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Sorry for delay. Kuruk will attack from reach two adjacent guards if possible.
Kuruk stands at the front wondering how is he expected the bar the doors when the doors are wide open. Instead he waits a little to the side to see if the ambushers on the second floor climb or jump down to the first floor upon seeing the imaginary fire and that is when he will rage and rush in and strike.
Kuruk smiles. "I like that last part, but if they were going to trick us by burning the mill to ambush us, then they know we care about mill. So would they believe we would burn something we care about?"
"So first they trick us into burning the mill and now WE burn the mill? Confused how this plan works..." It's painful to see Kuruk try to figure out plan in his head.
Kuruk moves forward with his polearm and slashes at any survivor.
”Warning shot, Kwin?” The barbarian winks at the halfling.
After “scaring” off a dragon, Kuruk is on a tremendous high. ”Of course, we will do it. We can hold off the hordes of the Abyss if needed.”
Kuruk seems in shock when the dragon retreats. "Ya don't see that everyday." He accepts the congratulations. "You're right Kwin, need 2 new javelins. Do ya think the departure of the dragon ends the assault on the town?"
Kuruk watches his javelin graze the dragon. Yes! A little late but you're overcoming your fear...atta boy! Confidently, Kuruk stands before the dragon, dust and his blonde hair whipping in the wind, as he draws another javelin. He looks down at it, looks up at the dragon, and moves another 30' away from the party so they do not get roasted by another lightning breath as he launches his javelin at the dragon's nose. "Begone!"
Kuruk grips his javelin and waits for the blue dragon to swoop in (within 30') nearby and rushes 30' toward the battlements, where he lets the javelin soar!
Kuruk remembers in a flash that night when he didn’t act, when he succumbed to the dragon fear and watched his village get massacred. He swore to himself that would never happen again. He digs deep inside and fights off the fear! ”Yeah, we can drive that damn lizard off!” Kuruk grips his javelin and waits to hear if there’s a plan.
Kuruk grabs his halberd and javelins and springs up the stairs. "We're with ya, dwarf!"
”No goat milk, but it will do for now.” Kuruk takes a bite of the meal he is sharing with Ziyad. He stretched his muscles remembering the wound the cultist inflicted on him. He had to be more careful if he was to survive this night. Kuruk drinks water and tries to hep in the Keep where he can.
After combat, Kuruk will drink his healing potion and heal 10 hps, correct?
Kuruk double attack again on cultists!
Kuruk uses action to attack non-wounded cultist north of him and then minor action to attack wounded cultist, if any, with shaft.
Kuruk moves 30’ east and launches his javelin. Following round, he does same so he should be within range. Then he grips his halberd and waits for the enemy to engage.
Kuruk rubs his wounded shoulder, "That's a lot of bad folk..."
Kuruk grunts in pain, as his shoulder bleeds, and proceeds to attack the foul reptile again!
Kuruk will attack the drake twice with his halberd:
”I don’t know a Sally or how a port could be on dry land, but it sounds like more dragon minions need killing. Let’s go.” Kuruk leads the way through the door.
Kuruk ponders for a second, "We free secret tunnel so villagers can find way to Keep, right? Soooo, shouldn't we tell villagers about tunnel so they can do so? Keeping tunnel secret to ourselves seems pretty dumb, no?" Kuruk starts grabbing bodies and hiding them in the tunnel.
Kuruk attacks 2 kobolds, who are blind, with advantage.
Kuruk waits his turn and then moves up with his halberd and attacks at 10' distance.
Kuruk follows Quarion's instructions, as he moves the halberd away. "Wise." He then looks toward the halfling, "You look shifty, wanna go outside and give it a look to see if enemies are waiting for us?"
Kuruk moves 10’ east and thrusts his halberd again at the swarm!
"Rats? How many rats?" Kuruk looks at his polearm's blade, shrugs, and holds elf off. "Brother, I can thrust weapon when I see rats and try to kill some. Then you can go ahead of me." Kuruk steadies himself and waits until rats are within his weapon's reach.
”Sounds like a good idea to help the villagers. Have someone show us to the cellar.”
Kuruk takes 2 swings at the blind mercenary.
Kuruk attacks his mercenary, trying to slice body parts off, but his blows clang off the warrior's shield.
Kuruk's outrage is apparent when he sees the scene, "No time for talking this time, elf! These men must pay with blood!" He rushes off with his halberd set to skewer the first mercenary and then spinning his weapon to hit the adjacent one with the blunt end, stopping 10' away from them. "Die cowards, leave the women alone!"
Kuruk stood with his mouth agape...that worked?! He looked over at the elf impressed. "Keep those lies coming, Q. Let's move." Kuruk leads the way to the Keep.
As soon as Kuruk saw the cultists make demands, his hand went to his weapon but upon hearing the elf start to talk, he stopped to allow the elf to do his thing. Perhaps we didn’t have to kill everyone and everything...bah, he was thinking foolishness. He waited to see what happened, ready to strike if all went to hell.
Kuruk's blood freezes when he hears the dragon roar. He looks up to see the dragon and mumbles to himself, "Not again..." He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Let's move, we have to get to safety before that beast breathes again."
"Kwin, can you kill this froggie attacking me?" Even if Kwin does not kill the kobold, Kuruk will move to the sling kobolds taking opportunity attack and swing his halberd at one, then with his bonus action, he will spin the weapon around and attack the adjacent one with the blunt end.
He will then yell at the feasting kobolds, "Leave that man alone and come get me!"
Kuruk comes out, halberd in hand. "Damn, it's dark, can barely see. Looks like trouble found us. I vote for keep, I would imagine stone is less flammable." Kuruk looks back to the party to see if they will follow to the keep, the adrenaline surging through him with each step.
During the trip:
The present:
Kuruk groans, ”Yes, prefer dry land. No need to worry Q, we only have to meet with half-elf and talk more. Sounds very boring. But if something happens, my sharp halberd will help us out.” Kuruk sounds irrationally confident in his abilities. When the boat docks, he quickly gets off and promises to meet the party in the a.m.
Kuruk grunts to Gimble, "You know my answer. Anything I can do to kill dragons or their cultists, I am in. Will be my pleasure." He thrusts his halberd in the air with both hands.
Kuruk puffs his chest out in pride at the halfling's comment, "Yes, we are. I am Kuruk of Clan Swiftstride, well met." Finally, someone who understood him!
The blank look on Kuruk's face was apparent after Zeeyad's diatribe about symbols. Apparently, he was the family of some other family of some place I've never heard of.... Kuruk tuned out Zee, as he would call him from now on, until he mentioned the word meal. "To put some meat on yer bones, you need to eat 6 raw eggs, fresh goat milk, and raw meat. Ain't no fish in the sea gonna match that." Kuruk is startled when he sees the crab and he walks away to the back of the room. What a weirdo!
Kuruk eyed the elf with confusion...he's not even that strong...I think the half-one is stronger than him! Where have you sent me, Timmons? Bunch of weaklings..no wonder they need me! Kuruk nods at Quarion and then looks at the gnome waiting for the story. Theater troop? Kuruk decided keep quiet as he normally did when he did not understand what was going on around him, which was often for him if it did not involve combat.
No disrespect fellas, just playing Kuruk as an outsider, having lived all his life in Icewind Dale, so all this is new to him. And as a barbarian, he respects strength and might. So 8 Str perplexes him! :)
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