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"There was a pit down deep near where the skulks were, if they can go down there they won't bother the people in the town. Deep down is where they speak undercommon, ain't it?" Grezzag suggests, as he looks over the collected weapons.
Grezzag watches the way the vegepygmy fights and he holds back a second blow as he senses the reluctance in his opponent. "How about you drop your hammer, and maybe you'll get out of this." he growls at the pygmy in front of him. "Don't s'pose anyone can understand them." he adds to the group. "I reckon they might surrender if they know that's an option. He still keeps a firm hand on his axe, ready to strike if combat continues.
Grezzag eyes in the room, ready for the coming battle. He holds his axe ready to smack the first enemy that comes through the door.
Grezzag nods and prepares to charge in once the door opens.
Grezzag reshoulders his bow and draws out his axe again. He follows the others' example and keeps back from the blob, but places himself towards where the rustling is coming from, watching that direction suspiciously.
Grezzag keeps back and shoots at the ooze with his bow.
Grezzag, axe in hand, stands ready for the door to open.
Grezzag comes back down. "Doors are locked. Let's make sure there's no more surprises on this level."
"Yeah, I reckon I could make it up there." Grezzag remarks, peering up the shaft. "I don't understand the writin' here though, so I ain't going to be fixing the Torch by myself. I can take up a rope if you like, but if yer ol' man thinks he knows how to fix it, then we should maybe give that a go first." He attempts to climb up the shaft and take a peek out at the next level.
I'm going to get some better armour with my share of the cash - MW but not magic looks like. But otherwise I'm ready to go back down.
"There were some crazy robots down there. I'm sure the ol' guy'll tell us more when he's feeling himself again. I reckon we oughta keep looking into it, the torch still ain't lit up again after all."
While the others see to Khonnir, Grezzag pokes at the robots they've destroyed and pulls off a few parts (including the syringe that stabbed him) to attach to his trophy necklace. "Yeah, avoid that blob thing if we can, I got enough cuts that it might try to eat my red stuff." "We could always camp out in the caves for the night. The priest could come down in the morning to cast his magic on Khonnir so he can get out, maybe he's got some healing for his mind too."
Eying the exposed innards, Grezzag times his strike carefully, and with one massive swing, he sends the robot crashing to the floor.
No stranger to battling robots, Grezzag knows that you sometime just have to keep slogging away at them.
Grezzag nods to Uwe and whacks the robot again with a satisfying clash of metal.
Grezzag ducks under the robot's claws and continues hacking away at it.
Grezzag shrugs off the robot's grasping claws, his eyes narrowing in focus as he moves into a flanking position. He raises his axe high, then slashes down with a vicious swing.
"Aha, nice shot!" Grezzag calls back to Zelvin. "Is the other guy a tough one, eh? Well, just let me get a good swing at it, I'll crack it open."
Grezzag dodges out of the way of the medical drone's attack then retaliates, swiping past it with one end of his axe, but catching it with the backswing. As his pulls his axe out, he takes a step around the drone into a less unfavourable position.
"Nah, it's fine, I barely feel it, it really looks worse than it is." Grezzag attempts to wave Khoran away. Grezzag rushes in once again, but is a little too enthusastic after the last battle, and his initial attack goes wide and slams into the nearby bed.
Grezzag knocks away the mechanical hand with a shout, then swings the ends of the axe around in a flurry of swipes, sending the metal contraption crashing to the floor. "It definitely ain't hostile now," he says. He examines the spot on his arm where the drone hit him, poking gingerly at the wound. "Dunno what it hit me with, but I feel ok." he remarks.
Grezzag takes one glance at the robot standing in the middle of the bloodstained room and lets out a warcry, springing forwards and bringing his axe round into the robot with a satisfying crunch.
Grezzag flexes his fingers around his axe as he stands poised in a battle stance.
Grezzag stands near the door, axe at the ready. "Robots are trouble, no ifs about it" he remarks grimly.
"Hats can be used for all those things." Grezzag says warily watching the plant, while thinking over what 'cylinders with liquid' could mean. "Although different hats are better for different purposes. Grezzag will open the door they came in, then keep it open until the plant goes through, then close it once the conversation is finished.
