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Sorry to hear it, but understandable. Folks, these are some great characters that have ben played very well. I've enjoyed making stories with you. Tal, than you so much for running the game, and sticking with it as long as we did. Much appreciated. Hopefully, we'll see you all around on the site. Thanks! mellowgoth
"Well, the birds might be a bit much of a temptation for Sharpmaw, here, especially if the blood stops flowing. I'll stay here with Hana. Shout if you need us", he says, waving with one hand and scratching Sharpmaw's eye ridges with the other.
Glancing about at his comrades, Lawdrak gives his awkward shrug. "I, for one, would welcome you. Guiding us, I mean."
Lawdrak nods, heads to the woodline, and begins to strip deadwood for a pyre.
Lawdrak takes a deep breath of the outside air, smiling a little as he scratches Sharpmaw's eye ridges.
Instructing his dinosaur to stay put and receive healing, Lawdrak wearily climbs to his feet. "I'll scout ahead a bit, see if the way is clear to the exit." Casting light on the point of his spear, he walks ahead, carefully looking around for threats.
Lawdark sees to stabilizing Hana. cure light wounds
Lawdrak darts forward, gritting his teeth, seizes Hana;s ankle, and drags her away from the blasphemous thing.
Lawdrak tries to convey to Sharpmaw an order to drag the wight away from the orb, as he moves closer.
GAsping a little as the effect of the undead's draining hits him, Lawdrak lays hold of thier unconcoous colleague and heaves him back five feet.
The young druid winces a little at the jagged scrape the wight leaves, but is able to shake off its more dire effects. Risking further injury, he ducks back, around Shaprmaw's lashing tail, and, doing his best not to leave himself open, tries to heal their fallen friend.
"Cover me, I'll see to Savras!" Lawdrak calls to his friends.
Lawdrak and Sharpmaw rush forward to aid Hana, not quite reaching the melee.
LAwdrak tries to spear the wight:
And Sharpmaw tries to bite:
Lawdrak takes a long, looping run, staying out of reach of the (blue) wight until the last minute, hoping to occupy its attention as Sharpmaw moves in to attack.
re: Mum's PWNING the undead: Scroll of spell: 150GP
Having the right spell for exactly the right moment: Priceless...
Lawdrak slings a rock at Red.
Lawdrak loads his sling and steps to the edge of the pool, keeping watch for Hana.
Posting from my phone...please assume Lawdrak shares the spoiler.
Lawdrak will move ahead a bit, sling loaded, ready to support Hana.
Doubting his ability to do much himself, Lawdrak concentrates, reaching out with his mind and magic for help. Sharpmaw remains at his side.
Lawdrak lays a restraining hand on Sharpmaw, holding the dinosaur back from a melee that would only bring it harm. Then he drops a stone into his sling at hurls it at the creature through the press.
Lawdrak casts light on his spear-point and, Sharpmaw at this side, follows his friends.
"Ugh..." Lawdrak adds helpfully, paling and taking a step back from the ledger.
"Might as well take it back outside and try opening it. Even if it crumbles, we might find a word or two," Lawdrak ventures.
Lawdrak looks uncomfortable, darting a quick glance at their new acquaintance. "I'd hate to stir something up then move on, and leave it to trouble those that live here.." he mumbles.
" It's a Sicklefoot. A Deinonychus, the Elders call them," Lawdrak mutters to his friends, then slowly moves out so the woman and her saurian friend can clearly see him and Sharpmaw. Laying a hand on Sharpmaw, he gives a slow bow.
"Your pardon, Lady," he calls out in Polyglot, "As my friend says, we are merely passing. We will take no game without your leave. " He switches to another language - one that seems somehow raw and primal - for a few words, then bows again. Druidic: "I show my respect to one that the Scaled ones call a friend"
Lawdrak scratches at his chin as the discussion about the route goes on. "I'll listen to our guide, of course, but I'm more comfortable under the open sky..."
I will have shopping and my profile updated by the end of the weekend. Things are a tad chaotic right now - I start a new job on Monday. Feel free to bot me to keep things moving, if I lag behind. Thanks!
Druid 5 (Saurian Shaman)
The habit of obedience to his elders in matters of ritual and mysticism has been literally beaten into Lawdrak. Between that, and the familiarity of such a setting, Lawdrak does not hesitate the slightest bit to comply.
Lawdrak hold contact with one of Chirok's eyes, again bowing his gratitude to her before turning to the tribesmen. "Thank you. We are...honored." he says, fumbling for words. He gives Savras a tight grin and a muttered thanks. "She's quite a creatures. Maybe someday I'll be able to speak with her like directly."
Lawdrak will, slowly, firmly, and gently move his hand along the creature's side, looking for a loose feather. If he is so luck as to find one completely clear, he will take it in hand, and slowly raise it into the bird's view. If THAT goes well, he will adopt an exaggerated questioning expression, and slowly move the hand with the feather to his breast, covering it with his other hand. If things are still going well at that point he will pause for a few seconds, then bow his head and retreat a step. If needed:
Does Chirok allow Lawdrak to place his palm on him?
Lawdrak will slowly - painfully slowly - approach , hands wide and open. If he is allowed close enough he will, again with exaggerated slowness, place a palm on the creature's feathers. "I do not know if you can understand us," he says in a low, calm voice, "But we mean you no harm, and what we would ask of you comes at no cost,"
Lawdrak studies the creature, trying to incorporate its movements and mannerisms into his own, non-verbally conveying their peaceful intentions.
Lawdrak hands over his weapons, and sternly tells Sharpmaw to say put and not eat anyone.
Hissing, Lawdrak does his best to lever the tribesman over onto his back, but his grip seems to slacken a bit.
As Lawdrak approaches the tribesman, his tongue flicks in and out of his mouth a couple of times, and his head moves back and forth in an oddly serpentine manner. He darts in at the tribesman, trying to catch him around one shoulder and move behind.
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