"Right." Kjell moves to the small panel and clambers inside, skittering forward as quickly as he can on all fours.
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Kjell nods at Druhir and cracks his knuckles. Once she says to go, he leaps forward and brings his foot down in a powerful stomp on the thing's skull.
"Hmph. Then let's crawl." With that, Kjell moves to the secret panel, hanging ajar, and clambers inside, scrambling forward as quickly as he can.
Kjell grunts as he looks at the strange skeleton, but he doesn't interact with it more than stepping around. "Big door, or the little one? I do not like small spaces, but I think I can fit."
Have we entered a realm of sight and sound, of things and ideas?
I'll admit I've gotten a little lost about what's happening since the teleportation, partially because some others were in combat while we weren't, and all of that. I think we're close to linking back up together, though?
Checking in as well.
Kjell waits for any input for a time, and then shrugs and trudges into the mossy room. He makes for the closest door he can see, and once again puts his shoulder to it, taking time to smash it down.
When the mold is revealed, Kjell pauses, and the strength seems to leave him. He breathes heavily and gives Druhir a lopsided grin, his eyes somewhere between tired and anxious. "What do you think? Is it safe to go through?"
Kjell looks around, his eyes wild and seething, but Druhir's comments bring him back to reality. With an eager nod, he slams into the door, shoving his whole weight against it with the force of his rage.
Kjell grunts and howls as a spike of pain focuses his mind, and he throws off the paralyzing fear of the undead creature. "I will not fall!"
The barbarian lashes out with his fist, a powerful blow fueled by anger and raw strength.
Kjell is mostly unfazed by the blast of sand and heat, but the sudden horror of the creature sends his mind reeling. What foul monster is THIS?
Kjell enters the room with a roar, his eyes wild with battlerage and his fists up and swinging. He's untrained in unarmed combat, but he hits hard.
Kjell laughs at Tavius's speech, and he claps a hand on the kasatha's shoulder. "Pretty words. Let me say it simply: stand strong and hit hard. We will find you knives." He cracks his knuckles and nods at the secret entrance. "Who goes first?"
"There is no glory or victory in retreat," Kjell says. He folds his arms and regards the rest of the group. He isn't dumb enough to push in on his own, at least against undead... but nor does he like the prospects of turning tail. "And if we run from every fight for lack of weapons, I don't see how we might get them."
Kjell sniffs at all the magic being tossed around, but he looks at the mold with suspicion. He doesn't say it aloud, but he's thankful he doesn't have to worry about breathing it in as he passes by.
Kjell shrugs and points at Jovich. "What did he say? I do not understand his tongue." He shakes his head and steps forward, into the door. "I can take the lead. Keep an eye out as well, though." Unless anyone else points out a way they should go, Kjell turns left and begins walking down that route.
"This is a waste of time. Why not just push it open? I can work it if no one else will." Kjell rolls his shoulders and scowls, clearly agitated at how slow things are going.
A fair misunderstanding--drow are pretty well-known for their feelings about their surface cousins. And it can be hard to pick up on tonal stuff in PbP. So long as it all remains in-character it's usually alright, though.
Kjell laughs. "Fair enough. But do not try that in the throes of combat."
Kjell shrugs at Druhir. "I do not use magic, and I do not trust it. But if you wish to use your spell, you may do so--for now." He brushes a stray hair from his eyes and moves toward the door, although he doesn't get close enough to open it just yet. "But my destiny protects me."
Oh. In terms of requiring things to work at all? Nah, I guess I'm good.
Kjell wakes with a start, not sure how he got here. He staggers to his feet and curses as he realizes he's all but naked--only clad in scant hides and his tribal markings. Even his ancestral axe is gone, and he flexes his fists as if seeking its grip. Then he starts listening to what others are saying. The strange appearance of several, including the four-armed creature, gives him pause. But when none of them move to attack him, and they seem to be in a similar predicament, he nods. "Baphomet? Accursed demon lord, then. I am no pawn in the games of the Abyss." He thuds one arm against his chest and raises his head. "I am Kjell Strongarm, son of Kromax, killer of demons. I lead my people against the abyssal horde for many seasons. I will not fall to them now."
All I really need is a big hunk of cold iron. Preferably a greataxe for flavor, but any two-handed martial weapon made of metal will do. A bit of armor could be nice. The mithral breastplate is obviously the ideal, but anything helps.
Thanks for including me, and hello to everyone else! I'm looking forward to a long and interesting journey with you all.
Just crunch here, fluff to come, but here's Loup Blanc's submission. Short version of the background is he's the child of an Ulfen and a Kellid, and he grew up in Numeria in a tribe that constantly faced danger on the border with the Worldwound. Between prophecy surrounding his birth and the tribe's situation, he grew up with a disliking of demons and training in combat to fight them. Add in a splash of mystical power and he's now a warrior through and through, skilled in facing the wicked creatures of the Abyss. I imagine Baphomet found him troublesome and amusing, and decided to toss him in the maze to keep him occupied. If his setup is a little much, and/or you'd prefer characters not so tied to fighting demons, let me know and I'll change anything that warrants it. (I don't know if the demon part matters, since I could easily see us fighting plenty of things that aren't demons, regardless of the setup.)
