"No way. We're getting out of this together."
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"What the heck is that halfling doing!?", the half-orc thinks to himself.
"GET 'IM! He's hidin' something we be needin'! If we don't get it we'll never be gettin' out o' here!" - Hrokon immediately starts backing away rather quickly - headed for the west arm of the Pacstone chamber.
- Hrokon rolls his eyes at his partner's dubious theatrics. While the rest of the party has formed a line, he takes a position off to the left (west) side, keeping his distance
For his part, Hrokon seems to be making a point of keeping his back to the south wall, still with his sword and shield in hand.
My handsome visage is now added to the NPC images folder. Don't try to ape my style, cause I'm the real Slim Shady.
Hrokon, for the moment, appears silent - looking every bit as confused as Breach and Xerissa.
A Leap of Faith
Just as things could not get any more bizarre, a stone sarcophagus lid comes crashing down the shaft like a missile. While it lands close to Hurgah, it is not close enough that he is in any serious jeopardy. ("fails")
("fails") Hrokon fails to hold on. With minimal grace he tumbles down the shaft, picking up more and more speed. An obscure orcish cuss-word echoes throughout the tube. (“applies”) There is then a second crash as the big man plows into the stone floor. For a second he remains still, but then slowly raises his head. A pained expression across his toothy face betrays the sheer number of cracked ribs in his body.
". . . Half-Orc! Jump down the shaft and get away from that Fiend! I will heal your wounds and you can face him with us at your back!" -
Rhokon withdraws from the lip of the shaft above. Hey may have dropped his hand crossbow. He seems to have drawn his over-sized shield in front of him before disappearing from view. “Do it now! Do it now!”
("hits") + poison ("applies")
As soon as the dwarf begins to call upon the wrath of his god, the ambusher above reacts. There is a soft click of a trigger followed by a whisper of a "twang". A tiny darkwood bolt flies down the shaft, striking the gigantic Hurgah right in the neck. The Reaver wastes no time in clawing it out of his body, but he can smell that something foul and wet coats the bolt. -----
He does though need to make a DC 24 Fortitude save. It turns out Hrokon wasn't bluffing about the poison. It's a nasty one too.
"You break him, none of you leave here alive," the voice answers. "This pyramid becomes your tomb." Then he calls:"Hang tight little buddy, we'll have this straightened out real quick." Rather than answer though, the now upside down and gagged Xaven simply begins to turn a deeper shade of red. The ambusher makes no sign of lowering his "toy".
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