“I’m for thinkin’ that if we make a move through them doors this ‘ere butler ain’t gunna be too friendly”
Kergrik walks over and gives the creature a shove gauging its reaction. (And yes he does get hungry and sober so is irritable.)
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"Guard and Gear eh? Never 'erd of yer." Kergrik moves to examine the large iron statue in the corner. "What’s this? he says to the thing.
“Ah well that’s rubbish then its broken. Taint nobody ere.” A now fully armoured Kergrik says with his mouth full of rations. Kergrik strolls into the room examining the walls. ”Nice Workmanship though. Ere thing." Kergrik gestures to the statue ”what d’we call yer? And is yer master a Wizard?"
Kergrik wakes and begins his morning ritual of Belching, farting and other such behaviour. “Mornin Zaharin is the breakfast on? I’m starving... whatch lookin at... oh." Kergrik pauses reaching for his axes. After a time Kergrik relaxes and spits on the floor. ”Well that wasn’t there last evening. Till it does somthin lets eat.” and with that Kergrik
”we could sing a tavern song I know!”Kergrik says beaming. Kergrik opens his second bottle of Oldlaw and passes it round "warms ya more an any fire I can tell yer." Kergrik begins a very out of tune Ditty: ”As I wer walkin through the Halls, this Tavern wench grabbed me by the...Elbow.”
This continues for some time
Laughing as Zaharin Heals him Kergrik says: “ye only wanna stand behind me cos I’m short enough for yer throw those foul smelling fire pots over my ead! Ah i believe yer would miss me if I was gone cos then you would smell the worse.” Turning to Kyson. “Aye Sir Kyson yer right of course. Were yer impressed what you saw? Did we pass the entrance exam?” Kergrik will gather all of his bottles. And add them to the stash then he will take his waraxe and hack at the daemons neck until it parts from its body.
Kergrik sways unhealthily on his feet having to lean on his axes to stop him self falling on a couple of occasions ”Tis but a small cut I've had worse from cutting an apple when drunk! Someone else take the damn potion I’ll take my medicine from this ere bottle. he says swigging from the whisky bottle again. Then wincing in pain “That bein said I will have a drop just to put yer mind at rest.” Zaharin’s brew.
*loud Belch* then bowing to Saiai "Sorry Miss" In time Kergrik shrinks back to normal size and helps move the bodies to a ditch by the roadside now sat on one of the corpses he takes his axe and strips a piece of leather from the trousers of one of the cultists binding it round his axe handle to replace the worn grip. “Well fought all, that boy was arder than I thought at first lets grab the ed and be going I need a drink so an the sooner we get this done the better." he says tossing the empty bottle into the bush.
DWA attack. HA attack. Kergrik’s swearing is now strong and loud enough to make a Shackles Pirate blush, as he once again fails to make contact with the daemon.
DWA attack. HA attack. Aarrrgggg! Kergrik sweeps his axes in on the daemon, but they both fail to make impact with the creature. He then begins to shout loudly in dwarven. Dwarven Swearing:
”yer be carful yerself! I’ve had way worse than this in the past.”
Will save.
As the daemon utters the infernal words that would dominate kergrik’s mind. The dwarfs body begins to shimmer as the spell rolls over the top of him like a wave. As the crackling begins to subside Kergrik remains resolute. ”Sorry I did’ne catch that must have too much wax in the old ears. Did you say you wanted me to burry this axe in your skull? Well then ok.”
DWA attack. HA attack.
DWA damage. HA damage. With a whack, both of Kergrik’s axes slam into the daemon dealing nasty wounds... or so Kergrik thinks as he scrutinises his work he can see only minor cuts in the daemons hide. With a shimmer the Shield of faith finally dissipates around Kergrik.
Seeing that the daemon is still standing Kergrik tightens his grip on the haft of his axe and charges forwards.
Pumping his legs and forcing the pain of his wounds from his mind Kergrik slams his axe into the beast however kergrik’s strike is just off the mark and the axe blade rebounds of the daemons' thick hide.
