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Korthul advances into combat, readying his axe for a powerful downwards blow, but seeing his allies move into close quarters with the haunted restraining device, he decides to wait for the opportune moment to strike, rather than risk hitting one of his allies.
"As he scribes my name, my very being is leeched away - if he finishes the ritual and writes my entire name, I shall cease to exist, and The Splatter Man shall once again be free!" Korthul frowns. "This business with names keeps recurring. If for no other reason, we need to stop this Splatter Man from killing again." "Indeed, Master Korthul. It appears that we now know who the Whispering Way sought to capture with their ritual. The question remains: what do they intend to do with the good warden's spirit? As to what they hoped to accomplish by unleashing the evil spirits trapped herein upon the unsuspecting townsfolk, I daresay they were entirely unconcerned with the repercussions of their actions," Korvus muses. "It seems rather rash of me that they would unleash this kind of darkness without fear of repercussion. If they're getting this bold, they must be working with some amount of urgency," Korthul thinks aloud.
Korthul lets out a muttered "...disgusting..." and is noticeably distressed at the horror of it all. At the end of Vesorianna's tale, Korthul turns to the group. "So we uncover more of the Whispering Ones' purpose in Ravengro, but the question remains: what does unleashing undead monsters on a small village accomplish for them?" He turns to Vesorianna after contemplating a short while and speaks clearly. "Lady Vesorianna, truly you have suffered much in this devilish place. You do not deserve to suffer any further. I, for one, will do my best to ensure you get the peace you have earned."
With a skeptical expression, Korthul replies to the ghostly apparition. "My name is Korthul, my lady. How did you come to be here?".
Korthul looks at Asha and shrugs. He follows along as well, pleased to be leaving this area of the prison.
"I was just going to ask much the same, Lady Asha," Korthul adds. "Perhaps you can enlighten, us, Korvus?"
Seeing Bjorn run in to cover Alexei, Korthul rushes up to stand between Korvus and the spider, chopping downwards with his axe as he interposes himself between the two.
While battling the encroaching spider, Korthul hisses at Korvus, "Wizard! Can you please explain at least some of the flying weaponry that infests this den?!"
Korthul gives Bjorn a glare, shakes his head, and sighs, mumbling to himself that it's not worth it. He takes a swig of Harold's offered drink with a grimace. "Better. I'm not sure I caught all you were saying, but I certainly understand an outstretched hand wielding alcohol."
Korthul appears to be visibly unsettled. "I've no strong desire to be here once again. Best we find what we need and move on."
Inner chamber 1 sounds good to me.
"Let me take a look at that safe," Korthul says before following the large northman to the office. After tinkering with the lock with his tools, Korthul shakes his head. "I haven't had much opportunity to work on locks this complex. They tend to be opened with an axe-head rather than lock picks where I come from."
--- After returning with the group, Korthul nods to Harold, ready to proceed in clearing out the first level of the macabre prison.
At least we left Kendra at home. By horror movie logic, she had an equal chance of being first to die or longest-lived, and those are not good odds. :)
Korthul warily looks up the un-ruined staircase and turns to Harold, saying "I don't think we should go up there right now. Not without bringing the others, at least." Korthul looks at the other doors in the hallway, quietly putting his ear to them and listening for noise on the other side.
"Interesting," Korvus muses, his bestial expression a mixture of scholarly curiosity and horror. "Do you happen to remember the dwarf's name? We should let Sheriff Caeler and Father Grimburrow know, in case a friend or family member is searching for a dwarf who has gone missing in the area." "I'm sorry, I don't. I was still groggy from my injuries. I'll let you know if anything comes to mind." Haldhin:
--- After examining the hall, Korthul will get in behind Harold, axe held in one hand, dagger held in the other. "I've got an eye out. Let's move quietly."
"That Splatter Man you speak of sounds awfully familiar. Gibs was obsessed with my name when he had me imprisoned. He kept adding a new letter ever few hours, sometimes as fast as minutes. Before he killed the dwarf, he wrote his name in blood along the wall." "If your hunch is correct, he could very well have been controlled by the Splatter Man." ---
Korthul nods in response to Asha's curtsy. "The professor and I were not exactly friends, but I am pleased that we are well met, milady." --- Once in the entry hall of Harrowstone, Korthul quietly sets about his work, searching nooks and crannies for possible traps or secret entrances.
