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Ingra turns her attention to the lone goblin druid. "Скажи мне, Гоблин, ты боишься? Вы не будете долго." Goblin:
"Tell me, Goblin, are you afraid? You won't be for long." And she swings to finish the battle.
Unfortunately, her over-confidence gave the Goblin a away of dodging her attack. Missing after saying such a thing made her glad she spoke in goblin, and she hoped not many of the others had understood.
"За Morgrym!" Dwarven:
"For Morgrym!" And with that she attacks the hobgoblin.
And with a mighty swing of her greatsword she cleaves the remaining life out of the hobgoblin, avenging her fallen kin. "That's two! If you finish off this one, we go to the living quarters for a tie breaker!"
Ingra scoffs, her eyes unaffected by the magical darkness. She swings at the next goblin.
Unfortunately, she slips the previous goblin, causing her attack to barely miss its friend. "Mən növbəti dəfə qaçırmayacağam." Goblin: "I won't miss next time"
Ingra follows Morgrym going left as he went right and striking at the goblin with her greatsword.
She cleaves it in two, it's tiny goblin innards spilling onto the stone floor. "Take that yer vermin!" she exclaims, happy to finally have begun the game. "Это один!" she shouts, facing the next goblin with a grin on her face. Dwarven: "That's one!" she shouts, facing the goblin but clearly talking to Rhona.
"I thought he was talking about the woman we just freed from that circle? How many more people have these bastards taken?!"
Ingra stares hard in focus, backtracking in her mind through the dungeon. Though they hadn't come the route he was describing, she attempted to visualise it from what was being said and the rooms, stairs, and doors they had taken.
If she can figure that out:
"That's back up to where we found that guard half eaten. I don't think we've taken the stairs to this dusty room." After thinking it over she addresses the bruised alchemist. "Some of our comrades have taken to escorting other injured prisoners out of the dungeon not too long ago. If you can, you may be able to catch up with them. If you don't think you are able to venture that far alone, we'll take you to them. Or, you can stay and fight. It's up to you. Anything you can tell us about their chieftain would be helpful."
Ingra stows her blade. Frustrated she was of no help battling such a simple obstacle, she looks intently at the runes and the surrounding room, racking her brain for anything she could contribute. +2 if stonecunning applies
She had to admit, she was fascinated by the magic lightning. Kord was the God of storms after all, so anything that reminded her of her God was always of interest.
Not seeing a whole lot more she can do, she attacks the centipedes again. "If at first yer don't succeed..."
As she swings once again Tempest catches on the stone roof, staying her strike. "Вы находите то место, где вы слишком высоки, и размахиваете мечом против врага, побежденного туфлями!" Dwarven: "You find the one place you're too tall swing a sword against an enemy defeated by shoes!"
Sorry for my inactivity. It was hard to find my groove again after having no income or so long and battling with Centrelink, debt collectors, and finding out that I'm on the spectrum from my psychiatrist and arranging a bunch of tests to figure out where it's affecting my life and how severely. Plus side is my payments are back and I've come to an arrangement with my debt people! Hope everyone has a great new year!
Ingra had simply been listening and following thus far. While she was proud of her strength, she hadn't accounted for so much climbing and additional activity and all her armour plus her greatsword were beginning to be heavier than they'd every been. So she'd decided against engaging anyone, least her irritation get the best of her. She takes aim at the centipedes attacking Rhona and brings Tempest down into the wriggling mass.
She lets out a few explicitly Dwarven insults to relieve some of her pent up frustration as the greatsword is swung.
XD
We got to the stage where we'd record names, dates, times, take photos etc to prove that if anything happened we had done our part and they had stuffed up. They lost my tax file number so often Mum wrote it on the copy of my birth certificate we have them.
Sorry again for the slow posts. I lost my only source of income a few weeks ago and have been trying to get finances sorted. Centrelink is a b!$@+.
Ingra enters the room with the others but also hesitates when the woman speaks. "Speak quickly, woman. I suggest you keep still as well. Anything that even looks like you're casting and you know what will happen." Without taking her eyes off the old caster, she nods her head towards the door. "Someone close that door. We don't need any additional attention." Ingra studies the woman, getting a feel for her, before taking a better look at the ritual set up.
