Morzul's page

Ah yes, of course.

TOD?

Still MIA, eh? (popped over with the wrong alias earlier)

Hopefully! I am rearing to go!

Am I good to head over to the gameplay?

Ok wood elf monk ready to go! Need to hammer out a full back story, but this will do for now I think.

Yes

I am sorry guys. I didn't mention this before because I hoped it wouldn't be this bad. But I feel I must inform you all that my posting is going to slow down drastically until some time around Christmas. My work is balls to the walls busy for the next 16+ days and I am practically living there. Being off as early as I am right now is a miracle, one that I intend to fill with sleep after I catch up online. Please, DMPC me if I slow things down. I apologize for any inconvenience.

"Show yershelf!" Morzul shouts.

Morzul enters a fighting stance, battle axe in hand. "Bring it on."

Thanks, Cold Eyes, that was a fun way to use our time!

Somehow Morzul heals the Paladin, and helps him. "Good shpar, shir."

"Foolish shnake!" Morzul grins as the sparring match continues.

Attack1: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Attacl2: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

If it meets it, it beats it.
Morzul attacks with another barrage!
Attack 1: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Damage1: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Attack2: 1d20 ⇒ 6
[dice=Damage2[/dice]

Morzul swings with a flurry of blows from his battle axe!

Attack1: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Damage1: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Attack2: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Damage2: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

I am!

Oh in that case I am ready to go then :)

what were we looking for here again?

Morzul drinks a sip of ale from his tankard. "This has been a long journey. It is a shame coming hear will not bear fruit."

Morzul cautiously enters behind the paladin, fists at the ready.

hi contilo :p

I apologize for my absence. My wife went into labor Saturday afternoon and delivered our baby boy yesterday morning! I am just dotting for now, DMPC me to keep the story moving but we just got home so life is kinda crazy!

Here!

We aren't overdue... Things are just weird because they thought they were gonna induce with the diabetes... He is due Oct 17, next Thurs :)

here! Still no baby!

And my baby is gonna come any day now so I will be disappearing with little to no notice!

Morzul bursts into tears as he listens to Bedlam's lament over their fallen comrade.

... the floor opens up beneath you and you fall 20 feet into a pit trap. Once you land on the bottom, you hear a click and a giant, searing ball of flame comes flying at your head and explodes on impact. You are dead. Dead, dead, dead.

"I've got a bad feeling about thish..."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Morzul readies his chakram.

I appreciate that. It means my posts will be sporadic, and concise for the most part. But I am enjoying this group! And the baby will be born Oct 17th at the latest.

And my wife and I are having a difficult pregnancy...

same here, and I have been crazy busy in RL

Lol! way to foil my plan!

Morzul hands the map to Fulito upside down, so that when the hobbit takes it he will turn it right side up.

Morzul smiles as he fills with mirth! What a way to worship Caiden Cailean!

I thought it was you, me and cold eyes... but we all suck at sneaking.

Morul helps Fulito up and follows him to the camp. "Aye, and hish dwarven companion. I have ale for all."

Morzul follows.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Why not let the hobbiy, the shnake, and meself go try to talk? You two dwarvesh can set up an ambush, just in cashe?"

"Aye, but mayhapsh they be friendliesh and our hobbit friend should try to talk to them."

Morzul follows Bedlam.

I don't care wither way [/ooc]

Morzul politely takes the map out of Fulito's hand and corrects it for him.

Morzul comes stumbling out o9f the bushes, pulling his pants up and fastening his belt. [b]"Hey guysh! What'd I mish?"[b]

I am back! I had a tiny bit of cell service, but I didn't use it because the fishing was FANTASTIC! and last night Paizo was down, so sorry for the delay.

I am leaving for camp today. I will post tonight if I have cell service, otherwise you can bot me till Wednesday evening.

I am going out of town tonight or tomorrow morning. Now till Sunday, my posting should be fine, but Monday we are going camping. I may or may not be able to get on with my phone. If I can't just bot Morzul till I get back.

Morzul shakes his head solemnly, but says nothing as he silently prays for the poor souls in the trees and helps Bedlam with the cairn.

Morzul sees everyone else looking up and does the same, taking a swig of ale.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
"There be leavesh... and shticksh up thar..."