Using even more magic to increase his fighting abilities, Orlog continues the attack.
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Orlog uses divine magic to enhance his strength and then move in melee with the glowing orb.
Hello people, I am finally about to come online. I've just spend all of the Holidays in the ICU and didn't see much of January. The only good thing about this is that I lost weight. I'm getting better every day, but will never get back to full health. My pneumonia got mixed with Covid and did a number on my lungs. I now have a friend next to my bed called an O2 tank. I only have my phone at the moment, and I try to get back to make post, but I have alot of post to read.
Sorry for dissapearing, but I was hospitalized for a pneumonia. I was released yesterday, but still need some time to fully recover. I'll try to get back in the game soon, but in the mean time, feel free to bot me.
Looking at the woman, Orlog lean toward Brand. "Yeah... This doesn't help to know if she survive here because she is powerful or the other thing." He walks up next to Christian. "She cultivates the plants around here. Maybe she has some for sell. I'm no herbalist, but there are bound to be some that could be interesting."
"Yes, yes. Bluish smoke, super weird." He walks toward something else that attracted his attention. "Look here, now this is more something that concern me. Tracks right here. Left by someone wearing shoes, walking by themselves. And whoever that is, seems to have been cultivating and harvesting plants." He points at different spots on ground. "Now, who would be living here by themselve? Either they are crazy or powerful enough to have the big evil things avoid them."
Looking through the loot, I sold some of the non magical small gear and the large axe. I exchange, we all get 433 gold. It is not much, but some of us could get some gear upgrade. Don't forget that Orlog can make weapons and armors if you don't want to pay premium.
Before leaving, Orlog inspect the tower properly. "It will need some love, but we can make something out of this." When Christian gets the gift from a secret admirer, Orlog looks at Bydar with suspiscion. Before the priest can affirme of denied anything, Orlog just walks away towards his quarters. "Got to checks on the books. Need to know where we stand on the finances."
Orlog inspects the new found treasure, trying to see if there is anything magical. "So, anything else we want to do here?"
If we are going by stats alone, I would be the best one to do it. Got a +9 on will and and extra +4 versus spells and spell-like ability. Remove curse is a level 3 spells. Both Bydar and me can cast it.
"If she dies by drowning at the bottom of a lake, would anyone really be the killer?"
Orlog grabs the green fey by the one ankle and start dragging it back up the tower. Once back with the group, he drops the creature along a wall. He nods when Christian introduce him, but keeps out of the conversation. Prefering to let the social ones taking the lead.
Sadly, the fey moves too fast for Orlog and manages to move out of reach. He then goes after his foe as fast as his shorter legs can carry him.
Orlog uses channel vigor to bless his limbs and starts running toward the window. "Incomming" He moves past the ranger and then past the window frame. After dealing with the express way down, he stands back up and look around.
Orlog looks at the dancing lady and just shrug. What is she trying to do? He uses a fervor to ask for divine favor before closing in melee and taking a swing at the lady.
With stealth time over, Orlog rushes upstair to join the action.
"If it wasn't for the lady and her men, I would just knock the tower down. This is getting annoying." Orlog tries his best to see if there is a way to bypass the trap.
Orlog cast as spell on his hammer as the discusses what happend to the lady and her guard. Then, when everyone seems decided to go, he looks at Christian. "Stealth or kick the door down. Either way, it will a difficult fight. The stairs will be narrow, allowing only one of us at a time. Not counting on the fact the defender will have the higher ground."
"Well, this place seen better days. Should we explore clock wise or counter?"
"Sure, give me a second." Orlog casts a spell to increase his strength and heads over to Brand.
Orlog gets closer to the gate. "How would I know about this? I'm not that old"
His attention is pull from the carving to the gateway itself. "Wait, there is a portcullis here, and it seem to be set to fall on anyone that cross it." He looks around to what lies about. "Any piece of lumber around here? We need something long enough to block it."
Once they are away from the two feys, Orlog lean toward Bydar but talks in a way that his voice carries. "Question. If our Lord Christian here would happen to wed that Taldorian woman and she managed to get her throne back. Would this make him the King of Taldor?"
"All I hear is more Taldorian walking around here. Allying with her might paint an even bigger target on ourselves."
"I was hoping for some exotic enchantment on the armor, but it is just a regular one. Still valuable though. The sword is cold iron. I can enchant that back home if anyone needs a weapon of this type." He gathers the loot and make sure to keep a note of what was found.
Orlog's attention is focused on the armor on the skeleton. "What do we have here?" He studies it for a moment, trying to see if there is any trace of magic before touching it.
"There is no way I can get close to this without them hearing me, so if you want to pull a surprise attack, it will have to be without me." Orlog isn't happy, but he doesn't want to ruin the group stealth tactic.
"We should spend a few days welcoming and setting up this new wave of people. Then, we might want head out and deal with some of the those things that were mentionned during the meeting. Any prefence? I don't have, but the more secure the regions, the better it will be for those people here."
