"Getting tired of these creatures," Nezos agrees, physical and mental fatigue on display. "I'd say I'd rather fight some physical powerhouse, but there's still the one upstairs."
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Nezos manages to pull his shield away in case of conduction, then swings at the allip's head.
Nezos finally shakes himself out of (or, probably more accurately, is freed from) his stupor. He immediately makes the most of it with a sword swing.
Nezos hears Cora as if from very far away, but has more important things to focus on.
Nezos, having just heard the news, was getting ready for the creatures' approach. Just as quickly, his arms fall to his sides and he stands idle.
Nezos stirs, suddenly finding himself feeling much heavier in his armor than usual. "Many thanks, fellow devoted," he manages, staggering to an unassisted standing position. "I can tough this out, unless we're about to head back in there. But I'd rule against that without a new plan to go with it. Any ideas?"
Nezos crouches lower still behind his shield as he tries to back down the stairs. "Hear no complaint from me, I'll try..."
"It can't keep this up...either," Nezos grimaces, sounding more like he's trying to convince himself. The half-elf tries ignoring his repeatedly healed-and-reopened wounds and still-mangled armor to keep swinging.
Tries being the operative word.
Stubbornly clinging on thanks to the aid of Nethys through Gallius, the half-elf brings his sword down again.
The pain is definitely getting to him, though, and his swing goes wide.
A little more convinced he can prevent his imminent demise, and keep everyone else safer as a result, Nezos keeps swinging.
Now closer to the grioth, Nezos can better interpose his shield between himself and it. Trouble is, all it needs is one more good shot. The half-elf tries to take one instead.
Hearing the carnage get underway, Nezos abandons any plans to try sneaking in and runs up the last few steps. "Now, now, hold it still!"
"All right," Nezos agrees hesitantly. Rather than draw a ranged weapon, he loosens his sword's grip a touch in preparation to toss it. "Cage it up, then we'll start throwing things?"
Nezos quietly passes along the information. He stays still, using his bulk to prevent the others and mostly himself from messing up Cora's sneaky approach.
"The next to nothing I've heard of him makes me think he'd hardly care. But I'll defer to most anyone over my wealth of knowledge," Nezos says absently. "Will this be of use?"
Nezos looks about to respond with some awful combination of logic and snark, but thinks better of it. He nods in thanks for the services rendered and gestures for everyone to leave.
"Economical, and disturbing," Nezos says, turning away as if to take his mind off it. "Was she just standing in line at the Boneyard only to be yanked back?"
"Skipping town, even if it was to get more help, doesn't sound like an option. Shall we?"
Nezos has little better to do than slam his sword into the ground out of frustration. "Great. Back to town to regale them with how we were crushed before getting inside?"
Nezos does his best to follow along. "At least we have a more viable way in. That woman's co-conspirators, if any, will be aware of us, but that probably would've happened either way."
Nezos follows suit, keeping his shield at an angle where he can still see the descending rope.
Nezos keep his shield up, in case the woman decides to rain fire on the ones who aren't attacking. His eyes scan the building for an entry point.
Nezos edges ever closer, hoping but not expecting to find another way in.
Nezos stays close to Gallius, but not too much so in case of more explosions, and raises his shield further. "How do we get up there without opening ourselves up to more of that?"
Nezos fully expects the woman to have moved out of position by the time he gets anywhere close to sling range.
Nezos starts stumping his way across the courtyard, not expecting to be of much use.
Good to have you! Cleric of Nethys, eh? I do a weak impression of one.
Knowing this will mostly fall to the others, Nezos exchanges his sword for a sling, which looks laughable compared to his shield.
Loath as he is to do so, Nezos pokes through the pile. He doesn't divine anything from it, though. "We should be wary, but not concerned about those. The flies went down without trouble. Surely there'll be something other than massive carrion feeders to cause a problem."
Nezos brings his sword down again, not concerned as one of the flies leaves his field of view.
"I'm a bit too cut off to bring them outside," Nezos hollers back. "But they've been as ineffectual as me for now, so not to worry?"
"Never mind," Nezos manages, stepping inside and bringing his blade down over a scavenger.
Still off-guard and trying not to pulverize the corpses as well, his strike is well off the mark.
Not yet holding his sword, Nezos nods in agreement. "Hope we don't have to go in loud, but I'm not much good at quiet."
Not to worry, however much time you need is fine. Real life takes precedence.
I'm okay with that if others are fine to parting with those items. If we had more knowledge of our enemies (and provided they're weak to what we have), I might advocate for a permanent stat-boosting spell on Machi-e. But we're either in the dark or up against stuff with many immunities.
"Quite the haul," Nezos says, now back in good spirits. "Now, I'm laying claim to Wyrmsmite here, of course, but what'll you all have? Hopefully Madam Dodgion doesn't take issue with my finding a new weapon." "Unless..." the half-elf hefts the longsword and starts fiddling with it, changing its shape rapid-fire. "Thank the Eye, magic seems so much easier when something else does the legwork. Now, can I swing this transmutation?"
Ah, sorry! That'd be 150618-9, normal progression.
"Glad to see those azers are seeing sense now. And while I'm not advocating grave robbery, I say we should wait on analyzing what we've gotten clearance to remove. By all means, though, let's should look in on the bones."
Nezos nods reverently to acknowledge Lady Tula, but doesn't want to speak much more unless necessary. He looks over the various imagery of dragons with interest, though.
"Let's try to prop this open for later." Nezos looks for some loose, insulated tile for a futile try at keeping the slab down should it rise again.
Nezos joins in near the end of the team's labors, finding that he can still move just as much, but is getting winded quickly. "I don't know if the dragon will care about any of this. But if it's magic, there's certainly a chance. We'll haul the lot back to town and see what they can make of it?"
Ugh, I don't even remember who I thought to apply this to. Not to mention my 1E Chronicles are not the most organized, something I'm trying to remedy in the other two Societies. What's this sheet's tier range?
What with his heavy armor, Nezos proves hard to drag. "Ugh," the half-elf manages as he's roused back to consciousness. "Don't...suppose I could take the rest of the day off? It feels like that thing took a fair portion of soul as a meal and didn't return it after its good deed of dying."
Nezos spasms awfully, looking to be at the brink of death...
"We can't run with this thing at our heels. Not that I'm about to," Nezos says, though he keeps shivering during the follow-through of his counter.
Nezos visibly withers at the creature's touch this time. Still, he strikes back as best he's able. "Don't worry! Just finish this thing quickly."
"It's lost its edge in death, I think," Nezos says, shuddering slightly as he makes his counterattack. "Not smart, certainly, if it came down here."
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