Distracted from being mutated earlier following half mindedly, Hatim finally notices the rest of the party making their way into the building. He attempts to climb up, still remaining quiet, and adding nothing to what may be going on.
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Hatim grumbles looking down sadly at the scimitar; still in his ghastly form. "No hit."
With the newly obtained weapon, Hatim lets out a beastly grunt and moves to gain access at the creature. He attempts to swing at the creature.
Completely missing the creature, he lets out an angry snarl.
Hatim now in a less intelligent form runs out of the tavern. He remembers that Kori had a magical scimitar, he says in an almost illiterate tone, ”I need this,” and without asking her, grabs it off of Kori.
Hatim upon first seeing the beast tries to recall if he had ever come across anything like this in text.
But, seems not to know any further information than what Dmitri decided to share. Hatim not having anything of magic or silver, and knowing that his bombs could have little to effect... He takes out a mutagen he'd prepared that morning, plugs his nose, and drinks it.
He looks over the group, Coughing while saying: "This is all I have my abilities and weapons will have no advantage here."
Alarmed by the stranger, Hatim listens, he is unsure what to think of "it".
Hatim stays close behind, and says nothing.
Hatim gets up covering his face with an arm, and backs away. ”Pfft, dust.”
Out of pure curiosity Hatim begins to approach the door, while wondering why his companions only stared at it.
Hatim stands silently looking the building over. He is for clearing it, but then again doesn't care.
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I just saw that we leveled so I'm going to go ahead and roll for hit points now.
Whoo! I'm back! AKA: Hatim has had nothing to say.
Hatim gives short wide-eyed look at Kori then at the Harpy mess, "Ah, no. I will find myself a place at the mill." Even if it does mean being closer to Dashki. At least his dirt can be washed away He then makes his way to the mill. Once there, Hatim creates a clean sleeping area as far away from the others as he can manage.
Hatim gave a strange disgusted look in Dmitri's direction, then says in a low voice,"A mass amount of acid is going to be needed to wash away that filth." He then turned back to Undrella, and says, "If you do not mind me asking, what is this brew you speak of? I'm interested, and have some skill in this matter."
Listening to the woman speak of the snake’s head, made Hatim think. "Due to her lack of Alchemy skill, perhaps she would like to acquire some of its’ poison. It wasn’t that hard to gather." He gained a puzzled look, "But, what for?"
He then attempts to be nice as Dmitri did, ”What do you intend to do with the head?” but Hatim has a hard time keeping his words non-condescending.
Hatim is extremely wary of this woman the group has uncovered. He silently observes the situation, while his companions interrogate the new discovery. He looks about and sniffs the air; perhaps he could learn of her purpose here.
Sadly Hatim has Spellcraft but no detect magic... which is a requirement to identify the object. *Sarcasm* Maybe, just maybe, we could combine the powers of Angmar and Hatim. Muwhahaha! Okay, no. Angmar was suggesting that the mace could go to Hatim. He may be interested, but Hatim walked out of the building like a lost puppy-dog. So... he can't take it at the moment.
Hatim sulks keeping to himself; mentally beating himself up for taking his emotions for fact. Should have waited. I should focus on support…
Frustrated mutant Hatim pulls out a javelin moving forward.
His intent of striking the winged creature had now been completely ruined by that simple minded Kori. Hatim was disgusted by the fact that she had even touched it, but at least it would soon no longer be a problem. Hopefully, that brute has got a hold of it. He then turns to where Dashki stood, he too was in the way. Taking a deep breath in, Hatim, remembers to calm himself. Scowling, Hatim takes his Javelin begins to poison it.
Instead of rushing in and throwing explosives everywhere, Hatim, moves in through the doors while moving towards the front of the group he notices the flying thing ahead. At the sight of the thing he draws a vial. He is a little hesitant, but then swallows the mixture. His head twitches and he lets out an extremely loud growl that sounded like pain and anger. ”GRAAAAAAAA!”
Hatim silently hands Kori one of the vials of poison while shaking his head at Apollo. He then addresses Apollo coolly, "We are all a team, no need to break apart now. You will get your kills." Hatim stores the other vial of poison wrapped in a cloth and places it into his back pack. He then tries to quiet his gear as he spots the threat up ahead.
No you can't. I was intending to use it on my long spear because at third level I can apply poison to a weapon as a move action. So Hatim is working on becoming a better alchemist by stocking up, and learning new techniques as not to set group members on fire.
Yup, and it will be con-sucking poison in the near-far-far future.
Yes, I rolled it way back here. I was very pleased that day. Maybe due to Hatim's careful behavior it has given him good health.
Listening to the complaints of the group about moving on Hatim finishes gathering up what was needed to harvest the poison, and begins to pack. He plans to work of the poison over the next weeks, due to its impressive ability to drain the health.
After searching and turning up with nothing, Hatim then turns his attention back to the group.
Hatim then walked over to where Kori had decided to rest, covering his nose as he passed Dashki. Knowing he would have to be cautious due to Kori’s mention of poisoning ‘someone’, possibly him, with one of the snake’s teeth. But, Hatim felt somewhat responsible for the damage she had suffered.
Hatim, disliking the snake more than before pulls out a bomb while moving up.
