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Considering I have been swamped with real life and disappeared from my games, I certainly would not blame you at all. It is supposed to be fun for everyone, including you. :) In hindsight, I think the AL and PFS size adventures are better suited for PbP anyway.
After landing, Pindleton looks up... up... and up at the rocky cliff. He says to the captain, "Unfortunately, we will be too far for me to send a magical message, so if any of you see me floating out over the edge waving my arms wildly, that means please bring the airship up there, we need to leave. Plus, knowing our history, we would likely need to leave quickly." He starts to walk away and then stops and turns back, "Oh, and if it's an obvious illusion of me... that's still me signalling. Well, not me but an illusion of me, but I should be the one who created it... never mind, you know what I mean. Thank you." With a bow, he turns and hurries off, trying to avoid further confusing the situation.
"Some scouting will certainly be in order. Fire giants are going to be a fair bit more difficult to deal with than some teenagers. Maybe we should probably land a short distance away and then approach the yakfolk village first? Might be able to get some information before heading to Ironslag. We can always go back to airship if it would make the most sense to swoop in fast to get it. But I'd only want to do that after having a sneaky look first so we know what we are facing."
”Unless anyone objects, I can send in an illusion of myself with my hands up in the air, and someone can holler in behind it to say we just want to talk. That way we can see if they attack first or are willing to talk.” With a shrug, Pindleton casts silent image.
"Negotiation sounds like a good approach, but prep up because I doubt it's going to work out very well. But if we can avoid killing, I'm all for that!"
Pindleton stares at the ship for a moment and then lets out an excited ”YES!!” He clicks his heels then flies up to examine it in closer detail from every angle.
”If some of you can manage to remove the armor, when we have some free time, I can examine it to make sure it’s safe. There could always be possible issues with it being safe for giants but dangerous to others.” Pindleton says with a shrug. ”However, I’m not sure what this ship is that Harshnag is talking about. I was really hoping to avoid more boat travel. I really don’t like water.” Pindleton holds his stomach in memory of past voyages. With a sigh, he then walks out to see what Harshnag is talking about.
Yeah, splitting up is probably more work than it’s worth. Also, sorry that of course when you have more time this week, I get sick. Blarg! I’ll see if I have much to add, but Pindleton agrees with what everyone has been asking and doing. If it gets to it, bot me as necessary.
No worries either way. I forgot we weren’t UA. :) Pindleton as an explorer/archaeologist type will probably take an interest in them either way.
Just a little heads up, next week is my spring break and I should have tons of time for heavy posting. Cool! I'll try to make sure to stay more on top of stuff to keep up this week. Just to avoid any potential hard feelings, I'll minor spoiler you guys: you'll find more of these rune shards. That'll be fun! Would you consider the Rune Scribe Prestige Class from UA? The concept sounds interesting, but I haven't dug into the details yet so I'm not sure about if I would want to take it but might consider it. Figured I'd at least check first. If you are unsure, that's fine. I'm happy with the direction Pindleton's going anyway.
"Oof!!" Pindleton slowly picks himself up from the ground and looks around. Unfortunately, he is distracted by a massive headache from the ice attack and rubs his head feeling for any new lumps.
Can we go after the death stone and save our giant friend??
Unfortunately, Pindleton has little that can assist with the rock chipping, so he cheers them on occasionally reminding them to stay hydrated and to bend at the knees not the waist. Although he does study where the death stone came from to see if there is anything of note in the niche is presumably was hidden in.
Overconfident from his solid hit previously, Pindleton's next arrow flies wide.
Pindleton is unnerved seeing the creature getting hit hard by many of his companions but still standing strong. But he takes a deep breath and follows the creature with his bow waiting for the exact right moment.
Pindleton fires his bow at the creature.
Noticing Sohar's actions in the midst of the chaos, Pindleton aims towards the other barbarians but holds his shot. "Do we have some way to restrain them so that we can figure out what's going on? Anyone know who they are??"
Pindleton fires an arrow off at the wyrmling.
Pindleton gets his bow ready and looks around, squinting at the darkness. He whispers, "This space is large enough that I can fly up to scout some, but unfortunately, I'll need some light."
2nd level spells! Yay! Having to choose only 1... ug! So many fun ones!
"Well met, Harshnag, the Grim, and thank you for your assistance! Please, lead on. We are most certainly eager to stop these attacks."
"I don't know about you, but I've heard of him. From what I hear, he's quite the foe of evil giants, so I think we can trust him... at least on this. However," Pindleton gestures around them to the destroyed tavern, "He's far from subtle, so we may want to keep him away from... well, the entire town."
Pindleton hops down and moves a little closer to the bar. He then uses his mage hand to grab and burning piece of wood from the fireplace, and drop it onto magenta Zhent that he broke the (hopefully full) bottle over.
Pindleton holds his bow at his side and draws his shortsword out and across red Zhent.
If it's possible between ceiling heights and ensorcelled Zhents, Pindleton tries flying to the other side of yellow. Then takes a shot at cyan.
Cursing at his miss, he turns his attention to the ones behind the bar. Pindleton tries to pick up any small barrels or large bottles (basically to the limits of his made hand strength) and tries to smash it against the bar and/or one of the Zhents.
With a click of his heels, Pindleton hops up on the table next to him and mutters, "dewin llaw" to activate his mage hand and have it pull the chair in front of red into him, trying to disrupt his crossbow preparations.
"Well, then, this should be fun! Molok, we have your back."
