"I agree with Poog, so what are you calling a fair price? Nobody wins if we don't help you and walk away to let the next wave of assassins do their work on ya."
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Oh, and Ma'Huuk is Liberty's Edge
Blood thundering with the Ulfen song, the half-orc rushes to cut off the assassin's escape route.
I'd like to apply this to 121383-9 (Ma'Huuk is the character name). Do you need any more information than that to report it?
I appreciate the offer, Oikiv, but I'm a bit overextended right now. I can't justify taking on another game until a few of my others wrap up. Thanks, though. This one has been fun so far. :)
"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" Wild with blood rage, Oloch rushes into a flank and tries to hack the brawling assassin down.
"Not a bad plan, except the part about me hiding. I mean, I'll give it a try, but ..."
"Yah ... and what you got against folks adventuring for ale money?"
Oloch marches up the hill, blade in-hand, eyes scanning for Ulisha or the oncoming danger.
Oloch's eyes light up, "A fight? Let's go, then!"
Oloch flexes like a boss.
"Then let's go see this dwarf. Desperation makes folks more malleable."
Oloch shrugs, "Play'em off each other. Supply and demand and all that."
"Ulisha seems to distrust Vox lately ... I say we see who else will buy this stuff."
Oloch is only a second behind Poog, rushing to try to stay at her flank.
"HA! I like a woman with a plan."
Oloch rejoins the group, limping heavily. "You guys know this place is crawling with assassins. Cheap ones, too." He winces at a particularly painful step. "Not sure how that helps us find this poison, though." He grabs and looks at the letter one more time. "And what's wrong with ' slaying vermin for ale money'? There are worse livings."
Oloch watches as Poog offers them final words. "They died well, steel in hand. What more can be asked?"
Guided by the power of the frozen north, Oloch whiffs like a Boss. "Stand still, Kellid woman!"
"May we celebrate on the broken blades and bones of our enemies!" the half-orc yells as he swings a clumsy strike at the Kellid in front of him.
Oloch is only moments behind, stepping into melee with a roar as he tries to even the score.
Oloch grins menacingly as he draws his own blade. "I like this place!"
"Oh sure, unknown object of mysterious origin. Sign me up." He shakes his head, 'Or we could wait until ... ya know, a mage tells us what it does." Though Oloch is more than willing to help gather the strange doodads for them to take back with them.
Oloch takes a moment to clean and test his blade as Kyra scans for magic, but he gives the cramped interior a quick look.
"Soooo ... what did Ulisha want us to take? The chair? The coins? The whole strange thing? Cause that seems a bit heavy."
Oloch stops his digging to wiggle his hips a bit, "More of me to love." Then he hefts his greatsword, which is now covered in dirt, "Gorum might not love it, but I'm guessing even he wouldn't be doing this by hand."
Oloch shrugs, "All the walking?" He points to some loose dirt on the hill, "Something's under there." Without waiting, he begins shoveling dirt downhill with his blade. When some kind of door is found, he grips it in both hands and heaves.
Between bouts of drinking and brawling in the local watering holes, Oloch (surprisingly) is able to pick up a few useful tidbits. He takes a pull from his cold mug then presses it up against his swollen eye, ”Numeria … my kinda place. And the Rain of Stars was some kinda meteor shower, right? Fire raining from the sky.” His eyes light up, ”Now that sounds like something to see.” He looks back at the journal, his eyebrows drawing down in confusion, ”So what exactly are we looking for? A hunk of sky rock? How valuable can that be?”
"I'll call'em the second coming of Aroden if they'll give us a free round of drinks."
Oloch gives Poog a mixed look … losing a bit of friendly competition sits poorly with the half-orc. With a shrug, though, he cleans his blade and looks at their reclaimed baton. ”I bet the Society would still like to have it in-hand.” He gives the appreciative crowd a bored stare, ”And we even managed to keep these sheep alive. I say that deserves a drink before we move on. On me. Unless we can talk ourselves into some free drinks … then it’s on them.”
That's what I thought, but I wanted to verify (as I'm planning out what to do with another of my characters).
The chronicle from this game can be applied to any level 1 character, correct?
Moved to discussion.
Oloch charges the nearest guard, swinging as he yells. "Drop weapons and the rod and hit the ground!"
He yells as he continues his pell-mell charge through the townsfolk.
”OOOOOOLLLLLOOOOOOOCCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!” the half-orc roars as he continues his bullrush through the remaining crowds … quickly closing the distance on the Razmiran.
Oloch looks for the path where the crowds are the thinnest, then charges through.
"You should," Oloch grunts back, "Mine's strong and hers is hot!"
Oloch shakes his head matter-of-factly, nodding towards the statue, "The statue would have a bigger sword."
Oloch shrugs with a grin, "My 'preaching' is pretty much just me punching someone til they're unconscious. They rarely enjoy it."
”A sermon,” Oloch responds, with an exaggerated lack of excitement, ”great.” He pats the man mightily on the back ... which is really more of a way of pushing the man on his way. Then he waits for the group to be once again alone. "So, wait for Folloch to give his speech, follow him after, ask him what's going on, then take the rod?" He shrugs, "For the good of the town, of course."
Do we know what it does? I mean, other than summoning tiny little kleptomaniacs with glass jaws?
Oloch gnaws the last bite off the turkey leg he’s been working on for the last five minutes … ya know, the turkey leg he bought at the tavern where he was supposed to be asking around for information regarding the scepter. Tossing the picked-clean bone aside, his dark eyes follow Kess’s to the statue. ”Caution is like … my main thing.” He slaps his belly, eliciting an armor-shaking belch, ”Well, that and making a good first impression.” The steel-clad half-orc stops the first person who crosses their path, pointing up at the statue and stage. ”What’s with the stage thing?”
No problem. Thanks for the update. Try not to let work kill you. :)
"LORD IN IRON MAKE ME STRONG!” Oloch yells, accepting his patron’s blessing. Then he splashes across the water like a charging hippo.
Oloch continues watching the trees around him … quickly growing bored.
At Kyra’s revelation, Oloch looks up from his own inspection, letting his detection prayer fall away as he moves towards the water … angling to the south to create a defensive perimeter in case the team is not alone. As he passes Rix, he gives the mage a wide grin. ”Air bubbles are circles.” He laughs, giving the elf a rough clap on the shoulder, ”I would welcome seeing you hip-deep in goblin blood.” Then he continues towards the river, ”Any of you good swimmers?” He shrugs, ”I only dog paddle.” |