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Hasslo stands back as Val tries to persuade the ghost of their follies. He shakes in his boots as he attempts not to stare. A fey undead - not something Hasslo wants to trifle with. He tugs at the sleeves of Seamus, indicating that they should leave with haste. No reason to stay and discuss details with the fey. For every minute they waste here is a minute more of destruction. "Let's go before she decides to summon lightning upon us."
Hasslo takes one look at the ship before shaking his head. "I'd rather move on. We can't be distracted by everything that comes across our paths. We have a plan and a destination. If we stopped for everything that looked interesting, it will take days to get there. When we're done, we can take a gander. But not now."
I've had zero time this week to level up. Will get to it tonight though.
Hasslo is able to shake off any regrets of following Yap. To him, the forest is not a scary place, despite the shadowy trees and dying birds around him. Though likely infused with fey energy, Hasslo trudges on.
Hasslo is secretly excited. He hasn't seen a fey up close before and have only heard stories of their whimsy. But Yap's general high energy is antithesis to Hasslo's dour expression. "What can you tell us of these woods? Are there any.." the dwarf gulps, "dangers that we should be wary of? I've heard that some fey may not be so happy to see non-fey in their woods." Seeing the eagerness of Yap, Hasslo sighs. "I'd like to learn more of these mystical forests around here. Perhaps I can scout with you and you can show me some tricks of your trade. And I can show you some of mine."
Hasslo is impatient, as he feels time slow down. Something about the whole situation seems off. 'Why would Lamatar just disappear like that?'. 'Perhaps it's just nerves, right?' he utters to himself. The dwarf barely touches his dinner, mulling over thought after thought, scenario after scenario. 'Did Lamatar know about the dam devils?' During the night, he tosses and turns, barely able to sleep. He groans as he wakes up, a knot in his back very apparent today. Donning his armor, Hasslo walks downstairs to meet with the others. "Well, we should get going. Times a wasting."
Hasslo shakes his head. "Maybe I'm being impatient, but I would rather find this Lamatar first. The more we dilly-dally, the harder it will be to find him. The gods are telling me to go now before it's too late.". Hasslo states his opinion, but seeing as the group wants to head back to Turtleback Ferry, he reluctantly agrees. "If we do go into town, we need not get distracted."
Hasslo is relieved that the whole ordeal is done. He feels sorrow as he watched Val take one for the team. "Thank you Val for your sacrifice. What you've done... the gods will thank you for." ---- Seamus suggests using investigating the captain. "Aye, I think we need to do that next. He'll likely know more. I have a feeling of it deep in my gut."
"Thassilon? The civilization before time?". Hasslo looks stunned at the creature and starts to take pity on him. "Just imagine being stuck in a cage for thousands if not tens of thousands of years. I wonder how many more of these cruel devices this Karzoug built..."
Hasslo quickly taps himself with a wand and then wiggles his feet. "Ah, feels good to actually be fast again."
As the others look around the room, he sighs. "Was anyone else unnerved by that creature. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Whatever it was, I'm glad it's gone.". He casually looks around as they move on, still a little bit on edge.
"I'd rather not Seamus. It feels against Pharasma's will to carry around human skulls. I'd rather keep them here." 'Out of sight, out of mind.'. Hasslo still is somewhat terrified of this room and wants to get out as soon as possible.
Hasslo grunts as he watches the creature with intent. "Bah!". Deep down, he shudders, but he's no longer afraid.
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But yes, this creature is truly terrifying as Hasslo (yet again) can't seem to connect with it!
Hasslo gasps as Izomandakus changes form behind him. 'Stay focused buddy. You can do this.'. Calling upon his dwarven ancestors, he sighs before going all out on the creature in front of him.
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But he shakes in his boots and can't seem to focus. Part of him wants to run far, far away, but he can't. Not yet at least.
Hasslo shrieks as he sees the enemy and deep inside him something ticks. [larger]"AHHHHHHHHHHH"[/larger] he screams out as he runs behind Seamus. "Save me! Get that thing away from me!" But something snaps and he realizes that he's not as scared as he should be. Hasslo instead dashes in. "You aren't as scary as I first thought, creature. Just look at you!"
