Decided to go with a dwarf druid instead of wizard. Kazmuk was used VERY briefly in another PbP on these boards, but died almost immediately. I like the idea of him, so I rebuilt him for Kingmaker.
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Sorry Bug and Kazmuk, I liked your characters but bad saves and high damage rolls did you in! Down to 11/16. Eh, anything in which we have to make 3 DC 15ish Reflex saves at first level is supposed to kill most characters. Bodes ill for what's to come, if that's the first trial.
Kazmuk casts Create Water on himself and Cirnos, then darts through the remaining two flame jets.
Upon entering the room, Kazmuk groans at the sight of the fire jets. Och, what have I gotten myself into? Noting the others ahead of him, he moves as far away from the origin of the fire jets and darts forward, hoping to get past the first flame.
I must me a fool fer doing this, but I saw them fight. I cannot stand against them without some help. Kazmuk sighs and casts his only healing spell on Menas.
After healing the hulking human, Kazmuk hurries to the plaque, eager to not fall too far behind.
Before heading to the plaque, Kazmuk walks to Menas. Menas: "Looking fer some healin'? Yer a fierce fighter, no doubt. I could help ye, if ye make it worth me while. Ye seem to be friendly with that Quain fellow. Perhaps ye two would like ta join me and the big guy with the lance? Got anybody else ye could bring in? No more than five total, ye know, or we'd end up at each other's throats."
If/when Cirnos approaches, Kazmuk whispers: Cirnos:
"Down to the two of us. Think ye we should ally with anybody else? I could heal that wounded one called Menas. He fought fiercely, might be useful. Looks like he might bring another with him." Kazmuk nods at Quain.
Kazmuk moves up to the plaque, although he will wait for Cirnos if it looks like the antipaladin has the same idea.
I was sorta hoping that Kazmuk also did not know we were not using ready actions, but no such luck. Somehow he knew. Maybe he had tried to ready. In all sorta a wasted turn for me, so I wanted to explain my rational.I knew you couldn't attack me because you were on the stone, which the Baron declared was a safe zone with no bloodletting allowed. Pretty sure you couldn't have 5' stepped on your readied action, since you already moved that turn.
Kazmuk looks at the crumpled body of Hollander and shakes his head. Perhaps not the wisest thing he'd ever done to ally with the man. And with most of the other prisoners deftly picking their way through his plants, it was time to retreat.
I was sorta hoping that Kazmuk also did not know we were not using ready actions, but no such luck. Somehow he knew. Maybe he had tried to ready. In all sorta a wasted turn for me, so I wanted to explain my rational. I knew you couldn't attack me because you were on the stone, which the Baron declared was a safe zone with no bloodletting allowed.
"Friends, ye say. Ye've known them all of what, a few minutes? Man like ye drops a friend quickly as he makes them." Kazmuk, secure that Justified cannot safely attack him, goes ahead and casts the Entangle, aiming it so that it will end in the square directly in front of Cirnos. He then takes a 5' step back onto the stone and winks at Justified.
I don't envy you, Lucendar, trying to figure out exactly how this will resolve.
Cirnos, Hollander:
A smile bursts onto Kazmuk's face. "Using the terrain to our advantage. I like it! Very well then."
Eyeing Hollander's sling, Kazmuk says, "Hope yer a good shot with that. Should be having some targets soon 'nough." Kazmuk steps off the stone onto the dirt, his battleaxe in hand. GM:
Hollander, Cirnos: Watching how easily Cirnos handles the lance, Kazmuk thinks quickly. "I might be willin' ta work with ye providin' ye prove yerselves useful ta me. But if ye really think us three takin' on that entire lot-" he nods to the the other 15 prisoners "be a good idea, then I'm thinkin' yer not too useful. If ye want to work together, let's just get on with these blasted trials. Assumin' we all survive, we can fight alongside each other in that final battle the Baron were raving about so madly."
Cirnos, Hollander: Peering up at the human, Kazmuk snorts. "That's Stormborn, Kazmuk Stormborn, not stormlord. I claim no mastery over their power. Why should I trust ye? That baron called ye the embodiment of evil and a tyrant. Though, I suppose he could be wrong about that, seeing as how I did no crime and yet I'm here.
Kazmuk warily watches the other prisoners as he leaves the cage, but the thought of being out in the open air tugs at him, overriding his caution. He sprints forward as fast as his short legs can run.
Kazmuk silently listens to all the fools imprisoned nearby. Talk of alliances...imbeciles. This Baron clearly intended to watch as many of them die as possible, and all but came out and said as much! Those thinking to trust anybody were foolish, but trusting somebody who would improve his chances of life by stabbing his "ally" in the back? Morons, one and all.
"Me crimes? Bah, ye addle-brained, soft-skinned, cowering-from-a-little-thunderin', worthless excuse for a man. Ye know nothing 'bout me. Still, ye got a point 'bout no other option. I'll be taking yer tests, if only to be seeing the sky again."
"So ye take me from me home and throw me into a cell where the peal of thunder is little more than the mewling of an elf, let me rot there for years on end, and now ye expect me to fight for yer amusement, and if I live, then ye expect me to go on some storm-forsaken mission sure to result in me death? Typical human." The bitter words are spit out by a dwarf sporting a scraggly beard that calls attention to the flower-like birthmark on his face. His eyes are sunken and hollow, but they burn with anger at the arrogance of this Baron.
"I be tellin' ye, I ain't done nothin' wrong. Ye bastards been pers, perseketing, persketing, been harassing me since the day I was born! All I done was live in the wilds!" |