I wish all of you belated happy holidays - especially you, WR. I think you could use them most. I hope your new year is better than the old.
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I'm glad you and your family are safe, Ray! The images I've seen from the storm are terrifying. Also: I'll be packing up to travel on Sunday, so my posting will probably be spotty until next week.
Holy crap. :( Stay safe, Ray.
Koshukhep frowned at the newfound cleric. "Why were you captured, friend Ptemenib? What did they want with you? Why do they follow this masked man? Who is he?"
"He lives!" Koshukhep announced with satisfaction. "Who has rope? Kwin, can you fit down there to help him?"
I'm glad you're all right, WR! And best wishes for your family in Florida, as well.
Stay safe, WR!
+2 fe, +8 scent
Looking around, Koshukhep peered behind the machinery and into the wells, finally discovering a man at the bottom of one. "You, down there! Are you alive?" Koshu called. Looking at the nosoi, he added, "Will you fly down and see if that is Ptemenib?"
Koshukhep snorted, clearing the smell from his nose. "Poison! Don't go in, wait for it to clear. Nosoi, is this Ptemenib? If not, I say we move on and come back for this fellow later. He's not going anywhere."
Sharing the others' suspicion, Koshukhep went over to the boarded up room and sniffed, searching for some sign it was inhabited. +2 if there are undead.
Koshukhep took the holy symbol, but only to pass it to Izra for safekeeping. He made a small propitiating gesture afterwards, just in case. "They took his clothes? Odd... What are they doing with him?" He took the vestments off the peg and folded them into his pack. "Let's go."
Koshukhep nodded, and fished up one of the potions. "Let us take what we need, and leave the rest for our return."
Slowly, the huge lionlike catfolk stirred. Opening his golden eyes, he chuffed, looking up at Izra. "I have no fear of the weighing of my soul... but I'm glad the time is not yet, all the same. Thank you and your patron, Izra." With a many-toothed grimace, he rose laboriously to his feet, casting aside the offending crossbow bolt. He scowled at the hyena. "Filthy scavenger. All the same, it is only an animal, and could not choose its path. Leave it be." Not quite turning his back on it, he joined (presumably) Torin in regarding the gathered loot of the ambushers. "This is good and well, but did we find the priest we were looking for?" He sniffed the air, seeking.
Koshukhep crashed to the ground, a fallen giant. His heavy paw lay outstretched in the direction of the crossbowman, accusing (or threatening) even in unconsciousness.
The wounded man calls out a foul word that is not at all a socially acceptable thing to say about a dwarf.
Startled by both the hyena and Kwin dropping beside him, Koshukhep's counterattack wasn't as effective as it could have been. "I didn't mean that Kwin was anyone's acceptable target!" he snarled as he swiped at the hyena that had snapped at him.
"Hrmph," Koshukhep told Kwin eloquently. "You should not part them from their sign, Torin," he scolded the dwarf. "The Flame Mother may not be one of the true Gods, but any being of power would look unkindly on being separated from its worshippers. Potential worshippers," he corrected himself. "Are you worshippers of the Flame Mother, my friends? Truly, it is a powerful sign," Koshu insisted, rubbing some of his charms to ward off the attention of angry gods, just in case. Then he, too, looked for the nosoi, to see where it would lead them next.
Koshukhep flicked his paws several times, trying to get the rank undead off them without having to resort to licking. "Agreed. ...Ahmed? Suri? We should move on," Koshu called, but his curiosity was clearly in danger of getting the better of him.
"On second thought, Kwin may be an acceptable target," Koshukhep said dryly as he shook the stringy liver off his claws.
Aw.
Koshukhep's fury was terrible to behold. "Suri and Kwin are not for the likes of you, demon!" At first, it seemed that no matter how Koshu struck it, he found no purchase, but he learned as he went, and his paws shot out in black streaks to flense the undead thing.
