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Penelope can feel the blood pumping loud in her ears, wait does she have blood?. Blood? So much blood. So much killing, betrayal. Anger. Penelope loses control of herself and gives herself up to her anger, her pain! Penelope cranes her head and screams! Her face distorts and she viciously attacks the ettin!
The first blow lands, but fails to harm the ettin through her leather armor. The second attack also lands, but fails to harm the ettin due to her tough hide. Penelope does not understand why her attacks are not causing the ettin damage. As she circles the ettin she thinks about what she know about creatures of the night, and replays the the unsuccessful attacks against this creature, looking for a weakness in it's defenses.
Penelope watches in horror as the ettin kills the Forgotten One, and her fear and horror turn to anger... as she lashes out out at the ettin. [/b] Let the dance of death begin!"/[b] She says loud enough for Albern and Brethon to hear. Penelope then side steps into the Ettin's flank
And attacks the ettin with her hands.
Penelope scrambles up the rope
Penelope continues to try and climb the boulder, and is unable to get purchase.
Penelope see the dog slump from Brethon's stirke. She turns around to see Denge destroy another Goblin dog handily. Penelope will move to assist Rafaelis. DC 15 Climb Check to scramble up the "boulder"
Penelope cannot get traction to get up the boulder.
Penelope finding some inner connection within herself swings a second time at riderless dog in front of her, determined to contribute to the fight!
Penelope stands provoking the Aoo and swings at the goblin dog with her bare fist[slam attack]
Penelope sees the goblin dog coming her way, and strikes out at the goblin dog[Red].
And misses wildly.
Penelope screams as he cloak catches fire.
Penelope's eye's go wide as she realizes the goblin in front of her is about to pull a flask of oil from his gear and try to light her on fire! Fearing being burned alive, and hoping to stop him, she swings wildly at the Goblins head!
Penelope is startled by the yelling and noise of the goblins on wolfback. She know she must go forward and attack to protect the party, to protect Denge. As she steps off of the rock she stumbles on her robes, she catches her balance but drops her double sword. By the time she regains her balance she is right in front of a goblin. Instinct takes over and she slams the goblin[Purple] right in the chest!
Penelope feels her hands start to sweat, and she grips and re-grips this awkward and heavy double sword, all that time practicing with it and she might as well be fighting with a wagon wheel. She hears the noise approaching, hears Denge's encouragement. Her heart starts beating faster as she knows there will be a fight. There is a tingle and Denge's Magic Armor washes over her, at least there's that. she wipes the sweat of her palms on her cloak and grips her double sword too tightly. "I will not fail him." she thinks to herself, and waits for the noises to get louder.
Unless someone protests. Denge and Penelope will confer, she will wink out and reappear a moment later incorporeal. She will sink into the floor and head out toward the cave and head in. Doing a full reconnoiter of the cave and it's inhabitants.
Penelope looks at Denge for reassurance, and he nods slightly to her. In a low whisper with her hands clasped before her, she says "I can get in there and be unseen, I can become incorporeal " "It would be a good if we knew how many there are, right?"
Penelope is startled by Denge's words after such a long time of silence. Both relieved that he feels the odd flow of time also, and disturbed from her lulling peace. She nods in what she hopes is perceived as understanding. So much of this place seems familiar and yet so strange. "As always Denge, I will follow your lead." She too looks off into the distance, clenching her jaw muscles(does she even have jaw muscles she wonders) to help maintain her focus on the tasks at hand. Her face a poor imitation of Denge's older and weathered face. I will not let him down, she thinks.
"Umm, yes, sir.. missus, oh great forgotten one, I, I mean we, could really use your help. There is a bad monster killing in the forest, it really is unbalanced, and unfair. It's not right, it's not natural. We could really use your help. "
Penelope can watches in horror as Adula sends out a wave of negative energy. Denge caught unawares crumples. "Denge!"
