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I know many of you have seen this already, but I have some life things that have come up and I need to drop out of a few of my games, including this one. I apologize for the inconvenience and wish you all the best. I don't make this decision lightly, but I am also not giving the game the attention it deserves, and that is not fair to everyone else. See you all around (and most of you in DM Fern's Witchlight).
I'm getting sick and couldn't get caught up with every game tonight. I will post tomorrow - my students are all finishing projects and need very little handholding right now. Cross-posting my untouched games.
Myev nods at Tek, quietly impressed by the wealth they've uncovered, and leans over to lift the cleric and sling him over her broad shoulders, careful to make sure her maul wouldn't bop him whenever she moved around. "Going back up seems like the best idea, I think..." Myev says, trailing off as Utsuri begins to speak. She pulls an incredulous face as the suggestion of melting down the treasure and snorts, shaking her head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea, Utsuri...let's get back upstairs."
Myev looks surprised at her maul hitting the wall, her weapon vibrating uncomfortably in her hands from the WHANG! of metal on stone. The half-orc woman looked sheepish, frowning down at Tek with worry etched on her face. "Think I've maybe been cooped up for too long," She comments, taking a grateful sip from the offered wineskin. "Alright, now that I've embarrassed myself..." She heaves a sigh and puts her hands on her hips, watching the strange monk help Silas.
I spend all day telling children to read the directions over and over, and then I, a fool, do this. Sorry for that. *facepalm*
Myev maneuvers to the other side of one of the shadows, intent on trying to hit something. "Someone keep Silas safe!" Myev says commandingly, swinging her maul.
Myev, heartened by the fact that she connected with something, despite its low efficacy, takes another swing at the creature in front of her.
Her joy, however, was short-lived.
Myev steps forward and turns to the left, charging at the shadow creature near her and taking a swing at it.
Myev follows along, keeping an eye out for the usual: traps, nefarious beings, all manner of shenanigans.
"Fair enough," Myev says, refraining from throwing the bone into the pile of bones at Silas's advice. She moves toward the door, drawing out her maul in case the cleric's intrusion sparked a reaction.
"Huh." Myev crosses her arms, staring at the pile of bones. "I mean, this is very clearly either a place where they're dumping bodies, or lots of bodies died here. Either way. Seems...suspicious." Myev picks up one of the bones, a bigger one, and twirls it between her fingers. "Want me to toss this and see what happens?" If nobody protests, Myev will toss things into the pile of bones to potentially agitate whatever might be lurking beneath.
Myev will follow Utsuri into the golden door, yelping as the boulder goes rolling by. "Okay, that was...harrowing." Myev will look around the room carefully, trying to spot any traps.
Myev chuckles and gives Utsuri a friendly punch on the shoulder, grinning widely. "I'll grab the others. Golden door time." Myev walks back to the others and gives a thumbs up, gesturing for them to follow.
I spent all day running errands and my spouse is getting feisty that I'm still on the computer, so I will post later tonight.
"Man, didn't even have a chance to miss anything!" Myev says jokingly, sliding up behind Utsuri to assist the monk in peeking.
No worries! I hope you enjoy your trip :)
"Thanks for your help, Silas...Maybe this will help with my swings. I've never been this bad at hitting things before." She adjusts things slightly, stretching out here and there to test the fit and the right tension on the straps. "I do hope it helps." In the next room they enter, Myev will defer to Tek with his trap-sensing expertise before moving about the room.
"I mean, I won't say no to new armor." Myev says, shrugging. "Does feel a little weird trying on armor that's been on a dead body, though..." She tugs at her bottom lip a little bit, looking it over. She glances at the small cleric and shrugs, finally nodding. "Yeah, we can give it a go. I would appreciate the help, Silas."
"Well, you make a good point..." Myev shrugs, hauling out her maul. "Hopefully I can hit them."
Myev holds out a hand to help Utsuri up, should they so desire the help. To Tek, she says: "I am not interested in disturbing the dead more than we have to. Let's head back to the other hallway we passed...around the room filled with mummies and stuff." Myev suggests, heading toward the door should there be no protest.
"Gods, I'd do just about anything at this point for a little luck on that end." She covers her face with one large hand and huffs a frustrated sigh before assisting Tek with the search.
Myev winces at the hit and snarls as Utsuri goes down, trying with all her might to make her blows connect with an enemy.
Man, I do not know, but I'm ready for a little bit of mercy. Who or what do I need to sacrifice for a little bit of luck? rofl. At this point, it's just kind of hilarious.
Myev takes a deep breath, trying to employ Utsuri's teachings from before to center herself before swinging at the badly hurt ape in front of her.
Dude, Myev and one of my Pathfinder 2e character's can't do anything with rolls. *flips a table*
Myev grins at the group and then charges in, swinging her maul heavily at the ape closest to her .
But as per usual, she misses.
5,000 years of poison is...intense. Rofl
Myev listens intently to the gnome, understanding the need to get such a story off of one's chest. She stands as he speaks, eyes widening here and there at the trials and tribulations that the gnome described. Her life, up to this point, had been relatively tame. Normal upbringing and loving parents despite their poverty. Myev's time with the guard had her witnessing her own kind of special horrors; the kinds that highlighted the dark underbelly of a big city. Nothing she had gone through came close to the gnome's experiences. She felt in awe of him and shook her head vehemently at his self-described failures. "Nobody was hurt because of you. There is no failure to speak of." She pauses, smiling softly down at Tek, and nods. "Some of my comrades said talking about it helps. I'll listen anytime." When the silver door swings open, Myev hefts her maul, glancing at her companions with a grin. "Let's find out."
That being said, if it's just us three, we can lean into that. I am invested.