"Wait! Aren't we supposed to be making friends with this Grazuul?!". But then he watches the water troll lunge out and attack his compatriots. The dwarf waddles in to the room, obviously aware of the large creature in front of him. Giant:
"I'm sorry Grazuul, but this may hurt. We did not want to attack, but you forced our hand." "Fyrirgefðu Grazuul, en þetta gæti verið sárt. Við vildum ekki ráðast, en þú neyddir okkur í hönd"
Hasslo shrugs when he sees Val glare at him, like he didn't do anything wrong. But he nearly jumps in surprise as the troll pokes its head through the door. "Aye, rangers. Not ogres.". He places his weapons on his side before raising his hands up. "We are here to secure the dam. We don't want it to breach. Tell us, trolls. Are you going to destroy the dam?"
Hasslo rolls his eyes. "Go ahead and kill them, Val. It's what we do.". He sighs as he steps forward, shield raised. "Oh great and noble ogre. Please lay down your weapon.". Now, he's attempting sarcasm. "We know you're true and just. We mean you no harm," the dwarf says as he raises his axe this time to swing it.
"Sorry for my compatriots.". Hasslo glances at his companions. "They murder any and every thing that doesn't look like them. No questions asked." Hasslo continues to parlay. "We are here to kill the trolls, not to senselessly kill anything in our way.". Again, he quickly glances back at everyone. "I will convince them to stop the violence if you stop right this instance.". Knowing the ogres aren't likely to agree, he continues to step up, shield raised, hoping to provide some sort of defense.
Hasslo notices the large claw and bite marks. "Are you enemies of the trolls?" Hasslo calls out as he slowly walks forward, shield raised. "We're here to eliminate them." Not wanting to murder everything they come across, Hasslo hopes to parley with the ogres.
Hasslo turns his head as Kast coup d'etat-tats the ettin. "We probably could have gotten some information from them. Ettins aren't terribly stupid. Just somewhat stupid.". But the dwarf shrugs as he examines the room they are in.
"Why do we always have to go straight into fighting?" Hasslo mutters under his breath. Seeing his companions jump into fight, Hasslo sighs and joins. The dwarf waddles in and swings. "Sorry ettin, but this is the only way apparently"
Hasslo nods at Izomandakus. "Yes, warnings. Trolls.". He shudders at the thought. He's never been close to a troll before, but heard they're as mean as they are ugly.
He slowly climbs up the stairs, a big oaf that he is. "These stairs are definitely not made for dwarves," he mutters under his breath. As Izomandakus climbs, Hasslo watches before jumping on the slopes as well. "Hrmph. Why does it gotta be giant steps?"
He barely makes it up the steps before thousands of tiny pebbles cascade down the stairs..
"Didn't someone say this dam is ancient? Perhaps it's been 'ere for thousands of years. Did those 'Thassilonians' build this thing? Maybe they built the skulls." As they approach and slow down, Hasslo points out a few lumbering shapes. "There! Trolls. On the dam's western upper reach.". He starts counting them. "One... two... three..."
Hasslo feels relieved to be back at the fort. It's a home away from home. Perhaps one day it will be his true home. But for now, it's just home for the night. Talking with the Black Arrows, Hasslo does ask a question. "Any word on Lamatar Bayden? Has he come back or have you found out where he went?" As Val asks that question, Hasslo believes it's Lamatar. "Who else could it be? I'm sure Lamatar is trying to get revenge for something. We'll get to the bottom of this, I'm sure!". With the snow, Hasslo smiles. "What a day, what a day.". He's truly happy, at least for the moment.
"Thank you Maelin for all you've done. We'll get to the bottom of this.". The dwarf smiles. "Those trolls will no longer be a threat after we're done with them!" He winks at Maelin. "Do you need help gathering supplies?"
