"There's no way it would have done that to itself. Be wary. There's something meaner than a troll down here. And I mean besides me." Pluchak gave the group a toothy grin, and then spat some acid on the troll's head.
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The half orc shrugged, "I guess he did." Leaning his bardiche on his shoulder, he cracked his knuckles. He looked at Abbas. "I suppose it's back to work. You ready? Already he was hearing the roaring in his ears. This was going to be a good fight.
Update: Still on vacation, no regular posting until the 9th. On the elbow front, I've got good and bad news. Good news: it wasn't dislocated. Bad news: I had so much blood in my elbow (emergency room doc pulled out 15cc) from a bone chip or spur that they couldn't tell what was wrong with it as the swelling was so bad it felt like a bone was out of place. I will likely need surgery, and since I have government insurance, there's no telling how long I'll need to wait and whether or not I'll get a doctor that can actually handle the problem. On the upside, I got a shot of cortizone in the joint, so I'm in much less pain and my wife has taken over diaper duty altogether, so I have some reprieve from that.
"They were protectin' something down here, let's keep going. You guys were here for a reason, let's find it."
Pluchak follows along with the rest of the crew, but when it comes to looking down dark tunnels, he knows he can help while the others sort out if there's anything to be salvaged from the mess. He pays particular attention to the four doors off the straight path.
Realizing that no one had kept going, comes back to the debate. He looks at the sad Abbas and the rest of crew. This won't do, especially after they lost a couple of other friends recently. He tries one more thing to see if he can cheer up his friend. Orcish: "Do you understand your betters, goblin?"
Pluchak followed along quietly for a while, a bit morose that one of them had to leave when he'd just gotten there. But seeing the goblin down in the pit raised his hackles a bit and got him back to his gruff self. He snorted, cleared his throat and spat at the goblin in derision, and responded to the lizardfolk's rhetorical question. "If it is, we'll have to double back and take the other way. There's still something down here that we might need."
The spittle had hit one of the spears on the way down, not even making it to the goblin, but it sizzled on the wood a bit, eating away at the wood a little.
Pluchak walks over when he's called to notice the door is already open. "You've been eating well lately, my friend."
The massive half orc takes a turn around the circular room, checking out the dark doorways, seeing what might be lurking deeper within the shadows. He saw the man over there, but there was no reason to go and talk to him when others could. Best to just keep a lookout for more danger, or more goblins to kill while waiting for them to sort things out.
Breathing hard and standing over the dead troll, Pluchak wipes his mouth and spits the ichor left in it back at the troll after he tore at throat. The roaring in his ears had calmed somewhat as Abbas spoke his name. Then he became aware of a warmth on his arm. He looked down, mostly expecting to see blood, but instead seeing a small (to him) white hand on his arm. It seemed odd to him that it would be there until he realized she was waiting for him to come back from his feral rage. He patted her hand twice with his big bloodied mitt. At first he was slightly embarrassed that he left a bloodstain on her hand, but she was a warrior and pretty used to blood on her hands, so he figured it wasn't a big deal. "Yeah, let's see what's down here. Stupid as goblins and trolls are, they wouldn't be down here together if they weren't protecting something." Pluchak didn't actually know this from experience, but it seemed to make sense in his mind.
Seeing the troll focus on Elinor, something within him snapped a little. His rage, while fearsome before stepped into a reckless frenzy that made the Troll civilized in comparison. The memories in his head whirled about as even his body contorted itself in response to his anger. Pluchak then stomps over the torn corpses of wolves and goblins to get at the Troll. No one was going to harm his friends. He was going to tear them apart that tried.
Yeah, I thought the three 10s in a row were weird too.
Pluchak's eyes light up at the sight of the troll. Once they got rid of the trash he could get to that beast. The blood began pounding in his ears and he could hold himself back no longer. Looking for the healthiest thing in reach, he dropped his Bardiche and began tearing apart everything in sight.
Pluchak attacks a random goblin with his Bardiche. He was saving his rage for the big one the others were talking about. More saliva dripped from his mouth, hitting the floor with a sizzle and a small puff of rancid smoke.
"More goblins? All the better." Pluchak grinned maliciously and readied his weapon.
The half orc smirked a bit when they advanced in ranks. Did it matter if they had fifteen or a hundred? The blood started pounding in his ears, but he held back for now. Let's wait until they have something impressive to show me. Using his long reach, Pluchak attacks over the dogs at the first line of the goblin defense. "You're all going to die in here, you vermin!" He spoke it with a cool confidence as acid dropped from his large teeth.