I'm down to continue. I enjoy playing with all of you - you're all excellent writers. Perhaps we can see about recruiting one or two folks to fill some spots so it's not just me, Tek, and Utsuri? I'm not sure how that would play out or if that's something you're wanting to do, but I'm interested in seeing where the story goes and I like you as a DM.
Myev stops short of stepping into the room and backtracks a couple of steps, looking down at Tek with furrowed brows and a frown. She crouches down in front of him and puts a hand on his shoulder gently, squeezing lightly. She recognized the reaction; she had seen it in many of her comrades in the short time she had served. "Hey, man. We won't disturb him. You need a minute?" She pitches her voice in low and soothing tones, an odd juxtaposition against her rather fierce face, her protruding tusks distorting the concern etched on her features.
"Well, I don't like the look of this." Myev would glance at Tek and then inspect their immediate vicinity with the gnome, careful not to step anywhere that he didn't approve of so as to avoid triggering traps.
SOP thoughts: Closest door, and I usually like going left. :P I'm open to being told no on that by fellow party members. Perception rolls:
Investigation rolls:
She'd mostly be trying to assist Tek for advantage with Investigation.
Wow...those investigation rolls.
Myev walks along behind Tek and Utsuri, glancing back every once in a while to make sure Silas and Baheera hadn't been snatched.
"We can always come back to it if the solution somehow comes to us in our sleep...or something." The half-orc woman shrugs, scratching the back of her head out of bewilderment. "May as well get a move on out of here."
Myev hands the crowbar back to Tekumbray and wipes the sweat off of her brow from the exertion, inhaling a deep breath. She rests her hands on her hips with a satisfied expression, glancing about at the others. "Well, I have no idea what to make of this. Any of have any ideas? I wonder if there's some sort of tribute that needs to be made...or if it's just a way to deter us from going deeper."
"Weird," Myev mutters, shrugging over the oddity. She accepts the crowbar from Tek gratefully and wedges it underneath the coffin, putting all her strength into the attempt.
"Mmm, I bet I could move the coffin," Myev says a bit boastfully. "Little bit of leverage wouldn't hurt, though." The half-orc woman, not wanting to feel useless, helps Tek gather debris to fill the urns with to see if anything would happen. She wasn't sure what the point of it was, but Tek hadn't led them astray so far...
Myev steps back and out of the way to let Tek investigate after she points out the coffin oddity, feeling a little out of her element.
Myev stays put where she's at and glances around, taking in the paintings and scenery. "Weird," She comments, unstrapping her maul and casually resting it over her shoulder, ready to swing should she need to. The half-orc woman glances at Tek and then begins to look around carefully, trying to assist with finding any traps or anything.
I would prefer to go the burial route, too, honestly...and with you, me, and Utsuri being the most active... ;)
I'm down to check out the shrine and stuff if we'd like to be completionists about this level -- otherwise, I'm ready to jump into the burial level!
Myev reaches down and claps the gnome on the shoulder softly, trying to be more aware of her strength compared to his size. "You are a wordsmith, friend," she praises quietly, a pleased grin stretching across her tusks. The soldier straightens back up, patting at her maul in response to Kanadius's request. "We're better together. This is the right choice. As for the exploration, well..." She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, resting her hands on her hips, still grinning. "Just throw me at 'em to clear the way." Bold words, she thought, for someone who had been missing her hits more often than not. Maybe if I speak it into existence, I'll trick it into coming true...? It was worth a shot.
Baheera's distraction did help--the half-orc glances down at the warlock and a small smile forms on her face, breaking through the irritated expression. "Sounds nice," She replies quietly. "It's been a while since I've been able to relax." While she speaks to Baheera, the fighter's eyes are still trained on the trio of factions, watching them for any movement on their part that may be less than ideal for them. Finally, she lets out an annoyed snort, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands on her hips. "Well, you all want to get rid of this Zargon, yes? And it seems we're stuck here until something can be done. So, we need to work together on this issue." She stares at them all as if this is the obvious answer.
Myev stands behind the group, arms crossed, and a look of irritation flashes over her face at the bickering between the three factions. They had spent all this time trying to bring them together, to help them fight their battles for them, trapped in this accursed place, and they were going to bicker like children? The soldier responded to the bickering with a low growl, glancing at their silver-tongued gnome friend. It would be best for him to take the lead on this; Myev was already at the point where she'd prefer to resolve this with snark and fists.
I'm pretty open to whatever - rest and recovery until the meeting could be good just in case whatever happens at the meeting can inform our next step or give us more information about the crypts/undercity.
Myev sits back in her seat, leaning heavily against it, lost in thought. After all was said and done in this place, she had no clue what she would do next. Hiring onto a caravan served a dual purpose: she had a way to make a living and a path to start fresh somewhere else. This buried city interrupted that impulsive plan, introducing a new variable: too much choice. Once they were free of this place, they would be free to choose where they would go next rather than rely on the caravan to make the decision for them. The orc shifts in her seat uncomfortably, slipping out of her thoughts and back into reality. The orcish woman notices a frown has formed on her face, a grim expression stretching across her lower tusks in an almost menacing, unapproachable manner. She schools her scowl back into something a little less...frightening, and glances over at Baheera. She searches her thoughts for something interesting to speak of, but she had wasted enough energy on her deep introspection that she ends up settling on a simple question. "So, what's the deal with that lamp?" She asks, rather lamely (at least she thought so).
Myev nods along, setting her bag and weapon down to sit as well, thankful for a moment to breathe. "Ah. We'll be the frontline. That, I'm used to," She leans back in her seat, stretching out and letting her bones crack as she does so. "I'll take a backseat in those negotiations, though. The last time I tried to negotiate, I ended up punching my commanding officer in the face."
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