Hatim following as quietly as he can, then spots the hideous snake. A slight chill ran down his spine as his face started to wear a scowl.
He then fixed his eyes on the snake, trying to see if he can recall anything about the creature. Whether he did or not; Hatim knew one thing... He whispers, "I want it to die." Quickly bringing out one of his Javelins while moving around the side of the room's wall; he then attempts to throw it at the snake.
Angry with the fact that he hesitated making him lose his grip. Hatim then lets out a muttered curse.
I hope I helped you understand Hatim's actions. I personally found nothing you said hurtful.
Apollo- Hatim doesn't know you, so from what he heard, he reacted to. Hatim is the sort of person due to his Intelligence will gather information from all sources. What he didn't understand, is why Apollo would solely go off of his own ideas alone. To Hatim that sounds a little selfish as for as the safety of the group. This was not to create an argument, but to clarify confusion.
Dmitri- Ya, you’d put Hatim into such a high OCD mode he might die. Haha
Hatim raises a brow at Apollo's remark, "I believe he confuses his own words, he says one thing, but yet means another. Also if they do hunt in packs; I don't see why he would not understand the hit and run concept. His impatience is reckless." Hatim is upset with himself because he didn't mean to sound as if he was completely destorying one of the party member's ideas, but he couldn't help to fear that his own safety would be as risk due to this selfish man. "We are a team, are we not?"
Hearing the banter back forth makes Hatim come to one conclusion, "If we rush, we will die. One cannot wipe out an infection at once; it must be weakened over time. I believe hitting small is the best choice." He then directs his voice towards the Dwarf, "I do not know of any Gods, but I do know your logic is sound."
Hatim, leaning against the wall waits for some form of team break up and assignment. He prepares his thoughts for a tactical mind-set; knowing that he would have hold back on his beloved explosives due to the stealth that would be required on such a mission. Which made his expression drop into a disappointed frown. His bombs were quick and dissolved most problems in one strike; more blood on his longspear would require him to acquire extra rags. Hatim lets out an almost silent sigh, and understands he will have to deal with it. There are other methods to being effective...
After a small while of observing he then notices everyone moving into a room. He follows staying behind everyone piling into a random room which they have seemed to clear out. Once inside he finds a nice space to lean against the wall. He watches the briefing intently, but is unsure what to think.
Blank faced Hatim follows up the stairs trying to not pay attention to the blood steps the pink haired man left behind. While avoiding stepping in the prints on the floor he mutters,"Ah, well you're a mess."
Hatim, wide eye out of disbelief of this man's condition lets go of his long spear and asks, "Whomever she is," he glances at the blood filled room with a twitch in his eye, but keeps a straight mouth expression, "Is she dead?" He then moves slowly and softly closes the now clean door, excepting the fact that the room was a lost cause.
Not entirely startled by the now opening door, Hatim finishes his cleaning by splashing the last bit of acid on the door. He steps back to see his handy work fully knowing he might have awaken or interrupted something or someone. But, he waits and places his hand on his long spear.
Can't promise that, he's more focused on the blood mess.
Yeah, Hatim isn't going to be too happy to find Dmitri...
Hatim coming upon the graffitied door, and stops in disgust automatically recognizing the writing as blood, a little dry, but still blood. Kicking back his repulse thoughts, he reads the message, but gives no heed to it. Instead he steps back, takes out a vial of acid, and then slowly and carefully pours the liquid onto the door. Sick behavior. Who would do such a thing, write with blood?
Hatim nodded his head at Kori in understanding, but didn't find it necessary to say anything further. He then stored his longspear, and then noticed a lizard type thing chewing at his feet. Alarmed he jumps slightly to the side, and takes a deep breath. It looked to him as though it had never had a bath or washing.
Hatim is now glad not to be taken as a joke, but thought that these were the only members of the group. He decides to ask, "This isn't all of you? Who is this Pain-lover, lizard friend? All of you have very strange names."
Hatim raises one brow in confusion and calmly says, Jokes? I believe he clearly misunderstood. If you mean the man who laughed at my answer about how I came to be here. looks down again to his longspear now clean of blood, but needed another 'once-over'. He pays no attention to the comment about measuring his worth.
Hatim just stands there, unsure if he is worthy of anything that could be picked up since he had just joined the group. Instead, he takes out a cloth and alcohol, and retreats to a pillar to lean against. He covers his mouth and nose with a sleeve, and then starts clean his longspear silently with care as not to get any blood on himself. Thinking he should have used a bomb, instead of dealing with the smell and blood.
Small amount of frustration appearing on his face, Hatim, again tries to stab. Noticing that his attack was not lined up right his brow increases downward in anger.
Hatim content with the small "kabobed" creature, then tries to sight out the next unclean annoyance. He doesn't seem bothered or concerned that the female had nothing to say to him.
Distracted by the left over blood from the first creature, Hatim fails to reach the goal he had in mind.
Hatim glances at the female who spoke to him, but was more distracted by the small creatures. He then attempts to answer the strong appearing female while raising his longspear. My name is Hatim, I'm here to help. The caravan is on their way, they pointed me in right direction. As far as my skill, I have no measure for it.
Hatim seems content but not pleased.
Hatim finally steps in the doorway, and turns his head towards the man who spoke.
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