Hey all, I'm going to officially bow out of this one at this point. It's been a fun game, and I've got no problems or anything like that. I've just sort of petered out of interest with this character and everything, and I've gotten busy with other things in life of late. I've already fallen way behind with the game, and I figure it's time that I outright resign. Thanks for the good times, all, and I hope to see you around in the future!
I for one welcome you, friend! I'd think a full cleric would be helpful to us now to help with divine support, but certainly a martial-themed cleric would be fine. Perhaps War, or Tempest, so that you might charge into battle with the strength of the storm, alongside me! As far as Gameplay, I've been busy settling into school this week, and this game's kind of fallen by the wayside in that. Hopefully should be good moving forward, though.
Upon return to the surface, Kjell seems at a loss. "I'm not sure how much healing magic of mine can help your brother just now," he says, looking at Johanna with a solemn expression. "But I swear by the gods and skies above, I shall find a way to help him!" He raises his hammer in triumph with a wild grin. "Of course, right now I could use a rest and some food." When the rest of the group comes to the tavern, Kjell is already there, having come to rest up and get some good food and drink. He raises his tankard in greeting as the others arrive, and waves them to his table to pass the time until the meeting. When that time comes and goes, though, he grows concerned, and nods with Duncan's thoughts. "Indeed. Aleanor can handle herself, to be sure, but with trouble like this morning, even she might need a helping hand." He drains his tankard, slams it on the table, and stands. "We should go and find her!"
"By Thor's strength, Odin's power, Tyr's skill, and the might of the gods, you shall be gone!" Kjell continues to pound away at the stone, ignoring the flashes of pain as he hammers away.
"The might of Thor knows no fear of living stones," Kjell scoffs, lining up a shot. "Besides, if there's evil, I'm to meet it head-on. In the name of the gods, the darkness shall be quelled!"
"Should I try it?" Kjell's finished calling on his northern gods for aid, and lifts his hammer, ready to strike if the party suggests it.
If Lilly's healing is not enough, Kjell staggers over. "Nice arm," he comments to the half-orc woman, pressing a hand to his wound and grimacing. "But let's look to this lad first." He kneels down and places a hand on the young man's body, and plants his hammer on the floor. "Come on back, now. The world isn't ready for you to go just yet, and Valhalla will wait. By the grace of Odin and the power of Thor, breathe!"
As the effects of the creature's bite fade, and Taman's divine assistance fills him, Kjell lets out a roar and charges back in toward the creature, his hammer flying with strength!
Kjell lets out an angry shout of pain and rage, and as the tentacles and spikes sprout from his skull, he lashes out with a hammer at the nearest apparent threat--Lilly.
Fortunately the swipe misses, and Kjell hunches over with a growl. "I don't--what's--Grah!" Not sure of what else to do, he falls back, his hammer and shield kept low but ready to defend himself.
Kjell turns on the creature with shock and, shortly thereafter, rage--anger that swells at Johanna's revelation. "This abomination cannot stand. By the power of Thor, I will see it destroyed!" With that, he sprints forward with a growl, coming in with his hammer under the magical assaults of Maeltheron and Taman.
Kjell turns from his position to stare aghast as Krieger suddenly jerks, shouts, and falls. "Odin's beard!" the northerner exclaims, leaving the body behind as he rushes to aid the gnome. "What's going on, here?"
Still here!
I'm in agreement to let Krieger take a crack at it. He's expressed interest, he has the module, he knows the characters, he can keep playing, it's a win-win!
Yeah, I thought we had some great characters and a good time ahead. Maybe the GM will resurface, but we'll see. In any case it's been good playing with all of you so far, and I look forward to gaming together again!
Yeah, I'm still around, just haven't had anything to contribute. Kjell can't do much here beyond prod at the bodies, and he's already done that.
"That's a good question," Kjell replies, sweeping his glowing hammer back and forth to look around the room. "I guess we'll have to just look and see!" So saying, the big northerner wades forward, hammer outstretched, to inspect the nearest of the bodies--prodding it with the weapon, first, then stepping in to get a close look.
Kjell continues his assault against the beast, his hammer flying back and forth to pound against its strange form.
Kjell lets out a shout of surprise--although it sounds like a pleasant surprise--and redoubles his efforts against the creature, even letting out a laugh. "Haha! A wild one! You're still no match for the power of Thor, foul beast!"
It seems Kjell's proclamation is at least partially true, as his first swipe misses, but the second smashes into the creature and a burst of light accompanies the hit.
Kjell leads the way as the party explores, holding forth his hammer to light their path. When the danger arises, its sudden appearance catches him by surprise for a moment, but he reacts quickly to dodge the attack, and then wades in with a grin. "Taste the power of Thor, foul beasts!" he cries, swinging his hammer forward with gusto and skill.
"Very well then! Fine lass, you shall join us on our venture." Kjell beams at Johana, and turns his smile to Taman. "But of course? Where do you think I got my name?" The big man squats down and sets his hands on the grate. "By the blessings of Thor and your Mordoloth, we shall prevail!"
"I'm new here myself," Kjell says in reply to Lilly, "so I haven't heard anything of the like. But I'd rather get to looking than wander around asking after rumors--you never know what's true, after all, and it may all be a waste of time while young Jordan is held captive by some beast. Better we seek him out first and quickly!" |