reaction, Granitt will use his Retributive Strike and Ranged Reprisal so that he can move up to 5ft to attack and gives Resistance 6 against the strike to the ally that is struck. If his is attacked first and suffers over 15HPs damage, will use shield block if his shield is readied.
All the talk of undeath and the Whispering Way leaves Granitt perplexed, "Your talk leaves me uneasy Mandoo. Is your companion a ghost then Alexandr? She looks like no other ghost I've seen and doesn't seem to be evil unless she has enchanted you. Not a great feeling, but if she fights for good, then I suppose she is fine." Granitt's small bright eye peer out from his face, trying to take in the young lady.
@Granitt - I saw that you took blade ally but you are not using Warhammer which is Torag's favorite weapon. Any comments? :D It's his ancestral weapon thematically, he uses to bring honour back to his family. Using the Deific Weapon - Warhammer doesn't make a difference to his abilities as far as I can see, so only uses it when required and in any more religious ceremonies.
On the journey, he offers Aleksandr some fruit and meat on the journey, "He you go Aleksandr, eat some of this it'll put some colour into you." The red beard wags up and down as he speaks. After another bit of travelling Granitt can only think, "By Torag's beard, I could do with a drink." He is the last of the company of Pathfinders to enter the Inn, his legs don't stride out as much as the others, with maybe the exception of Dorgen. His eyes and red bushy brows come together in a frown as he hears the word, Duegar, Nasty evil ones them. He leans on his families ancient axe and continues, "So this camp, what do you mean the camp was in ruins. Did you see bodies, what do you think destroyed the camp, fire?" he asks intently, though his shoulders slump as looks at his companions and thinks And how do we keep these surface dwellers safe in the caverns and tunnels.
"At last ... time for a drink and some grub." a gruff voice speaks from out of a mass of red beard and furs. The beard has been blown to cover his face by the winds blowing through the alleys of the city, leaving nothing to see of the face, just red hair, furs, a glint of polished armour and a shield etched with the image of a hammer. As the dwarf enters he reaches down and places a large ancient looking battleaxe leaning against the wall, reaching into a pocket with his free hand he retrieves a metal comb and starts to brush out his beard. He grumbles loudly under his breath, "Gotta remember, plaits to make me look pretty in Absalom, keep everything in place, nice and tidy." His bright blue eyes look around, [b]"Ah, they look some likely folk, I mean you don't get our sort from the sunshine state over here very often." he chuckles to himself. "Me names Granitt, glad to meets you." he offers his hand to the one eating onion soup. He shakes his head in delight and his beard flies all over, sending a cloud of dust around him as he does. "Sorry about that, I was gonna have a bath, but got an invite over here." he smiles somewhere behind the red bushy beard. As he surveys around the room, he blinks as he recognises other that could well be fellow Pathfinders, "Ahh, looks like we got a few fine fellows, time to order me beer and grub then." he says to no-one in particular, but then shouts to the wench serving the tables, [b]"Some of your best meaty stew and an Admiral Ale, if you got one.... no make it two, I'm parched! the gruff gravelly voice heard clearly. With a cough after supping his two mugs of ale, ordering another, the dwarf rises and joins in the game of arm wrestling, the hours at the forge should have given him some strength. His face goes as red as his beard, when he strains and uses his arm. Overhearing Mandoo introduce himself to others, the gravel voice under pressure of the wrestle, splutters out between breathes, "Good to meet, ....... Man....doo.... and you .... Mrs Man... Dooo......" He adds as an older woman recognises and speaks to the greying gentleman.
@GM Farol - Working on the background (which seems to have been lost in the annuls of time), but you have met Granitt before on the ill-fated race through the ice cold wastes of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. It was then when the unfortunate Mad Hopper, alchemist extraordinaire, passed to Pharesma's judgement....
(Then I spent time I should have been working and wrote it up....) It is this experience that has hung heavy on him in his missions since, that he was not able to hold the line and keep the beasts at bay from his friends. Melancholia has followed him ever since, dour, stubborn as dwarf's are, this has given him more dour, more stubborn. More than once has he returned to the Wall of Remembrance to lay trophies to the fallen. His beginning, now just memories, were of a happy time growing up and learning the ways of the dwarven kind. Happy to give thanks to Torag and stay at the forge, wielding his hammer to beat the red hot metal in place. That is until his family were expelled from their settlement in the Five Kings Mountains, when his father was convicted of a theft and his family disgraced. He felt the shame and after many years he decided bring back honour to his family, the only way he knew, by becoming a champion of Torag, to defeat Torag's foes and protect family and friends from adversity. In time he joined the Pathfinders, where his early failures have driven him to take on undead creatures in the sewers of Absalom, travel to Tian and eventually return to the mountains and explore under Droskar's Crag, into the Pallid Peak. But that exploration still left questions unanswered...
Granitt wraps the body remains in old worn cloth, in the hope that the corpse stays in one piece, before he ties it to the rope. "All right me boyo's. Time to heave ho and pull the body up." He chuckles, "Give it a big ole pull, Haechi, I knows yous can do it!" Whilst the body is being retrieved, Granitt has a poke around the basement, looking for the anything that might be interesting. "Be up in a minute, just seeing what else might be left to rot down here.". Once it's all done, Granitt climbs back up.
Granitt takes out a rope and finds a sturdy anchor point to tie up one end of the rope. Granitt watches as Haechi finishes fixing the floor, amazed at his dexterity as he shores up the floor. Gingerly Granitt moves to the edge, holding the rope, just in case. He creeps step by step forward, before he goes over the edge and down. "Keep an eye out Ionic, cover me in case anything untowards decides to think of me as food. Bound to be nasty rats and other vermin down here." Once down he gets his axe and shield ready to defend any that follow him down.
Granitt looks at the wounds as his legs bleed, "These cuts are medical but unnecessary, let's get away from these things and heal up." he says as he stumbles down the corridor towards the next room. "Perhaps they won't be in this room! Whatever they are where did they come from, what unholy force causes this."
Granitt hearing Haechi's words, Granitt kind of hurumpfs and his lips press together in a strange smile. "Well you and the little one are right, best we get on with looking for a body, before it get dark. There's some here need a light to find their way." The dwarf retraces his steps and starts after Zelphari ... he hurries but the human seems to be quite fast on his feet.
"Well, whilst we're over here, lets take apeek in through the next door." Granitt replies to Haechi, "Come on everyone lets check these rooms out. If any feel peckish, we found the kitchen for you cooking needs." he laughs. He waits for Ionic and winking at him, he tries the door to the next room, entering with axe in hand and shield by his side. He looks around the room, and beckons others to enter, if the coast is clear.
Granitt walks through the double doors, seeing no trouble he continues further into the hall. He turns back and in a low voice, "All clear, be careful though. There's a couple of corridors and a door to my right. Once we have secured this area, we should try that door, before clearing the rest." He stands axe and shield ready, turning on the spot scanning around the hall.
"Yeah, you take that door, I'll take the other, on 3 we'll enter as a pincer movement, OK Ionic." Granitt runs up the stairs and takes the other turning, casting a glance though any windows as he goes. He gets ready for any nasty surprises the only way he knows how, with axe and shield ready. He looks at the door, his head slightly to one side as he eyes it up for any threats. Placing the axe head on the ground, he fingers the door knob, does it move, does it open?
Granitt turns the knob, slowly and as quietly as possible, opening it up so that the door is free to move. Picking up his axe, he calls loudly "1-2-3" and on the 3 kicks the door open and steps into the room. He looks across at the other door, with a smile and a nod. |
