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"That... did not sound like a goblin." Barra said, lowering his swords. "Any thoughts on those crystals?"
Tempo: 8 Stepping around the dwarf, Barra lunges at the goblin's face again. Rolls:
Barra drives swords at the goblin from either side, letting out a wordless cry that's as much exaltation as it is frustration as he does so.
Rolls: (8 + 2 Roar + 2 Flanking + 1 Inspire Courage)
Trusting that the best thing to do against a spellcaster - not that he'd ever had cause to fight many, but the tales were pretty clear on this point - was to push them as hard as possible, Barra charged forwards alongside Ranek and drove a sword at the goblin's gut. Rolls: [roll=Attack]1d20+10[/roll] [roll=Damage]1d6+7[/roll]
Both swords held in front of him, Barra's long limbs quickly outpace his stunty companions as he runs forwards as well.
"Lathander protect, there really was a dragon..." Barra whispers, awestruck by the mummified form in front of him. At Bolkvar's words, he quickly turns aside. "It looked like the ground was... grabbing it? Eating it? And... why hasn't it rotted?" He asks the more scholarly members of the group.
"Have the conversation, at least. Someone owned those tools, and those crystals - who- or whatever it is is definitely a threat. Plus, we still need to find those ashes."
"Strange dreams, voices in our heads..." Barra mutters. "Can we... talk back?"
I have no objection to ABP; buying gear is always my least favorite part of Pfinder.
"How did they die?" Barra asks, gesturing at the corpses.
"Um, folks? I think she's dead" Barra points out unhelpfully.
Water goes flying as Barra does his best to keep his rhythm up, dancing around the elf as he tries to sink his swords through her armor. "Watch yourselves - she's getting desperate!"
Rolls: Using a SwA to use Defending the Pride
Full attack:
From dry ground Barra leaps forwards, trying to clear most of the water between him and the closest copy of this witch. Rolls:
Tempo: 5 The waters in front of Barra start to ripple in time with his feet as he begins to leap and sway his way around to the back of the pool; each step syncopating to clear the way for his allies.
Actions: Circling around, if at all possible, and starting Bardic Performance.
"That is... not good. Has this happened before?"
"One of the followers of the Broken God - a man so broken himself he may be on his own way to divinity. Where have you heard of it?"
Barra's eyes wandered off to the side, and he bit back the "Actually..." that threatened to wind its way off his tongue. He did speak one other thing on his mind though. "Bolkvar. There's no need to be so rude - even only a decade without seeing the sun would drive any one of us queer, and our lady seems to have been here far longer." "If I may, lady, I have a different question: Have you ever heard of a Saint Bakau?"
"May not be much point in arguing." Barra whispers. "Old elves get stubborn."
"Charm us? What charms?" Barra asks as they wander through the shaft.
Barra snorted. "A bard would likely be more useful than any book, 'round these parts. Old folks will know more than any southlander's library. But... last question from me: any there troublemakers been up into the mountain, that you can remember? Even if it was years ago."
"It's a rock - sounds more like dwarf magic to me. And neither would stoop so low as surgery." Barra mutters, but nods. "Seems to me we owe her some questions, now that the children are out of danger."
"Out of curiosity, when did the dreams start?" Barra asks, looking through the shop's tchotchkes like a base tourist.
Barra has been leveled. +1 Fighter / Bard (Rubato)
"Well of course we're going back." Barra says. "We still need to find those ashes, and there's no guarantee that, a day after we leave, more kids won't be taken. If we wait, it probably shouldn't be more than a day." He checks the weight of his purse. "Ideally less."
Stumbling downstairs, Barra heard the tail-end of the conversation and shrugged. "Sleep in the temple, that's what we used to do when we were kids. Works surprisingly well, if you don't mind being up early."
Waking alone in a strange in, Barra shakes the cobwebs out of his head and curses to himself. Those dreams had been unpleasant, to say the least, and on top of that he'd missed dawn service. Not that he'd ever consistently made it, but still... bad omen. Especially what with awaited them today. Rubbing at his eyes, he pulled a bowl of water close and started to shave.
"Besides, if they bolt before we come back then at least they're gone." Barra half mutters, turning to the kids. "Alright, we're going to take you all home now. Aglar, see the big Paladin? Stay with him, alright - just follow him and you'll be fine. Orn, you do the same with the archer lady, okay?"
Barra stays back, and whispers to the ambulatory young 'uns, "Stay behind me, kids."
"Hear me out for a moment. The lives of the people of Auvandell are more important than some Saint's dust - he's been dead for years, another day won't matter. But Auvandell needs to know what's been happening here. We should leave, once the children are good to travel. Agreed?
"That's not all - this is the second time, now, that we've caught whomever is using these gems trying to infiltrate Sundabar. The town elders need to know about this, so that they can search the town for others like the children." While Thurvek knelt and made ready to fix the girl, Barra sat with Aglar and Orn. "You know," he said with a slight smile on his face, "not all elves are magic. I'm half-elf, and I don't have a magical bone in my body. Maybe my ears aren't pointy enough."
Very disappointed that Barra wasn't listening in on that mental convo, and so can't make a joke about Grumpy lecturing about bedside manner.
Barra clasps his hand on both Thurvek and Marcus's shoulders. "Remember the gems? Can we... put them to sleep and check?"
"Give them some space folks, let them breathe." Barra says gently. "Ranek, can you help me make sure these trolls stay dead?" Setting his pack on the ground and opening it, Barra feels about for his torch and flint.
Barra will be using Encouraging Roar next round, if people going after him but posting before me would like to factor that in.
Now staring down two of the swamp creatures, Barra does his best to dance around them and keep them all lined up while he scores their hides with his blades.
Rolls: Spending two points of tempo to regain a round of bardic performance, then 5ft-stepping and full attacking.
Barra ducks under the troll's ungainly lurch and slides past it, slamming both blades into its sinewey hamstrings as he goes. Alas, both are turned by its leathery skin.
Actions: Spending 2 Tempo to regain Encouraging Roar, then full attacking.
No worries Samnell, and don't worry if you need to take a break from the game - I'll at least still be here when you have everything back together.
Barra attempts to live up to his name as he draws his swords and drops lithely down to the cavern floor. "Get the children!" He cries, as he runs towards the trolls.
Actions: Double move, and using Encouraging Roar as a swift.
- replacing Acrobatics to avoid fall damage.
Barra takes a moment to listen to the slapping footfalls of his party, then drum his own feet in a syncopated beat. Everything is a dance - even the butchery they were about to visit. Actions: Activating Inspired Courage.
Tension: 4
Barra begins to feel around the edges of the wall, looking for some kind of seam or switch. See, this is why everyone avoids spending time with wizards. Stone talking isn't *normal*, it shouldn't even be a possibility! There must be a room behind the wall. Question is, how to get there...
I did say that Barra will keep scouting ahead while they're climbing, if that got missed.
I was going to leave the climbing to someone who's a little better at it than Barra.
Write idea, Mr. Dwarf, but wrong statues... Barra thinks with growing concern. After a few experimental hops to try and see what's on the slab, he shrugs to himself and keeps moving towards the voices.
Barra gave the monk a long look, a singing feeling in his chest. None of you have ever had to sneak out of a house in the middle of the night, have you? I'll stay a couple feet ahead, be ready to come rescue me.
"Okay, this is a little creepy. The workmanship is impeccable, though." Barra says, stepping close to one of the statues to admire it more closely. Kendra Leigh Speedling has not created a profile. |