"I don't know if I can take any more of a battering, unless someone can cure me some." The halfling tries to avoid looking the ranger in the eye, clearly embarrassed.
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If anyone's still up, Horster closes in and attacks with his daggers:
"Zombies", groans Horster as he stows his bow away, knowing he stands a better chance with his daggers. "Time to get these hands dirty..."
Horster takes a shot at the last surviving spider.
Horster follows Morgan's lead and lets an arrow loose.
"I've got some chalk if you want to spare your knife from being blunted, Lorcan"
Horster bends down over Kelgan, closing the dwarf's eyes with a bloody hand. After a moment's silence, he drags the body off the lift and proceeds to go through his pockets...
wave 3
"M'til, can you channel anymore?!", shouts Horster, seeing Kelgan badly cut up.
that's 10 rounds... if we survive...
Second wave
"This is bloody ridiculous!"
"Damn you b*stards!", yells Horster, bracing himself against further attacks.
Horster is armed at at the ready, following. He chuckles at Crom's version of trade and diplomacy. :)
"Or maybe some elf blood, suggests Horster. "Nothing too brutal", he adds as an afterthought.
"What the...? I'm going after him!" Horster grabs the hat and puts it on, pulling the lever.
"She means no harm, my lady. We're here to liberate this place of evil. Would you help us?", butts in Horster in Elven, pushing Morgan and her sword aside.
Upon examining the words above the arches, Horster informs the others, "The words translate somewhat to: Once the portal is crossed, make no mistake, part of my treasury you will make. It could be a warning saying that we'll be trapped here like all of this gold. "Or maybe it's all just lying there for the taking...", he muses.
Horster's snuck on as well. No time for mucking about with bows on this thing. He draws a dagger in his offhand and makes sure his rapier's within reach, but not drawn in case he needs the hand to keep balance.
As a GM you can modify the story/difficulty without your players knowing if you want to avoid a bloodbath. Anyway, let's roll with it... (pardon the pun) :) But don't take it as too much criticism - we're all enjoying this :)
Not necessarily, but making them all the more suggestive to say by whatever means possible might be better than just putting the words into a PC's mouth... ;) If we go along with Horster saying the words, I'm sure he'd do so only after warning his friends that some stuff may go down so that they would be prepared to react. Halflings are curious, but Horster used to be a spy and knows when to control his impulses.
"I know Elvish when I see it, but this is something different... Can't make head nor feet of it."
+1 for traps "Don't mind the moaning. That's just the wind working its way through those statues' mouths. Let's press on."
Horster stuff the gems down his pockets. "We'll divvy up these beauties later. Let's get a move on." He draws his bow and recedes towards the wall to get a good position against the intruder. Or are we the intruders here? Ah, well...
Horster has a go himself, getting those little fingers into the earth.
Horster attempts keeping up with the dwarfs. He feels the urge to throw up...
...and does so upon the boot of the fallen priest of Vathris.
Horster purses his lips and gives a low whistle. He looks around trying to find any signs of life amongst this total carnage.
"Crom, do you see that glitter in the rubble?"
Horster makes a quick note of any clues the bedroom may offer as to its owner. He searches the desk and bed for secret compartments.
Horster blinks his eyes as panther blood splurts onto his face.
Horster draws his rapier and dagger, attacking the nearest panther.
Horster asks the snake, "Is there another way to get to the tower? If not, we might have to go the same way the Rahib did..." He's also curious if the snake indeed wishes to help them...
Horster looks around for something the dwarfs can use as a ram. His eyes linger a moment on Ozmund, wondering if the wizard may have a quicker solution...
Crom, I think the DM said HP is half your hit die plus one - so you get 6 :)
"Oh, believe me, that I know...", says Horster, re-positioning one of his dagger-holders to his right side and then practising drawing both his weapons in one fluid motion. He goes up to the only other person around that's his height, pats the gnome on the back, asking, "And how are you feeling after all that, Lorcan?"
"She's all yours, but hope you still keep me company with that bow of yours from time to time - I've picked up a lot from you..."
Horster is levelled up. He now also has Elven in his arsenal of languages and has taken Two-Weapon Fighting as his feat.
"Welcome back, my friend! We almost lost you there..."
"Well the gems and birds look like they'd be worth something - maybe they're enough to get Lorcan back. Mit'l, try asking the golem if they suffice. If not, it may have to be one of the magical items..." Horster looks about to see what the others think about the matter at hand.
Horster carefully puts his lock-picks back into their case, taking his time so as to look all the more professional. His curiosity then gets the better of him as he casts a look at the gems and birds.
Horster fumbles about his pouches to produce a set of lock picks that have been stored neatly in oiled leather even though they haven't seen much use of late. He gets down on one knee while mentioning to Crom, "These should hopefully do the job, but remind me to pick up some better ones when we're back in town, seeing as I now have the cash...", and then as an afterthought, "...if we do make it out of here that is, hehe." With an uneasy laugh, he begins to work at the locks.
"Ho! Check out these stairs, friends! Dungeons always lead to secret stashes of gold...", says Horster, keen to explore more but unsure of going alone.
"So maybe it's better finding a way around, unless Ozzy's up for it...", he says, looking enquiringly at the wizard.
"Do we have time to take that thing down, or is there a way around it?", Horster says to the ranger.
Horster agrees with Crom, "Let's be done with this foul business before we land into more trouble. Lorcan's body's getting colder by the minute."
Horster pulls out his bow and looses an arrow at whichever of the Siswa he has the best shot on.
Horster looks at the others nervously and gets his bow out, clearly hesitant to get up close to the monster. Whispering to Morgan, "How about we try take down the priest while the others keep that thing busy?"
I guess after the next battle, which seems to be a boss fight, unless we all get slaughtered...
Seems like taking down that golem and its master might be the only way to get some answers here...
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