Naz looks up with primal horror at the strange chtonic sight...but as he see's 'Nastasia struggling for her life he leaps to her aid.
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Naz howls in victory...and then...
Naz staggers at the axe's bite, but he doesn't slow his assault. His side covered in his own blood he seems even wilder as he hacks at Nile with his longsword. He seems to speak, but his words are unintelligible through his wild-eyed rage.
At the sight of Torono's disappearance, and the many lightning strikes shake the superstitious youth to his core. A cold chill clutches his bowels and he responds in the only way that makes sense to him. "Pain? Pain? You are the one who will feel the pain...and I," he rushes onward...casting away his short-spear, eyes wild. He clutches his sword in both hands and attacks Nile as soon as he's in range. "I will bring the pain!"
total dmg: 16
Naz hefts his sword and prepares his short spear. Then looks down at Lino. "I admire your bravery little one, but this does not sound like a place for a boy. Your day will come." He looks around to the others, his eyes lingering on Keldemar. He's proven his worth in a fight, but still there is much to know about this stranger. Alas, no time in which to learn. "In the the fight, then." He says at last, and heads off toward the roof as well.
"Blood on the Moon!" Bellows the young barbarian. "If this Torono can slay an emissary of the gods...our blades will have to be sharp indeed to bring him down!" "What do we do now?" he asks.
"Torono disapperaed after i stuck my Rapier into him. Although I dont think that it actually bothered him that much. Creepy guy that one. And by the way, he was the cat. That is the cat was him, or at least transformed into him." "Sorcerers!" Naz almost spits, but mindful of the temple decides against it. "Never a straight on fight with those currs. So, what of the woman? Any hope of...restoring her?" The broad-shouldered youth's skin prickles with the thought of sorcery and divine intervention.
Too slow to be of help to the mysterious maiden, kobolds or no, Naz swallows the bitter taste of defeat and immediately casts about looking for a foe to cleave. "Where is this mad coward?" he says, his voice gravelly.
The dark, lean barbarian youth looks down on the babbling kobold as it gives up it secrets to 'Nastasia. "Sounds like this Torono is a fool, tempting the gods so." Then the woman's voice reaches his ears, Naz retrieves his spear and shoves it into his pack once again, "Let's go, there's a woman in distress!" Without waiting for assent he bolts up the stairs, quipping to Lino as he passes, "Stay close little boy, this is no time to be wandering off!"
Naz twists about, eyes darting from his fallen foe to the kobold rising from 'Nastasia's attack. Trailing kobold gore he arcs his blade down upon his head.
Naz descends on the scrambling kobolds, Rejoice! I send you to a nobler death than you deserve! He slashes his age-bitten blade across the wounded kobold's gut, trying to finish the creature so that he can retrieve his spear.
"Blast it, where's that boy gone off to?" Naz looks to Keldemar for an answer, and then adds, "Go find him...see to the older boy as well, he's scrappy but I fear he may break easy...I will help 'Nastasia clean up these vermin." With that, Naz goes bounding down the stairs and hurling his short spear at the kobold nearest 'Nastasia, trying to give her every advantage.
"By the Fathers!" Naz Moondagger's eyes widen at the shield-maiden 'Nastasia's bold attack. 'She fights like a she-devil, like the ancestor spirits come alive,' with his free hand he yanks his short spear from his pack and prepares to launch it at any Kobold left standing after 'Nastasia's attack. He takes a step up on the stair however, fearful of his own weight on the stairs.
Naz's mind grasps for clues, but his supersticious mind cannot guess at what the boy's words could mean. Obviously this Torono is an evil man, but what manner of threat he is...there's no way to tell. Suddenly he turns back, "Behind us," his eyes seize on the scene behind them. "More kobolds...but the stairs may not hold their weight and ours!"
>snip<Lino says "I wish him luck,well lets keep moving."
Naz smears his hand across the spear wound. 'Tis a flesh wound,' he thinks. Then raises his hand before the others, even as he advances. "There may be worse ahead, let me go first." Without waiting for assent, the young tall barbarian bounds up the stairs, heading into the doorway the Kobold's emerged from.
"Leave these twigs to me," barks Naz. He bounds forward and swings his blade down on the first Kobold that came through.
Naz follows close behind 'Nastasia, but keeps looking over his shoulder at Keldemar. Until he's seen the man in action he feels uncertain, having him at his back.
Naz scowls, baring his teeth in time with 'Nastasia's righteous anger. He lowers his blade, however, when it becomes clear that there is some other danger afoot. "You get off easily, stranger. Among my people we would have taken your hands," he follows the others thereafter. Giving Keldemar a stern glance, 'A thief, and a bad liar...this one had best change profession.'
Naz sneers at Keldemar, "What do you take me to be!" He raises the tip of his blade higher. "I say that this one here is the leader of these scum!"
Naz levels his blade towards the newcomer. "Yes, who are you?"
Naz plows into the room on 'Nastasia's heels. As much as he respects her bravery, he is uncomfortable being second through the door, and quickly asseses the situation within. Picking up from the kobold's last words, he howls "Perhaps we are worth your time," as he brings the dull blade of his sword down on the small reptilian.