Weeping openly, she burys her head in his chest. Perception 10: While sitting/laying next to Denge's inert body, Penelope's clothes go flat.
Via message to all "Yes, I saw Gribb.. He took something from Hanull and put it in his mouth." Via message to all "Oh Denge, can you ask them just to leave... so there will be no violence, no bloodshed. I don't want there to be any more killing."
Penelope looks at the double bladed sword at her feet, looks darkly at Denge picks up of the double bladed sword and walks away. "This one looks good. Um, yes, very good balance. I'll take this one." She says as she walks away with the double bladed sword, holding awkwardly in two hands and clutched under one arm pit. Sits down on a log close to party having lunch, but refuses food.
”Denge, after what happened this afternoon… I can’t …I won’t just stand by.” ”I have to be prepared. I have to be ready to defend myself, to defend you. To kill or be killed.” ”I just don’t know which one would be most effective at killing goblins and such.” Denge and Penelope go back and forth. If others is the party come up to look at the three swords Penelope is pondering, Denge will waive them forward and ask them to choose any weapon of their liking. Penelope will not protest if another party member takes one of the three she is considering. "Hpmh." Upon hearing Denge's dismissive tone, Penelope will include in her perusal the double bladed sword. She picks it up awkwardly pretending to expertly examine it's blades. After a moment the weight of the weapon shifts in her hands and she drops it on the ground.
Penelope stops mid-sentence her questions about the wild flower she was asking Denge forgotten, slowly turning her head to why see Denge has interrupted her. Screaming! "DENGE!" Penelope rushes to Denge's side, arriving a moment after he hits the ground she puts her head against his chest, as she tries to lift his body, but realizes she is too weak. Denge's body convulses, blood trickling from his mouth, eyes rolled back, his mouth ever so slightly opening and closing like a fish out of water. Perception Check 13: While Penelope is sitting/laying next to Denge sobbing over his unconscious body, her Robes/Cloak go flat.
Penelope looks up and says to Albern:
Thoroughly flustered she lowers her head again, stirring the porridge she has not tasted.
Penelope Waystrider is tall and beautiful, almost luminescent coming down the stairs. She keeps her hair in the hood of her robes and her head lowered. She wears full robes and gloves, you are able catch glimpses of her beneath her robes.
Penelope stays oddly close to Denge, always moving to interpose Denge between her and others. Her body language shows fear and anxiety. She sits next to him at the table and waits silently. After a moment she starts a whispered conversation with Denge.
Looking a bit ill at ease, she tries to stay close to Denge, and does not make eye contact with any of the others. At the same time she wants to be near the people in the inn, and she also feels very uncomfortable to be in their presence. Unsure what else to do, she stays close to Denge and watches the others out of the corner of her eye, careful not to make eye contact.
Penelope uncertain of herself, takes the flask from the soldier. "Belhaim? No, I am not sure where that is located. I am traveling with the caravan to Wispil, with my protector Denge. Uh, Denge." Penelope looks at Denge meaningfully and then at the solider and then to the flask.
"Yes, thank you."
Penelope watches the interplay between Rafaelis and Gribbs fearfully, expecting the worst.
and is satisfied that these rumors are just that rumors(whew!) Everything is going to be all right. Confident that the previous concerns were just a false alarm, Penelope goes back to exploring the intricacies of the mug of ale.
Penelope stumbles with the unexpected conversation"Um.. master Bray, oh. Um Mr., sir Burrowfoot...howdoyoudo...Iamfineplease tomeetyou" She lowers her head and shakes it slowly from side to side.
Lifting and replacing a the mug of ale on the table--she does not make any move to drink it.
”Good evening Sir Reeves I trust your nighttime activities go well.”
After which she pointedly does not make eye contact and stays deep within her robes, hood pulled low.
Still whispering "Denge I would like to rest now, would that be ok?"
(whispering loudly) "Denge. Denge. Can I speak to a moment." |