"Welcome to Charis my friends! It might look small for now, but with time and some good old dwarven know how, still place will be a shining beacon of hope in this wild land." He walks toward the people and start shaking some hands and slapping some shoulders. Once the greeting are over, he walks back to the group. "Now, we that we have a strong workforce, we need funds to start building. Maybe we should claim that mine?"
"Finally! That Cavan fellow finally won't be the only builder here. This might speed up the process. Let's greet them shall we?" Orlog stands and heads out to see the caravan.
--- At the inn --- "Aye! I completed my first enchanting of a weapon. I assisted enchanting other weapons before, but this is my first one by myself." Orlog lean forward. "Do you have any idea how complicated it is to enchant cold iron? It is not like regular steel. It takes special ingrediants, rarer ones." He grabs a empty glass on the table and fills it with ale. Placing the drink across the table, he points a the chair while looking at Bydar. "Sit, let me describe it to you, you'll appreciate it, it is like an art. We can enjoy it together before it goes back to be a tool of destruction." --- At the meeting --- "So the area is full of lovely people that might or might not be friendly. Plus we got giant lizards that looks like dragons. Plus there are some elves ruins. Sounds like we still have lots of work ahead of us." As for the supplies, maybe we can look into getting some help from a druid or a priest of Erastil."[/b]
After checking on the kingdom's finance. Orlog heads for the forge. He know he should be resting, but the calling of the warmth of the fire is too hard to resist. Once there, he place his warhammer on the altar to Torag next to the anvil. He then takes the supplies he bought while he was at Restov and places them next to the hammer. For the next four days, Orlog barely leave the workspace. Using different chants and blessing, he performs multiples rituals days in and out. After the four days, a tired Orlog finally gets back to the surface. The dwarf is visibly tired but still bears a big smile. Instead of heading to be, he instead goes to the Inn. Once there, he place his warhammer on a table and take a seat. The weapon seems to project a faint aura of magic. Starved, Orlog orders a big meal and some good ale to wash it down. The smile never leaving his face.
If there is no objection, I'll take over the party loot page tracking. AS to not drain all the money, I suggest we only take 1450 in coins for now. That will leave 1564.2 gp in the party loot. I chose not to sell anything yet. We'll revisit that later. Before we head back out, Orlog want to enchant his weapon, giving it a +1. If you have the coins and are willing to wait, I can also enchant your weapons and/or armor.
I really need to know if the loot sheet is up to date. I want Orlog to enchant his weapon before we head back out again. So I could use the money.
Nice work Bydar. I almost feel sorry for the ones that wouldn't get hired.
I like it! Sorry I haven't gotten in on the RP-fest, I've been sick and it's had my brain a bit frazzled lately. I think the only NPC I've done much connecting with is Sapphira, and she seemed a bit annoyed with me last time lol Cavan might be a fine fellow, but our lordship could use an heir. ;) On a more serious note, is our loot page up to date? Cause I could use some coins for some enchanting. Cold iron can cost a pretty penny for the first +1.
While still in Restov, Orlog visit the dwarven communities. Is main goal is to get some contacts and possible rest and resupply area. He also uses this time to do some recruiting. No point of wasting opportunities, if any present themselves. He also looks to forge supplies for the magical enchantment of arms and armors. Once back in Charis, his first stop is the treasury. He makes sure all is in order and locks away the supplies he just brought back for later. Once he is sure everything is ok, he heads over to his favorite drinking spot, Sapphira's inn.
"Demons spend more time fighting against each other than working toward their goal. You really want to work with people that spend their time planning to stab you in the back the moment you need them?" Orlog raises an eyebrow as he ask his question.
As they get closer to the rendez-vous point, Orlog signal the group to stay close to the shadows. "Nothing wrong so far, but trouble always seems to creep up when you get close to the goal and everything is quiet. Should we sent the scout out boss?"
Slamming his fist against his chest, Orlog activate his blessing. "Yes sir, taking pont." The warpriest then walks toward the door.
"Aye, this place will collapse soon. Whatever they want to try up there, they better make it fast." Orlog continues to douse the flames as much as he can, but keeps an eye out for other solutions.
"There is a cellar, but nothing comes from there but flames. There are stairs that leads up, they are untouched by flames and voice are coming from there. Come on in and head straight there. I'll slow the fire here." He turns to the cellar and summon water over the trap.
"The fire seem to be coming from the basement." He informs his comarades before walking deeper in, trying to find stairs that would bring him to the source of the fire.
"Wait for me here, I'll go see if there's people inside." Orlog walks toward the door and opens it. He calmly walk inside, not caring about the fire. If the heat become to high, he uses his create water spell to put out the bigger sources of flames.
Orlog stand next to Syretia, trying to understand all the political speach going on.
Orlog raise an eyebrow at Christian. "Run?"
Orlog let the lords talk as he sips his drink. Once he emptied, he stands there looking around for a way to refill.
"There is a wedding going on?" Orlog, who haven't obliviously followed all the conversations, perks up and the idea that there might be a party somewhere.
Leaving the guard time to answer Syretia, Orlog looks around the place. Once the guard is done talking, he turns to him. "Could you bring us something to drink my good man. We had to walk a bit faster than I would like to get here."
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