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Nodding, Pengaal pulls his pigments out of his pack and daubs a rough symbol onto the back of his hand, before reaching for Atticus'.
Forgot to roll for last round, will do that here. Rolls:
Current penalty is however those rolls work out.
Shoulder-to-shoulder with Ludwig, Pengaal hacks away at the creature. Rolls: Edit:
"Ludwig! Think, please!" Pengaal takes the scythe slash on the shoulder, turning full-circle to step away from the maddened Albiran to face the creature that maddened him again. He hacks at its legs like the tendons are vines, trying to lay the thing low while Ludwig hopefully fights off whatever was done to him. Rolls: Making a full attack against the Goblin King. The first attack will be a trip attempt, and he'll use Brawler's Attitude against it.
Pengaal leaps at the thing's hindquarters while it's busy with Ludwig, slamming both feet into the side of its knee. Rolls: Using Iron Knuckle and Steel Flurry Strike
Readying both blades, Pengaal circles wearly around the sobbing creature.
Pengaal nods in thanks to the deserter before falling down into the blackness as well.
I think at that point there'd be two of us? I mean, we're one fight off finishing the campaign, as I understand it, so we may as well. Doesn't seem much point in re-recruiting.
My last final is today, so I will be tomorrow.
Finals start this week for me, so I'll be spending most of my time alternately studying and fantasizing about dropping out and becoming a Batman villain. Please bot me if I'm slowing things down.
"I hope as well - how can someone fight it, any more than we could fight floating in the black water?"
Pengaal frowns. "Explain. Now."
Pengaal stumbles backwards until he feels his spine touch stone. "They returned... to ruins. What happened here?"
Pengaal grabs Ludwig's arm. "Remember - the dead do not lie sleeping here." Keeping the massive hole between himself and the armored figure at all times, he approaches it to peer down inside.
Then, taking his time to watch for unstable footing, Pengaal will move through the door.
I'll be at relatives for the holidays, feel free to bot me if I'm slowing things down.
Nodding, Pengaal helps shift a chest before backtracking and moving carefully up the stairs.
Hm. That's strange. What's below a kitchen? "Sir Siegschwert, you are more familiar with the Twilight Order than I. Up or down?"
"Hmm." Pengaal stowes the vials in his pack to examine later (or, more likely, look for someone else to examine), before moving into the next room.
Before examining the rest of the room Pengaal will move to the plain door and crack it open to peer through; if he doesn't see anything he'll check the weapon racks and chests before moving forwards.
Listening first for any noise, Pengaal opens the door on the left if he doesn't hear anything.
"And now they know we are here. Let's hurry." So saying Pengaal steps quickly towards the closest door.
Leaving the whip for the moment, Pengaal lunges for the back of the closest construct and leaps to slam both feet into its joint. Rolls: Using Iron Knuckle and Steel Flurry Strike
Similarly, Pengaal shrinks down and freezes to try and make himself as small a target as possible.
Pengaal darts immediately towards the columns, trying to stay out of what might be the construct's 'sight' as he moves forwards. Rolls:
"I suppose it would be more polite to take the door..."
Pengaal nodded. "Answers will not come without risk. Perhaps we can quiet whatever's inside while we are there."
Pengaal scrambles back, shocked. "A guardian?"
I'm going to be out camping Friday-Sunday; please bot me as necessary.
Pengaal steps away for a second to examine the statue; it seemed to be the oldest part of this place not inside the tower.
"Then we would appreciate a guide, thank you. If this is truly the Gelid, then it has changed much since I was here last."
"And the citadel... is that the building in the distance?"
That... cannot be good. Stretching slowly, Pengaal rises to his full height while motioning for Ludwig and the others to stay hidden. Should they fire, he's ready to drop flat and vanish back into the woods.
"She was a friend. Tell me... the Gelid, did it melt?"
Keeping his head down, Pengaal tries to throw his voice to disguise his location a bit. "Travelers, far from home," though not as far, I'm beginning to think, as I thought. "We're looking for shelter, and answers."
Trying to stay hidden behind what little foliage there is, Pengaal calls out, "Who are you people?"
"I had hoped to speak with them, but I can take a closer look." With that, Pengaal vanishes up into the trees again and starts making his way over to the group, only touching the ground when he absolutely has to. Rolls:
"Perhaps they can tell us." Ordinarily, Pengaal would have just snuck past the group, or perhaps followed them at a distance to learn more - both impossible with his more armored companions. Instead, he set a course ahead of them - let them come to us, and meet us on their terms.
Pengaal ignores the trapped creature - for the moment - and stepped to Ludwig. "We need to keep moving. Please. Someone set these traps, and they will be by soon. And... soon she'll rise as well." Rolls:
"LUDWIG! Stay out of the water!" Pengaal shouts, dancing around the edge of the pool but not dipping even a toe in. "It's not for the living...
Yowling in pain, Pengaal tears his arm free of the corpse's mouth and kicks heavily at it's knee before chopping at its head with his machete. Rolls: (If the Trip attempt succeeds) (+4 if Trip worked) (+4 if Trip worked)
From the trees, Pengaal lashes out with the Prince's whip at the un-trapped creature before dropping down to close the distance. Rolls: Pengaal has no points in Kn. Religion, so he's unlikely to be able to make the Knowledge roll. I'll make one anyway just in case though.
(1d8 + 3 of each attack is Positive Energy, as I assume these are undead).
Since we've come to what you said was the last act, I think it'd be best to press on. Hopefully Ludwig can keep us alive.
Pengaal drops down from the trees again, still not letting his feet touch the ground. "Shhh! The bodies, they're moving. Like the wretched in the Flower Witch's forest. We need to do the same, and quickly."
Dropping down in front of the others, Pengaal hangs from one arm while speaking in a hushed whisper. "You have been walking through fields of traps, and the waters are full of the dead. This place... it is most familiar. Come, I will do my best to point the traps out to you as we travel." Rolls:
Why risk the ground at all? Being familiar with this kind of terrain, Pengaal scurries up into the trees like a snake and leaps from bough to bough as they move.
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