"Bu-! Wha-! What was that nonsense?!" Hermann griped. "I've killed enough to not enjoy it, but damn if that wasn't just pathetic enough where I couldn't even get my spear up!"
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"Wow, nice!" exclaimed Hermann as Jokbur returned from his quick swim with no ill effects. "Now, when's the other shoe going to drop...?"
"Oh, for sure, Lady Ariella! That's why I didn't just shuck my armor and dive in!" he jested.
"Hey, Qui, what was that fancy magic thing you said you could do for pushing on doors? Can it pick up that skull? Yeah, I know, we'd better not... but, ..."
Did the door open at all, or is it still closed (and enchanted)?
"That was very impressive, Lady Ariella," Hermann complimented the priestess - brushing aside his frustration with himself to recognize that she was the one who'd carried the day. A short time later, he whispered to Jonas "Has she always been like that? I mean, she hadn't really fought with sword at all up til now..."
Round 3 "What'n...!" exclaims Hermann after being clearly bested by Lady Ariella as she not only hit but wounded the thing!
Privately ashamed, he tried again - his ego driving him to additional feats of strength. "GAH!" he growled in frustrated humiliation.
Round 2 Feeling a bit more confident he had the measure of the thing, Hermann put all his might into a powerful spear-thrust.
Such confidence, however, proved... ill-timed.
"You know," said Hermann aloud to no one in particular, "I think there's not a one of us who didn't expect one of those statues to come to life in this unholy blight!" Unlimbering his spear as he moved up to attack position, he thrust at it to measure its guard.
Hermann follows after Jokbur and Qui from what he thinks might be a safe distance to avoid any immediate ambushes, but close enough to support them in case of an attack.
"It isn't if you're more'n two foot tall, m'Lady. I can make something in a few minutes with some of the food I brought along... but I'm an old soldier, not a fancy cook, so don't expect too much compared to what you're surely used to," says Hermann. Making said breakfast, he offered the Hearths a pair of plates. "Not too badly burned, ha!"
In the "morning", Hermann checks on the Hearths. "Jonas, is she going to be okay?" he asked quietly.
"Lady...!" Hermann exclaims, forcibly not rushing to her side so that Jonas may, instead.
The interstate and other major highways are coated in half an inch of shear, polished ice. The unploughed or wind-blown-over roads are easier to travel than the cleared ones. If my company wasn't mega-lame, I would have worked from home today.
Hermann waits for the other shoe to drop before doing anything.
For those of you who live in the upper Midwest, driving to work today (and getting there two hours late) was the single worst, most-dangerous road conditions I've ever driven on. Given that those same conditions are supposed to have been similar to what those poor bastards in Atlanta went through, my sympathy for that cluster-F has gone up a couple of levels.
"Uhh, reawakening?"
"If you say so, Qui," says Hermann, who drops his massively-loaded backpack to get the rope. "Throw the end in?"
"I'm ready if you are... but I gotta wonder what kind of trouble those screaming things might bring down on us!"
"So, time for a lunch break to rest and regroup?" Hermann asks - only afterward wincing at the implication.
"Hermann SMASH!"
"C'mon, you guys! Do I have to do everything?"
"GODSDAMMITALL!"
Round 2 Hermann drops his longspear and draws his greatsword. Roaring wordlessly, he strikes savagely at the giant ant directly in front of him.
"How's that for bringing home the proverbial bacon, eh, Qui?!" he boasted, confident his blow killed the thing outright. Status hp 41, AC 20
"Hoo-ey! C'mon, Jonas - don't just stand there: get over here and squish these things like the insects they are!"
"Holy smokes!" blurts Hermann as giant ants emerge from around the corner. Keeping his cool through years of experience, he does his best to feed Qui's tribe for the next month.
"Heh, now you're talking my language, Lady Ariella: dinner!" Hermann grins. "That said, I have to wonder if that screaming thing is hiding something that could be valuable...!"
"So, now what? Qui or Jokbur, either of you want to check the next door down the hall, here? Or maybe there's a secret passage or something hidden! I don't know, this place is so weird..." he mutters, trailing off.
Hermann shakes his head in amazement. "Well, I'll be... ain't never thought I'd see something like just happened here!"
Hermann holds his position as a backup roadblock.
"I'm thinking I wish I had me a great big old maul right about now, Jonas," says Hermann. "I don't think my spear's going to dick to that thing... your pardon, Lady Ariella!" "Or acid, Ed?"
Hermann stands with the Hearths, readying an attack for when the thing gets near enough.
"I don't suppose I'm the only one that things that pulling the black stone out will unleash a reservoir that will drown us all?"
Round 5 Sensing the battle was nearly won, Hermann attacks the last spider.
Seeing only one spider remaining, Hermann moves to take super-Jonas' side.
Round 3 Hermann stands in place and turns to face the next spider now that the two in front were dealt with.
Round 2 If it's still alive, Hermann attacks #4, otherwise #1.
Round 1 "Holy smoke!" blurts Hermann after seeing Quirmydt deliver a devastating slice that nearly dismembered a spider. He then attacked that spider with the hope of finishing it off.
Status hp 41, AC 20, Bless
"Time to fetch me my crossbow...," mutters Hermann quietly, reaching around to his pack to unlimber his sole means of ranged firepower.
Hermann sleeps soundly, snoring "soundly". Waking up refreshed, he goes over his equipment making sure everything is cleaned up and ready to go for their next excursion. "What do you think? We ready to head back to Rappan Athuk, or should we get warmed up with something that's not going to rot our bones off in minutes?" Hermann talks with the locals as well, trying to get an idea of things they could do to earn some booty that had a lower chance of encountering exploding puss-zombies.
You can also use a demon's name to increase your success on Banishment for those characters who would not be comfortable with binding a demon.
Hermann slowly creaks down the stairs in the morning. Pale and haggard, he appears to have slept poorly if at all. "Uhhh, I feel terrible...," he manages to state to no one in particular. Seeing the staff of the Inn about their jobs as normal, he asks, "Is there a healer of some kind in town? I think we might've picked up something down there."
"What's down there, anyway? If it's that dangerous, how would anyone survive to come back and say so?"
"Won't she know anyways? Of course, it's been a long time since I've had good venison..."
"He means to initiate human-kind's mating rituals," Hermann "clarifies" for Qui, grinning in rarely-exercised good humor. "In the meantime, Jokbur, have you found anyplace where we can rest safely now that those worgs seem to be off our tail?"
"Alright, are we done here? With the exception of Froggy over there, there's no one that looks particularly good right now... and I could surely use a gallon or two of ale back at the Ferry!"
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