Ingra eases her way towards Morgrym. "Оставайтесь на суде, брат. Лучше позволить женщине-виновнице иметь последние слова, чем убить невиновного в невежестве. Насколько мы знаем, она может быть одним из заключенных, которых мы ищем. Ритуал был прерван, теперь мы выяснили, для чего это было." Dwarven: "Stay your judgement, Brother. Better to let a guilty woman have some last words than to murder an innocent one in ignorance. For all we know she may be one of the prisoners we are searching for. The ritual has been interrupted, now we find out what it was for. After that, do as you believe is right"
"All those that can't fight should go back up. I'll wait. I'm not letting this mage finish whatever she's started though. Rituals are powerful, and if she's against good, whatever that means, then whatever she's doing can't be allowed to happen." Ingra readies her greatsword and prepares to charge into the room when those who would get caught in the fray and are unable to fight clear the area. "I suggest ya make haste. I've never been the patient sort."
We've had pretty bad thunderstorms and our internet has been out for at least 5 days.
Try and post today, as I'll be hotspotting on my laptop via my phone, but until we get it back I need to be conservative with data so it doesn't cost me an arm and a leg.
Ingra wastes no time before rushing over towards where Rhona had dragged the unconscious body of Zalindra, picking up the other dwarf's axe on her way over. "What the bloody hell are drakes doing in a goblin den? Last thing we need is those little pyromaniacs getting along with fire-breathing monsters." She passes Rhona her axe before kneeling down and looking over the wounded woman. "Not sure how much this will help, but it's better than nothing." she says, as she begins making signs with her hands and chanting an incantation. Her hand begins to glow with a golden-white light ever so faintly, and she places it on Zalindra's forehead.
As the light fades and Zalindra begins to wake, Ingra leaves her in Rhona's care and darts over to Aelion. Once again kneeling down, she looks over the fallen monk. "Sorry friend, I only have one good heal in me a day. Hang in there, alright?" She begins chanting again, though this one is shorter and the glow much fainter. Placing her hand on his forehead, the glow dies, but Aelion's wounds stop bleeding and his breathing returns to a steady pace, almost as if he were sleeping.
Standing up, Ingra surveys the battlefield, and the beating they had taken. "Now what? If we get any more surprises like this, we'll be the ones in need of rescuing. Without a proper way to heal up, it'd be daft to continue any further. We need either a plan, or to retreat, rest, regroup, and try again when we're back to full strength."
As Javos is cutting down the first drake, Ingra makes her way to the other, hoping her focus better enables her to land a hit this time.
Whoops wrong thread
Ingra turns to see one of the drake's not 15ft from where she landed.
She isn't fast enough, and the beast leaps away from her attack, using its wings to boost its speed and distance. It lands back where it was, now aware of the dwarf's hostile presence.
Ingra turns to see one of the drakes not 15ft from where she landed.
She isn't fast enough, and the beast leaps away from her attack, using its wings to boost its speed and distance. It lands back where it was, now aware of the dwarf's hostile presence.
Ingra sees the flashes of fire and hears the startled cries of her companions. Grabbing the rope, she climbs down the rope, trying to balance caution and haste in the process.
Ingra looks at the party that haven't descended into the pit yet. "I think someone should take the non-combatants away from here. Kra'el, ya can hardly fight with a fevered woman in yer arms, and the sooner she gets help the better her chances. Are we going to carry her down into a hole full of waste? Yer the best able ta defend them if ya run inta trouble. I doubt anyone else could move her around so easily." She casts her eyes down the hole, and grabs the rope, turning to Kra'el. "If you don't want ta take them, I will even if I'll lose the bet". she grumbles under her breath.
Ingra places her greatsword down and retrieves a waterskin from her pack. Cradling the woman best she can, Ingra attempts to get her to drink. Dehydration wasn't going to help her fight the fever. Her heart went out to the woman. She was a bit surprised by how affected she was. She gently retrieved some rations from her packs after the girl finished drinking, encouraging her to take a few bites, though it proves difficult with the hard food. She looks over at Morgrym as he approaches. "Я могу помочь, если вам нужна помощь. У меня также есть исцеляющая магия и я знаю первую помощь. просто скажите мне, что делать." Dwarven: "I can help if you need any assistance. I also have healing magic and know first aid. Just tell me what to do."
"There there lass. Yer safe for now. Let's try and gather yer senses."
Ingra pats the girls hair gently. Just to cover all her bases, Ingra looks over her to see if any first aid is needed. Then again to see if she can get any idea of she happened to her.
Once she has done all she can fit the woman, she'll take a closer look around the room, particularly the alter and statues. (22)
Ingra swings at the rat in front of her.
Us dwarves all look tha same do we?
