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Hey guys, I've run into one hell of a real life snafu, and have basically been living out of my car for the last week or so. That means no wifi, and no access to my laptop. That makes leveling pretty damned hard. Hopefully everything gets better on the first, and I can actually have a house again. Anyway, I apologize profusely for being so absent. I'll still be posting, I'll probably just be a lot more scarse.
Morrick scoffs.
He stays quiet for the most part, until the eye-fungus is revealed. He recoils back, and shakes his head.
Morrick eyes Damien and moves over to him.
Se'Liss rolls her eyes.
Morrick places his hand on Damien's chest and produces healing energy.
He then stands, and looks at the rest of the group.
Morrick takes another swing, two handed this time, trying to crush the thing's head. He continues his speech, to try and keep his allies motivated.
Se'Liss pipes up as she sways, keeping her grip on Morrick's neck.
Growling at the chains' failure, Morrick swings his mace in a vicious arc.
As Morrick advances, he points at the Dopplenurse and shouts out part of the holy word of Asmodeus.
A spiked chain bursts from the ground underneath the creature, and wraps around its legs, attempting to drag it to the ground!
Morrick grins.
Morrick begins speaking to the group in a powerful tone.
Morrick looks grimly at the execution attempt, but says nothing.
Se'Liss raises her head to stare at the prisoners.
Morrick clamps the viper's mouth shut after the outburst, and speaks firmly.
Hey all, I was without wifi for a while there. I switched providers and they told me there wouldn't be a lapse in service... Then I got a lapse in service because they had to run cable to my block. I'm getting everything updated now.
Morrick grins wickedly, and points a finger at the "woman".
Morrick seems nonplussed by the discoveries, and nods to Faust.
Se'Liss, however, has a much more direct approach in mind.
Morrick nods at Navin's suggestion.
The Asmodean then goes to the small tribute to his god, and begins praying. Se'Liss rolls her eyes, and then takes a nap, snoring loudly (for a snake, anyway). Even in sleep, the familiar finds a way to harass the cleric, as her snoring interrupts his prayers more than once.
Morrick looks back and forth between the arguing parties, and sighs. Se'Liss, however, is much more vocal.
The serpent tightens it grip on Morrick's neck and looks out of the doors, at the storm.
Morrick thwacks the snake between the eyes with his index finger, to stop the ranting, and speaks to the group.
He gestures to his group and continues his sly vocal manipulation.
Hey everyone, sorry for being absent for the last few days. My two year old brought home some kind of demon flu that the entire house failed fort saves on. I'm on the mend now, and catching everything up and getting all of my games updated.
Morrick tilts his head at Se'Liss's words, and then looks to the others in the room.
He ponders the meaning of that for a moment and then speaks again.
He rummages through his backpack, and produces rope, a grappling hook, and pitons.
Damien hangs his mace at his belt, and runs his fingers over his holy symbol lovingly.
The Asmodean walks over and begins looking through the bodies for anything else of note while the others put on thier gear.
Being too shaken from earlier events, however, he doesn't find anything. Once everyone is finished, he addresses the group.
The man looks almost pained when he mentions race, as if that will be a personal challenge for him. He looks at everyone again, and speaks.
Morrick nods.
Morrick glares at the serpent, and snaps back.
Even though his words are harsh, the man picks up the serpent, checking it for damage, and then places it on his shoulder so it can loop around his neck, the head coming out over the man's right shoulder, like some kind of reptilian pirate's parrot. It's clear that even though they appear to hate one another, there is some kind of affection there, even if neither one of them will admit it. I'm glad to see you're unharmed. Now, where in the nine hells are we? And why can't I remember anything?
The snake ignores Morrick for a second, and responds to Damien.
The viper looks back to Morrick, and answers his questions.
Morrick calls out.
He fires his crossbow at the fleeing Doppleganger, the shot looking like it's going wide.
Despite his voice raising, he still looks about nervously, especially since he fired his only bolt.
GM: If that is Morrick's familiar, then it can speak common, is extremely mouthy, sarcastic, and arrogant, and is a creature sent by Asmodeus to help (and watch over) Morrick as he gathers souls for him. Morrick will likely interrogate the snake, and they have a sort of partnership where they both insult the other quite frequently, so have fun being as asswipe to Morrick via his familiar whenever you play him!
Morrick scrambles to the keys, and unlocks the door.
He notices that his loaded crossbow is on the floor next to him, and he grabs it and aims it at the Damiens.
After being hit so viciously, and seeing the other pulling ahead, Morrick runs after them.
Morrick shouts, and punches the thing, throwing a wild haymaker.
Morrick retreats with the others, but keeps looking over his shoulder to see if the creature is following. If it is, he fires his crossbow at it as soon as he can make out the shape.
He continues his inspiring words as the group flees.
If the creature is not pursuing, he gestures to the others to stop, and gather themselves.
Morrick jumps slightly at the creature's viscous swipe, and aims his crossbow. He doesn't fire quite yet, his hands still shaking from the suddenness of the whole situation. He does, however, begin speaking. His voice is strong, and deep, like a priest giving a sermon in temple.
The cleric stays away from the creature, making sure one of the other people in the...room... is between it and himself.
Morrick doesn't go near any of the people, but he does look toward the noise, and draws a loaded crossbow from his back. He checks to make sure there is indeed a bolt in the chamber, and points it toward the footsteps.
The man seems a bit unstable in his panicked state, almost as if he's just as ready to fire the crossbow at any of the people gathered around as he is at whatever is making the noise.
GM:
Most of my starting gear was armor, a cleric's kit, extra supplies like rope, two bandoliers and some acid flasks, studded leather armor, and a cold iron heavy mace. I'll assume all I have is my adventurer's outfit unless you say otherwise. He also has a light crossbow and 10 regular bolts. That's all I can remember off the top of my head, but I think I remembered like 99% of it. Once I'm at my computer I'll have everything in order. Morrick looks around groggily, and reaches for his mace. In it's absence, he begins to feel a cold, paranoid, feeling of dread. This is only magnified by his familiar, Se' Lissis, being gone as well. Upon the discovery of the other five, he backs away, looking around frantically.
This is GM Evil's alias. My phone is giving me issues with posting the profile online, but his starting feats are extra bardic performance and improved initiative. He's going to be cleric all the way, with a viper familiar who speaks common and infernal. He'll have stealth as a class skill, can use profession barrister for bluff and diplomacy, and will have an initiative modifier of +8 and 10 rounds of bardic performance. He will channel negative energy, can only spontaneously cast command at level 1 (instead of CLW), and isn't going to be much for healing. As soon as I'm able to get to a computer, I will have the alias fully posted. GM, his backstory will be exactly the same as it was before, except that the viper familiar will take the place of the eidolon. Please don't hold the game up for the others on my account. |