Pindleton steps up in front of the knight (and is quite happy to be on land again), and says, "Ah yes, good sir, I'm sure we can settle this peaceably. Oh, my goodness, how rude of me! I am Pindleton Montegue IV of the famed Pindleton explorers, pleased to make your acquaintance. You see we traveled from a distant land to lay a dear fallen dwarven friend of ours to rest when we came across the results of a giant attack! It was simply dreadful. And the adventures we have had since then, well, I could spend hours telling you them to help explain our current situation, unless, of course, this Oboth fellow is the proper person we should attempting to resolve this with. If not, and you, my good man, are the one we should explain our predicament to, then I would gladly explain, in great detail, just what has befallen us and led us here to your fine docks and we can avoid my companions getting testy and venting their well-earned frustrations with you." Pindleton gives a brief pause to see if the knight is willing to take the group to Oboth, and if not, takes a deep breath, and prepares his next long, rambling lecture.
"Do we want to see about destroying the arm, perhaps? I want to make sure we don't wind up doing the giants' work for them in getting it out of this cave."
Pindleton aims his bow but is not confident in getting a clear shot through all of that armor. Seeing the others chipping away at him, Pindleton decides he might be better off helping them instead. Lowering his bow and letting the arrow he had ready fall away, he draws his shortsword. With a primal yell (which has only a limited amount of primal-ness coming from a nerdy halfling), he flies directly at the giant's face. Kicking and slashing at the giant's eyes and head, Pindleton flails about with little precision, but, hopefully a decent amount of distraction. "Pipsqueak, eh?! That won't be so funny when I scoop your eyes out of your big head, you... uh... big-headed... imbecile!"
Pindleton prepares to try distracting the dreadnought with a trick... but then seeing the reaction to Urth's illusion shrugs his shoulders and mutters under his breath, "Ah, %&$# it. Let's keep this simple." Then fires an arrow as near the dreadnought's face as possible.
And completely misses. He then begins looking around, his mind racing trying to think of a different option.
Pindleton aims another arrow for an opening in the armor. Hopefully Molok's tenderizing can be enough of a distraction.
Seeing his arrow fail to do anything, Pindleton decides to try another approach.
Pindleton tries to undo the belt of the shield on the side towards Molok, hoping it will come off, or at the very least become loose enough to be awkward. Then he nocks an arrow with a practiced grace, and fires at the giant, taking advantage of Molok's distraction.
"Well, certainly, sir. If that is the price of participation, I would be happy to. Two things, however, is there a particular oath to pledge, or just anything suitable? Secondly, can we be rid of those trolls? Unpredictable, stupid beasts. You can imagine how difficult it was for my family to acquire slaves as strong as these. It would be a great financial loss if one of these..." he shows as much disgust and disdain as possible, "troll things were to kill a servant of mine... well, yours, I mean."
Pindleton tries to covers his surprise and uses his winged boots to float into the air, adopting a haughty attitude with his increased altitude. His mind races as he tries to think what the previous Pindleton Montagues would have done. "Greetings, I am Pindleton Montague IV, of the famed Montague explorers. I'm sure you've heard of us. Although, not my personal area of expertise, my family has spent some time researching the Rods of Vonindod. Zalto's work is truly quite impressive. My grandfather was sure there was more to the Rods than just finding chunks of metal and it seems he was right! My research indicated that this area might be of significance, so I brought my... loyal servants here to see if we might be of service." He scrambles mentally to try to find something else to help piece things together and get this giant to trust them. Then it strikes him! Pindleton looks at the massive hand and he does his best to mask the blood draining from his face. "So, the Vonindod... these Titans of Death that can defeat even dragons..." he points to the massive hand and continues with genuine awe, "It is majestic. Is that an entire one down there or just an arm? If you have one in it's entirety these ridiculous trolls would take years to dig it out!" Which might not be a bad thing, Pindleton thinks.
Pindleton will try to subtly use his invisible mage hand to grab a loose rock near one of the trolls and toss it at the other troll's head.
Pindleton reports back to the others what he found. "Not that I'm all that excited about facing a giant that serious, they are definitely up to something serious here. I suppose we could find a way to collapse things down on them... but..." Pindleton has a mix of guilt and conspiracy cross his face, and he shrugs, "I am curious about what they are excavating down there."
"I'll go just take a peak at what's in there." Pindleton then mutters, "Llaw dewin" to activate an invisible hand. He creeps closer to the cave, attempting to look inside the cavern, but not quite enter it if possible.
Pindleton steadies his aim again, letting Molok and Sohar keep the giant distracted long enough to open up the perfect shot... but misjudges the wind, glancing the arrow off her armor.
I'm still here and interested. But holidays definitely impacted my ability to keep up. Also, with this section, it does feel like there's not really a larger goal*, but each location has been interesting, so I'm fine with it. I don't mind "You show up at town X and there's Y to do. When that's done you move on to the next town..." Besides, this is still progressing better than any other PbP's I have been in (and definitely better than the two I'm running! *ashamed face*) ;) * I also realize, I could do more as a player to set a goal rather than just following along where you lead. So I'll set a New Years Resolution to do that. :)
Hoping the troll is crispy and seeing the giant free to attack, Pindleton shifts focus and tries to skewer the giant in a suitably vital area.
"Well, so much for rescuing the troll from torture. Guess a troll's a troll!" Pindleton tries to see if he has better luck attacking the troll.
Sorry to hear that, Jysson! Your various incarnations have been fun to game with and I hope to see you around the boards again. Take care!
Pindleton fires his bow from concealment at the giant.
Pindleton whispers, "Well now, this is certainly a moral conundrum. I'm not really one to risk my life to save a troll, but that's just mean. However, I am one to be very curious about an odd situation like this. Why doesn't she just finish the troll off for good?"
Pindleton straps on his quiver and readies his bow. "I can go with him."
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