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Bolstered by his own attack landing and seeing those of his allies achieving likewise accuracy, Loch tightens his grip on his mighty hammer and continues his assault, hefting the hammer up to drop another vertical swing onto a remaining beasts. Earthbreaker
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Loch's continuous misses against the creatures seem to stoke his rage. Clenching his teeth together so tightly that it seems he may well break them, he steps into another swing of his earthbreaker against the same spider he attacked before. Earthbreaker:
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Loch can begin to feel the effects of their bloodrage take their toll...can feel the angelic wrath in his blood just beginning to fade. Focusing his efforts, he swings the earthbreaker around, up, and then down on the spider in front of him. Earthbreaker:
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Loch furrows his brow and stares intently at the spider that tried to bite him, stepping forward to counterattack, putting his weight behind a crushing blow with his earthbreaker. Attack:
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Just as Loch shoulders his hammer and takes a step towards the ladder he spotted, he stops as the spiders egress and encircle him. His eyes twitch wildly, jumping from one foe to the next. Rather disliking being surrounded, he pivots where he stands, for a moment unable to focus on just one enemy. But the sheen in his eyes gleam brighter as the voices in his mind corral him into action. "Skittering things, messengers of darkness, minions of shadow, oh yes...." He arcs his hammer off of his back and returns it to a ready position. "Let us see if you cower before the light..."
Readied Attack:
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Loch hits the roof and grunts, and swiftly looks left and right to get his bearings. Narrows his eyes, he pushes himself up onto his feet. He slings his hammer across his back and looks to see if the rooftop he is on presently continues or if he must climb back up to the hole above him.
Status: HP: 27/27 (5 temporary)
Loch eyes the creature with burning resolve as it leaps over him and the others and sets itself to flee. He turns to follow its arc and sees it bound away and up, and knows that he will be unable to catch it. He drops his hammer to the ground and snatches the bow from his back, still limned in a supernal sheen. Tense with fury, he draws the string back and fires off an arrow. Composite longbow:
When the creature swoops into attack on the other side of the tent, Loch feels it in his blood. A call bubbling through his veins; a supernal echo that reverberates through mind and spirit. A command both whispers and bellows from a time, a place beyond. Trembling slightly, he allows the voices to conjure up the might hidden within. His eyes take on an otherworldly glow, and his pale flesh takes on a lunar, pearly sheen. One step takes him from a stationary stance to a run, and he u-turns around the tent, footfalls heralding his coming. Other than his steps, he is silent, but within his head the voices scream. Coming up on the creature, he draws his hammer back into a ready position. When he closes in on the creature, he swings it down in attempts to strike.
Earthbreaker:
Status: HP: 27/27 (6 temporary)
Loch peers out from around the hut and he narrows his eyes when he hears the creature laugh, though it seems to have moved much too quickly for him to see this time. "No mere beast, no..." he mutters at the thought of it laughing while tightening his grip on his hammer. He keeps his back to hut's wall and glances one way to make sure nothing is there before peering around the hut and watching the scene more closely.
Knowledge (Planes):
Seeing others in the group move into the alley to await the creature, Loch steers himself around one of the two huts that form the alley, putting his back up against one while he wrings his hands around the haft of his hammer. His eyes flick up to the sky and dart back and forth, waiting to see this terror of the night.
Loch moves out behind the others and immediately dashes off the main road and across the way from the others, making for an alley or other crawlspace to enter. There, he turns to look at the group and grasps his hammer with both hands, shrugging it off of his back. He watches the others as they move off and carry on, following by sticking to the alleys. He doesn't particularly try to remain quiet or hidden, just out of the way.
Loch walks in a circle around the rest of his new companions as they discuss, tapping a finger against his chin. "This one does not drink, no...They do not like it, and it makes Them loud. I am not so good at pretending, nor rackets. If one is to prowl the roofs, I will stay to shadows and alleys, yes...this is where I am best. You four can make the group and the noise. Besides, maybe six would dissuade the dark one, but maybe not four, yes?"
Loch remains quiet as Vasily and the others converse, but he closes his eyes intermittently and his lids flutter when he does. At some points he tightens his lips and shakes his head, and every minute or so he glances behind him to make sure no one is creeping up on him. For the rest of the time he stared intently at Vasily and watches him for any signs of bluffs, falsehoods, or other misleads, though when the others seemingly decide to go out and make noise to get the enemy's attention, Loch silently agrees that it is the most reasonable plan. Sense Motive:
Entering Twitcher's, a great unease falls upon Loch and he immediately backs up flat against a wall. His eyes dart fervently from patron to patron, and he is soon quite certain that at least most of them were out to get something from him. After several seconds of watching, he becomes a bit calmer, and when no one rushes forward to attack him, he swallows deep and walks forward as if nothing had ever overcome him. He moves up into the shadows of his companions and glares intently at Vasily. "Yes...tell us what you know of the dark one," he whispers, not exactly to anyone but himself.
Loch appears, and more armed than he was before. In addition to the kukri at his side, the gnome now carries both a hammer and a blade, each near as large as him, on his back. He has a grim look about him, either determination or foreboding; it is hard to tell. When he arrives at the rest of the group, he takes a position amongst them. Not rising past most of their knees, he raises his chin and lets his eyes move from one face to another as they speak. He doesn't say much to anyone or respond to their musings, but mutters things under his breath to himself all the while. When they set off, he does as well. Despite his small stature, Loch has no trouble in keeping up with the strides of the larger folk. He takes car to position himself a bit off to the side of the group, and towards the back, head darting left, right, and behind as they move, peering down every alley.