Pluchak gets to his feet and storms down the hall, his teeth glistening with acid. If these goblins wanted a fight, he'd give them one.
Pluchak is advancing down the hall when the two of them have arrows come in. The large half-orc takes one in the shoulder barely flinching at the pain, but even that distracts him enough to not notice the tripline down at his feet. He sprawls onto the ground. He growls a bit as he gets back to his feet. These kinds of things made it very easy to hate goblins. He could almost taste their fear though, and that made him smile in a incredibly scary way.
Pluchak advances, although not recklessly. He searches them out in the dark and ends up snarling at the scent of his hated foe.
Losing patience, the half orc barrels into the room with acidic spittle dripping from his chin. He was going to say something witty to inspire fear in the little demons, but instead he bellowed out a roar that shook the room as he entered. [ooc]If there's no surprise round, I'd like to move in and attack with the ole bardiche.
"Let's get in there and take care of this. My patience is wearing thin." Pluchak moves forward with his Bardiche with slaughter dancing in his eyes. If only he could kill more of the little bastards until none were left...
"The longer we take to get to their home, the more time they have to prepare." Pluchak murmured. "But we should also be wary of traps and ambushes." While the others moved forward, Pluchak sniffed around the room and gazed into the pool to make sure they wouldn't have some creature jump out and attack their flank.
Pluchak is chomping at the bit. That elf wants to sneak in and catch them by surprise, but it would be easier if Pluchak just ran in and tore them into pieces. He calmed himself thought about how he would tear out their throats and hear their gurgling noises and he would chew a few times just for effect and roar as they fled in terror. It was a good thing he was daydreaming the whole thing, but he had been licking his lips and smacking them together in an odd way, and he was really getting hungry for blood. This both disturbed him a bit and got him excited about the anticipated battle to come.
Pluchak jumped out in front of Narnel, a bit to the side as to not impede his arrows and became very still again. He brandished his bardiche, looking ahead to the place where the arrow went. "We have a spy it seems. Should we give chase? Which way did it go? He growled the last question a bit, perhaps more than he should have as he was getting excited about the prospect of battle.
Pluchak wanted to participate in the banter behind him, but he was a bit more interested in what Narnel was shooting at. He hadn't killed enough goblins to suit him enough in the past day or so. He secretly hoped they would find a nest of the little vermin he could vent his anger upon.
As soon as the rain lets up, Pluchak takes his ponderous bulk and heads toward the door. "Well, as nice as it has been to see you all again, it's getting a bit stuffy in here." He heads out of the tomb and takes a look around the cemetery. Why anyone would be up to much of anything here, he'd never know. Death wasn't something he liked to dwell on, he was much more interested in the living. It was indeed nice for him to see all his old friends, but they had things to do and it was about time for them to do some of them.
After a long nap, Pluchak notices everyone just mulling about and chatting. The rain still was beating down outside just as hard as it was. He sat up and wiped his groggy eyes. "Well, I suppose this rain is here to stay. We should probably see what's going on out there."
Pluchak, still weary from his long trek out to meet his friends nods his head as others are discussing what to do. "There isn't any use in looking for things in this rain. We might see if we can wait until it lets up a bit. This kind of rain can't last forever."
You also might have to distract Pluchak as well. He always speaks of the lady of the tower in reverential terms. Although if you were looking for someone to intimidate, he's really, really good at it. I'd be fine with trying to work it out in character as well. I've thought she was at the center of all this since the beginning, but Pluchak isn't as suspicious of a person as I am!
Despite his crankiness from being awoken from his slumber, Pluchak was still glad to see his friends. It had only been a couple days but it seemed longer than that. Since they had been brought together so much had happened in his life that it could fill books while whatever happened before that felt like it would barely fill a page. He warmly clapped Abbas on the back. "I suppose it is good here since you're here too." The half-orc also patted Taedric on the helmet as it was the easiest place to reach, even when he was on top of Trumps. "It's hard to miss me when I'm so big. You'd have to aim to miss me, and I'm glad you did. Pluchak said this while giving Trumps a pat as well. It was like he was trying to be a bit clever, but was still confused by what it was that he was saying and finished the whole statement off with a smile that looked as warm as it did fearsome. Half-dragon? Now it seems she was flirting with him. But then she lost interest. Had she already hit on all the other guys while she was gone? Women were confusing enough, Eli was moreso. He put that away and turned to Harlynn. He was kind of glad they got past the hellos. That was exhausting. "Yah, I didn't like that one, it was too hard to sleep on. Anyone can have it as far as I'm concerned. I never got the hang of shields." "If we're here to investigate we should take a bit of a look around. I didn't make this mess, although I could have. Something else has been here recently. Something not terribly interested in magical shields."
