Grungar withdraws his falchion and gets into a defensive stance awaiting anybody to approach him.
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Grungar takes the potion from Dashel and drinks it. (from racial trait and prayer)
Grungar attempts to crawl further but the poison is too strong and overcomes him and he passes back out.
Grungar continues to struggle with the effects of the poison and can feel it sapping away his life energy. Grungar continues to crawl to a safe location.
Grungar will crawl to where he thinks is the safest.
damn, that sucks lol. Hopefully he makes it through, I really enjoy playing his character.
Grungar looks down at the javelin sticking out of him, This isn't good, . Grungar moves to the nearest cover, Could use some healing over here, yells Grungar in hopes of waking the others.
Grungar will hunker down and withdraw his falchion, ensuring to stay out of view and wait for signals from the others.
Bahaha, the elf has a sense of humor. Grungar laughs and talks to himself as he continues to watch the forest, now though he is in a much better mood.
Bah, me thinks this is getting tiresome. I want that old ladies head, nobody runs from a dwarf and gets away with it. Grungar will impatiently wait in the woods as was agreed upon and do his best to not make noise or cause any distractions. Grungar will continue to scan the area, with his falchion within reach at all times.
Bah, give me some good ale, and 10 minutes and me and the people would be good friends and they would feel safe knowing that a dwarf has got their back!
Dwarves are always good a making a good friend and making people feel at ease! Give 'em some ale and they liven up real quick! Grungar smiles, as he obviously completely forgot that dwarves are not that common here.
Grungar, getting extremely bored decides he needs to eat something. He finds a trail rations and mumbles to himself complaining of being a babysitter and wanting the witches head.
Grungar waits impatiently for something to happen, Where is the action, where is that old witch, just wait till I get my hands on her... Grungar continues to mutter to himself.
I don't know what all the running is for, but point me in the right direction and I will kill that witch. Nobody runs from a dwarf!
Super swamped at work the next two days, I will post when I get home at night which is around 830pm Eastern
Once Grungar realizes that nobody else is pursuing he will stop and move back towards the party. I will get that blasted, witch!
Blasted finger wagger, come back here and fight like dwarf!!
RD2, I will move towards the women and attack again if possible.
As the old women moves, Grungar uses all his might to take a swing at the old women.
Grungar will withdraw his falchion and move as close to the woman as he can, doubling moving if needed.
I dont know if I trust this old women walking around by herself here. Grungar looks to Dashel to see what he and Besmarial are going to do.
Grungar will continue to watch around the vicinity and keep his eyes out for any more magic or anything out of the ordinary. He will get fidgety waiting for something to happen. I should of went instead of elf, no need for stealth, I could strike up a good conversation with anybody, us dwarves are good with talking and making drinkin' buddies/
I thought that necrofancy (), stuff was with zombies and skeletons? asks Grungar as he cuts off the wolf's legs with his falchion.
Dashel you are looking at it all funny like, should I cut its head off? bahaha, Grungar slaps Dashel's shoulder as he turns and continues to watch the woods.
Up to me, I say lets go find that finger waggin' mage and kill em! no offense. If there is one thing I know about those finger waggers, its that they don't stop with just one little tiny wolf! I don't want to be sitting around waiting for them to come sneaky up like a baby, no offense, and attack me with some finger waggin' fire contraption thing!
Bah, bloody magic! Grungar looks around and if possible signals the others to come over and when they do he tells them that it was not a real wolf, but some crazy magic.
Grungar, lets out a grunt and swings his falchion with all his might
Come out, come out, sneaky little thing, there aint no fooling a dwarf. You get yer head chopped off if ye dont! stating it much louder than originally planned (not yelling but not whispering). Grungar readys his falchion and slowly approaches the crawling person.
You all do your sneaky thing, I will stay here, dwarves arn't meant to sneak like you humans and elves. Grungar hunkers down in the woods, keeping his weapon drawn and watching the surroundings for anything suspicious.
Sorry for the huge delay, after the move, myself and my family got sick. Then added some personal issues, but if it's okay I would like to jump back in.
I just wanted to let everybody know that I am moving tomorrow and wont have internet until Monday morning at work. DM or group can bot me till then. I wont be getting internet at my new place to next Friday, but I should be able to post in the mornings at my work.
Lead the way Conner, lets hope we find some more orcs to kill!
HAHA, good showing pointy ears, hahaha, wish I got to kill me a few orcs, Pretty effective with those daggers! Same to you Conner, me wish I got to kill a few orcs meself, Grungar is quite loud and gives Drovic a good, hard, but friendly slap on the shoulder, before he starts to search the orcs for anything useful.
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