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Aye, these drow bastards 've got less sense 'an most. Makes 'em pretty well-suited to this sorta thing. 'n I suppose I've got no more, seein' as how I'm still around with 'em. The dwarf gives a hearty smile as he speaks.
And I'm still stuck with you lot, Kolm says, patting Mer roughly on the back.
I'm fine with a fast-forward.
I've recently returned to the boards, my own life having settled down a bit. I'm sorry I cut out last time, but I should be fine now. Lyn, no offense, but I won't be returning to Avalon. At least, not for a long while. I simply can't keep up with it. When I didn't have a schedule, I could post almost anytime, but now that I've got school and stuff, I don't think I could handle it.
Kal nods while listening to their informant "Mushroom patch, eh? New people comin and going? Interesting. Lads, shall we check this out??"Pretends to look at an invisible book. "My schedule seems to be free." Puts invisible book away.
Aye, a good bit of action'd be nice, methinks. Kolm says, scratching his beard.
"And when a drow calls something creepy it's on an entirely different level." Meredian adds cheerfully. "Aye. They're a tad dense when it comes to the creeps. The heebie jeebies and these fellers get along real well, maybe have a drink together everyone once in a while. It's a grand 'ole party, from what I've 'eard."
Aye, lad.
Hope stuff gets easier for you, Lyn.
Unit One Kolm takes a swing another nearby zombie, now that hsi target is taken care of.
Kolm continues stepping back and swinging his weapon, smashing into the rotten flesh (hopefully).
Kolm takes a step back and swings again at the rotting corpses assaulting his unit.
"Well now, this is certainly interesting, eh lads?" Kolm says, twirling his Dorn-Dergar around in the air. Attacks, if applicable::
Not on their faces, no. And the men come to the surface quite a bit more regular than our women.
/me laughs heartily at the comment Kal makes. " Lad, y' should know by now I'm talking about combat action. I 'aven't seen a lass 'at catches my fancy in quite some time. Good 'ole dwarven broads are hard to come by, don't'cha know."
Unit One Kolm laughs at the display of the Drow. As long as I get some action, I'm fine doin' whatever. It certainly seems more interesting down here.
Sounds good to me.
Kolm stands back, watching his companions at the door, not surprised that the drow had gotten distracted. Elves, after all, were flighty, this particular one exceptional in that regard.
Aye. It said bad juju. Kolm looks at Kalmafein as he speaks in Elven, not understanding the graceful tongue.
Unit One
Kolm would have taken his Dorn-Dergar back out while waiting for Brigitte and/or walking through the streets.
"That Rothe was good. I'll have to get meself another on our way back through."
Kolm gets up from the table. "Alright, alright. Let's get a move on," he says, walking over to aforementioned door.
Unit One Kolm looks at the pair of drow as well. "Order me something you think I'll like. And somethin' strong to drink, if they've got anything."
Sorry for my lack of posts. I haven't been feeling well, and haven't been able to get on to post much, so my PBPs have gotten sporadic postings. Also, happy birthday to the kidlet.
Unit One "Yea, that sign doesn't seem suspicious or ominous in the slightest. Alight Kolm, you're our beat stick, so you first" He says with a smile, making it unclear if he's being serious or not. Kolm chuckles. "Aye, and don't you forget it," he says before opening the door and stepping inside.
Long as 'ey're cooked through, the seasonin' don't matter. You can't tell whether Kolm is joking or not.
Unit one Aye. It really is too bad. Oh well, he says, resuming the swinging of his dorn-dergar, ready to be back on the way to the wharf.
Unit One "Aye. Let's get a move on, eh?" Kolm says, unwrapping his Dorn-Dergar again, tossing the iron ball up and down, playing with it.
We supposed to bring him back? 'S not too far, y'know. I'll even carry him for yeh. Kolm wraps his Dorn-Dergar around his waist again, waiting for an answer.
Kolm rushes forward, looking momentarily to the roofs, not necessarily seeing Kal, but fairly sure it was him. "Hey lass, are you alright?" he says as he comes upon the two.
Unit 1: We've been told nothing, so we technically have no input on this decision.
Aye, lad. I won't be doin' none o' that. It's easier to just walk. If you two want to go fer it, I won't stop yeh though. Just keep within reach o' me. We're a unit now, after all. Kolm indeed joins him, easily keeping pace with him, unwrapping his Dorn-Dergar and swinging it in a small, vertical circle.
Psionic healing is not positive energy. Psionic healing is mroe the body repairing itself than pulling extra life-force to repair the body. Drain Health should work normally.
They've been replaced with Muleback cords and a Sky Hook feather token.
So, lyn, I'm gonna trade out those oils of darkness, okay?
"Lad, I think it's you who's the lucky one." Kolm says, coming up behind the Drow and just barely putting a hand on his shoulder. The Dwarf wears a simple, albeit well-made breastplate, and is covered in weapons. He has the chain of a Dorn-Dergar wrapped around his waist, a Dwarven Waraxe on his side, a smaler Maulaxe on the other, and a large shield on his back. On his right thigh looks to be a circular leather container of some sort. His red beard is full and well-kept, extending several inches past his chin. He's short, as dwarves tend to be, and stocky too. His sturdy frame looks hard to topple, let alone knock out.
I'm aware. Waidda sec, now that I look on your profile, it says you've got dark-vision. Is that a leftover from earlier Avlar?
Gah. I forgot Avlar was a half-elf. I was intending to ask if I could use the oils of Darkness I've got sort of like grenades, but I may have to give those up, or it'll be inconducive to the party composition.
I've finally actually got his profile up. I've got stuff for his background; I just can't remember where I placed the .txt. ._.
Sorry for how long it's taken me, I've been busy. I don't have anything in particular to ask for permission to use, it's all fairly standard stuff. Traits are Glory of Old, which, now that I think about it, could be an issue as a regional trait, and Ruthless, which is a racial trait for dwarves.
Go for it.
Dotting. This is Edgar, and I'll be submitting, at some point, a Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian specializing in the Dwarven Dorn-Dergar. I've got to work out stuff for him, but I'm thinking right now that he's going to be a Barbarian 3(Invulnerable Rager)/Fighter 3(Weapon Master). Actual build is nowhere near completion, not even started, though I know the majority of what's gonna go on. How would you like character wealth to be done?
I have no problems continuing, but it may indeed be time to give it up. Whatever you decide is fine with me.
That feels good. Feels real good. Kolm seems anxious now, wanting to test his new prowess, but keeping it in check.
Well, if you insist... His eyes are lit up at the opportunity to cause more damage to those that try to do so to him.
Alrigh', so ye're sayin' this statue is super-powerful, then? I sometimes have trouble hitting others, before they give up, that is. It would be right nice if I could get some help landing hits. Not that I really need it, of course. Just as it seems to be that he's admitting weakness, his dwarven pride takes over, denying his need for help hitting targets, although it has been fairly apparent, at least against actual threats.
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