Ingra looks at her group, slowly losing her patience. "What's with all the talking? They're just rats. Some situations the obvious move is the best one." She draws her greatsword, and steps into the hallway. "Oi! Vermin! Come and say hello!"
Ingra smiles. It was good to have another dwarf around. "Clear'em out. You don't find a rat nest and let it be. We can't them off, not after they came right into town. Need to let others know that Brindol is prepared for battle, and isn't to be triffled with." She leans in on her greatsword, grinning at Rhonda. "Wanna turn it into a competition this time round?" She looked over at the bastard sword. It's a fine looking weapon but she'd never used one before. She looks at her greatsword and spins it on its point. Smiling, she places it on her shoulder, confident in her home towns weapon quality.
Ingra puts hands to stone, but even with help, the lid has been made to stop this exact thing from happening. "Hmm. I'm sure all of us could budge it together. Or we can just leave it until we find the captives. Hate for something useful to be left behind though."
"Bane." Ingra stats as she approaches to stand next to Cecilia. "Not surprising. Evil God of War and Conquest. Would be almost insulting not to have an alter to him, all things considered." She contemplates destroying it, but the wrath of the gods with such a direct attack isn't what they need at the moment. Maybe on the way back? She follows her over the massive pit, crinkling her nose when the smell of it all makes itself known. She straightens herself and walks away, back to the central group. "Goblins are cleaner than I thought. Wondered why we weren't trekking through their wastes. It's all down there. I think Rhona's hit the nail on the head. These are gobliniods, if they aren't eatin', then they're killin'. Can't see how that's a big jump in logic. Maybe not what the Rivenroars' had in mind, but goblins are as stupid as they are vicious." She raises an eyebrow at Javos. "Tomb raiders now are we? Good idea. At worst, we need to cut down some prematurely awaken zombies. I think everyone involved needs some kind of compensation though. Then we look for these kids, yeah?"
How is everyone still on level 1 XD Also yes but if someone could give a recap of knowledge that Ingra would know that'd be awesome.
Hey guys, sorry for the vanishing act. Medical issues arise right after I started Uni and that's been my life for the past like 5 months? Setting Copperhair was super confusing XD But just letting you know that I can reappear if needed. I'll only be active in one or two campaigns instead of the 7 or something I was in before I vanished. Otherwise I'm really sorry. And really grateful for the DM allowing this character to be created.
Sorry for the inactivity guys.
She's been isolated to one room and I need to keep an eye on her to make sure there's no infection, stop her from scratching it open, give her medication etc. Her face has swollen up and I've just been really focused on watching for any sign of deterioration since we have no idea what actually attacked her. So haven't been in the right mindset to post, but hopefully she'll be out of the woods soon. Again sorry for not posting. Bot me if you need to, I should be back soon.
How close are we to leveling? If you don't mind me asking.
"I can see in the dark... Suppose I could try. Worst comes to worst, at least I should be able to give the heads up. I know stone pretty well. Can spot hidden things easier in stonework than I can anywhere else. So, what's our order?" While waiting, Ingra casts Guidance on herself, planning to whenever it runs out or she uses it. Don't know why I didn't have it prepared to begin with... Though she didn't think she'd be needing Kord's help so soon.
Ingra picks at some of the dried tar on her armor, the burns minor but uncomfortable. "I can take a watch. I might not have hit anything, but I guarantee you'll hear me if I want you to. But I'd like to sleep off some of these burns and scrapes. I'll take second watch, maybe 2 hours? Whatever ya need me ya do." Ingra took a seat, feeling more exhausted than she had in a long time. Training was tiring, but real battle took tolls on the mind and emotions as well. She went to take a swig of her stout, but settled for a whiff instead. She didn't know when she'd be able to refill and didn't want to waste it.
"What exactly would you do with it? Let it go so it can warn the others? Bring it with us so we have something that needs constant guarding? Or tie it to a tree so that it can slowly die of dehydration or be ripped apart by a wild animal?" Ingra stops and thinks. "A'right, that last one does sound tempting, but if it gets loose then we still have it running off and warning others. If you're conflicted K'rael, I don't recall it surrendering ta me."
Rofl
Or you can write it up to Ingra being horrible with names XD Up to you. Whatever makes most sense gameplay wise
Ingra spits on the ground, frustrated that her lack of combat experience would be so obvious during such a crisis. Dwarven:
"Who would've guessed the little buggers were so hard to hit." She grumbled under her breath in her native tongue, before approaching the others. "Well done everyone. Callistra, I apologise for earlier. Your leadership here outweighs whatever shortcomings I believed you and Zalindra had. Guess I have a lot more to learn about humans than biology." Ingra was proud, but she had put too much importance on night vision, as clearly displayed by her inability to hit her targets. She would carry that lesson to other races in the future. Her pride wouldn't get in the way of admitting that she was wrong... Horses she had judged 100% correctly though and she wasn't looking forward to getting back on hers.