The young barbarian's eyes flare at Jimmy's words, 'A child...in the hands of a kobold...' With a furrowed brow Naz prepares to rush into the room when the door is open. His fingers flex over the hilt of his sword.
Naz turns into the corridor after 'Nastasia...matching her speed if she continues.
As 'Nastasia looks the door over, Naz attempts to aid...carefully examining the door over her shoulder.
"Ha!" Naz turns smiling from the crushed kobold. "Fitting death for a coward," he adds. The turns then toward to face the next challenge and tries to stay 'Nastasia at the doors. With an upheld palm he says, "Ho, shield-maid - these cowards may have trapped the door...vile, honorless creatures that they are."
"Scypa!" Blurts out the black-maned youth as the arrow whistle's past. "Thank you, goodfriend!" he calls out across the chamber to Jimmy. He looks ahead, a crooked smile on his face, "kobold-scum..." he says as he rushes forward, swiping his sword in a powerful arc!
Naz whips his head about, catching a glimpse of Jimmy trying to warn him with a raised finger...
As you look around you see 3 kobolts which are near what to look like levers to something...but for what? Naz grits his teeth at the sight of the kobolds, [i]'what are these cowards doing?' he wonders. He tries to round a column, to make his way to the kobolds. When he gets into range,
Naz hefts his sword at the ready, when he feels the emboldening energies of the blessing over him. He gives a quick side-glance to 'Nastasia, bowing his head to her in thanks. When she shouts out a challenge, Naz crouches and tries to peer into the shadows of the room, seeking an indication of where these kobolds might be lurking, 'perhaps a glint of a weapon will betray them before they can attack.'
"Some temple cat," says Naz answering Jimmy's question. Then as they cross the threshold, Naz's eyes widen at the bloody scene. "These animals fear not the gods..." Suddenly he stops speaking and whips his head up. "More kobolds approaching!"
Naz eyes the cat suspiciously at first, relaxing only when 'Nastasia gathers it to herself. He looks around warily - and nodding without comment to 'Nastasia when she turns - he follows her. He keeps his sword out and ready.
Naz grimaces as he wipes the kobold's blood from his face. He gives an abrupt laugh as Jimmy's kobold slumps to the ground with an arrow through his heart, "good shot, little man," he says. He whips the gore off his sword and bounds off towards the temple. He gives the fallen kobolds no other thought.
"Scypa!" Curses Naz as he brings his sword swing about. Filthy kobold is faster than I thought!' Seeing 'Nastasia bolting for the temple, Naz makes an effort to attract both the attention of both kobolds. "Kobold scum, come here and fight a free man!" he barks as he sweeps his sword down on the kobold he missed before.
Naz let's fly with a roar as he arcs his blade at the nearest kobold.
"Reptiles!" snaps Naz. "Come here," he frees his weathered sword from it's hide covered sheath. "I've got something for you!"
"I am called Naz," says the brawny youth. He bounds off after her, keeping pace with the she-warrior's speed. He trains his eyes on the temple ahead, concern building in his mind. "You know this god?" He says. "I do not seek to offend him by crossing his threshold with arms..."
Coming up behind the others, Naz tosses his black-maned head about looking for the source of the trouble...but he sees nothing, and no one at the temple... "What is that sound?"
Naz looks the priest over as his frightened words stammer forth. Suddenly glad that he isn't the only one to have come to the man's aide, he casts an appraising look across the others. The boy doesn't look like he could stand in a fair fight...not to him. But the Moondagger clan had small and capable fighters...it is often foolish to underestimate the small. As for the woman...her arms and manner speak for themselves. 'Perhaps not all city-dwellers are weakly cowards.' He answers her call, "Lead on," as he follows her and the boy out, cracking his knuckles in a fist.
When the priest comes bursting in, Naz Gra Em - last of the Moondaggers - spins about, sending his emptied cup tumbling. Naz recalled how strange it seemed - a temple so near a swill house. Still, ever cautious not to offend a god, even a weakling like Pelor, he had bowed in obeisance before the temple's doors. Naz could ill-afford to go without the favor of any god. At least until his blood debt is paid. Perhaps the gods are testing his resolve even now. The bronzed, and sinewy youth grins. While most seem to ignore the cleric's pleas, at least one that Naz can see approaches the cleric. 'How slow to action these town folk are,' he thinks. He pushes his compact and brawny body from the bar. Then stalks toward the priest, and the boy who seems to be coming to his aid. "Lead on," he bellows. Then with his face set in a grisly scowl, "lead me to these fools, whomever they be!"
Naz, the last Moondagger, grunts as he rises from the battered table. His careless hand sending an empty cup skittering onto the floor. The sinewy youth stretches his neck to see across the tavern. Bones of Iuz! There has to be something going on in this place.
Oops. Forgot to put down Naz's feats. Char Sheet updated
Okay, card is done, up in the profile too, also emailed you proposed background. Sovereign |