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Shoud we revise our single-file order? Kevan - Felix - Herskor - Esgean/Rejke - Jhessa - Aldmus? Initially we had decided to keep Herskor at the back to 'guard' our rear, but I am also ok with this option. This way I can offer more support to Felix up front.
Herskor dedicated himself to all the required menial tasks - his time spent with Arnama has taught him the value of the simple, but important chores. He made circuits of the explored areas inside the crypt, making sure they were secured, every once in a while dropping back to survey from afar the area where they fought the deadly shadow, and try to ensure it is not roaming. He helps Jhessa with washing the bandages in the clear water of the pool they found before. He refills everyone's waterskins. He drags corpses out and away from the crypt, he brews the coffee, and he stands watch waiting for Esgean and Rejke whenever they are out. Always in silence, his thoughts his own.
@Herskor I am going to move you since you said you wanted to attack and move. Thanks!
Sorry to hear it DM JR. No rush, and hope everyone is on the mend.
@Aldmus: I am sorry for your loss. My condolences to you and the family.
”Damn this!” - Herskor snarled, swinging hard.
Then he moves away from the deadly creature.
Growling away the pain, Herskor retrieves his own magical oil, and applies it to his weapon.
Wasn't the shadow 5' back from the position it is now? I may have missed it, but I could swear Herskor was not in melee reach.
You are no mook, but I am :P
Herskor digs into the paladin's backpack - "I have one also!" - he roared, scolding himself, trying to fish the unguent out as quickly as possible, to apply it to his companion's weapon.
I am one of the mooks who forgot he had an oil of magic weapon :P I guess we can assume Herskor knows what that is?
"Stand back from it Felix! - Herskor growls, himself keeping a distance from the creature, and defending himself as best as possible.
"How do we kill it?!" - Herskor growled, waiting for a chance to move forward and attack.
"Perhaps if we allow it a moment, it will waft away?" - Herskor grunted from the back - "I don't remember seeing any bucket"
"These will fill your belly and sustain you as well as work some small healing power. You may have the rest, if you like. I'll make more later." "Thank you Esgean" - the half-orc nodded, eating the berries, one a at a time.
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Herskor checks the contents of the backpack, then transfers his own possessions into the new, much better one. Once done, he approaches the table, grabs a quail and sniffs it - not finding anything 'off' with it he shrugs, and takes a big bite - "Unless someone is moving ahead of us to make our life easier if we get into trouble? If this is part of some game..."
Still more charismatic than Herskor ;)
Herskor ponders Aldmus' words for a few seconds, then nods and silently moves to approach Esgean and Jhessa - "I... I am wounded" - the half-orc stammers, his head low - "I would accept any healing you may have to offer" "And I will gladly taste one of those magical berries" - he added to Esgean specifically.
In Herskor's head the conversation does not make much sense - if someone can heal him, they should just do it. If someone has a pot to offer, it should be offered. He will not ask for it - he is just a young, proud half-orc :P
"I'll be fine" - Herskor insists stubbornly, then adds proudly in orcish - "No one needs to ask for my bow or shield to be there to defend them. It just is. Why should I need to ask for healing when I am wounded?"
"Herksor, you still look like you're suffering from the beating that statue gave us yesterday. You are probably the strongest of all of us, and we may need that strength to deal with whatever we have to face today. I'd really like it if you were at full health. Just in case." "Just a flesh wound..." - the half-orc grumbled.
"I am fine" - Herskor grunts - "Thank you, but no healing is required"
Herskor heavily gets up in the morning, gathering his gear and preparing to move out with the others - "Good idea - we should fill up our waterskins"
Happy New Year everyone!
Merry Christmas everyone! :)
Sorry to hear that Dm JR - wish you and your family a speedy recovery! And hope everyone else stays healthy and safe!
Hey everyone. Wanted to let you know I will be traveling from the 19th December through the 3rd January, visiting family and so forth. I expect to have some time for posting but... It is completely unpredictable :D Feel free to bot me as needed!