Ingra, frustrated for what seems to be the hundredth time in one night, gives a battle cry as she swings yet again at the illusive, balloon headed, green skinned, bloody pustul on Ingra's existence.
Ingra just focuses on her own enemies, taking another swing at the goblin.
Apparently, being able to see an opponent does not automatically equate to hitting it, as once again, Ingra's swing misses the target. Dwarven:
"Son of Troglodyte whore! Goblin:
"Sinruth is a soft headed, soft bodied, spineless dog! And his mother looked like a horse!" Was Ingra one to resort to insults when angry? Apparently she was, though she had to try and not accidentally compliment the goblins.
Ingra takes a step towards the (green) Goblin, uninhibited by the darkness and swings at it with her greatsword.
Sorry for the inconsistent posting everyone. It was my first week at uni this week and I go 4 days so I've been pretty overloaded with getting assessment schedules and study and traveling there and back. I still want to play, but I'll let everyone know if it gets too much for me to keep going.
Ingra turns her attention to where the two attacks against her came from. Seeing clearly in the dark, she runs towards the hiding goblins.
Ingra nods her thanks to Aelion, and tries to keep looking confident despite her clear discomfort on horseback. "Ah! Gord I'm daft! Those who can see in the dark should simply ride ahead and give a whistle when they find something. There's more than one of us, so one could even back track to tell the others. So long as we stay within whistling distant, one group can alert the other! Or maybe 2 groups, each with one who can see in the dark scouting, a tracker looking for tracks in the light and the others aiding... She suddenly curses under her breath. "Don't suppose it's too late to go back to the council and get some healing done? I'm fine scouting ahead but if I run into trouble I'd like to be at my best to hold em of while back up comes. She looks around at the group and seems to realise something else. "Actually, don't suppose they could spare a healer or something in general? We already know the Old Man's bleeding a little, we should have someone close that can give him treatment." Ingra looks a bit sheepish, she really should've thought of all this back with the council. She drew some comfort that no one else had brought it up either.
Awesome! Now I feel like a derp.
Oooooh.
The Hunt:
"Will someone help me get on this damn thing!"
Ingra cries out in frustration, each attempt to get he foot in the stirrup resulting in the already skittish horse momentarily moving out of reach. "And who's going to be the lucky devil who helps me off when we need to fight, eh? I look like I'd crush half of ya' if ya' even tried! Galloping off to follow tracks from the back of a nervous animal in the middle of the night with only, what , 2 people who can see in the dark? Do we have our torches lit and singing voices warmed up? Maybe some war drums?..." Ingra continues to grumble and complain, mostly from her increasingly negative relationship she is developing with her horse, but also from her frustration at the lack of ration this plan has. She was willing, for the most part, to believe that these people at least had some idea of what they were doing. She'd never worked with any other race besides dwarves, and these past few hours had at least proven most of her new allies to be capable, or at the very least tenacious. Even if this idea clearly didn't care for her height or effectiveness from horseback. Dwarven:
"I swear if you don't stand still I'm gonna let the goblins eat you!"
The Hunt: Gah. I hate riding.
Ingra took a horse with a begrudging nod. She didn't know how the Elves could follow tracks from horse back, nor how anyone expected her to be able to get on and off one without aid. Having lived in the Hold all her life, horses only pulled trading carts. Everything else was either donkeys, mules, or other dwarves. It was so dark now even the Elves low-light vision must be getting stretched to the limit. She followed the others to the bridge, it would seem that speed was more important than stealth now, and she resigned to agreeing with that. Gord guide us. I pray we aren't too late.
The Hunt for Sertanian: Ingra is tempted to say that they started it but realises how childish that sounds, especially in front of the council of Brindol and veterans of the War of the Red Hand.
"Appologies for any disrespect. I only meant we did all we could given the circumstances. All we want is to be allowed to continue the search." Ingra reigned in her temper, but that wouldn't last for long. If any more talking was to be done, she'd cross the bridge alone if she had to. And as selfish as it sounded, keeping her word meant more to her than assisting with whatever other problems Brindol was facing. This threat was imminent. An army could not be allowed to gather under the stolen relics.
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