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Hello all, sad news from my end. I am spread a little too thin. I can not post as often as I would like on forums here. With that said, I would like to request to be removed. While Lapyd is out, I suggest you make use of the time to find a replacement for me, if needed. 6 weeks is plenty of time. Life is a little hectic now, so I have to opt out from a few tables. Thank you all for understanding, and have fun!
Everyone not present, raise you hand!
"Only one way to go when you're at your lowest. Well, probably lowest.", Nawra smiles, nods, and grips her walking stick. The bat on her shoulder flies up the stairwell, and she follows. "Stay close, I guess?”
Nawra looks at Gareau. "I won't lie. It felt bad. But it's probably better than to have another me walking around, or anyone of us, really - slicing people up. Just a matter of time before it woke up. We would have to deal with ... it, sooner or later."
"Wait for me outside, please. I just need to finish something in here." The half-orc moves towards the sack with the amnesiacs' belongings, and starts sniffing individual pieces to find her own gear. Once she is satisfied, she checks to make sure the girl is not in the room she walks up to the shapeshifter with the metal rod in hand. She smacks the shapeshifter's head a few times until she hears the skull crack.
Once that is done she heads outside to meet the others. "Right. I think this should be mine.", she presents a shirt made of layered hides and furs. "Just let me put it on real quick, please. Just in case." She begins to don the hides and strap them securely. A small bat lands on her shoulder. "Okay, I guess this is mine as well? Hello, little guy!", as she looks at the bat perched on her shoulder, Nawra smiles for the first time since you woke up in the basement (?).
Nawra considers the predicament without blinking. She just has the thousand-yard stare as her head is turned towards the cell with the shapeshifter. "So we can just-" she pauses "-walk out the front door? Do you have keys?"
"I'm not sure if we are -allowed- to get out. We were locked up a moment ago?" She looks at the orderly. "What kind of a hospital do you run here, letting ghouls roam the place? Do we have to fight ourself out? Maybe if we wake up this ..." she looks at the shapeshifter "... thing, it can give us some answers?"
"Uh ... I'm not a doctor - I think? - but that doesn't sound right. Makes it sound like you fix a broken bone by breaking it again. Are you SURE you know your anatomy?", Nawra questions the man's methods, and briefly scans him head to toe, quietly contemplating whether to tie him up again.
The half orc carefully catches him. "Right. That won't do. I assume you work here? And this is a medical facility of some sort, yes? Not just a prison? Do you keep anything in the building that can help with your state?” "And the girl asked you something as well. Questions that interest more people in the room, I assume?", she looks at the other 'prisoners'. "Me included, so if you'd be so kind..."
nawra waits for the man to answer Bobbi's questions. She watches the child pilfering through the contents of the sacks, but remains near the half-dissected man, just in case. "Can you stand up?" She ignores the sacks for now, though seems eager to take a look.
Nawra stands above the shapeshifter with the metal rod in hand. She lifts the rod just slightly to look at it and looks back at the creature. "Right. Finish it off? Tie it up? Lock it in a cell?", she looks at others, then remembers the half-dissected man. She runs over to check whether the man is still breathing.
Seeing that tue creature is attempting to flee, Nawra takes a swing to stop it. "Oh no, you don't! There are questions that need answers."
Nawra grunts as the creature slices her with the blade. To return the favour, she swings her metal rod at the shapeshifter, clenching her teeth.
The half-orc stops prying the doors open as she sees a metal rod moving towards their cell. She tries to scan for the teen in her cell to move between the potentially dangerous object and the kid, but raises an eyebrow when she notices the girl concentrating on the very thing she assumes is a threat. She looks back at the rod, and snatches it from the air once it's close enough. Throwing an approving nod towards Bobbi, she smiles. "Neat trick. This should do nicely." She puts the bar between the bars with the hinges and tries to break one set. Several creaks later, Nawra seems at the end of her strength, but the metal loses the fight against Nawra's unyielding will. Once a single set of hinges is out of commission, Nawra simply topples the door with barely any force applied. She grips the metal rod firmly in her hand, and looks at the shapechanger. "Stay behind me.", she barely turns her head to the girl without losing eye contact with the shapechanger. Her intent is clear - subdue the probable captor.
Short summary: - We all died in the yellow fog to ... someone ?
Once Nawra loosens some of the bars, she attempts to pry one out and use it as a lever to pry open any other bars nearby. Or open the door directly, if possible. She huffs and puffs as she flexes her meager musculature.
Nawra focuses her sight on one section of the bars. She takes a few steps back and moves Bobbi aside with her hand. "Make some space for a moment. Get ready for anything.", she whispers, takes a breath, and - putting her weight into it - charges the bars with her shoulder. "Rrrrah!", she shouts as she impacts the barricade.
