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Guys, I hate to have to do this, but as the more observant of you may have noticed I've been doing it across the board - I'm going to have to drop out of Serpent's Skull. RL work is building up more and more, and I can't afford to give this the time it deserves. It's been really great playing with you guys, have fun getting off the island.
Slipping into a blissful state of happiness as his mind is filled with the wonderful scent, James tries his best to move towards the creeper, but is momentarily blinded by Ambroze's magic.
James lets out a gutteral grunt somewhere between a growl and a snarl as the things hit him, before swinging wildly at one and lashing out with another keen bite.
James stands ready to protect his friends, but as it turns out his assistance is not even necessary, and the thing is easily hacked to bits. "If these plants constantly create zombies could it be that this is where all the undeath on this island comes from? Surely we should destroy it then?"
James is taken completely by surprise as the trap catches around his leg, barely managing to hold against it until Chi can remove the cord. He thanks her sincerely for her help.
"Perhaps we should ask them what is wrong?"
James is very uncomfortable throughout the whole discussion with the Admiral, he's nervous the presence of such a sapient undead and simply stands protectively behind Gwen as she talks the man down. Ambroze's song seems to sooth his nerves though. As the group begin to search the ship, James quietly and thoughtfully joins them...
"Jask," James says, approaching the Cleric, "did you say that Nethys would grant you restorative powers this morning? I am still feeling... affected by the Allip."
James refuses to let up, his vision clouded and his blood pounding as he fights to save his friends, all he sees is the blackness.
Yeah, the atmosphere was great, wish I had time to play in more games, the rest of yours all look great.
Snarling furiously James delivers another vicious pair of attacks to the thing.
Blind to all but the blackness the hounds him, slowly driving him mad inside his own skull, James pursues the thing as it flees inside the skeletal remains. Striking out hard, uncaring of what it is within.
Shuddering at the feeling of the shadow ripping at his soul, James seems to enter a cold anger quite unlike his usual rage, nipping at the thing and striking at it with incredible precision.
"I see it too," James murmers, drawing his blade and watching carefully as they advance. The Shoanti has been quiet since they found this vessel, the whole place unsettles him.
"Then how could a simple mistake cause you so much trouble Gelik?"
"Sure," James answers with a shrug, "I could use a break. So... what was this mix up then?"
"Hello everyone!" James greets the rest of castaways with a smile, "we ended up heading back early after some business with an undead crew on one of the wrecks. Gelik, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly is your position with the Pathfinders?"
James looks a lot better, but some of the deeper bruises stubbornly refuse to heal, apparently the Shoanti took a significant amount of abuse. "That's much better Gwen, I'm sure Jask can help me a little with the rest when we get back to camp. Here, let's head home."
James is sat on the deck breathing heavily, horrible slashing lacerations covering his body where the scimitar has dug into his flesh. "Actually I'd like a moment if that's alright Chi," he grunts, obviously in pain, but suppressing it, "in fact I might have to call it a day..."
James gathers up any loot the group find as usual.
Shrugging off damage that kill any ordinary man, James eyes narrow as he focusses his fury upon the source of the attacks.
His hair sharpening to point like needles, his teeth lengthening, and skin growing tough, James almost seems to begin to metamorphosise into a beast as he roars in fury and charges towards the Captain, sword held high.
"Here, you're a better shot than me." James says, passing the flask to Tun'ada.
"We do have this," James offers, retrieving the holy water the group found from his pack.
"If they died recently they must have come from somewhere on the island..." James muses, drawing his sword.
James claims the buckler from the stash, and takes to wearing it on his forearm, he stores the money in the group chest from the captain's cabin on the Jenivere and leaves it in Ishorou's care. He also warns Gwen they have but one dose of the viper nettle berries left, before spending the rest of the day training with the Tian man. He votes in favour of exploring the ship wrecks. "Agreed, we've found many things on the rotting carcesses of these vessels."
"Any idea what this is Ambroze?" James asks, holding up the buckler.
"Yeah." James answers, grabbing one end of the chest and pulling it towards the water's edge.
James, now fully healed, will gladly dive into the pool alongside Tun'ada.
However, since I took the Heart of the Wilderness racial variant, I lose the skilled trait in exchange for plus half level to survival and death score. ;) I'm more anal. :P
James flies into a rage, seeming to almost lose his mind as he bites the creature back.
He'll light a torch before hand, and he welcomes any company, particularly Savarend with his ability to see in the dark.
James will take ten to clamber down and look around.
James thinks it is worth spending some more time digging.
James will help Ishorou dig.
"I'm happy to go and get us some more berries Gwen, we should probably save that potion for a real emergency."
James swings at the creature a second time, this time scoring a mighty blow as he wounds it grievously.
James swings for the snake in a mighty blow.
Drawing his sword quickly, James prepares to attack the snake as soon as it leaps.
"Agreed." James nods, eager to prevent any more deaths among the group.
James searches the area for tracks and other evidence, while exchanging ideas with Chi.
James supports relocating the camp site to Ishorou's hilltop.
James joins Gwen gladly, standing solemnly through the small service before returning to his tent to think on the loss of his friend.
Staggering over to the rotting corpse of Flute as the undead energy flees his body, James falls to his knees besides the Dwarf's corpse, throwing back his head and letting out a bestial howl of sorrow before pushing himself feet and plodding off to his tent alone. He had taken Flute's initial disappearance rather well, perhaps deluding himself into thinking that their friend would return in one piece, but now that the Dwarf's true fate has become apparent he is obviously distraught.
"Oh gods no..." James trails off quietly, stopping dead in his tracks and simply staring. "Flute... oh Flute..." [i]The big man hesitates where he stands, totally at a loss at what to do. "Gwen... Gwen, can you save him?" he begs, turning back to the young girl upon whom so many hopes rest.
Hahaha. Awwww, Ambroze you took vanish!!! Love that spell, it'll work wonders on Chi.
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