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In desperation, LeGrande decides to ingest all of his remaining regents, and components at once. The others watch in amazement as his body swells in size, then a strange purple fur breaks out all over his body, then a thick orange fog begins rolling from his ears, mouth, nose, and all other orifices. As he begins to shake and tremble, and emit a sound like a hyper teakettle, he then explodes into a bloody, and putrid rain of Grippli confetti.
LeGrande will continue to try and stay full defensive, until he's got a few more HP, or some bombs back.
LeGrande follows along meekly, limping a bit as he goes, and holding his sore shoulder, when the Goblins come streaking in. Initiative. LeGrande will go full defensive. (AC19)
LeGrand shakes his head as he is awakened by the healing energy. "Thank you my friend". "So we take all the risk, have to try and use nonlethal force to 'Capture' these unknown beasts, and all we get is a share of the potential profits". "Sounds like not such a good deal to me".
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With a final croak, LeGrande falls to the ground un-moving, and bleeding from one ear, one nostril and one eye.
LeGrande reaches into his satchel for more bomb components and comes up empty. He instead reaches for a Javelin, and toss it the giants way. "Here". "Catch" (+2, -4 for melee, +1 for higher ground) Damage
Firmly shaken by the size and might of the giant, LeGrande rushes himself to lob his last fire bomb, then look for somewhere to hide. Touch Attack (-2 for shaken)
Legrande takes the opportunity to deliver some flambe to the pie festival. Touch Attack
Ah now there's something to talk about to my grandchildren. "Fire in the whole". LeGrande jumps up and lobs a fresh Fire bomb at the two headed mutant.
Bomb Attack {Ranged Touch} Fire Damage
Fun. You'll be in my neck of the woods. I live over near Kennedy Space Center, about 45 minutes east of Disney.
LeGrande starts to roll his eyes at the pyromaniac Goblin, then realizes he has a point, before stopping to pick up a few of the flasks. "These might be useful to throw at something at that".
LeGrande enters the room carefully, fully expecting the beginning of his underground quest, only to relax with a somewhat disappointed frown at the commercialization. Then his eyes rest on the bigger sign. "Really". "Tours for free". "What's the catch"? he says out loud to nobody in particular.
Perception LeGrande's head is whipping about taking in the sites of this new experience, having trouble focusing on anything in particular.
LeGrande cringes as the negative energy surrounds him stealing his energy. He leaves the pub with the others, feeling weak and dizzy. This whole adventuring thing is not anything like what I thought it would be. I haven't even made it to the dungeon yet, and we've already been in multiple scuffles. Isn't there enough danger here without creating our own?
LeGrande's head is beginning to hurt from the onslaught of noise, violence, ale and hot sauce. "Well I was called here to explore some dungeon". "Maybe we should gather our motley crew, and set forth...so we can make it back in time for ladies night...maybe with more coin"?
LaGrande works his way to an empty table, shaking his head at the conduct. He waits for a serving wench, and will then look over the menu. Might as well have a healthy meal before descending into the depths.
Seeing Darius enter...he seems to have at least a little common sense...LeGrande moves to join him. "Think they have anything in there hot"?
LeGrande breathes a sigh of relief at the now comfortable surroundings, and briskly rubs his hands together to stimulate the blood flow. He begins to browse around the union waiting for his new comrades to finish up their silly snowball fight. That stuff is dreadful. I don't understand why one would intentionally throw it at another if they don't mean harm.
Legrande runs for the door, determined to stay out of the silly fight. He hates getting cold, and it must be warmer inside. Besides he knows they wouldn't have a chance in a real snowball fight.
LeGrande follows Darius in a few steps behind carefully looking at his gear to see if there is anything he might want after he steps into the first spiked pit in his eagerness.
In his normal style LeGrande moves forward slouching a bit. He shakes his head in wonder. Are all adventurers like this.
"Ah, what a ballad this will make! The story of the handsome and clever gnome, the grumpy human, the brave ogre, the wily goblin, and the...uh..." He stops and stares hard at Legrande. "What are you, anyway?" "I am one of the proud and noble race known as Grippli". "When is this handsome and clever gnome arriving, so we can begin our adventure". Legrande, then resumes looking around.
Legrande shuffles closer, glad that everyone is all in one place Well glad is a relative term :-), and tries to get a peak in closer to the castle as the others talk to the guard.
LeGrande stands halfway between the castle and the house, and watches both to see which way he needs to go. He has given up on sneaking up on anything with this crowd, so will simply wait, and choose his direction when something happens. Perception
"Thank you for the compliment". "I can make bombs, and explosives, but at this stage they are only safe for me to use". "you're certainly welcome to watch me and share the experience though" , LeGrande says with a smile.
LeGrande stands a little to the side watching the posturing, and banter between the others. They are like my master. I will probably have to do all the work here as well. Still I see potential in a few of them. He moves his lithe small body carefully forward, and is a horse croak introduces himself. "Greetings all". "I am called LeGrande". "I am a master of potions, poisons, and bombs, and things that go tick in the night". "I hope we will be able to keep each other alive". |