Remembering his temple training, Koshukhep darted after the flying bag of filth and rot, lashing out at the last moment with claws spread wide.
Oh my god. I only just opened the discussion thread. I'm so sorry, WR. Best wishes to you both, and I hope things improve for your father. We'll be here.
Koshukhep snarled as he shifted to continue to protect the others, whipping a testing paw at the flying bag of organs.
Djehuti is on a work trip, I think. He probably won't post before tomorrow.
Lifting a vial to his maw, Koshukhep slammed back the contents, then dropped the empty vial and stood ready to defend his friends.
Blood still on his tongue from the heart he had eaten, Koshukhep growled and stood ready at the front, claws raised.
Koshukhep brought out and downed a healing potion he had been carrying; then, true to his word, he dug into the thug's body with his claws, wrenching his heart free, and took a bite.
Koshukhep roared like summer thunder, tearing into the nearest watchman even as he drew the dagger out of the catfolk's body...
"I will devour your heart," he promised, with a lion's unfriendly grin.
Koshukhep loomed behind Djehuti, scowling himself. It hinted at a large number of sharp teeth. "You are mistaken. We are on official city business." Welp. Guess they're tougher than Koshu expected.
Koshukhep was stopped in his tracks by the bird... or rather, what it was wearing. "The old gods!" he exclaimed, bowing before it. "What is your message, honored bird?"
Koshu's main resource is his strength and stamina, so he's not opposed to going out to kick undead butt.
Koshu paused to toss Toothy a scrap of fancy kebab he had been saving from the auction. "A deed to make Sekhmet proud!" Then he helped re-bar the way in after his friends had entered, before going to get his own things.
"Only he didn't use 'butt.' " Contemp-ref FTW!
Koshu delayed, looming behind Djehuti with his ears flat as he watched the thing come closer. After Djehuti had cast his spell, Koshukhep simply picked the elf up and sprinted away with him.
+2 vs undead, if that applies.
Let's go to the inn first, then. We won't do a lot of good with half the party ill-equipped. It'll be like The Walking Dead, but with a weirder gang of misfits. Kwin can wear the sheriff's hat.
"Djehuti speaks wisely. How long before the city entire is swarmed by the dead? And you have seen that we dealt with the mummy. Sticking with us is not the worst path you could take."
Koshukhep rushed back to the others and the Four Lanterns member. "I hear the undead filling the city! Did someone unleash a curse while delving the necropolis?!" He turned his gaze on Izra and Djehuti. "We cannot save all, but we can save some. Is there anything you know of that would help us stop this?" Then he noticed Ahmed and Suri, and his ears flattened. "By the gods! You, Four Lantern...er. Have you a cleric who can aid her?" He pointed with one long, black claw.
Koshukhep gazed at the ruin of the mummy, and shook his head. There was no greatness in coming back to attack these people. It shamed its legacy, and added weight to its soul. He went to see if there was anyone still in need of aid.
"I'll throw it!" Koshukhep grabbed the last vial and lobbed it at the mummy.
After what happened to Suri, Koshukhep needed no encouragement. Grabbing a vial, he flung liquid fire at the mummy.
Hearing the commotion inside, Koshukhep hurried toward it... only to halt as he found Kwin trembling before the mummy. "Honored dead, why do you rise?" he asked, drawing out a potion and quaffing it in case the answer was one he didn't like.
If you're using FeedDemon, yeah, sometimes they seem to spontaneously reset for some reason.
Koshukhep prepared to rip any hands that approached apart.
Koshukhep, too, redoubled his efforts, eyes narrowed at the dust they were raising.
Koshu hesitated only long enough to scent the air before joining Torin. "What idiot put scaffolding over this entrance?" he complained as they dug out the unfortunate people.
While his friends moved to help the servants, Koshukhep went out in search of the source of the undead assault.
Just as a reminder, I'll be traveling and unable to post on the 20th. Bot as needed.
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