"Alright, I'll take point when Thozar ain't imitating a pigeon," Gundar says. He does his best to make little noise, and keeps his eyes open for tracks or signs of the giants' passage.
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Gundar bounds towards the next foe, enchanted weapon held high.
Gundar brings out his scimitar. "Got just the thing for ya, beastie. Keep sleeping, now," he says as he brings it down once, twice on the troll before him. The flames would hopefully make sure it stayed dead.
I'm here, I exist! The player is 100% fine, just sort of distracted by the current world events. I'll try and catch up and be more attentive here on out.
Gundar rushes forward, getting around to the side for a better angle on the large giantess leading the trolls. He takes a knee at the last second to fire his crossbow, the enchanted weapon hungry for the cruel blood of their hated foe.
Gundar nods to the east, checking his crossbow. The more dead giants the better.
Gundar swallows down a potion as he moves forward to engage the creature directly.
Acid burns at Gundar's skin as he shuts his eyes tight against it and does his best to stumble out of the cloud, opening them only to snap off a shot at the enemy. His crossbow was enchanted to deal with giants, but it could still put steel into other foes...
... when he could hit them.
"Helps to have a weapon so well fitted for the task. Not sure it would even feel right shooting rabbits for dinner with this," Gundar says as he holds up the magical crossbow again to inspect it.
Gundar lines up the shot and send a bolt from the crossbow at the Ettin, the weapon's magic helping him seek just the right angle...
Gundar steps aside from the path, finding what cover he can, and prepares his new crossbow for its debut.
"Suppose I'll take it. Always helps to be able to put a bolt in something before you get all up-close and personal."
"Tracks are clear enough. May as well see where these things came from - might be more about."
By the time Gundar can whirl about from one foe to the next and take a step, his fellows have put the other creature down. Catching his breath after the sudden, surprising violence, Gundar wipes off the bits of gore from his blade that its own heat hasn't already turned to ash. "Never seen anything like 'em," he remarks to nobody in particular.
As his armor absorbs the creature's fury, Gundar laughs in its monstrous face. "You'll have to do better than that! he roars as he returns the attention in kind.
"'The hells are you, beasty?" Gundar exclaims. They were unlike any creature he'd seen before, which was a rarity in the mountain forests. Still and all, the appropriate response was clear...
"Maybe I ought to teach you about tracking..." Gundar wonders aloud with a wink at Belir.
"Well, taking their own main road will be fast, but not sneaky. Then again we've already found what happens when we try to sneak about," Gundar says.
As the other dwarves opt for a decidedly less-than-stealthy approach, Gundar shrugs. This is why I generally hunt alone, he thinks. Of course, he also generally doesn't hunt warbands of ogres. More's the pity. He charges at the nearest ogre just as Ingrahild's arrow strikes it, wanting to make sure the two on this side don't decide to try do anything with the helpless captives.
Gundar side-eyes the druid. "Maybe you lot don't know how to stalk quarry. Give me a bit to get around the other side of them."
"Aye, best get moving," Gundar says as he racks another bolt.
Gundar moves up a bit to get a better shot and looses another bolt.
Gundar cranks the winch on his crossbow and loads another bolt. The urge to charge in tickles at his feet, but wisdom restrains him. They have the giant trapped at range and should be plenty capable of downing him with little risk to themselves.
Gundar roars back at the troll as it sinks it's teeth in, forcing it off him and bringing his blade around at the same time. "I've got just the thing for you, beastie!"
Quite at home in the terrain, Gundar prepares to take point as they travel. "None too different than the mountain forests around the hold I were reared in. Except for the damned giants, apparently."
All yours. I'm not sure Gundar wants to wear armor made of fingernails. :P
Part of Gundar's backstory is that he was taught by a giant-slaying ranger, so he would be willing. I feel like maybe one of the other warriors is slightly better suited to it, though. Thoughts, Ulark and Belir?
The damned traitor seems to know Gundar's every move, avoiding his blade. Gundar takes comfort in knowing that every scrap of attention he can demand, Ulark can make use of.
Gundar charges along with his companions. Time for this age-old villain to plague the world no more, imprisoned or no.
Gundar hefts his scimitar. Whatever they were about to kill, it was no dwarf. It had stopped being a dwarf long years ago, when it had betrayed kith and kin. Whatever torment it's mind had endured in its long imprisonment, it had only made the mind match the spirit. Gundar would not question the wisdom of the God's punishment, but perhaps it was time to put the creature down.
"Only one creature made all these footprints. Must have been crossing this floor over and over."
Gundar takes the news of desecration in silence. It seems the traitor's punishment had been... shortened. But were they still around?
Gundar places his hand upon Trudd's symbol. His family had long held particular veneration for the mighty guardian of Torag's halls, and Gundar was no exception.
Gundar swipes at the ettercap as it skitters by, and follows up with a continued assault.
No need, for Gundar, he is mighty. Though yeah, he'd probably being set on fire and dropped down the shaft. What is it, thirty feet? 3d6 damage ain't no thang. :D
With a grunt of effort that turns into a roar, Gundar bursts free of the web, the tough spider-silk snapping with an audible 'twang'.
With his movements hampered by the webbing, Gundar opts for a more direct descent. Leaving the safety of the stairs, he slides swiftly down the rope towards the enemy.
I admit I missed the part where there were stairs at first. :D Let's go with the safety rope idea.
Just to make sure I'm clear on this: Gundar is still climbing? Can he swing himself onto the stairs at all?
Gonna do something a tad rash to shake up loose again.
Gundar begins uncoiling rope from his pack. "Suppose I'll take a look first, a bit a' climbing never done me any harm. The things I've found atop cliffs and at the bottom a' valleys, on the other hand..." Gundar chuckles at his own joke as he secures rope to anything handy (or at the lack of a good tie point, hands the rope to his companions to hold onto). Then he begins descending.
"Not to worry," Gundar says as the small spiders show their agitation. "These little ones pose no threat." In response to Ingrahild, Gundar touches his brow in genuflection. "It is an honor to be here in the presence of your ancestor, friend. We'll have need of the Giantslayer's spirit in the time ahead."
[ooc]Well I'm certainly never going to turn down a useful nat 20![/dice] Gundar rushes forward to keep one of the spiders from crowding the group, flashing his scimitar out of its sheathe in a burning arc.
Before Combat:
Gundar shrugs as he pulls the needles from the few points they had gotten past his armor. "Got to get around it one way or another."
Gundar shrugs. He certainly didn't have the mechanical know-how for this sort of work. "Heft a shield and poke it with a stick," he says.
Negatory here, Gundar is ready to move on!
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