Perception:
Luaediin will man the first gun he sees and start shooting down elves with childlike glee.
Search Posts
Perception: Killing, certainly was though. We can check that one off now. Oh Joy. He stares the prisoner in the eyes never breaking gaze, attempting to penetrate his psyche and make the dwarfs jobs easier. Intimidate:
Luaediin takes a deep breath and heads into the hole. After handing over the whip of course.
permission to fire, my lady?
With a great tug Luaediin tries to bring the poor cleric over the platform. Still holding his "leash" in one hand he practices his quick draw and levels a pistol at the elfs head. He brings the whip handle to his mouth, putting his pointer finger to his lips, his intent clear as day. Remain quiet or else. Strength Check:
Luaediin looks at the whip in his hands, looks at the cleric, looks at the whip, and just shrugs. He attampts to snag the cleric and tug him in over the platform. Unless hes close enough he can snag him with my polearm. In which case he turns down the whip and does that.
The second he sees us and points his head down to project his voice at the others Luaediin unleashes an arrow towards his throat. Attack:
Uner his breath to Naal. my lady thete is help on the way, perhaps we could use his supplies. he indicates the cleric.
Not really following the planning or understanding the technobabble, Luaediin sticks to what hes good at. He stays with Naal bow out and ready constanty watching for agressors. Perc:
Luaediin means to keep them out of the know. He makes a few quick motions and his eyes go black. A bank of fog rolls in around the group of elves below us, hopefully obscuring our location for a bit.
Luaediin pulls a final arrow and sends it flying towards the closest ones throat. Attack:
He puts his bow away and prepares for the elves next move.
Fort save:
Luaediin screams a blood drenched howl as his ear drums pop. His body language is that of a guard dog eyes peircing the heart of those who made his charge a target. Lets hope they are at peace with their souls, for their sake. Intimidate
suprise round
round 2 Luaediin continues moving towards Naal coming to a stop in between her and the elves. He draws back his bow a sick grin across his face as he unleashes an arrow at the closest elf. Attack:
Initiative: Luaediin will move towards Naal firing an arrow towards the most injured elf. Attack:
Luaediin will draw back his bow and unleash an arrow into the elf who noticed us. Attack:
Luaediin waits for the last moment enjoying the thrill of possible death and not wanting to let his charge out of reach of his protective magics.
He shows no releif as his pack opens succesfully and he lands on his mark in between Naal and the elves. Depending on distance from the elves he either draws his bow or polearm and looks intimidating as all hell.
Luaediin jumps with Naal and waits until she pulls her chute then pulls his. He is sure hoping she'll be safe. my lady, please put this on in case anything should happen on our descent and the glory that will occur afterwards. Stay close to me and elves will pile their bodies around us. Luaediin hands you a silver ring and once you put it on he casts shield other.
Many elves will die this day.. Luaediin says with a straight face as he takes his bow out and knocks an arrow.
Luaediin does not have time for curiousity. He keeps vigil over Naal as always following her at arms length wherever they go. He looks over the whole crew as if any could be the one to betray them. Perception
Redeye, taught me which end is dangerous. I figured the rest out from there.
Luaediin is wearing a wicked spiked breastplate with vicious twists and gnarls. Beneath that he wears leather and on his head a large well worn hat. The hat hidea a fact you can tell just by looking, but most would never guess. Luaediin doesn't know much about guns. Strangely that doesn't make you feel any more at ease as you see him unconsciously reach down and finger the grip of his revolver. His red eyes dart up to yours as he notices your gaze. you see his skin tone is different than the others, darker, or flushed it's hard to tell with Drow, something is off with this one. He smiles a disturbing grimace. Your belly doesn't feel right, and your suddenly glad you can't read minds.
Luaediin fires again chuckling a bit to himself. Attack:
Miss hance:
Will save: Luaediin gleefully fires a shot at the now flickering thing hoping to disorient it more. Attack:
He seems amazed. At the power that rang from his hand and he bursts out into a fit of manaiacal laughter. For a few seconds he almost seems like the source of your fear as his darkness infects you. He quickly compses himself and takes aim for another shot nsever loosing his grip on the flail.
Luaediin takes this opportunity while the could be assassin is dodging bullets to drop his polearm and draw a revolver (with normal bullets) and a flail. he waits for a better cue to it's whereabouts before unleashing a round.
Luaediin has drawn his Polearm at this point, and is standing guard over Naal'Suul.
Initiative:
Luaediin waits patiently for the meeting as always on guard. He has released his grip on his new toys, but every now and again he tugs at the holster subconsciously.
Only if I get to shoot the barrel A Large Smile is plastered on Luaediins face.
Whatevers clever.
I don't know much about all of that, but I do know the pleasure of sinking steel into elf flesh, and I hope to know new pleasures soon. Again his hands move to the tools at his belt and he fingers the grip slightly inching towards the trigger.
I don't know if that will dissuade him Red-eye, it might make him more interested. Luaediin fingers the handle of his revolver still not entirely comfortable with it's grip. He wonders if the airships could take a hit. His eyes glow slightly as he grins.
Ok so I leveled. +1 Gunslinger. +1 BAB
As Red eyes fingers his pistol, so does Luaediin. He mimics the motions with slight delays in action. Upon hearing how to load them he checks to see if his is loaded, and unloads it if it is. After being told which end was the buisness end he gets a smile on his face. Quick as a flash he has it pointed at Red Eye. Expecting a simliar response he full on grins as he finds Redeyes pistol at his face before he could raise his from it's rest. he relaxes his grip and places the gun back in it's case. Luaediin listens intently as Red eye continues explaining. Thank You, Master Dwarf. Is all he manages to say. Luaediin spends most of his time fiddling with the new toys he has, and practicing his bullet making and reviewing his sweet new appearance in the mirror. He gets the dwarfs to make him a change of clothes to really accentuate the Guns he now wears at his hips. Included is a Stetson, because Stetsons are cool. He immediatly takes to beating the hell out of it to insure noone thinks he's new at this. He experiments with some of his new alchemy supplies to give it a good aged look.
Throw Rock:
Luaediin readys to smash if it gets close.
Luaediin puts him polearm away and switches to his flail. He places himself directly in between Naal and the blob.
Initiative:
Round 1 Luaediin falls with Naal'Suul. Round 2 Luaediin takes up a position outside of the summoning circle and starts casting a spell. My lady, stay within my reach and I will let no harm come to you.
Luaediin is always ready.
Luaediin doesnt need any more. Gold is always nice though.
I wont be needing my cure light thats for sure. I would enjoy some more ac though. Also if Naal is taking boots i may need them to keep up with her. Well Luaediin would mention that at least.
grrrrr. I want to kill these pathetic little smears. Worship and bow to a flipping vampire do they? How when there is so much power deserving of respect. I wish Naal would just order me to slauter them all and pursue their beloved queen. He he he. Luaediin grins as he startes down the crowd looking for danger as always. The thoughta in his head can be seen through his eyes for any who dare meet his gaze. Perception:
Whispered to Naal'suul: my lady it apears one cart is missing. Watch your back and especially your above. Something is afoot.
Luaediin does not leave Naal'suul unless directed to by her. |