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Hi guys.

It's been a fun year playing with all of you. I'm going to bow out, now that all of our characters are in a safe location.

Life is getting busier. I've got four kids now, and I'm working on a promotion at work, so I'm aiming to reduce my game load by letting go of my 5e games.

Thank you, GM, for the wonderful game. And thank you fellow players for the fantastic role-playing.

We should make Aterro do one more cave while the rest of us go back to town. :)

An arms room. Nice. Let's take these back to the keep.

Neil peers on.

Nope. I'm good.

Go ahead and get some sleep. I'll stay up late. Neil offers.

Neil's eyes glass over as Theo tries to explain magical theory.

Divine, Neil spits. Ain't nothin dee-vine about that a**%@~&, he says, referring to Talos.

I was thinking Aterro might want it, but it looks like he uses a two handed weapon.

Neil picks up the shield and inspects it, giving it a good once over before trying it on for size.

Eh. If he wanted any treasure, he should have posted during the fight. :)

That mace looks good on you, Ore.

Anyone else besides me use a shield?

Shield and a mace, huh? I'm happy to trade either in, but I'm also happy with these sturdy things here, Neil says, hefting his hammer and shield. Go ahead and take first pick, gentlemen, and if no one else wants them, I'd be happy to take them. They'll need a good cleaning first, though.

Despite Aterros request, Neil still speaks up, It's fine. I thought it would be easier, you thought it would be harder. Maybe next time, I'd be wrong.

Meanwhile, he takes a seat and rubs out the soreness in his knees.

I bet he had a key to that store room we busted into.

Sorry Neil, it's the beard.

We're so used to the dwarven beards that we forgot humans can grow beards, too. Ha!

Forget? Never! Ok, yeah. Totally forgot. I thought it was just on Ore, but forgot about me. :)

1d4 ⇒ 4

Turns my roll into a 15.

Neil turns to focus on the final orc, swinging his Hammer.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

If Neil gets hit, then she'll take the following in Lightning Damage, or half on a DC 14 Dex Save.
2d8 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

If I end up using that, it'll be my last one for the day.

DM :(

Neil moves towards the two orc women, hammer at the ready.

Hammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Come on orc filth; I killed your leader. Come and get me.

If they hit me back, I'll use Wrath of the Storm and Channel Divinity to deal 16 Lightning Damage, or half on a Dex save.

Also, Neil got b&~+%y at me for wanting to take an _8-hour_ break, so you dam skippy Imma put up flak against a 48 hour one. ^_^

:P

An 18 misses a naked orc?!?

Yes! There you are! Neil proclaims loudly. It's time to end your existence, filth!

Cast Guiding Bolt on the Leader.

Spell Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 5, 4) = 20

The next attack against him has advantage.

Move in next to Ore.

Neil waits patiently. He resists the urge to ask what the orcs are saying, knowing it won't do a damn bit of good.

You pansies about ready? Neil asks, poorly joking. Coulda killed these beasts already.

Neil you ignorant slut.

Can't.. stop.. laughing..

Man, that brought a tear to my eye.

We're not 1st level.

And 15 minute adventuring days suck. If you can't handle a full day, then don't expend all (or half, in your case) your resources so quickly. We've got people with fewer available resources than you do, and they're not b+$@!ing about it. Man up, War Cleric.

If you don't like it, don't play a class that's dependent on long rests. Warlocks and Monks get theirs back on a short rest; fighters and rogues can keep going all day long.

This all sounds fine to me! Nail says, ready to follow the lead of his smarter companions.

Aterro, you still have more than half your resources remaining, plus full armor and full health. And don't forget that channel divinity resets on a short rest.

We're hunting orc!

Nothing for me to recover, so I'm ready to move whenever.

I think I'm going to rest my bones, Neil says, taking a seat by the Illusary door. I'll be here for someone to trip over if they try to come in.

Neil stoops when Aterro decided to bash the door down. Now thatn was a good ideer, Neil says. Should of thought of it myself.

Peering into the room from the door, he gives out a low whistle. Look at all this. This'll help the keep fer sure. Weapons, foods, spices... This is a nice find.

Neil shrugs and starts headed to the next unexplored area.

I think the condescending remark kind of works well. I'm playing Neil as someone who isn't the brightest bulb in the box, so having him forget or not pay attention to little details like this really highlights that.

It's also why I made it to the best idea he could come up with regarding that locked door was for Aterro to be a human battering ram. :)

Think those were the guards? Maybe he's down the hall some more. We can go back for that room later. Neil asks. He looks to the others to provide tactical guidance. He's self aware enough to know that he ain't the best at it.

Sorry; I assumed that since the GM posted some results, we moved on to round 2. My bad!

Neil advances to swing his hammer at the next orc.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Neil advances with Ore, slamming his hammer into the orc.

Hammer!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Neil shrugs. I could hit it with my hammer? he suggests. Or maybe Aterro can charge thru it, like a battring ram, eh? What say you, Aterro? Or maybe a pinch of a guiding bolt? Probly my most powerful spell. I'm sure it'll knock down this door right quick.

Well, that didn't work. Should we try down the hall?

Ifn you don't hear nothin, open it up quick like and squeeze yourself against the wall. Having said that, Neil plants himself square in the hall, shield in front.

Let's check the door first, Neil says.

Without a long rest, I didn't gain anything, so I'm not able to take the front line. I've moved my character.

Remember that you get your channel divinity back on a short rest. You're also at full HP, still have 2/3 of your spells remaining, and have solid AC.

Sorry for my absence; it's been a very busy weekend + Monday.

Neil accepts the position of the front. Shield in one hand, hammer in the other, he presses forward.

He looked back at Aterro as the armored War Priest retreated from the front to take up arms at the rear. Of course, Neil thought, We need protection in case of an ambush. He truly is a master tactishun. Just as much as Neil hated the unclean, he was trusting to a fault of proper folk.

So Neil would take the vanguard. He would stand alone in the face of unknown dangers.

Neil wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid of much. Probably because he just didn't care much anymore. Not since she died. The almost imperceptible weight of the burnt doll on his belt tugged at his unconscious.

The memory brought up the storm within him once more. He would eradicate these filthy orcs, he would cleanse the world of their presence, he would stamp out everything that would dare worship Talos, the God of Strife. He didn't know if these particular orcs worshipped the God of Destruction. He didn't care. That's what these orcs represented. That's what all monsters represented. The Destruction of Talos. And he would fight back at that son of a b#%&+ in any way he could. This was just the only way he knew how.

I'm alive.

Neil looks to Aterro, What's your tactic for this one?

I'm down for a short rest.

Well, I'm fine with that. We e-liminate the true threat and we can let these uns go. But ifn they cause troubles again, I've no issues slapping them down. Much like you can't clear every mouse from the field or every cockroach from the kitchen, I guess.

Where's that gung-ho cleric trying to get us to tackle another orc tribe?

On a more serious note, I think we can take out that orc leader, first.

Neil hangs out in the room with the orcs, curious to see what Theo does. While he prejudice against the orcs, considering them nothing more than swine, he is also more inclined to listen to Theo and the others.

You dun speak well for yerself, Theo. I'ma womderin how this is all gonna turn out.

Neil was about to go on a lecture about shutting traps and pieholes, but stopped. He took a breath.

Eh, he shrugs. I juss don't partic-ulary care one way or the other. Kill em or slave em. Pick one. Neil says. He walks away, grumbling about people with too much conveections to do themselves any good.

Why do I left people talk me in to these things? he asks himself.

Hey guys. Just wanted to say I'm really enjoying the RP everyone is doing. You guys are all great to game with.