Hasslo swings once as the Black Magga escapes. "And stay back, you filthy creature! Don't you come back here ever again!" ----- As Maelin Shreed comes up and greets them, Hasslo nods. "We were on another mission, it seems. Do you know of a 'Lamatar'? We believe he may be involved in something and we were trying to tie him down." The dwarf furrows his brow. "But this dam. It seems like a bigger deal, a more imminent threat. Aye, we will go check it out. How far away is it? Can you tell us more about these Skulltakers? How many of them are there? Who is their leader?"
Hasslo is thankful for the protection of Val. "My little angel!" he calls out to her, looking behind him briefly. But he's not ready for the poisonous cloud.
The dwarf coughs very briefly before raising up his shield. Hopefully the black magga will focus on him and not his companions. "Foul creature! Go back from whence you came!"
Hasslo frantically looks around. "What... what is that thing!? The black magga?! It's real??". With the ability to fly, the dwarf glides up as close as he can get. "Creature of the deep, you are not welcome here. We humbly request you to scram and return where you came from!"
Hasslo is quiet. The whole ordeal with the ogres has made him stiff with anger and resentment. He grumbles under his breath as he cleans the fort. "D%&$ ogres... scum of the earth.". He kicks one, just to make sure it's dead. As the group meets up with Jarkardros, Hasslo slowly relaxes. 'What sorrows he must have gone through,' the dwarf thinks as he watches the movements of the other ranger. ”Join us.” he entreats, the eagerness clear in his eyes. Hasslo watches Shalelu speak up and nods. "What a noble choice, Shae. I applaud you in that.". He glances around the room. "I too would like to join. But..." Hasslo looks down at the floor, "the time is not right. Trudd is guiding me. I fear that there is more danger afoot, something worse than these darned ogres.". A shiver goes down his spine. "And the only way to stop them is to join with these ... fine ... members.". Hasslo briefly turns and looks at his companions. "I will return and I will help you rebuild. But when the time is right and the gods guide me back here." Later on, Hasslo stays away from the bickering of his companions. Instead, he busies himself, questioning the Black Arrows about their plans for the future. "There is a small network of rangers back in Magnimar. I'll write a note and send it with haste. They're city folk, these rangers. But they're good people with a strong heart."
Hasslo slowly wakes up after a very unrestful night. His back aches and his knees are sore. But all in a days work. "I would like to find this Lamatar. If treachery is involved..." he grips his breakfast fork in anger. "We'll find him, for sure," Hasslo repeats under his breath.
Hasslo nods at Seamus. "Any protection would be beneficial." He wipes the blood off of his face. "If anyone doesn't mind, I'll take the ring." Not much of a planner, Hasslo listens to the other's discussion on what to do next. "As long as I don't end up on the end of a fish hook... yes. Just point me where to go next."
"Where do you think you're going?". Hasslo moves up, over the bloated bodies of the dead ogres. "We'll kill you like we killed all your friends. This is what you get for worshipping pure evil." With a swoop of his axe, Hasslo swings at Dorella.
Hasslo grunts as he takes blow after blow. "It'll take more than that, ogre! The mighty Hasslo is built like a tree." Hasslo continues to bash in Hookmaw a few more times...
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Hasslo grunts his teeth as he takes a few blows. But it doesn't stop him. "Fine, be that way. Your refusal to bow down will be the end of you," the dwarf says wiping the blood off of his forehead. Then he swings at the closest ogre to him - Hookmaw.
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"How about some tea, Seamus? Coffee? Water?". Hasslo's mood is much better now that Trudd is on his side - and a few more ogres have died. Seeing two more ogres in front of him, Hasslo steps up and over the corpse of the ogre he just felled to fight the pink one. "See? One by one you fall! Surrender now or face death.". But Hasslo doesn't give them any time to respond before smacking the ogre with his axe.
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Hasslo sighs as he watches the large ogre fall. "Finally. Good work Seamus. Remind me to buy you a beer or two when we're done." The dwarf runs down back to the hallway and spots another ogre standing in the hallway. "You know, you're like the eighth ogre we've encountered today. We've killed each and every one with nary a scratch. You'll be the eighth one we slay. Let's party."
