Sorry to have to say this but I'm going to be dropping out. Between my health issues and real life I simply don't have the time I used to for gaming.
I hope the game keeps going and that you all have fun.
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Just an update for you. I've had Meniere's disease for 30 years now. I haven't had a bad spell in over 5 years but last week it flared up again and put me on my back. It's fading again and from experience I should be good to go in a day or two. Thanks for your patience.
Sorry, my health is bad at the moment. Bot me as needed.
Focus on your main problem and let the game rest until you can return and give your full concentration. RL always comes first.
Manos will move to flank the Dracolisk attacking the Captain.
Manos hustles up besides Baub and takes a shot at the nearest Barbarian.
"Out of the garden and into the icebox!" He mutters. "And everything is still trying to kill me."
My early morning involved a pair of broken teeth being yanked out, so I'm floating on painkillers at the moment. Normal service resumes tomorrow.
Sorry, it's been one of those weeks from hell for me. Can't update at the moment, I hope to get some free time tomorrow. Bot me if needed.
Manos has nothing that can effect the intruders at that range and starts moving closer.
Manos nods eagerly when Invisibility is offered. "Much appreciated my fine new friend." He says jokingly.
Manos is untouched, at least by hostiles anyway. :)
Manos sprints up beside Jetro.
Like Duardlara Manos gets as close as he can with the invisibility and uses his crossbow to save on pistol ammunition.
Sorry for my silence, a family matter has had me away from home the last few days. Things are settling and I"ll be back to regular posting tomorrow.
Manos moves behind the Barbarian pestering Baub.
As he doesn't speak the language he leaves out the witty quip. :(
Manos moves over to aid Greta.
Picking his spot and driving his blades in deep. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought with some resignation at his heroic actions.
Moving up the stairs this round.
Manos makes haste to get to the requested area, once closer he will look for the chance to slip into the shadows as he prefers.
"Besides, if we fail you have lost little, but if we succeed then you've gained something for free." Manos adds helpfully.
Sorry for going missing. I picked up a nasty cold from somewhere on Sunday and have been bedridden since then. It might be a day or two more before things get back to normal.
Manos blinks as Helgash tells why they are here. Finally he has some understanding of what is at stake! 'Eternal winter? Not something that I would wish on anyone, not even a Cheliaxan.' He thinks to himself.
Completely lost, but gamely following. :)
Manos stays quiet and observes all that passes with great interest. A completely new race wasn't something he had ever encountered before and he was noting all the details he could.
Manos reloads and holsters his pistol, giving the defenders a friendly wave.
Manos is glad to see the world moving at the normal speed again, lining up the rider he takes a shot.
Feeling sluggish Manos loudly infers something impolite and all too likely about the demons parentage. You never had a mother, a pig farted and you fell out!"
With nothing else he can do he wings a shot at it.
Manos waits for the promised spells, his pistol ready to fire.
"Crossbow or Pistol I'm afraid." Manos replies to Duardlara. Moving closer as she asked him.
Manos can't really follow what is being said, but he does notice that the woman does not look happy with Duardlara and covertly readies for any trouble.
Not on Golarion?" Manos mutters to himself. "Where in all the hells are we then?" He makes sure his weapons are ready to be used and moves so he's not in anyone's way.
Manos is still here, just being late to the party is lacking a great deal of information on what you're up to and what has happened to you so far. That means he's watching quietly and hoping to find out just what the hell is going on. I'm still here an slowly getting back into being able to post regularly, but will be quiet from time to time.
Sorry I've been so quiet. 2019 has hit me hard and low. Still here though.
I have a moment to myself so I'm dropping in to wish everyone a very merry Christmas! Have a wonderful (and safe) holiday people.
Manos observes quietly, he hadn't known the dead man for long, but he had lost good friends before and gave the respect of staying silent while the mans friends grieved.
I thought you did really well thanks. Things immune to precision damage are a real leveler for Rogues. :(
Sounds like a plan, Manos will hold till he sees the results of Helgash and Greata attacking this horror.
What a great time to return! Anybody have any obvious potions or wands of cure that Manos can grab and use? Looking at the map I seem to be out of combat for the moment, so reloading pistol and trying to get people conscious again seems to be the best plan.
Sorry for my lack of posts, I'm away from home for a few weeks looking after my father. I have some internet, but most of my time is taken up with Dad. I meant to give you a post about it earlier. If I'm slow please keep botting me.
"Looks like he's settled." Manos says with some relief, he cocks an ear. "Sounds like the fun is still taking place inside." He stealths over to the door, getting behind the whatever that's fighting in the doorway.
Manos quickly removes Jetro's weapons from him, "Do you have any healing?" He asks Duardlara in concern.
Manos sighs. "Hope he's not too popular?" He mutters and moves to flank the bewildered man again. "Sorry Jetro, but she's prettier and smells nicer than you." Is his excuse for continuing to murder the man.
"Travel to strange new lands. Meet interesting people, and then stab them in the back!" Manos nods as Duardlara gives him the word to murder her team mate.
"I hope you realize this is for your own good? That was some appalling overacting." He adds critically.
On his action Manos will continue trying to put Jetro to sleep the old fashioned way.
Feeling like he's a book behind in the trilogy Manos moves to flank Jetro with Duardlara. Swinging his rapier hilt first at the bewitched mans head in an effort to knock him out, or knock some sense into him?
Manos moves around the corner to regroup with the others.
Mnos blinks as the room rapidly empties, shrugging he follows.
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