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Mef tries scaling the wall once more. "Eh, sorry lass...if you'd move right over, oof!, no over....ah!, how bout..."
"....hold right there!" Using Libri as a living ladder, Mef manages to scramble about halfway up the pit wall, clinging on to the side for all his worth.
Mef stifles a cry as he tumbles into the pit. Looking around, he gives Libri and embarrassed look. "Sorry about landing on ya, lass. Had some difficulties managing my trajectory." He says without any notice of the spike poking through his leg. Trying to stand up, he finds he's pinned to the bottom of the pit. "Looks like I'm a wee stuck." He says, the with a grunt of pain, takes his leg in both hands and yanks it off the sharpened spike. Standing, but favoring his hole-y leg, he tries climbing out of the pit.
Mef keeps blasting away at the robot.
....but his first shot gives of a soft pop as the pistol misfires. "Son of b*~&@in'....." Cursing loudly, Mef grits his teeth and quickly clears the offending cartridge.
Mef keeps firing at the robotpsuedogod! "Eat lead ya gods damned sassafrassin' nihilist!"
@GM: Don't forget, Jorac/Lucian is out of town until today.
Mef steps closer and fire four more shots at the robot.
Mef urges Trigger forward as he issue a challenge to Hellion. "Come on then, you two bit pseudo god of God's damned nihilists!" Taking aim with his pistol, he fires three shots at the wannabe god.
Mef shakes his head in exasperation and looks to Jorac. "Any ideas, boss?"
Mef searchs the face of the creature for a few moments, the shrugs. "He seems earnest to me....."
Mef eyes the four-armed, red creature. He gaze turns a squint, and he spits on the ground. "Are you another one of them blasted nihilists?"
Mef nearly collapses to the ground, but only bends over, breathing heavily, and wipes the sweat from his brow. "F!*&ing nihilists....."
Mef steps toward the half-orc and swing hard.....too hard and misses.
Mef steps northwest, hoping for flanking, and swings at the orc.
"That's not even a real weapon!" Mef roars as he swings again at the orc.
Mef moves west to stand protectively over Libri as he swings at the orc.
Seeing Libri go down, Mef lets out a roar of anger and attacks the nearest orc.
His anger throwing off his aim, Mef misses.
Mef tries to capitalize on the flank, attacking the dark man. He does not capitalize.
Mef steps to the northwest, drops his pistol, and draws his hook hammer. Swinging hard, he tries to strike the guy to his south.
As they move deeper into the complex, Mef clear his throat and nudges Taran. "Uh, sorry about that back there...." As they enter the next room, Chez shakes his head and sighs. Moving closer, he fires at the dark slayer.
Mef shakes his head as if trying to clear, the looks up with a crazed, angry look. Fixing a wild stare at Taran, Mef draws his pistol and begins waving it Taran. "What are talking about, you f&$+ing nihilist! You don't care about s$!#, let alone the gods!" Leveling his pistol at the dwarf, his eyes narrow as he slowly pulls the trigger. "See if you care about this, f$+&er."
Mef kicks Trigger's flanks, urging the pony southeast, then fires at the remaining man.
Mef steps to the north of Taran and fires twice at the acolyte in red.
Mef's first goes off, but the second misfires. Gritting his teeth in anger, he quickly clears the jam
Mef leaves Trigger outside, then follows along.
Mef glances at his companions, but when it becomes evident they are not going to speak up, he starts to say something. Right before the words leave his mouth, the voice insults and begins trying to hurt the party.
"I think this must be some kind of nihilist god!" Mef shouts. He watches Taran, wondering how there going to fight a god.
Mef urges Trigger to the west, then fires a shot at the troll.
Reloading quickly, Mef fires off two shots at the remaining ogre.
Mef urges Trigger back five feet, then fires twice at the ogre.
Mef guides Trigger closer to the fight, then fires at the nearest
Mef fires two more shots at the wraith.
Mef moves up and fires two shots at the wraith with his inferno pistol.
Mef moves to the southeast and fires a shot at a skeleton.
"Any ideas what tis'?" Mef asks.
Seeing his bullet have no effect, Mef spits on the ground as he tosses his pistol away and draws the magic hammer. . Urging trigger forward, he swings the hammer.
Mef urges Trigger into the room and fires a shot at the creature near Libri.
Mef and Trigger keep at it!
Mef and Trigger keep at it!
Mef draws his hook hammer as he drops his pistol, and swings at the creature!
Trigger rears up and tries to stomp the creature!
Mef maneuvers Trigger into the room and fires a shot at the creature, then quickly reloads!
Chezwezl leans over Trigger's neck, breathing heavily. "That sucked greasy gears!"
Mef swings his hook hammer at the manticore, then wheels Trigger around, moving away from the beast, and begins to reach for his lance.
Mef grimances as the pressure from the manticore's bite, but thanks the gods his armor holds it at bay.
Dropping his pistol, he grabs his hook hammer and swings at the beast!
Mef fires another shot at the man-o-core, then reloads.
Mef grunts in pain as the spike impales itself in his flesh, then fires again.
Cursing, Mef reloads and fires again.
Mef moves closer and fires his pistol as the manticore.
Mef lets out a small sigh of relief. "Yes, compensation is entirely appropriate, and we'll gladly pay. Show us the way!"
Mef sighs and nods his head. "Aye, we're the ones who brought his downfall, but not before he got one of own. We're looking into some things in these parts, heard you might be able to help us, if help you. Mutual sort of thing, eh? Before we get into details, you don't know of any powerful healers in the region, do ya?"
Mefindio shakes his head, trying to clear the fog of remorse. "What are we gonna do about Jorac?" He mumbles. As the group encounters the fight, he looks to Taran. "Well, which group do we side with?"
Finding the potions and the nanite guns, Mef runs back to Taran and being more partial to guns, shoots Taran in the arm with one, then moves to Libri.
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