+1 Dwarven Double Waraxe 1d20 + 14
Hasslo turns up to the heavens. "Please guide my axe this time, Trudd.
Growing frustrated, Hasslo swings at the large ogre in front of him. "Begone!"
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Hasslo stares at the ogre. "Is that the best you've got? No wonder Lamashtu disfavors you. For you will die. Right here, right now."
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But the dwarf truly struggles with his attacks.
Hasslo nods at Val. "Aye, alcohol. Sadly did not bring any with me." As they continue on, Hasslo idly watches Seamus open the door. He visibly gasps! 'The ogres have desecrated this place.'. Anger swells up inside as he runs inside and swings hard.
"Go back to the Abyss with your mistress, you foul brute! Lamashtu will fall." Hasslo raises up his axe and bashes the ogre with his shield.
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Hasslo sighs. "This place... we need to eliminate all the ogres. What they've done is pure evil.". The dwarf sulks after the others, barely lifting his head. "How are you guys so ... chipper? Sorry to be a downer, but this place is gruesome.". Hasslo just can't get out of his funk. Maybe slaying a few more ogres will make him forget the desecration of the Black Arrows. But who knows. "I'll follow you guys. I've never had a knack for large buildings like this - I'd probably get you guys lost if you followed me.". He does slightly smile.
Hasslo steps up, clearly studying the giant brutes in front of him. "One by one, they fall. Soon they will be no more!" he says with a smile, clearly enjoying slaying these evil creatures.
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Hasslo is struggling to contain his emotion. "Die. NOW. You disgraceful sorry excuse for a creature. You will rot in the Abyss!" Hasslo rushes up to the next ogre and slashes at him with a fury.
"What's this? An ogre hiding in a room? How'd you get in there, you overweight thug?"
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Hasslo's luck isn't shining through though. He swipes and bashes the ogre, but struggles to connect.
"What is this? There's more of you!? Aha, not any more!" Hasslo rushes up to the next ogre in line. He swings his axe, trying to cut down the brute.
Hasslo hurries his stubby legs down to meet the ogres. "My, my. You guys are even uglier up close. We will eliminate you one by one if we have to.". He winks at them, trying not to imagine them naked.
Hasslo is horrified by the sight of the gore in the room. He nearly vomits, but is committed to defeating the ogre. 'At least the ogre isn't naked. I'd definitely vomit then.', Hasslo thinks. Though normally slow, Hasslo feels fast as he dashes in to the room! "Begone vile creature! You and your kind will all die, Silas."
"I'd rather not see an ogre with their pants down, thank you very much.". The image of a nude ogre is now burned into Hasslo's brain. As the others prepare, Hasslo pulls out a wand and touches his chest with it. His legs feel a bit faster but the dwarf doesn't feel quite as stealthy or nimble as he watches Seamus do his thung.
Hasslo watches Kast attempt to guillotine the woman with a cold stare. But at the last second, he winces, closes his eyes, and looks away. "Was that really necessary, Kast? I understand why you did it, but I'd rather not have watched." Hasslo glances up the staircase to see if any reinforcements are coming before quickly moving back into the room and shutting the door. "I wonder why she was just sitting her. Did she know we were coming?"
Hasslo regrets his attack on Vale as the ranger's axe digs deep in his side. "What did I do to deserve that!" Seeing again how Lucrecia is again cornered and impossible to reach, Hasslo doesn't have many options. His small legs pump as he runs deeper into the room and through the door. Despite the corner, he is still able to see the woman but is too winded to attack.
Hasslo's eyes light up at the mention of better gear and more power. 'Yes!' he thinks, but realizes that the others are too hasty to attack. "Wait! We can talk this out...". He sighs, realizing his options are limited. With Lucrecia stuck in a corner and surrounded, Hasslo turns his attention to Vale. "Please, stop Vale! We're friends." Hasslo uses his weapons to knock Vale's battleaxe out of his hands.
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