YGood idea, I can do that
Larg takes position to grab the rope and pull.
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Soon Largs shaggy hair blooms into magnificent curls. He grumbles at this new development.
I'm ready as well.
Larg sweeps his sword at the bag, slicing it open to release the marbles, then retreating back, placing himself between the wights and his allies.
I need no rest, but I will stop if you little ones need it.Are we to make camp here or return to the surface?
I'm a grad student, so I only technically have a spring break. I'm not going any where.
Rinse and Repeat.
Larg let's out a yell of fury at the centipedes CUSSTTAAAAARD ]
Larg with imeadiately launch into a flurry of steel at the centipedes around him
My custard making fingers are always itchy. Larg follows in after Bud
I'm ready. +1 to dex to make it 16, took WF(Longsword) as my feat. Also I now have a few rounds of rage a day.
"Alright then" Larg takes and attaches the pulley and rope. Then with a big tug he tries to lift the door.
Oh yes. Very entertaining indeed. We should trip the cage again. Teach this imp a lesson about firing traps at the monsters and not the adventurers.
Larg bursts out laughing at the skeleton's new found predicament.
Here we go again
Larg reaches up for the button "Now that we know how this room works, this will make a good fall back position if we are forced to make a ... strategic retreat. Not that that would happen"
*grunts and pulls rope*
"The Minitaurs killed our gods an age ago. The ritual of the custard is our own. Enemies cooked in our milk and their blood. She made herself our enemy by attacking us in the midst of our planning to kill her. He pauses a moment, looking at the corpse. "Wizards! What do these X's over her eyes mean?""
Larg steps foward to flank with his mirror and unleashes a torrent of attacks, hoping one will land.
Even invisible, Larg's charge hits its mark, his horns making delicious floor custard. Then in a frenzy of attacks, he tries to make more.
larg bellows as he charges at the creature, head down in an attempt to gore it.
"I say we attack it before it hears us talking and decides to attack us. This discussion gets us nowhere." -Posted with Wayfinder
As if on cue, Larg tosses his breastplate, bag, weapons, and shield through and starts to squeeze though himself. It takes him a while to figure out how to get his horns through, but eventually, through much grunting and bellowing, he makes it through. Once his breastplate is strapped on once again Well. Let's keep going
Oh dren! Give them to me. I'll wedge them apart He takes out his hammer and drives the spike in the seem, hoping that it helps.
Larg, as per usual, silently watches the exchange. All this talk of magic and spells makes me uneasy. Can we not just set the trap off from a distance? Use some of your fancy magic hands or a summoning.
Larg takes the block and tackle and hammers it into the wall. Attaching it to the portcullis, he grabs teh rope, steps back and gives a mighty pull
To the north then.
All minotaur eat vegetables. It makes us strong.
Larg simply sat down and asked the waitress for "all of your lettuce and carrots in a bowl". The resulting scene was not unlike watching a lion tear through gazelle, but somehow with more carnage. When done he simply pushed the bowl away, burped and headed for the dungeon.
Larg put his load down and went to the back, preferring to let his comrades do the haggling. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, looking both as threatening and nonchalant as possible.
"My sense of direction cannot be questioned. I am Minotaur. Labyrinths are our birthright."
Ok how about this for a trait. It's not as straight forward (or as boring) as "use str instead of cha on intimidate checks", and does add rather than substitute, but the requirement of horn use puts it on par in power to a trait. Intimidating Horns - Minotaurs are feared for their use of their horns as weapons on the battle field. And some minotaurs use this fear to their advantage. After using their horns to attack or used in a display of prowess, a minotaur can add their strength bonus to their next intimidate check. I'd also just take the simple str to intimidate, but I kind of like this idea, considering the outcome of the first battle. Alt: Floor Custard: Minotaurs have a dish made from crushed meat called floor custard. Traditionally this is made by the trampling the bodies of dead adventurers, typically by the strongest of the tribe. As such, adventurers and other know to avoid the strong looking ones. Minotaurs trained in the art of floor custard quickly become known for their strength, which often cause others to run at a simple flex of the muscle. Strength to intimidate instead of charisma.
Reaching the edge and seeing the expanse below him, he abruptly turns and pretends that that was what his plan was the entire time. You could almost swear that he wasn't too fond of the idea of climbing down from that height.
Sensing indecision in this group that will only take more talking, Larg takes action. "We go this way."
He starts heading west, expecting the others to follow.
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Larg has been looking contemplative and vaguely angry (though that part is normal for his kind), trying to get a feel for his new companions. Eventually, he does say something. You all talk too much.
Larg bows his head and charges at the ghoul, roaring the whole way, and makes good on that promise of floor custard as he solid buries his horns into it's flesh.
No He pulls out his sword and shield and flexes menacingly. I'm far more into the mood for floor custard. Now leave, you bastard!
Larg shoulders his way in, pushing to the front, grunting We can just as easily crush their skulls. Distraction and lures are coward's tactics
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