"Ya, it's really me Taedric. I must have missed your campsite. You can't see anything in this weather. Our expedition to go get reinforcements was met with a goblin ambush. We were too injured to keep going. I came back to town and Levi sent me off this way to catch up with you guys." He motioned to the tomb that he was currently in. The half-orc was still a bit uncomfortable from all the positive attention. It had only been a couple days. "I just found this place with the door broken in and I came in to get dry. All I did was bring some of this old armor to sleep on as it's got more give than the stone does."
Elinor slammed into the tall half-orc with abandon and although he was blinded by Abbas' light, he was able to remain standing due to his comparative bulk. The noise of their clash assaulted the room, echoing off the walls. One arm absently wrapped around her back or was flung there through the impact and Pluchak took a step back and pivoted spinning about three-quarters of a circle. Throughout the maneuver, he found that he had gained a whiff of wet Ulfen hair which smelled far better to him than he expected. It was the most brutal assault to his senses yet. He set her down quickly and brought the arm that inadvertently grabbed her behind his head as he blushed a little. He averted his gaze away from her, the light "I'm under attack by adventurers, that's what!" he gruffly spat."And they brought their worst! Smiles and hugs and bright summer sunshine! What's a monster to do?"
He thought he recognized the voices. The half-orc immediately shielded his eyes. "Ugh, Abbas! I just woke up." The towering person decided to sit down back on his makeshift bed of rusty armor. "At least you made it easy to find you." He stared back into the darkness blinking and squeezing his eyes shut in order to try to adjust his eyes to the light level. "What in tarnation are you doing out here anyhow that I'd have to chase you all this way?"
Don't worry, the enlarge only quadruples my weight or something. But it does wear off in three minutes. Which means... two and a half minutes to go. Can you hold off the zombie horde for that long?
It felt as if he were entering a tunnel. All of the noise was echoing around in his skull and the world was growing dark. Was this the end for him? Did any of it really matter anymore? The heat of his passion for battle was cooling off and his body felt like ice. Then his body lit up with fire once more. A hand had touched him, and strength reentered his body. He opened his eyes and found an enemy. He dug in with whatever he had and tried to pull the sucker down. His friends might still be out there somewhere, and if he could help them escape he would, even to his own end.
It certainly has been a privilege. I really appreciate all the perseverance from everyone. I don't know if I'll survive the encounter, but I sure have enjoyed the experience.
I didn't know it was an optional rule, I was counting on it! Good to hear we are on the same page!
The glint of hope in Pluchak's eyes fades, and the blood the undead draw from him becomes too great. His foot slips in the mud created by his own blood and the ground and he slams against the building, sliding down and becoming his own grisly paintbrush. He can't hear the pounding in his ears anymore and the roar of the dragon descends into white noise. In fact everything turns white for a moment.
As Abbas shouted, the enlarged man tears into the undead separating the two of them first, hoping to be able to step his way.
Pluchak roars as the undead swarm him. He did not expect their claws to be so quick and was completely unable to deal with them coming from every direction. He watched his own blood splatter against the walls and for just a second, it looked like he was completely overcome by the onrush of the evil dead. But then a glint of something sparked in his eye and he ferociously tore into the wall of flesh before him, his Bardiche falling to the ground and shrinking back to it's regular size. It's obvious this dragon blooded man wasn't going down as easy, at least not yet. So much blood soaked down into the dirt street it looked like Aidan's soften earth spell had been cast here as well.
Harlynn, that's 1d3 eagles. Hopefully you don't roll a 1. If you need someone to roll for you, just ask.
Pluchak takes a swing at whatever that was as it passes him by. Suddenly the lot of beasts start down the hall, and it looks like Taedric has taken the red eyed man seriously. Not wanting to hone in on the Gnome's big moment, and also seeing that they are easily out of range, he moves down the street toward the action, stopping just behind Aidan for a mighty chop down upon some undead. They would be on them soon, and he readied his bardiche just before they began their rush.
Pluchak steps toward Abbas and readies an attack against anything that comes near. It felt good to have sliced that undead creature that went for the Inn, and he knew there would be much more of that before they went down fighting. He knew this whole trip was a bad idea, but it was hard to convince himself of this when his blood was rushing so fiercely.
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