The half orc woman's face changes into a more serious one after the teen in their joint cell suggests some sort of action. She looks at the girl with a hint of determination and compassion, contemplating on the honesty of children. Arguably, this 'Bobby' character her mind invented for her dream was there for a reason. Maybe a guiding spirit offering advice. Nawra nods. "Fair enough, Bobbi. Let's see what can be done. Can you help me find something that will help us with the bars or the door?” She decides to ignore the shaoechanger for now, and tries to focus on her immediate surroundings. After slowly getting uo on her feet, Nawra looks around the cell and the bars.
The orcish woman seems on defense when Bobbi inches closer towards her. She looks at the girl, Then at the shape shifting creature in the hallway. She considers something briefly, then positions herself between the child and the shape changer. "Don't look, girl. It's not an appealing thing to see." She briefly looks at the hallway again, then just smirks, presses her back agains the bars, and slides down smiling. The smile changes to a giggle, and to a hearty laugh. Eventuallly, the half orc woman is so loud, it fills the entire room. "Haaaaa-haha-ah! You're all just in my head! Just like the yellow fog... I am still dreaming." The half orc seems to have calmed down, and looks at the girl again. Nawra, girl. Nawra. Not like it matters here.", she smiles again. "Just need to wake up somehow."
The half-orc seems set aback when the figure beyond the bars changes appearance at a whim. Even more set aback when said appearance matches her own. She stops thrashing the bars for a short moment, as her face somehow loses even more colour. "No...", she whispers to nobody in particular. Her brow frowns again, and she pulls herself closer to the bars. "You stole my mind? And now you want my face as well? Why?!", she shouts at the figure. She barely notices the child from her dream in the same cell. She turns around after a brief glance, and takes a few steps back, now sure what to make of the situation. She eyes the girl with caution. Somewhere in the cell, a bat is flying in circles around the half-orc. Spell Prep: 0 - At will - Detect magic, Purify Food and Drink, Stabilise 1 - Bless, Cure Light Wounds
Yeah, I had the entire post-amnesia profile in a different file, just didn't manage to put it into the profile. It's there now, sorry. Post header updated as well.
Anger in Nawra's eyes flares into the darkness of the room. The woman has her immediate attention. At one point, it's almost as if the unkempt strands of her hair were reaching out to the woman that is attempting to silence the half-orc. "Make me, you hack!", she barks back.
Nawra opens her eyes and tries to move her neck. Seems all is fine. She looks around the dark room, seeing others from the nightmare she just experienced. Flabbergasted, she considers the options of a dream including people in her immediate area, but people she was not familiar with. "What is this trickery? Who the hell are you, people?", she shouts into the darkness, her voice both angered, and confused.
The woman with a snapped neck is not likely to contribute, so, yeah sure.
Nawra stops, and looks around for the gurgling voice. "Hello? Where are you?" She tries to follow the sound.
The fog creeps in closer and closer with every passign second, whether Nawra is running or not. She hears sounds of metal slicing through meat and tendons, and people around her dropping to the floor. If this is a dream, it is a very livid one. Nawra decides not to take her chances, she continues moving from the yellow mist, hoping she can find someone else. If that is not possible, she can at least try to find whatever means to find out what is actually heppening.
But it seems the fog is too thick.
"Or run away. Okay, hiding away from the group seems ... Well, it's definitely a tactic."
Nawra opens her eyes to see several unfamiliar people in the area, at least one of them seems like a child. Not that she remembers much. Perhaps these folk are someone from her past? She stands up, and looks around with a confused expression. She instinctively walks closer to the teen. "Come. Hold my hand and try to keep up. Perhaps someone knows what is happening. We'll figure it out." She starts following the group, scanning each fast for any trace of familiarity. A black bat follows suit, circling a few feet above her head.
I am back home. Will unpack my stuff, then do some chores around the place, and will get to work on that profile and get to posting proper. THank you for being patient - I will be in full force later today.
I said don't drop like flies, poeple. And the first 4 rolls are all below nat 6, two of which are nat 1's. Here's to a good start.
Nah I'm good. Ready when you are. Well, except the profile thing. That will be done on Wed/Thu. 
Fun fact. Paizo boards version for smarphones does not have the option to edit a character profile. So I do not have the option to edit the borked link in the post header. On wednesday when I am home, I guess. Regarding character death - I mean if we have the means or funds, we can try to raise them. Or reincarnate. If not, well - I suppose another adventurer can "fall out of a wardrobe" with reduced WBL, or something like that. Folks, try not to drop like flies. I get Breath of Life at level 9. Yes, I see the smurf. No, I have no idea why.
Quick question - could we get a gameplay thread going so it ia poasible to dot into it and have the campaign visible on the campaigns page? It is a little cumbersome to reach otherwise. Thank you! Edit - 90's hacker voice: I'm in!
Dot. Will slowlt fill the character profile. Still on phone only. Looking forward. |
