Agreed, it's been a great group to play with and learn how to PbP on these forums. Thank you GM for starting this one, I likely wouldn't have started playing if you hadn't offered a newbie friendly option to start.
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A month later and I see I missed this message. I'm still around but it's not looking good for the rest eh?
Marcus reaches down and shakes his whip from the dead lizard and tries to trip the lizard accosting Maffei.
Marcus slides over a bit to get a better angle, then lashes out with his whip, aiming to trip one of the lizards facing Grargath ()
Marcus steps back to gain some space and also lashes out at the huge warrior.
Marcus slides forward along the bridge as Grargath engages the lizards, reading proper range the bard lashes out again with his whip, hoping to trip up the nearest lizard.
Letting his song finish, for the moment, his tones echoing in the chamber () Marcus steps to the ledge and lashes out at the big lizard with his whip as it passes under him.
Spell launched, Marcus moves behind the more armored members of the part and starts singing a Kellish battle hymn.
Seeing Cira act, Marcus stomps forward, whip uncoiling as he stomps. As he moves he lets his anger flow, he thinks of the things he has already seen in this cave, lives destroyed. The pain, anguish, horror those poor victims must have felt, and even an anger for what was done to this tribe, how a seemingly peaceful, or near enough, tribe was corrupted by whatever filth was controlling it now. In his gut the anger festered, brewed, and gave life. As he stomped he opened his mouth... but not for song, not this time. Instead of inspiration and hope, good tidings or stalwart faith, instead a stream of filth poured out. His anger and hate made manifest, a stream of insult and curse, in several languages, couched in an elegance and inventiveness he had never before possessed. They say looks can kill, maybe, maybe not. But words do have power, and can burn like the fires of hell.
"Or, you know. A fireball. Do you have a fireball? " Marcus quips as he uncoils his whip and prepares to kick off some combat.
Staring at the group of lizards with anger smouldering in his eyes Marcus growls, "After what I've seen here so far I'm not looking to go around them. Through, then over feels better." The Bard begins mentally tallying the combat magics he has available and eyes the group critically. "A sleep spell might go over well here..." he mutters to Cira.
Marcus shares a look with Cira before nodding in agreement, then looking at the beast and shivering. Shaking it off, he turns to Maffei and calls Francis over, "You Ok? He had you good. Francis! Need a hand here I think."
Marcus casts grease on Maffei's trapped leg, singing out a lilting chorus of rapid rhymes while swirling his hand in a curiously ... slippery ... manner.
Fair enough. Once we had our second kid my headspace for managing characters and PBP was vastly reduced, even though I have time so I've paired my commitments down to this one and two other campaigns. The very slow rate of this game makes it hard for me to get back into the character and does delay my posting some, so if we speed up I think I'll be able to keep it up much better, stay in the Marcus so to speak. But if not, that's cool too. I'm in this till we figure out what this dragon is demanding and presumably kill him/her/it in response :)
Marcus slides to the side as the monster jumps from the water, shaking out his whip. Roaring in response to the beast he lashes out with his whip.
Yes, and I see I missed an in game post or two as well, try to get caught up tonight or tomorrow!
"Yeah, this place is just great. A nice warm fire, a packed tavern and an adoring audience sounds real great right now." Marcus mutters as he looks around, "not to mention the adoring groupies."
"The ambiance just keeps on improving..." growls Marcus as he eyes the tunnel entrance. "Though the dead lizardmen is a nice touch, let's see if we can't add more."
Marcus pats Cira's shoulder briefly with a wry, yet understanding, smile as he moves past and further into the complex.
Marcus recoils his whip and relaxes. "OK then, that's a start anyway."
Kinda makes me think I need to catch up on Looking For Group and Schlock Mercenary as well. Assuming they are still going
And here I was about to compliment your sweet new avatar :)
Dropping his song for the moment () Marcus targets the lizard targeting Francis ()and lashes out again with his scorpion whip.
She's the new Francis' celestial eagle
Aw man I love that comic. Speaking of.... I bet theres a bunch more I haven't read, unless it stopped back when
Having started his song, Marcus focuses his energy then slashes out with his whip at the closest lizard ().
Over the past, geez, 2 years I've played quite a number of games on these boards now and this particular campaign is consistently, by far, the worst dice of any of them.
Frowning at his failure to pull the lizard down, Marcus shakes out his whip then does the next best thing, Sing! He belts out a haunting elven piece, highlighting the bravery of some warriors succeeding against incredible odds in some gods forsaken swamp or another.
As battle is joined, Marcus unfurls his whip with a flick of his wrist and lashes out at one of the lizards threatening Grargath, trying to tie up it's legs and bring it down.
Apologies! My game thread didn't update! I'll get a post up tonight
Marcus eyes the lizardfolk and growls, "I don't like them at our back if we move on, too likely they'll stab us in it. Plus" remembering the heads on the pikes, "I've all the sudden got this urge for revenge. And those Palisades don't look all that strong, Grargath here can probably belch them down. If not, we've bows and spells." he finishes with short grin.
Marcus follows behind Gargath and Francis, coiled whip ready to hand and we looks about. Noticing the various heads, he grimaces and mutters, "Great decor, love what they've done with the place." trying to add a tiny bit of levity to offset the seething rage slowly burning at the sight.
Marcus mostly hides his amusement at Cora's predicament behind a warm smile before he vwntures; "Of course, it would be my pleasure. He then proceedes to use his handy little cantrip to restore the sorceress to a more presentable condition, perhaps softly chuckling between the songs of his casting. Finishing, he looks around, "We good?"
Marcus nods along with Cira, "When we find out missing druid we will certainly ask if she can help you. It looks like much of this swamp is in need of aid."
"Uh, yeah.." Marcus adds lamely, suddenly out of useful things to say.
"Come now Mr., Uh, tree. We haven't even been in this swamp before, let alone with axes and fire. Plus, it sounds like you lost your friend a long while back, and you know how short lived us humanoids are, whoever did it is probably long dead and buried by now."
"Huh? What?" Marcus adds with his signature eloquence.
Marcus just looks dumbly on as his group spouts off in languages he doesn't understand to a giant animite tree. "Guess I should have learned Comprehend Languages..."
The truth hurts sometimes!
Marcus turns back to aid Francis in rescuing Cira. again...
"Such decor. Love what they've done with the place." Marcus quips as he hops along the rocks next to the dwarf.
I wish those were a thing when I was a kid, I know my dad would have sprung for them. Totally the way to go!
Oooh, fun. Enjoy standing in lines :)
Marcus nods along. "Apart from the possibility of hostile tribes, are there any particular dangers of the swamp we need to worry about? Jabberwocky infestation or some such?"
Oh, I got it. Marcus is just hung over (as was I when I made that post :))
Marcus nods along as the lizard tells them... well, something. Despite pasting an interested look on his face, the Bard was having considerable difficulty understanding more than a third of the words being said. Luckily Grargath seemed to understand fine, so Marcus simply nods in agreement with the dwarf and feigns an interested mein ar rhe dwarf's question. I wonder if there is a Comprehend Accent spell out there?
Sensing the sorceress' distress, Marcus places a comforting hand on Cira's shoulder. Half to comfort her, half to stop her from incinerating the rude Luculian. "Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us."
Marcus smiles and hitches up his sword belt, "its a good thing we are such Big Damned Heroes." Though the mention of disease and marauding lizardmen does give him some trepidation he worked hard to suppress on the outside.
Marcus smiles and adds. "Cant hurt to have another healthy druid or two to keep the swampland safe, right?"
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