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Ha-ha! Take that you fiend! he yells in his head as he bites onto the manta ray. Quickly letting go and once again making a climb for the surface.
King gasps with air as he returns to the surface, making another swing with his war pick at one of the rays.
(if hits: )
Kingsley tries his best to keep himself afloat.
He then lets out a grunt as he makes a swing with his war pick at the ray's surrounding them.
Kingsley shifts over to row when Bryn takes his rest at (8-15)
Kingsley takes a level of exhaustion, but takes a long rest when Bryn goes back at it for (16-23)
Kingsley grits his teeth, deciding he was tired of the fighting. Kingsley lets out a roar, flying into a rage as he charges forward swinging his war pick at one of the Drow.
A rather massive grin spreads across his face. "I'm sure I could definitely put something together that won't sink, so just leave it to me!" Time to get to work. Kingsely begins to do a series of stretches, preparing for the labor to come.
Kingsley smiles as he gives a couple hard swings, testing out the feel of his new war pick. "Might be a little savage for my tastes but it'll do fine, i'm sure. Thank you friends! It's because of you I have been able to come so far, and for that, I am in your debt. To repay all of you, I'd like to offer you all a free shoe fixing when I return to my humble shop. I know it may not be much, but it's the least I can do." Carmichael is gonna kill me.
Sounds good to me too!
Kingsley lets out a sad sigh, all he had on him was a shield and melted shortsword. He glances to the others after a moment. "I have nothing to trade, unfortunately. If anyone can part with spending some coin to grab me a useful weapon to go with my shield and maybe some clothing, it would be most appreciated. After all, I don't think I'm too useful having to kick everything." King lets out a light laugh afterwards.
Kingsley readies himself for the centipede, completely oblivious of what has happened on the night prior. "I need to get a new weapon here soon." he mumbles mostly to himself before making his move with his shield drawn.
Kingsely lets out a grunt, swinging a punch at the ooze.
Hey! Still kicking around, just been busy with work as well.
Kingsley lets out a sad sigh as he mourns over his melted shortsword. "And thats why I hate this place..." he mumbles softly before shrugging. Oh well. He takes a broad stretch, cracking and poping his aching bones. Instantly after, King assumes a stance of very pristine posture before wandering towards the others. "Equipment would be the most handy, for as you can see.... I'm still in my underwear."
Lets out a long, drawn out groan before he barely dodges the mud's swing. "I am getting really tired of things trying to kill me for one day!" He says before swinging with his shortsword at the creature.
Getting injected by poison from the massive spider, it quickly takes hold of Kingsely, causing him to fall over unconscious.
Kingsely turns around "Oh, hey-!" he blinks seeing as they weren't there. He ponders to himself Did they jump? looking off the edge and noticing them down below he decides to take the jump. "Here I go!"
Falling to the body with a loud 'oof!' followed by a light laugh. "Thats one way to get the heart pounding." Kingsely turns his head and noticing the spider. He is quick to take action, short sword out and shield at the ready as he approaches to attack.
Kingsley rushes in, his eye's scan over the available equipment. Lets see here... Noticing a the shields, he wanders over and picks it up, followed by a short sword. "This should do me fine." he says out loud before waiting for the others.
Choose for me, I don't really care who I get. xP
Kingsley continues to swing at the final drown.
Letting out a loud roar as he once again brings his small shiv down on the drow. DIE! DIE! DIE!
Lets out a grunt as he's hit by the drow, still laughing afterwards as he takes another swing at him.
It seems that his rage is blinding him, causing him to make reckless swings.
Ripping the shard of flint from the drows jugular, a twisted grin crosses his face followed by a bellowing laughter. Yes..! This feeling-! He turns quickly, swinging his shard at another enemy.
As Kingsley moves in for the strike, he notices the flying shard of ice coming his way. Planting a foot on the ground and pulling his momentum, he's able to slow himself down only to have a shard of ice fly right past his face.
