Murro curses and steps back, holding up his hands and concentrating on the skeleton directly in front of him.
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Murro moves to where he can look into the room without actually stepping into it and casts detect magic, studying everything he can see carefully.
Murro nods and follows along, keeping an eye out for any trouble along the way.
Murro peers around Valletin and frowns. [b]"These beasts are wasting our time." He extends two fingers, focuses his will and fires yet another Ray of Frost.
Murro studies the objects that Gandel points out and grunts in disappointment. "They're ordinary," he says dismissively.
Murro studies the items, snaps his fingers and looks again to see if they're magical.
Murro nods in agreement with Harold. "Not to mention that since we're in a structure that's already in poor repair, what with collapsed ceilings and walls and the like, it probably isn't a good idea to risk causing further damage."
Murro frowns at the repulsive creatures attacking from the other room. "This place is just filled with rabid beasts," he mutters as he lifts his arm, squinting in the dim light. "If one of you could draw them nearer, that would be a help."
"Ah. Well, no signs of magic then." Murro reaches into his pocket, plucks out a copper and casts light on it. "Anyone want one of these?" Murro asks, holding up his softly glowing copper piece.
Murro remains safely back as he peers suspiciously into the room.
Once he reaches the upper level, Murro turns on Korganna. "Next time, you'll have to carry me with you. You don't, perchance, happen to have a saddle, do you?"
Murro waits for a couple of people to make their way up the rope before stepping forward, eying the rope with a sour expression. "One would have hoped that these ruins weren't so ruinous." He gripped the rope firmly with each hand and pulled hard.
Murro succeeds in lifting himself about 6 inches from the ground before his face grows red from the strain and drops back down again with a gasp. Looking angrily at the others around him, he says, "A little help!" He mutters something unrepeatable under his breath and waits for a boost.
"Well now I'm sorry we killed the spider, if it was helping to keep down the rabid dog population." Murro says. "I guess we might as well get on with it. Lead on, muscles."
"Another beast, already?" Murro says incredulously. He contemptuously flicks his hand at the spider, sending a blue ray of Frost out to strike it.
Not at all impressed by Valletin's so-called healing abilities, Murro silently moves to the center of the group, making sure that there is someone between him anything else at all times.
Murro nods and waves Valletin over. "Your skills would be welcome and appreciated."
Murro looks at his leg, bloody strips of once fine cloth. "No, I am not okay. These trousers are ruined and I've lost a great deal of blood!" He limped after the others, his face a rictus of pain.
"That mongrel mauled me! One of you kill it!" Murro cries out in outrage while he fumbles with his crossbow.
Murro shrieks in pain and anger, stepping back (assuming he isn't grappled) and raising his hands. "You mangy beasts!" he cries and a blue ray bursts from his fingertips toward one of the dogs.
Murro eyes the ruined hulk with distaste. "How disappointing," he said dryly. "I'd hoped it be more intact." He rubbed idly at his smooth-shaven chin, frowning. "Well, I suppose we should be on with it. Lead the way, muscles. Try not to bring the ceiling down upon our heads."
Murro bids the others goodnight with a smile and then watches them depart with disgust. "They're a remarkably rigid group, wouldn't you say? Well, one more drink! I suppose we might as well get some sleep after; the others are likely to want to rise at an unGodly hour."
Murro sighs, shaking his head with regret as he passes his silver to the half-orc. "I'm disappointed, Gandel. I thought for sure you had a trick up your sleeve."
Amused, Murro pulls out a silver piece and presses it to the table. "I'm in for a silver on Gandel. Anyone else?"
Murro looks meaningfully at Gandel. "See what I mean?" At Korganna's offer, Murro shook his head. "Thank you, Korganna, but no. I fear that the crack of my bones would be too sudden for you to fully appreciate the experience."
Murro gestures to a nearby seat with a smile. "Ah Gandel, I've been wondering where you've been. It's been positively dull without you here to liven things up."
Murro does his best to hide his wince at the half-orc's enthusiastic camaraderie, and simply nods. In answer to Valletin's warning, he raised his wine. "And why not make merry? All things being equal, some of us may not survive our coming trials. Better to enjoy the time one has than to regret all that was left undone while bleeding to death on a cold stone floor." He tipped a wink and drank deeply at his goblet.
Murro Garrickson sits back in his chair and stretches out his long legs as he carefully sips from his goblet of wine. His long brown hair cascades over his shoulders, and he smiles at his companions indulgently, his heavy lidded brown eyes betraying a sardonic humor. One pale, thin-fingered hand lightly taps the table as though in accompaniment with the beat of the crowd. He is dressed rather extravagantly in dark black trousers, a white shirt with green embroidery edged with fine lace and a dark green cloak trimmed with crushed green velvet. "I didn't understand a word you said, friend Korganna, but if you need a refill of your cup, allow me." He lifts the restless hand that had tapped at the table and gestures to a nearby serving girl with a lazy smile and a wink.
I think I'm ready to go. Let me know if there's anything you have any questions about, DM.
Here's Wander Weir's sorcerer. I was a little crunched for time this weekend so I just threw the Herolab build into my profile. I'll pretty it up and add some better details later but the crunch and the bio is all there for view and approval right now. |