Some of the questions catch Grezzag's attention. "Uhh.. hello." says Grezzag cautiously. "I'm Grezzag. We ain't red, but maybe we can find you some red food. Where did you get the red food before?"
"Didya say you saw some metallic creatures? What'd they look like?"
Grezzag eyes the blood trail cautiously, his grip tightening on his double-axe. "Whoever it was, they didn't go down without a fight," he mutters, giving the mound of twisted metal one last kick to ensure it's truly inoperative. "It might not even be Khonnir's group. I don't think we've found all the others yet?" He pauses for a moment, thinking. "But if we follow the trail we're bound to learn something useful."
I'm also going to be on holiday next week, so I'll be in the same boat. I should be able to post, but please bot me if I'm taking too long.
"Let's hope so." Grezzag mutters. He advances cautiously up the corridor, pausing to poke at the mounds of metal, as if daring them to attack.
Grezzag nods in thanks to Khoran, and readies himself as the door opens.
Grezzag looks at the images on the screens warily, but loses interest once they appear to be safe. He keeps watch while the others discuss the items, and when they party is ready to move on, stands near the door with weapon ready.
Grezzag frowns at the blood and the mold, but leaves it to the smarter folk to look at them. He heads up the stairs and pokes about the upper area, looking into the small closet. "Hey, looks like there's some more of those doors that need the card. Looks like cupboards, might be somethin' inside." He tries inserting the cards to see if any of them open.
Grezzag stares in surprise at the projection for a while, and tentatively pokes a finger through it. As the stranger crosses the desert room, he moves with the others go greet them. "Grezzag." he states simply, indicating himself, his metal trophies jangling slightly. "If you're handy with your weapons, we're happy to have you join us. You missed out on some four armed skeletons, but there's bound to be some more trouble further in."
"Maybe it'll turn the Torch back on? Let's push it an' go check." Grezzag offers helpfully.
Grezzag peers at the button and it's surroundings to see if there's any clue to its purpose.
Heh, I was expecting the choice to take longer. So ooc, we should probably head back pretty soon to switch members.
Grezzag goes back to the first door and pushes at it experimentally. "This one first?" he asks. "It ain't opening normally, who's got that card thing that opened the other one?"
oh cool, I did that wrong last time, so that's an extra 2
=> 5 feat: Double Slice
Grezzag cleans off his axe, then rummages through the creature's stuff and gathers up its possessions. He takes a brief poke about the room while listening to the others speak. "Another world? I ain't ever seen anything like this place, so maybe." While the others inspect and discuss the inscriptions, Grezzag will go and listen at the other two doors for anything suspicious.
Yep, that's good. Who wants what stuff? I don't think Alyn and Zelvin have MW melee weapons yet(?) So they should probably take the swords for emergencies. Not sure who would benefit most from the cloak at the moment. I'll take it if no-one else wants it. loot page if anyone lost it
Grezzag's footsteps ring out as he rushes forward, axe held high. With a roar he swings the axe down with a crunch into the torso of the alien creature.
Grezzag switches back to his axe as they leave the strange desert room. He heads along the corridor, through slows down as the shouts become audible. "Sounds like trouble." he murmurs in a low voice to the others. "Reckon we ought check that out first?"
Grezzag doesn't believe the wall either, and pokes his head through.
Grezzag nods in gratitude to Khoran as his wounds start to close up. He hefts up his warhammer and gives it a few practice swings, feeling a little annoyed at his missed strikes. "Nothin' I know about." he mutters. "Still, doesn't stop 'em from getting smashed." he adds, kicking the bones at his feet. He is ready to continue along the path towards the light in the distance.
Grezzag grunts in pain as skeletal claws rake across side. He pulls back his hammer again for another blow, but as he swings his foot slips in the sand and the hammer whooshes harmlessly past the skeleton.
Grezzag shouts as he swings his warhammer around for another strike, but the skeleton dodges and the hammer slams into the sand with a thud.
Grezzag glances around and the skeletons rising up. He steps forward so he's between one of them and the rest of the group, and grips his hammer as he awaits for them to move in.
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