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Oso had voiced long and loud against everyone's plans. Stubborn and filled with emotion, the Garundi had ended up with name-calling and fist-shaking. As the others went to bed or took up their watches, the barbarian had fallen asleep in high dudgeon. Come the morning, Oso was gone. Heading off without a word of thanks to anyone or a goodbye to those who mattered. He left, leaving a pile of found treasure.
In all honesty we have travelled much further into,this dungeon then most groups would and that is largely due to the efforts of some of you. I agree that a change is needed, especially when its the GM suggesting. I've stuck it until now because these games require stickability. Unfortunately my summer is filled with all manner of real life issues and so for that reason I would like to drop out. Losing Paizo access at work has simply made matters worse. GM BrOp thank you so much for the chance to play with everyone and I wish you all the success with this adventure. Cheers
Oso stretches up and laughs out loud at his body's renewed energy. He claps his hands together, grabs his weapons and follows Mandraiv, eager for the battle. He lifts the shield up high and keeps his longsword angled forwards beside it.
Oso sits on the ogre's chest while decisions are made.
The big Garundi follows Aredhel, shaking off his tiredness for one last effort to get back to a safe chamber. The warrior keeps his shield raised and drags his sword a little.
Oso goes back to the rear. Then staggers again. "Leave me to rest here. I will catch up tomorrow."
Oso tries to take hold of the tapestry with a loud howl, that ululates across the room. He pulls hard with an iron grip.
But his sweaty fingers slip off the material as it whips and weaves around the fighter.
Oso moves to help Mandraiv, the tired Garundi pulls hard at one corner of the tapestry. His trembling muscles makes the effort more difficult.
His iron grip tightens on the material.
Oso charges in too and produces a wild swing at the tapestry on the ground, leaving himself open to attack.
Oso wraps them into his shoulder sack. Then moves to follow the rest with a nod to Aredhel.
Oso picks off an amulet to look more closely at it while Mandraiv scouts on ahead. He grins at the boar and rubs a hand over the large chairs. "Big kobolds, ha!"
Best of luck GM and I'm finding time a precious commodity at the mo. cheers
Oso prepares for the boar zombie to attack. He keeps his sword and shield at the ready and protects the backs of his comrades.
Fine. While Oso is fatigued he will be at the rear as a further SOP.
Oso hangs back of his more stealthy friends. He stays with Imsh, and keeps an eye om the rear. Listening behind every now and then for signs of pursuit.
Oso nods. He grips his sword tight and readies to leave. The garundi doesn't say much but those eyes light up at the mere mention of a dragon.
"She is big fat kobold mama? like mum." calls up Oso as he listens from the bottom of the stairs.
Oso will save his last hd because he is only down 5 pts.
Oso rouses slowly at the touch of Artius and grins at the man. He picks himself up and readies for battle.
The garundi starts to relax and then slowly collapses into the corner. His eyes close while he waits and then the native man relaxes his grip on sword and shield.
"Rest? I is ready if you want to go on. Do not stop for Oso. He is all fight fit." But the words sound a bit more like bravado.
"Let us find Bargle. His thugs are gone now. This is why we are here." The garundi is trembling with exertion, sweaty and visibly staring out of his wide eyes. His fatigue is no longer so well hidden and the laughter is gone for a while. Oso gulps down some air again.
Nope but happy rolling GM!
Oso moves forwards next to Artius (in the southeast corner) and taunts the ogrekin, one foot resting on the unmolten half of the ogre's head. "looks like you should run now your daddy is gone." If they attack then Oso will slash one with his longsword , ,
Oso never really used the glaive, he kept his sword and gets ready for another attack routine. A high low attack with his neck on the line.
Oso steps up recklessly knowing that life and death are both close, he laughs and slashes at the ogre's chest.
Oso comes down the stairs like an avalanche. He doesn't pull up just steps in close enough to smell the breath on the beast and swings his sword with more gusto than real talent. Those rages are beginning to take their toll on the body.
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"Magic make Bargle glass? That powerful magic. So did Aleena do this, if she was twisted and bad, maybe?" The warrior steps back and clasps Aredhel on the shoulder in thanks and appreciation. "I like this idea, Aredhel."
Oso inspects the statue. He seems drawn to the familiar figure as a puzzle which his brain struggles with.
Oso follows nervously watching the walls and ceiling for the next danger. He goes to speak more than once but decides not to distract the scout.
Oso waits for the scouts to lead off and then grabs a dog leg to munch as they all continue.
Oso smiles gaily at the superficial cuts and bruises that have healed under his dark skin. Only the big one at his hip still exists. He barely notices the way Aredhel paces and positively rubs his hands together at the thought of more fighting. However when he stands again, the Garundi is still weak from his door smashing rage. He wipes his face and shakes his head. "I be weak as kitten so no more doors breaking down. Sorry."
Oso shakes his hand at Imsh and waves away the healing. He closes his eyes while the rest decide what next. Waves of tiredness fall through his body. "Just a couple of hours...."
Oso laughs out loud as the chief slips out under the table. "You coward not chief. Run little rat, run. We find you if you stop running!" roars the Garundi. "I need a rest ..... and food. Rest and food so I can make scars." The warrior leans against the table, blood dripping from his last wound. He shakes a little with the rage bleeding away.
Oso is now frothing at the mouth, splinters dripping from his heavy shoulder and he roars with his slashing sword raised. Then he attacks the nearest kobold in reckless haste. , ,
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Oso charges the door with an almighty roar, his shoulder goes down at the last second and hits it with everything he has!
Oso holds the flaps of skin closed across his stomach but the blood has flowed down onto his legs. He shrugs at Imsh. "Let Oso rest for a while and this scratch will go. Gorum would be proud, Imsh. Dem kobolds nasty!" He lifts one hand and points his sword at the one that surrendered. "I take your head if you don't tell him! You speak or lose life from neck down. Ha!"
The serrated swords rip and slice Oso's waist wide open, leaving huge gashes as the flaps of skin drip blood in all directions. The garundi native screams in rage and attacks in full anger. He may be going down, but he is going down fighting.
Oso charges after the fight until he can take a wild swing at one of the guards, swinging recklessly to smash into the kobold with full power.
Oso watches the head bounce away with a loud laugh, then winces at the cut to his waist. The warrior pulls his sword back in from the sweep and delivers an overhand chop to the daring kobold's head. The one with his blood on his dagger. It had the look of a future chief in his brave eyes.
Gore and bone splatter the group until the body realises it is dead and slumps away. "Ha ha ha! I am here for Bargle. Fight or flee! Flee!"
The barbarian attacks the nearest kobold, slicing his sword horizontally across at neck level.
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