"What money? The professor owed me his life, and I, having no life left of my own, was hoping to collect on that debt," he sighs regretfully. "I did not know the professor well, but he seemed the sort that could set someone on the right track when that someone was starting anew." "As for what I'm doing now," he shrugs. "These cultists beat me, left me for dead, and crossed my personal wishes to keep Lorrimor among the living." Korthul emits a small chuckle. "I'm not much of an orc, but I'll admit that the prospect of timely revenge gets my blood boiling. Those cultists will pay Lorrimor's life debt with their own."
I'm really sorry to hear that. :( Sadly, I've recently had some bad news as well (family emergency) and am heading home for the weekend. I should be back home and good to go again as of next week (i.e. Monday-ish), but until then, I won't be able to post. Please NPC Korthul until then, and I'll be back to control him soon, if all goes well. I guess it could be played out as him being pretty quiet and still sizing up the group as a whole; he wants to help them because they're on the lookout for Lorrimor's killers, but he's also overly cautious around new people.
"Dead?!," Korthul exclaims. "I was seeking him out. He owed me one from some time back, and I was in need of payment on that debt." "As for how I was held by this madman, I was attacked here by what I assume to be cultists and left for dead. This 'Gibs' must have found me then." Korthul is pensive for a moment. "I was told Lorrimor was still alive by a half-elf and human in town. Have you maybe heard of them?" Korthul continues to describe the human and half-elf in question.
"One other body at least. I didn't see any more. And I believe I know of the man you speak. Lorrimor, his name was. Did he come with you to the ruins? I've been looking for him for some time now." Korthul nods at Harold's compliment, but his eyes flit away from the larger half-orc's gaze.
I'm back from the holidays, and should be good to post consistently for the foreseeable future. Also, good move with that haunt siphon. With an 18 not hitting, I was getting pretty worried. :P
Korthul does not relax when the scythe disappears, and while he does not sheathe his weapons, he does lower them to take a less threatening posture, he looks around at the group, appearing to size them up. "I appreciate you feeding Gibs to me but who the hell are you and how did you end up here? Did you come here with the madwoman?" he asks indicating Asha. "I was about to ask you the same. I came to in that room over there," he says, indicating the room behind him, "where your madman has been performing some dark deeds." Korthul indicates a few of the scars on his arms that appear more recent than others. "These are fresh. And someone is slain by his hand." A worried look crosses his face for a moment, but Korthul does not elaborate further. He once again turns to look at the group as a whole, spending a bit more time eying the walking statue. He returns his gaze to Bjorn's. "And what of you? This does not seem an appropriate place for an Oathday stroll. Too many flying armaments."
I'll try to be available to post over the weekend, but if I haven't posted and Haldhin wants to update, I say, don't wait for me. I'll be back to regular hours come Monday, so it should be fine from there onwards.
Korthul gives Harold a brief look of thanks as he introduces himself, and then returns to the task at hand, attacking the grim scythe with his weapons.
Indeed, I should also warn that I'll be a nit spotty over the weekend as it's Canadian Thanksgiving, but I should be able to keep up with the thread via mobile.
As the enormous half-orc, Harold, engages the floating scythe, Korthul looks at him in surprise, letting out a quiet exclamation, "Korgath? What are you...?" His sentence is cut short by a grunt of pain as the scythe bites into the flesh that had so recently been cut open by Gibs' war razor. Fresh blood pools, and Korthul realizes he must focus on the task at hand. With a new warrior in the fray, Korthul hopes to take tactical advantage, as he quickly dodges and weaves his way around the scythe, hoping to attack it from its "flank," wherever that is on a floating weapon being carried by disembodies arms. Once in position, he swings with his axe.
Korthul becomes distracted from his bellowing to the group below and turns around to see the terrifying apparition approaching. He barks out, "I don't know who you people down there are, but I'd get my weapons ready if I were you. Something terrible approaches," while drawing his axe and dagger, waiting for the thing to come nearer so that he can hopefully knock the ghastly scythe away.
The face at the top of the stairs belongs to that of a very human-looking half-orc that has suffered some serious facial damage in the past. He appears to be quite short for a half-orc, only just six feet tall if even that. He turns his head to the group and curtly bellows, "Leave him alive. I have questions that need answering."
Hoping that this Gibs hasn't spotted him getting up, Korthul tries to silently hop/sidle over to Gibs and push him off the side of the balcony by throwing his full weight onto the madman. Secretly, he hopes nobody sees him hopping and/or sidling in chains, due to the embarrassment factor.
Korthul tries to get up onto his knees, in order to take advantage of the sudden and fortuitous approach of a group of people below, attempting to do so as silently as possible in order to evade the mentally unstable man's attention.
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