Karsk grunts in affirmation.
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Karsk scowls at the thought of crossing the lava room again.
Karsk swings again, backing up to have some room to work.
Karsk tries to pound the mean dwarf to dust!
Karsk swings at the dwarf again.
Karsk takes a step back and swings at the mean dwarf.
Still ragin and confused, Karsk turns and charges his nearest ally.
"Grrrrr!"
Karsk growls at Leo and moves toward him, only to freeze in place.
Karsk works himself into a rage, his outline becoming blurry, and takes a step back, drawing his lucerne hammer and swinging at the creature.
Karsk looks stunned by the creature's power.
Karel peers into the room. The flagstone floor is dry and dusty. The room is about 30' by 30' and it does not appear to have any other exits." He says with a shrug.
Karsk looks down at the geyser and murmurs to Aothan. ["You mentioned something about aid...."
Seeing all of his party safely across, Karsk grumbles to himself and begins attempting to navigate the swinging discs.
Karsk looks around at the party. "So what is the plan. I could probably make it the first, maybe the second, but all of them looks hard...." Thinking for a moment, he says. "Does anyone have a grappling hook? I have a rope. Maybe we could catch the chains with the hook and pull them near, in order to just step on?"
Karsk shrugs. "Follow passage."
Karsk stares at the party in astonishment. "No one?.....BAH!! He grumbled before trying it himself.
The half-orc fails several time before managing to activate the wand twice. "Stoopid magic stick!"
Karsk grunts in acknowledgement to the compliment. Standing, he withdraws a wand from his pack. "Can anyone use this on me?"
Karsk lays on the floor for a moment, breathing heavily, secretly thankful his hands are permanently affixed with glue. Once his fatigue has passed, he sits up and looks around. "Can I have my axe back?" He ask Aothan.
Karsk grunts an affirmative to Aothan's question as he tries to pin the tricky gate.
Karsk bellows with rage and tries to grab the gate back.
ACG Arcane Bloodline: Arcane Bloodrage (Sp): At 4th level, when you enter a bloodrage, you can choose one of the following spells and apply its effects on you: blur, protection from arrows, resist energy (choose one energy type), or spider climb. The effects of the spell last for as long as the bloodrage lasts, regardless of its normal duration.
Karsk's eyes widen with surprise as he pulls back, but can't let go of the bars. Turning and looking to his right, he says to Aothan. "I thought you said this thing was safe!" Starting to howl with rage, the half-orc form begins to blur as he jerks his arms and squats his legs, trying to release himself from the sneaky portcullis!
Karsk allows himself a small grin before trying to lift the bars. "Your sure there are no traps, right?" He asks Aothan before grabbing and lifting on the portcullis.
"You make a point. Let's just open the door. Everyone ready?" Karsk asks. If no one disagrees and everyone is ready, Karsk tries to open the door.
Karsk looks over and snorts at Aothan's comment. "Do we open it and risk flooding ourselves or try another path?"
Karsk holds his wand up toward Aothan. "Want me use it?" He says slyly.
"Here, I had the foresight to bring a wand of healing. Help yourself, though you may feel a little dirty for about a minute afterward, it nothing, pay no mind." Karsk says, proffering a wand.
Heh, I'm goining to use that one on my wife. "Hey babe, you wanna go figure out leveling strategies.....?" ;)
Out of curiosity, and something I was thinking about today at work; since it was a water-filled pit, could we have not just swam across it? I thought maybe it was disease ridden or something, but it struck me kinda of funny today, that we were treating it like a standard pit, but it was full of water.
Karsk peers across the pit, looking for any dangers hiding on the other side. "I have some rope and I believe I could jump across the pit and then toss over then rope. Maybe there is something to tie off to on the other side."
Karsk shrugs and nods as he moves through the door. "Waterfall"
Karsk glares at the woman suspiciously. "West?" He says with a glance to his party. "I have no inclinations of which way would be best."
"Yes, mounts will get us their faster and I'm already hungry. We should go."
"Name's Karsk." A bulky half-orc growls. "Seems fair and doable. When do we start?"
I think I'm ready.
A young page enters the room and seeks out Molmbe. He hands the Mwangi an envelope, then stands by waiting. Molmbe opens and reads through the letter, occasionally glancing at the boy or the party. Finishing, he folds the letter and slips it into a pocket and begins gathering his items. You must excuse me, I have been called away for a different mission. My replacement is supposed to be on his way. Fare thee well. Molmbe nods and takes his leave.
A tall, very dark-skinned Mwangi man enters the room and survey's the party with a piercing gaze. Greetings, I am called Molmbe. It seems I am the last to arrive, forgive my lateness.
Hawkwen checking in with a shaman. |