"Duke? Orcs? You're along way from that. We're in some kind of temple." Ordrud cannot disassemble that story or understand what to make of it. He is cautious.
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"Because we didn't come here to rescue you. We don't know you. And don't know if 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' applies here." The burly half-orc replies uncharacteristically.
The elditch viking looks at the prisoner. "What'cha doing here?" The large half-orc picks up the half-elf's gear and starts looking through it for anything valuable.
Ordrud follows along the stealthy, lock-picking folks ready to kick down a door.
Ahh! I missed this "Then I post that you all kill the big monster. " I thought it was the same monster No apologies necessary. I can have reading comprehension issues. thanks
Hi GM I'm sorry to be confused. But are we fighting on two fronts? I've checked the map and don't see any bad guys. Is Ordrud in melee or what? thanks
Blinking twice to notice that he could not reach the undead giant with his great axe, he drops his tool and calls for his hand ballista, which flies to his hands.
He loads and fires.
"Drop. Drop. Drop." Ordrud slashes his greataxe from the high guard position.
"Of course!"
"Woah! Big fella. Which way you going to fall down?" Ordrud slashes his greataxe from the low guard position.
"Finally. Let's get it on!" Ordrud steps up and starts swinging when his greataxe flies to his hands before he slashes down from the high guard position.
Let's go! Dungeoneering in PBP does best with a standard operating procedure to advance us: always pick right, at a door look for traps, listen of things, pick the lock. Thief is in front when traveling. Barbarian is the first in the room. That sort of thing. cheers
"This place is huge. Where is everyone?" The Eldritch Viking observes. He looks for a clue about where everyone is or goes down here.
"Doesn't matter. Just follow your nose." Ordrud replies in a harsh whisper nodding toward the north way.
I'm a bit confused, but please keep us moving for what Ordrud would do to loot this place. thanks
If psychic, then Ordrud takes another 3 HP of damage
"Go around. Back the other way, crew." Ordrud orders before any running or jumping starts. "Can any of you reset the trap in a few seconds? Otherwise forget it."
If the rookie pirates cannot manage to throw rope down to him, the veteran half-orc pirate takes out his coil of silk rope and tie it to his club. Then, he throws the club one on the rooks after wrapping the free end around his wrist.
Ordrud picks himself and his dignity off the stone floor. Seeing that he cannot get a grip to climb up, he asks, "Can you throw down a rope? You'll all need to brace yourselves for me to climb out of here."
Ordrud hears the click and feels the floor give way. But, he's a veteran Eldritch Viking and doesn't fall hard. With a command word, he floats to the bottom of the pit trap. While he's down here, he looks for anything valuable or alternate exists than up.
Finding nothing useful, he heads to the other side and climbs out.
And, nonchalantly signals to keep going.
"Just stash them. Can't you remember how to steal? Let's keep moving."
"Their people are from the plains. Come on. Let's go." The pirate prods his crew.
Ordrud doesn't need a light but accepts that he is not the stealthiest in the group.
The pirate follows the elf with a big grin on his face. His weapons are sheathed. He strolls in like he belongs here.
"Hey Sharee. Green stuff. Must be an elven temple, amirite?" The large half-orc snarks to the elf.
Ordrud reloads his hand ballista in one smooth motion again. Then, he takes a bead of the staggered guard who is closest to the temple to put him down.
Ordrud follows Vothe into the clearing with quite a bit of spacing between them. He holds his right hand up while his left fishes a small ballista bolt from its quiver. When he catches his hand ballista, he loads it in one smooth motion. Then, he takes a bead of the furthest guard who closest to the temple.
"We definitely draw them away in a trap. Too bad we don't know a secret way in the back, like this other story I heard."
"They live out here? Enough talk." The pirate concludes. Looking at Sharee, "Either start walking up there, or I will."
"Um. Speaking as THE pirate here, they could just be a caravan of merchants who we can buy stuff and sell our loot. They might even pay top coin for that book." "If you want to go and sneak, I can walk up to them and distract them. Besides, they should be afraid of me. Very afraid." Ordrud reacts to randomly ambushing people.
This half-orc towers above civilized humanoids at close to seven feet tall. While he has characteristic gray skin, pointed ears, and a toothy under-bite, he has a nose ring, a gold canine tooth, and short black hair with a chinstrap beard. He wears the biggest suit of chain mail you've ever seen and shoulders a greataxe, heavy crossbow, quiver and backpack with a coil of rope strapped to it. His weapons belt carries matching handaxes. With a smirk, he replies, "I'm Ordrud. And, I'll ride the Whale Road with ya," in a tone that he clearly means something completely different.
Ordrud dashes after the wounded creature. He slings his hand ballista on his back to not break it.
To fight the horde, and sing and cry! Ordrud half-heartedly throws his greataxe at the chimera and holds his right hand. By the time his bonded hand ballista flies to his grasp, his other hand has the bolt ready to load. After loading, he turns his sights on the flying creature, but the quarrel thunks into the dead one instead.
Ordrud backswings giving the head of his greataxe a hungry life of its own. But, misses the flesh of the creature.
So, the half-orc viking forces destiny and quickly reverses the swing from the high guard position.
Ordrud throws his hand ballista over his shoulder and charges the creature. as he reaches the creature, his greataxe flies into his hands in his downswing.
Ordrud shuffles forward while loading another bolt into his hand ballista and fires at the manticore.
Ordrud holds out his hand and summons his hand ballista, which flies to his outstretched hand. He loads a bolt and fires at the manticore.
Ordrud moves to separate from fireball.
It might be good to get our of town and lay low for awhile. Maybe this shrine is the source of his power and/or curse. Two gulls, one arrow." Ordrud suggests.
"Time to go, crew." Ordrud climbs out the window and then calls his greataxe to his hands.
I suppose we're supposed to escape out the window? Did the tapestry and room catch on fire to cover their escape?
"What magick's are on this "cleric?" He can't be damaged. He can't be grappled. We affect him as a light rain. This is ridiculous." Ordrud rhetorically asks and concludes. The Eldritch Viking snaps his fingers and lights the tapestry on fire.
Ordrud stops casting Magic Missile and jumps on the "cleric."
"Right, so straightforward doesn't work. Let's try sideways." Ordrud concludes and throws his greataxe through the ornate stained glass window.
Um. Can I get more description if the 22 did not damage the cleric? Did it not hit him, so higher than a 22 AC? Magical resistance preventing damage. Not there due to an illusion? thanks
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