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The elf's comment causes Ollok to smile ever so slightly. "Has a good sound to it. Well hopefully the city has some work for us. Far place to travel and not find any work. But what is so important that you need to travel there?"
Almost in passing Ollok says to Tzardusk as he announces his leaving "You did well greenblood. Safe travels to you and might your kind learn from you." Then turning to Tanariel and Anchard "This is going to make for stories the three of us traveling to Greyhawk. But let them talk! Now when are we off for the fabled Free City?"
Ollok nods at his dwarven kin. Dwarven:
"Hail son of the Stormfury Clan! It is a good thing you got to the town when you did. Off to crush some greenblood? Sounds like a worthy cause but I ended my commission on the walls of Karakast to explore the lands. I'll keep to my promise and see what more is out there. The Silverbeard knows that this rabble could use my help. May the All-Father always keep your shield's high." In quieter tones he sees the others trying to decide what to do about the gold. "The town needs it funds to rebuild but there is a finder's fee that we are owed. Take our tenth of what we found and give the rest back to the town. Then let's get out of here. If you planning on helping the town rebuild then good on you but I have some travelling to do. We can stay together or go our seperate ways."
Ollok nods and helps carry one of the chests.
"What about the townspeople? Those orcs are still out there!"
Ollok surprised at the outrage of the boy tries to swing his axe low chopping for the boy's knees.
"Hmm seems like a warning. Don't be touching the blue stuff. Or you might lose more than just a finger."
"Make it quick the longer this lies here the heavier my axe feels." Ollok waits impatiently as the elf goes about diving the necromancer's objects.
Ollok moves over to the necromancer's charred corpse and begins to hack off it's head. "You thought I was lying when I said you'd be tasting the steel of my axe? Foul creature I'll make sure to burn your head and bury far away where your body won't be finding it ever again. Priest you saved our lives. You can thank your god for me."
Feeling the bite of steel cut through his skin gives Ollok enough incentive to swing again. But he can barely put any force behind the swing.
Ollok watches as the archer falls and curses under heavy breath. He swings again at a skeleton. "Priest call upon whatever god you worship and do it now!"
Ollok swings again. "Keep smiling. It gives me a great target for my axe to smash you with!"
Ollok arms feel suddenly weary his axe now suddenly heavy. But heavy or not Ollok is determined to have this necromancer taste the steel of his axe. Ollok laughs "You think your bone wall is going to save you? Will take more than this to stop me from laying my ax in your twisted skull!" Ollok settles into a defensive stance and begins to swing at the skeletons.
Sorry to hear about this Tzardüsk.
"Get the bloody priest up here and use his blessings!" he shouts loud enough to fill the cave over the sound of battle. "More tricks dark one? Seems you'll be running out of these shadows soon." Ollok moves forward to his right avoiding the skeleton that has moved in front of him and swings his axe at the necromancer.
Ollok seeing the necromancer erupts in a fury. "My axe has been looking for you! I'll chop you to pieces and let your body burn in my dwarven kiln!" Ollok does the unthinkable he rushes through the skeletons going straight for the necromancer. "It's now or naught knight! For GLORY and FAME!
Ollok rolls past the slow moving skeletons and stops in front of the necromancer. "I told you I'd be back for you!"
Ollok shakes his head. "Just means we do this the hard way."
Ollok feels his head swaying but his defending the city of Karakast keeps him in place doing all he can to keep the creatures from going past him.
Upon smelling the foul air Ollok almost keels over from the coughing fit that erupts from his lungs.
Ollok attempts to keep his shield locked with Thrand and cuts low at the creature before him.
Ollok nods. "Alright just don't trip down there you. I ain't about to pick you up if you do." gruff as usual Ollok sets his shield before and moves down the passage letting his natural sight take over.
Ollok curses as the acid damages the second book with the gaping maw.
As he tries again to open the case a second trap goes off spilling onto the book burning away at the pages. Forgetting about that book he works on the other side hoping to get the last remaining book.
"Provide me with whatever aid you can give me Anchard. Just keep it up as long as you can." Ollok lays down his tools and figures out what he will need as Anchard calls upon his deity to give him whatever help he can. Taking a long thinbar and another similar one with a slightly hooked end he is just about to begin to work the lock on the case when he stops. "One of you best make the call now about which book we need to save in case this does not work." looking at Tanariel "You make the call elf. I got quick enough hands to grab one but not two if this fails."
Ollok nods as he examines the acid flasks thoroughly. "This one will be needing a serious amount of concentration to disarm. The books could be damaged so if you have another way you can think of opening the case tell me now."
Ollok finds the latch and attempts to open it.
Ollok moves over to the door. "Out of the way unless you've found a way to open the door with your dull wit. Although maybe we could use your head and put it to good use." He gives Thrand a few moments to move out of the way before moving him out of the way. Ignoring any further interruptions out of the would be knight Ollok scans the door tracing his finger over the frame.
If no trap is found but door is locked:
He stares at the human. "It's good your lack of urgency gives a moments time to make a jest at this time. Seems like a lot of your kind is depending on you to save them. Why don't you use half the wit you were born with and find the clue to your problem. And don't be thinking you smell any better than your horse's rump you been cozying up to every night." Ollok leaves them and goes searching the rest of the area.
Seeing that the others went through and nothing ill happens to them Ollok strolls in.
Ollok steps around the zombie and heads to the door. Looking it over carefully he gives a nod.
If trap is found:
If no trap is found but door is locked:
"Not easy to quickly kill one of those things. But they also ain't likely to call for help. Maybe hit with an arrow and move out of sight. Do that until it comes round the corner where we can get rid of it easily or you sink enough arrows in it so that it falls."
Eyes set on what remains of a door Ollok heads to the north "This way.
Ollok goes about to checking the door.
Ollok goes about locking the door again, checks it and then continues on.
The dwarf raises an when the knight offers to have the girls accompany them. He grumbles "That isn't an idea that would be wise in any regard. The girls will need to stay here. They can't leave the keep until we remove the old lord's son anyhow. Find them a room that is less confined and let's be on our way."
Ollok nods at Tanariel. He checks the western door for any traps then carefully sees if it is locked hoping not to alert whoever is behind the door of their presence.
Ollok takes the queue and moves over to the door. Running his hand very slowly and gently along the frame of the door he then gets close to eye door and then finally checks to see if it is locked.
The dwarf grunts and nods leading the others out of the room. Talking to himself you hear Ollok say, "So you're a kin-slayer too. When I see you defiler my axes will be putting multiple notches into your skull a notch for each crime you've committed..." Ollok takes to room group across the hall and slowly opens the door.
No prob Qwerty. We await your return! |