Rinse and repeat last turn.
Downing another potion and side stepping Kergrik spits a large clod of blood on the floor and readies his charge.
Potion CLW
Wincing in pain Kergrik gets to his feet and begins to limp towards the abomination, drinking a vial as he goes
DWA attack. HA attack.
DWA confirm. DWA Crit damage. Throwing his weight and strength at his opponent’s blade Kergrik is able to push the attack away. Using his hand axe to strike the great sword further knocking his opponent off balance, stepping fully into the attack Drammaz Kron’s little brother smacks deep into the gut of the hapless cultist. As the man dies Kergrik Whispers “I told ye I’d send yer to The Abyss. It’s not my time yet.” Kergrik slumps exhausted to his hands and knees gasping for air. Only Dimly aware of the battle close to him as if seen in a dream.
AoO Attack with DWA. AoO Damage. Kergrik Easily knocks aside the wounded cultists strike with his Hand Axe and readies a blow at the oncoming opponents. His swing was lazy but hit strongly scoreing a deep blow on the man’s left arm.
Attack DWA on my new favourite cultist. Attack HA vs 30Dmg Cultist. Confirm DWA Crit
DWA Crit damage. HA damage. All of his fury, his aggression all the pain is focused in to one desperate hit its not pretty the axe head sweeps across in one brutal motion. The cultist’s neck provides almost no resistance to the sweep and his head topples from his shoulders the look of shock still etched permanently across his face. Almost as an afterthought Kergrik’s second axe flicks across the already wounded cultist’s neck severing the carotid artery. Dumbly he drops his sword grasping at the wound at his neck slumping to his knees. Now his breaths coming in rasps blood flowing freely from the deep gash in his chest Kergrik bellows one final challenge at the one remaining opponent.
FYI Painlord: 3hp you'll get him yet!
DWA main hand. HA off hand. DWA confirm. DWA Crit damage.
Whist the cultist struggles to bring the heavy blade back into a defensive position Kergrik brings both his axes round on her. Rolling back on his heel and holding his breath he swings both of his blades out wide and then above his head. The move climaxes with a mighty downward swing Kergrik moves all his weight forward into the blow and exhales as both of axes cut in a large V shape towards the foes neck. The familiar crack of breaking collar bone let Kergrik know the hit was square on target but as he glanced at his work he noticed that Drammaz Kron’s Little Brother was buried deep into the now very dead woman in front of him and the bone that had broken was actually the sternum of his prior foe. ”sorry love I need that back.” Kergrik says as he uses his foot as leverage to remove the gore soaked blade from her chest, finally removing it in enough time to turn and grin at the fast approaching reinforcements.
AoO: To Hit
Reflexively Kergrik strikes at the first approaching cultist, turning smartly on his heel and stepping into the attack whist using a backhand sweep with his war axe. Timed to near perfection the large head of the bade bites solidly with the shoulder blade of the opponent scoring a grievous wound. Reeling from the rent in is back and the swiftness of Kergrik’s foot work the previously heavy swing bounces harmlessly from the large dwarfs pauldron.
Kergrik abruptly shifts his run towards the road fixing a stare directly on the lead cultist and holding out an axe in challenge. ”Come’n face me you sons of goblins! Ye wanna see The Abyss then let The Brother of Drammaz Kron Speed ye on yer way!” He says gesturing to his war axe.
"Concentrate attacks on t'hellspawn I'll deal with t'others! " Kergrik begins his run holding his axes just under the blades and swinging his arms in time as he moves.
Kergrik quaffs a potion of Shield of faith and continues to wait in the trees.
