Orren wipes the sweat from his brow, "Great beauty and great danger lurk in this place. Shall we proceed?"
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Orren curses and reloads his crossbow.
Not wanting to expend his Sleep spell on the beast, Orren fires his crossbow at the creature. Heavy Crossbow Attack
Orren turns and fires a missile of pure magic at the foe. Magic Missile
Orren shakes his head, "I think we must stay here until we find what the Ogre was looking for, is there no way in?"
"Doing to him? He is a prisoner who will speak as to his reason for being here, an agent of the Viperhand we have heard so much about".
"Nor I. Payit I can speak a bit but this language I understand very little".
Standing at the top of the pyramid, what can Orren see as he looks out?
Orren is curious as well and heads inside.
FYI, I will be away from the 3rd through the 7th. If I do not post it is because I do not have internet access. Feel free to DMPC me as necessary.
Orren's perks up at Manauia's statement, "The Cloak? Do you as well seek a Cloak?"
Orren pulls rope from his backpack to tie up the Orc. He looks up at Otzali, "Yes, if there is something here we should retrieve it".
"We should tie one of the Orcs up for questioning and slay the other 3. They would do not less to us were the situations reversed. I know this seems unjust but it is the way of things".
Out of spells for the remainder of the day, Orren reloads his crossbow.
Orrren fires his crossbow at the Ogre. Crossbow Attack Damage Orren's shot misses wide, very far wide.
Orren will close on the Orcs from behind and once within range cast Sleep!
Orren nods to Manauia, "My strength is limited but if effective, it should render most if not all of them helpless, for a time."
Orren whispers, "My magic may be able to bring the Orcs low while the rest of you concentrate on the Ogre. What do you all think of that plan?"
Orren grabs a pinch of sand with one hand and unslings his dagger with the other, I hope my spell works, I would hate to be wielding a dagger against bloodthirsty Orcs much less an Ogre.
Orren nods in greetings to Al Suresh, I will have to speak with him when we have a moment to rest, his accent I cannot place... As the group heads to the ruins he hears Otzali's words and nods in agreement. At Manauia's response, Orren grabs a pinch of sand, My last spell, I will need to make it count. Orren holds back to allow the stealthier members of the party act without his interference.
I think we should try to take them down.
Orren responds in broken Payit, "Too do we hope this. Ruins", he points around them "bring us here".
Orren reaches for a Healer's Bag with one hand if these people are truly friendly and need help, with his other hand he grabs a pinch of sand in case he needs to put them to sleep.
Orren gestures and speaks in the language of magic and fires a Magic Missile at one of the Vultures. Auto Hit. Damage "Do these scavengers attack the living? Seems unusual..."
Orrren moves forward with the natives as their ability to spot traps exceeds his own.
Orren shows the findings to Ik'Skull and Otzali. "It seems things of great value have been left behind here. Shall we search further?"
Orren heads forward to investigate the murals. Perhaps they will provide a clue to the item they seek, if nothing else they will depict part of the history of this mysterious land and are interesting even if only for those purposes.
Orren holds still so his lack of stealth does not ruin Ik'Skull's soft padding towards the ruined palace.
Orrem will nod still a bit shaken by Meri's death, "Let us see what we see".
Orren turns to his companions and speaks in Payit, "The cour ty ard next?" though he still struggles with the language a bit.
Orren keeps the words of a spell on his lips as he follows Otzali into the building.
Orren steels his resolve, a mercenary must deal with the loss of comrades there can be no help for it. "Do we have torches we can burn those webs away with?"
"I just cannot believe she is gone...
Orren looks on in horror as Meri is devoured. The spell he would have cast dies on his lips as he knows there is nothing he could do to save her. Orren looks to the tree crossing that Ik'Skull accomplished, "I have a bad feeling about that..."
Dexterity Check vs. Dex 12.
Before she does so, Orren will tie a rope to her in case we need to haul her back in.
"I would normally agree Hasoctl but it seems we have decided to come this way just to enter the place. We must now do so together". Orren attempts to speak in Payit, Ik'skull:
"Danger here?" He grins at the natives as he attempts to speak the language for the first time.
Orren looks up to see what the monkeys are doing, he has little experience with the creatures. "How far did the Treant's say this "Lost" city was?"
Orren shrugs, "If the rest of you are interested. Perhaps it is a place we can rest out of the elements for a night as well".
"Given more time perhaps but I have no such thing with me and no magic to work such wonders".
I was planning on learning at least one of the local languages with my non-weapon proficiencies whe we get to level 2.
Orren shrugs, "I have very little with me, perhaps a silk rope I could part with, is that something they would find useful Ik' Skull?"
" An they assist us with knowledge about where we head to do you think Ik'Skull?"
"As we are not pressed for time so terribly we could simply let it move along of its own accord or look for another crossing up or downstream". |