I've started a few more campaigns of my own, so I'm afraid I must drop out as well. If you could move me to inactive players and characters, that'd be great.
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"Not me. How's everyone holding up? Anyone need first aid?"
Oliver will spend his entire round getting into melee range, seeing as his curse should actually affect him in regular play. Stupid leg, move faster!
Oliver considers the current situation, and cast Celestial Healing on himself, gaining fast healing 1.
Oliver switches Life link over to Rogar once more, and prepares another are light wounds spell for anyone below half health.
"Your wounds are my own!" Oliver switches his life link to Irgot as a standard action.
Oliver will ready a cure light wounds spell to cast on the first person who takes damage that drops them more than half.
"I'v only got one trick, healing. Its a good one, but not very creative. I could transfer my life link capabilities to another rather than rogar, so they'd take half damage."
"I'll do my best to keep us standing, but it does seem like we're being led into something worse."
Oliver moves forward to attack the creature, though may not make it that far.
Making sure all the extra baggage is secure, Oliver follows the others, mace in one hand and the other free.
Oliver will make his way over to Keldor, and place a hand on him. "May the light find you in the darkest crevices..." His eyes glow as he casts a cure light wounds spell on him.
"If anyone was planning for a hasty exit, this may be a problem..." Oliver does his best to maneuver over the trap with his increased load. Once safely over, he wondered if they weren't all penning themselves in for their inevitable doom.
"So, is that the greeting we're expecting? If so, I doubt the species is going to listen to talking." Oliver took a tally of how much healing energy he had left in him. He hadn't expended much, but he didn't like the idea of what the group would look like after dealing with a large group of these creatures.
If Oliver can move into range to do a melee attack, he does, if not, he moves as far in as he can without provoking attacks of oppourtunity.
"Lead on then."
"Not really good with traps, only the aftermath of triggering one."
"Ah....no clue."
Oliver shrugs at the request for some method of clearing the gremlins. "My abilities lie in healing. Unless their good will can be earned that way, I'm afraid I won't be much help for that problem." He does ponder for a moment longer. "Did you mention the solution need not be permanent? Could we ward them off temporarily with misinformation of some sort like a plague?"
Oliver examines the Masterwork crossbow. He accidentally looses the bolt that had been loaded prior to the discovery of the body. He then spends the next 5 minutes trying to pull the bolt from the ground where it is wedged in.
"Could come in handy, I suppose." Oliver looks to see if any personal effects remain on the body. He turns back to Irgot. "Might as well work on something while we wait for the others."
Oliver inspects the man someone grabbed from the tunnel. He checks to see if he/she's alive, and if not, see's what he has on him.
Oliver ponders for a bit, then decides to release another channel energy.
"That should do it."
Oliver, panting heavily from the unexpected run, nods as the others encourage him to get to work. Oliver feels out, the familiar warm sensation of his power filling his body, and then he releases it in a small wave affecting all who are near him, most importantly the two incapacitated.
With a small spurt of energy to revive them, he asks if either would like additional healing.
"Running is not my strong suit!" Oliver hoofs it as fast as he can, knowing that if he falls here treating the others will be the least of his worries.
Oilver, still confused on the matter, decides to drop it. Ruza seemed trustworthy enough, and if she said she didn't know, she probably didn't know.
"Is this your doing?" Oliver asks Ruza.
"Be safe." Oliver moves in, but he does so in a non-hostile manner. He hasn't even drawn his weapon.
"Well that was unpleasant." Oliver was still drenched from their brief swim, or in his case it was more a light flailing of the limbs. The heavy scale mail did not help his situation and he needed assistance to rise back onto the shore. The discovery of the corpse saddened him. Life was precious. He said a quiet prayer for her before turning to the group. "Shall we press on?"
"That's not a bad idea. Though I mostly say that because my leg might slow us down anyway, so a shorter trek is more agreeable with me."
"If the current tool won't fix the problem, then we'll need one that can." Oliver turns to the clergyman. "For such a a potential boon to current problems, is there a way we can get a container more suited for containing the creature?"
Oliver sits down. His bad leg would just keep him from performing the required prep-work at a decent pace so he instead. He does think of one thought though... "Does it have any fondness of water? Perhaps we can dilute it or at least drive it into a direction if it reacts in a certain way to plain water." Oliver holds out a hand, and starts pouring water into the container in demonstration.
"You fought one of these things before? Does it have any weaknesses? Could we trap it in a large bucket?"
"Erg...so do we beat it until it stops moving?" Oliver readies his weapon and prepares himself near the front of the group. He looks down at his bad leg, wondering if it'd restrict him from getting where he needed should his companions need him. Before the battle starts, he places one hand firmly on Rogar Hammersmith, establishing a life link between them. "Just in case..." he says to the dwarf.
"Ready and willing." Oliver descends the stairs in a slow manner, but is confidently straightforward. This was a chance to help the less fortunate, a way to garner positive commune with everyone. He only wondered if the rest of his party felt the same.
Oliver returns to whichever room will have him and find a comfortable spot on the floor to rest. His bedroll and a blanket makes it a bearable night. Though, before he goes to bed he casts Create Water, to fill a pail should anyone get thirsty. Steel yourself Corsican, you'll need your strength for tomorrow.
Oilver is busy playing, quickly going an undisclosed amount of gold before being surprised by the falling coins when he wins.
Money. He had money in his hands. Oliver trembled slightly, excited by the newfound wealth. As a slave, he wasn't afforded much luxuries and most of what he earned went for bribes and healing balms. But this....this was coin that could only be spent for pleasure. He smiled widely as he turns to Reza. "Ahm, could you help me out here? I've never done this before at a place this fancy and I'd like to make it last as long as possible."
"I don't mind a friendly game, lead the way."
"I'm not much for dancing, but I'll go for a round of cards. Though, what's the plan after that?"
"Slow down guys, I can't keep pace with you." Oliver walks in a stinted manner under his armor. To the untrained eye, he may just be having a hard time wearing all the armor.
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