”Right you are lead the way!” Kergrik says cheerfully as he takes up his position when he is ready he sniffs the potion and downs the contents burping as he grows in size. ”mmm lemony” after this he tightens up his grip on his axes and braces himself for his run. Kergrik’s face loses all its cheer and becomes fierce and stern his eyes focus on a spot on the road and he begins a low chant in dwarven. dwarven:
"By the ancient halls of Karak, I swear to stand tall in the face of the enemy before me and not to fail my clan brothers or my house name. give me the strength to not rest until the enemy is slain, give me faith in the blades of my axes and that they strike true. This is I swear this is my oath."
"you wanna’ take the biggun this time Kosz?" Kergrik lets his axes drop onto their cords and spits into his palms then he picks up some lose grit and rubs it together with the saliva, finally he regains his weapons and grips them hard. "Any wizards yer could see Kyson?"
Kergrik swings his new axes testing the weight and balance. “What bought me to here? Me Friends did we ‘ad said we were looking for a noble cause and as we were in the area so to speak. That an Briar got a bee in his bonnet bout the call to arms one of the sharpest blokes I ever met but he more stubborn than a dwarf sometimes, an I mean that as the highest complement!” As fur me goals well the obvious; Fame, fortune, adventure Passin out in as many taverns as possible. I guess I want to be remembered by the great bards and retire with a pile of gold and a huge family. Still that’s a long ways off yet. And we’ve got daemons between us an the easy life...And you sir Tirc always been a solider? and for one raised in Mendev you seem welcoming to outsiders I was told that Mendev locals don’t take kindly to the continued influx of troops.”
”Ah well therein lies a tale. Will yer ave a drink whist I tell ye? Kergrik unstoppers a bottle with his teeth takes a Swig and offers the bottle to Kyson and the other blades Me full name is Kergrik Karak of house Karak of the Five Kings Mountains, A proud and ancient line. Um…how best to put this. Me family is not a progressive one an’ they believe that we Dwarfs would be better off if we had not “surrendered our lands to humans.” and allied with the other ”inferior” clans. Aghh useless politicking. he spits. "Its doctrine to all us from a very early age. Anyhow of me 3 brothers I am the youngest. Me eldest brother became a shield bearer to the high king a very proud moment for our family. An me other siblings took the cloth and quickly became high ranking priests. So when I came of age I was under no pressure and so I chose the life of a mercenary seeking to earn fame and fortune.” At this point he gestures to his companions ”One day I will have to return to the halls of my ancestors and swear fealty to my brother as clan leader, he is a good man and I will do this gladly. Though as my friends will tell you I do write to my family telling them of our exploits… that said as far as my family are concerned we are all dwarfs."
Before the others leave Kergrik shouts “Would any of ye like me t’put an edge back on your blades?” he says gleefully waving a well worn whetstone in the air “An I’d be much obliged if ye would gather for me the items on this list from the market. As yer may well remember merchants and me don’t mix well”
"Oh aye I get yer, but if yer hit em hard enough they still go down. With any luck we can nip this thing in the bud before any such daemons present themselves. That bein said if you ave a spare Waraxe in cold iron I’d happily accept a loan.”
sense motive:
"Aye ye ave my word, now friends lets be riddin ourselves of these ere cultists sharp like so we can drown these 'arsh words with our new commander, in ale and stories of great deeds... who be with me!?!"
Kergrik stares hard at the man across the desk after a time he snorts ”come come Kosz, Zaharin lemme share with yeh a wise sayin’. “Never eadbutt yer paymaster, even if hes as dense as onix, with the sense of humour to match, at least till after yer debts are settled…also never edbutt an ettin coz they won’t feel it through their think skull and they always have a backup who will be jealous.” now turning to sir means so cultists tis then what but prey tell what work do yeh ‘ave for the rest of me companions?... Ha I jest, but whilst we have scattered the vermin I hope you can find us a suitably daring and heroic posting”
Ah Damn! but I was tryin' so hard that time. But as yer say always next time. Anyhow You've heard me singin', voice of an angel me! Kergrik says with a grin.