"I will get my things, then, yes. I will be needing my hammer if we are to smash those of the darkness." Loch heads for the door and watches behind him out of the corner of his eye as he exits the building.
Loch opens and his and shrugs. "I don't know. 'They' don't know. I suppose the only way to know is to see, yes. If a walk by night in this Shingles is all it takes, then the next step seems obvious." The gnome's eyes dart from person to person in swift succession.
Loch looks over to Sylas and stares at him for a moment. "Or maybe that's just what I want you to do." "A dark creature in flesh and deed, yes. Fire and black flesh? Some devil, may be. I have been through these Shingles, I think. Some time or another. I might have slept in a corner there once. The planks sound familiar." After Sylas makes his remark, "Yes, a pattern. Hmm." Loch taps his temple, trying to pick out images from the many in his mind.
Loch closes his eyes as the others speak, listening intently as his eyes flutter behind his lids. Then he speaks. "I have met guards before, yes. Though I think at those times there were other things on their minds than what degree of warmth they should have to me. Things....different now, yes. Oh ho, the Mad Gnome being called in to do things that they cannot. Oh yes, different, different...but when it is the darkness-eyes closing and not theirs, might be the pitch of their tune will change, yes." The gnome hops of the of the chair, the small scabbard of his kukri knocking against the edge of it as he does. He immediately grabs the hilt and looks left, right, and behind him, as if some force were trying to rob him of it. He waits a second, and then whirls around, staring at the empty air behind him. He stares for a good few more seconds, holding his breath, until he sighs and releases his hand from his belt and turns back around, heading to the table. He stops at the surface and frowns, returns to his chair, drags it back to the table, and clambers into it once again to get a better look. He looks down and snatches a sheet of parchment and sets his amber eyes to scanning it. In Celestial:
"Oh ho, a gift for words You lot have given me. Now I cannot look at words and not puzzle them. Is there darkness in these words, I wonder? It is everywhere."
After looking it over for any curiosities, Loch grabs an inkpen and stares at the page in quandary for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, but stops himself short and merely shrugs instead, jotting down his name in Common, Gnome, and Celestial. "Hm. Never worked with anyone before. Not like this. Take care not to stab me in the back. I always look behind me first."
Each time someone enters the building, Loch's traveling eyes art directly to the door and his flesh tenses. He watches those who arrive until they are seated, and only then does he relax. At the first mention of vampires and monsters, Loch ceases his fidgeting and sits stone-still in his chair. His eyes stop shifting and his gaze focuses on a spot on the floor as he listens. His hands slowly curl into fists and his expression is one of both concern and anger. When the man finishes his monologue, Loch's eyes slowly rise from the floor to focus on him, and dart swiftly to Grigor as he speaks. He takes a long look at the ranger before closing his eyes for a few moments and when he reopens them he is again looking at Valiel. "There are many dark creatures in this place, yes...We..I see them." Just as with his mannerisms, the gnome's voice is different from before. It is low, grim, bearing some weight. Still, it seems slightly, ambiguously distracted. "Their eyes peer out from the darkness everywhere, and I am told to stop them. But I am only one, and the eyes are many, yes. I..." he closes his eyes and nods slowly, and mouths the word "yes" in Celestial. "It seems this path is approved, to hunt for you, with them. The strength in many is noted, and it is believed that more of the dark eyes will close this way. This is what is said, and I have long learned that what is said is what must be." Loch eases back in his seat and closes his eyes again, and upon close inspection one could see his eyes moving quickly behind his eyelids.
The door opens, but for a few moments nothing enters. A voice can be heard in barely audible whispers during those moments, until a person of small stature skulks in. A gnome of pale flesh and platinum hair enters, his amber eyes darting swiftly around the room as if expecting to be attacked. He wears dirty, piecemeal clothing under a fine silvered suit of mithral, though it too is adorned with grime. He holds a letter in one hand, crumpled, and rolls up onto his toes to get a better view over the table. "This is it, the place, yes it is...awfully bright..." He strides over to the table and tosses the letter up onto it before moving around to the side and glaring more intently at those already seated, however briefly. He looks each one up and down and his eyes raise to the corner of the room, and after a second of quandary nods to himself. He grabs a chair well away from the door and drags it a few feet away from the table, angling it so that once he clambers into it, he has a good view of the room, the current inhabitants, and the door. "Everywhere, everywhere," he whispers. "But it is quite bright hear, so they can't hide. Good idea, maybe." When offered the tea, the gnome starts slightly, shifting an inch backwards in the chair, and holds his hands up in protest. "Oh no, no no no. None for me. Oh, I am Loch, that is me, you see. But no, no and thank you." The gnome fidgets in the seat, obviously restless from sitting in one place, but waits all the same. He periodically whispers to himself in several languages, usually Gnome and Celestial.
Greetings all. I am GMT -5 (EST) for time. Awesome bonus perks, DM. I love doing little things like that when I DM as well. Flavor is always fun. Also, you had mentioned the disappointment with the lack of arcane characters in the submissions; if you/the rest of the group think it would be good, I have no problem retooling to full sorcerer if need be. Sticking with the Bloodrager is fine, too. I'm open to whatever. As for feats, I was thinking about rethinking my original ideas of Dodge and Iron Will, but I don't know to what. I'm terrible at thinking of feats when I start out a character most of the time, mainly because I don't know how I'm going to play the character 100% (and for the Bloodrager, having not played one, I don't know what specific role I want to fill). I know you plan on starting tomorrow so I'll confirm my feat selection tonight. |