Herskor stands watch at the back of the line, in case of a dastardly ambush.
Hey DMJR, crazy is to be expected with babies, so good to hear everything is normal ;)
Herskor is surprised as Aldmus suddenly decides to get in the pool of water, instead of him making a couple more dives. With a shrug, the half-orc pulls himself out of the pool, then takes out the only piece of clothing he was wearing - his loincloth - and twists it to get as much water out of it as possible. Then he puts on his clothes, and hands the wet piece from a strap on his backpack to dry. "Maybe they did not have time to finish padding them all?" - he adds in reply to Jhessa - "Why are they padded in the first place though?"
Esgean casts Guidance on Herskor and then grabs hold of the rope behind Felix. "Be safe," she says to her friend before he jumps in. "I will" - he paused before diving - "Else I expect you to come get me" - then splashed in. DM JR:
Since there are so many keys, Herskor grabs as many as he can, and swims back up. Herskor emerges again, his hands carrying several keys - "There are at least a hundred keys at the bottom, so I brought a few back up" - he explained - "Maybe the one we are looking for is of them? A magic one? 'Magic is the key'?"
@Dm Joseph Rauel: Herskor should be able to see in the dark with his Darkvision, right?
"Ok then, I will take a look" - Herskor nods, and strips down to his loincloth. You can see scarring on his back, and some kind of intricate tattoo covering his shoulders and upper arms. Then he ties one of their ropes around his waist, and hands the other end to Felix - "Pull me out if something tries to eat me" - he smiled, grabbing a dagger between his teeth, and diving into the pool.
”The disembodied voice said magic is the key” - Herskor continued - ”Could this mean some sort of spell is required to open these doors?”
As Herskor mentions them arriving to prepare the tomb, Roldare nods between sips of water; “Yes… we come in and lesson the traps of this tomb… pillows in the pits… blunt arrows instead of arrows… pad the blades…” Looking as if he disappointed a child on Christmas who was just revealed that Saint Nicolas is not real; “We have done it for years… and the leaders before us did it too… and before them… but this time something evil happened… walking bones…” saying those words brings him mentally back to the night when it happened and he starts to close up a little. ”So this is all a farse…” - Herskor pondered - ”A farse gone terribly wrong” —————
”If we are sure we need whatever it is that lies at the bottom of the pool, I can dive for it” - the half-orc shrugged.
Been there, done that. Best wishes!
As Jhessa addresses the poor man, Herskor approaches also - "And what do you mean exactly when you say 'you arrived to prepare the tomb for our first adventure...?" - the half-orc seems confused.
Big congrats! You and your wife are braver than me and mine, deciding to go on the '3rd adventure', but what an amazing Christmas gift ;)
"I wonder what he was doing here...?" - Herskor ponders to his companions, as they wait for Roldare to reply to Esgean.
Herskor hears Felix's reaction and draws his bow, readying an attack in case his companion's diplomatic efforts fail, and if he can manage a miraculous line of sight to whomever is their adversary.
Herskor puts Aldmus down, and immediately goes to slam the 'beetle chamber' door shut - "They are mostly scavengers - if we leave them alone, they will probably do the same" - he added - "For now..."
How far back would Herskor have been able to pull Aldmus?
Happy Thanksgiving from all the way across the Atlantic! ;)
Felix stumbles back from the pile of trash."Felix! Run!" the terror in his voice is plapable, and it's everything Aldmus can do to retain his composure and hold his ground.Aldmus' shout pierces the fog in Felix's mind. Seeing the others running into the hallway, the paladin decides that's where he needs to be, and follows.
After Aldmus’ spell, and somehow managing to rip his eyes away from the unclothed Esgean, Herskor steps forward to grab Felix and drag his companion away from the beetles - ”We need to get out of here” - he grunted.
The room is too crowded for the ranger to be able to get a clear shot, which is probably for the best, as Herskor is not happy they are simply jumping into conclusions and attacking creatures who might be only protecting their lair.
He stands watch at the intersection.
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