Kergrik wakes at the same time as Kosz and dons his armour. His plate is dwarven crafted and thus is of very fine quality, the plate of appears to have shortened sleeves leaving his elbows free of protection this adjustment has been made to suit Kergrik’s fighting style. Finally to carefully crafted hooks in his vambraces Kergrik attaches fine chain and wraps these around his forearms leaving two small hooks free so that he might attach his axes to them later Kergrik goes with Kosz to the Angry Ogre and eats heartily he makes idle and jovial talk during his walk and meal. This banter will continue as he makes his way with the other blades towards the camp.
Kergrik dour expression turns to one of amusement as Kosz begins to talk. “Ah well if its favour they’re trying to win then I had better make an appearance. After all my line is one of the oldest and most high standing in five kings…” making to move past Kosz then pausing to see the expression on the paladins face. Finally stopping and bellowing with laughter “Oh yes, I think the wayward son of the most notoriously racist noble house in the whole of the Avistan would make a fine dinner guest. Ah yer have saved me an evening of explaining Kosz and for that I thank you. Kergrik then makes to slap the Aasimar on the back but stops upon seeing the state of his hands “hmm It would appear yer correct about the state of my current attire tell the old hag to send me up a bucket of clean water and some soap I can do the rest. Oh and tell her that I have been… taken unwell. But would like a bottle of wine and a bowl of that stew to ease my illness”.
It might have been the ale dulling his senses or the speed of Kosz’s blather but Kergrik found himself swept into the ally. Regaining his composure he moved his arm, which was still being held by the paladin, in to a vice like warriors grip. ”Hold yer horses Kosz. Why d’ye seem so keen to move me away from dinner? Did we not agree to eat at this time?” Kergrik stares at the Aasimar with a pained look “Enough falsehoods I count yer as one of my friends, a brother in arms, don’t be fur deceiving me. Quick then speak plain, what you about?” his expression turns serious ”you know I trust ye judgement fully in social affairs so tell me, that we might reach an accord regarding this unpleasantness.” all this time Kergrik never lets go kosz’s arm.
Sometime later Kergrik strolls back in. If it’s possible he smells worse than before. His beard is slick with spilled ale and crumbs, his brow sweaty, his hands are black with filth and his breath smells of beer and smoke. In a voice hoarse from singing he says. "Am I too late for dinner fellows?" a wide smile across his face.
Shifting his pack of his shoulder and dropping it heavily on the floor Kergrik beams. "Well that’s settled then! I'm off to the other pub seeya at dinner. Dump my stuff in the room would ya please." and with that Kergrik moves towards the door. Suddenly he stops and turns back ”Oh I’m not bunking with Zaharin! Not after last time. When I sneeze it’s still purple." he begins to chuckle and with a wink at the alchemist, Kergrik starts walking out muttering as he goes. "Though that still we made did make some damn fine firewater."
"Watcha sayin woman! Ye got ale...um wine we got Gold a match made in heaven. personally I'm fur thinking this place maybe could do with some sawdust on the floor and a bard but I’m sure ye grub more an makes up for the lack of..."Kergrik trails off as if lost for the polite phrase to use "music!"he says with an air of finality.
Kergrik strides purposefully into the premises. Looking around his expression visibly sours due to the distinct lack of his kind of "atmosphere". He looks on the verge of saying something to this regard but upon seeing and smelling the meal being prepared his mood dramatically picks up. “yeah an one more of ‘em bottles for me.” grinning a toothy smile.
"Sod the food, I need a good strong Ale I’m parched!"
To Kergrik’s eyes there was no sweeter sight he hadn’t had the best rapport with his mount over the trip, but finally they had attained an uneasy truce. Leaning in to his horse he said: ”Nearly there ye foul obstinate beast, won’t be long now till ye can see yer hell spawned family.” as if sensing this the horse reared slightly and Kergrik was forced to hold on tight the previously smug look on his face being replaced by one of fear.
Kergrik Karak all ready to move out!
"I'd best be takin' this ale wit me then (slurrrrrrp!) Ah well I'll take the next one!"
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