Pulling a flint shard from his underwear, Kingsley charges towards one of the Drow."Sorry about this!" he says before he lets out a blood curdling cry and flying into a fit of rage.
King is quick to follow Lenthus once his shackles have been blasted away. "Aye, same here. Unlike you casters, I won't be so handy without a weapon." His eye's drift to Aten, letting out a light laugh. "You're one crazy elf, but a true gentlemen wouldn't let a friend fight head-on alone! I'm with you." Hopefully I can snag something to fight with other then this sharp rock first though.
Kingsley gives Lenthus a nod, moving closer to him. "It would be much appreciated, friend." King holds out his shackles like Vothe, hopefully making it easier to break them. Hopefully we don't run into too much of a hassle with these demons and drow.
Kingsley peers at his manacles with confusion when they don't shatter from his strength. He then jumps to his feet, ready to follow the others in their escape. "My manacles must be made from stronger material then the others. Oh well, not much I can do about it right now." Better find a way to get these off quickly, don't want to be stuck in them forever.
Kingsley watches as the others slip free from their shackles. Well, might as well give it a try too. Using his strength, King makes an attempt at breaking free from his shackles.
"Aye, it'd be preferred if we can all get out. No man left behind, right?" Kingsley tries to peer into the different cells to observe the other prisoners. "Though like I mentioned earlier, patience is a virtue and the moment will rise, trust me."Though I hope it's sooner then later, been down here for a bit now and this prisoner food is tearing up my gut like no tomorrow.
Letting out a small laugh when he hears Bryn's question, King scoots from his butt and onto his feet to give his legs a good stretch. "Would you believe me if I said bad choices and chance encounters?" He walks over to the bars of his cell, gripping onto them, looking beyond his small cage before he shifts his gaze in the direction Vothe's voice carried from. "Hail, the name is Kingsley, I am but a simple Cobbler." King turns his attention once again onto Aten's general direction, letting himself get a tad lost in the tune of his hum. Aye, patience is a virtue.. it's best we rest.
Kingsley gives a heavy nod in agreement towards Bryn."I would rather not become a plaything as well, besides I'm only good at fixing footwear." I wonder how my shop back home is doing.. the regulars aren't going to be too happy that I've been gone for so long. With that thought in mind, King goes on to ask an open question towards the group."Anyone have an idea of how long it's been since we've all gotten down here? I got important customers with appointments I can't afford to miss. Also, I am only fluent in common and dabble in undercommon, though I know enough to get by. As for escape, it seems there's not much we can do about it currently, so we're probably better off being patient." As Kingsley spoke, he seemed more concerned about the condition of his shop and customers rather then his current situation.
Kingsley takes note of the other two voices, looking towards where they both came from. "Aye, i'm sure we could all make it out of here if we work together, though for now it's best to be patient till we have a chance." He lets out a heavy breath as he shifts himself on the floor, trying to find himself a more comfy position. Things are going to be fiiiine, I got friendly enough cellmates. King quietly nods in silence, agreeing with his own thoughts. Kings gaze was constantly trying to pierce through the darkness, trying to make out what he can. "You know.. for this being my first time locked in a cell, it isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but you're correct Sir Bryn, the dwarven hosts are much better." A heavy sigh escapes Kings lips as the image of strong booze, good company, and a loud bar sinks into his brain. What I wouldn't give for a drink right now.
Kingsley rolls over on the floor, grumbling slightly as he awakes from his short nap when he hears the half-elf speak. Letting out a rather large yawn, he pushes his massive build into a sitting position and stretches his arms out. King peers at his cellmate with interest About time someone broke this silence. Deciding it might be a good idea to lighten the mood a little by offering his name, King speaks up as well. "Hail there friend. My name is Kingsley, Kingsley the Cobbler. Though you can just call me King." King's voice was deep, but somehow comforting. "Things could be worse, that's for sure..." He scratches the back of his head, a very pleasant smile crosses his face followed by a small chuckle. The least I can do is raise morale if i'm stuck in this place.
Applying for a spot with Kingsley the Cobbler. |