Seeing that his wounds have knitted shut, and that the others' seem to as well, Radyx says "Alright, ladies. Let's get to moving before these cunts can regroup and come up with some other bullshit to slow us down."
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Radyx turns to the orc and replies, "Yeah. And the b%~*$ ran off that way," pointing a thumb towards the eastern hallway.
Radyx watches as Ferit bolts off and calls out, "Hold up Snots! This b*&&* tried to run this way when she wanted to regroup with the others. So her boss lady must be this direction!" He then picks up his spear and makes his way over to the woman that had nearly evaded them, and spits on her unconscious face when he arrives. "Didn't get too far this time, did ya you rat tailed cunny?"
Radyx turns after the fleeing leader and limps after her. "Oh no you don't b##$+, not if I have anything to say about it." He grabs his spear and prepares to give it a mighty heave, but his foot comes down directly on the spot where the caltrop cut him, and he winces and drops it instead. "SON OF A B#@@@! YOU'RE GONNA DIE B@#$*! YOU HEAR ME!?!?"
"So you're the boss of this batch of cunnies, eh? Well then, nice to meet ya!" Radyx slices his shield upwards in a motion similar to an uppercut at the rat woman, hoping to knock her out.
Radyx grits his teeth to the pain of the girl's attacks. He points his shield at one and says, "You take that one, Snots." He then sets his eyes on the one retreating down the hall, and says, "You're mine, you fuzzy ass b$*~+!" He then spins around, flaring his shield up to throw her off balance, and follows up by burying his axe deep in her chest.
"Damnit," Radyx says as the goop binds him to the top of the crate. He uses his weapons to cut each of his feet free, then moves closer to his quarry. "Nice try, cunts. But it's gonna take more than that to stop the Champ."
Radyx spins around on the crate, using his momentum to build up force with his shield, and then brings his axe down hard into the woman.
Starting a run of 6 nights of 12 hour night shifts. Shouldn't hinder my posting much but if I'm slowing things up feel free to DMPC me.
Radyx smirks as he sees the poorly laid, obvious trap. "Ladies, ladies. This ain't no way to greet the Champ! Come on out and give me some sugar!" Keeping his shield held high, he steps towards the lower side of the room, planning to keep his back to the wall as he works on the right flank.
Radyx moves alongside Ferit, keeping an eye out for traps himself as he maintains his defensive posture.
Seeing the huge wave of rats, Radyx mutters, "Aw, shit!" He then braces himself for the wave, and tries to hack down and smash as many as he can before they overwhelm him.
Seeing the bolt fly by, Radyx decides to raise his shield in a defensive posture as they advance, in case anymore random sharp bits come flying out.
"HA!" Radyx laughs at the orc botching the sneaking plan. Once he catches up to his position, he says, "How about we do this my way now, eh?"
Radyx turns the corner, panting as he finally catches the others. "DAMNIT!" he yells. "Why you takin' all the fun outta this, Snots!?"
Radyx continues his sprint towards the action.
I thought I had! My bad!
As Radyx turns the corner and sees the end of the stairwell, he says, "About damned time!" He continues running after the others, hoping to not miss out on any of the action.
"Keep on talkin', Elfie. Trust me, it has no chance of biting you in the ass later," the gladiator says as he continue his race up the stairs.
"Unless you wanna demonstration up close 'n personal, Elfie, ye best be shuttin' yer gab!" Radyx says as he continues up the stairs. The sound of combat ahead that he is missing frustrates him and he tries to pick up the pace.
Radyx continues running up the stairs, grumbling as he does so.
Theme song for this combat.
Radyx will continue his pursuit up the stairs, though he will keep a wary eye out for anything off.
Stretch of work coming up. 5 consecutive nights of 12 hour shifts. I'll still post when available, but if I'm holding anything up please feel free to DMPC me.
Radyx continues to move forward, and says over his shoulder, "Keep up with the light Elfie, your almost as bad at torch bearing as your sack of shit flunky!"
What's a healing item? Potion? Pffft, someone else will write that down. But heaven help you if you take half your HP's in an encounter and then RP out that you are hurt. HEAVEN FORBID! Let the heckling begin! "Dude, you always whine when your character gets hurt. Always want someone to heal you." "Uh, let's see you take three sword slices and some fire damage and see if you don't ask the guy who can ASK THE GODS FOR THE ABILITY TO HEAL WOUNDS IN A MATTER OF SECONDS to do something about it!" lol
I second Ferit's assignment.
Seeing that Elfie was losing his cool, Radyx merely grinned and bumps him with his shield on the chest, "That's the spirit, Elfie! Let's party!" and he takes off across the room as well. "Keep the light close! This is gonna be fun!"
Radyx stops at the sight of Ferit, and does his best to hold back a belly laugh at his impersonation. He halts and waits for the Orc to do whatever it was he wanted to do up there, but is antsy with the surging adrenaline in his body.
After giving Snots and Elfie plenty of time (at least in his mind), Radyx makes his way up the stairs, making sure Renfeld follows along.
Not hearing Elfie or Snotsickle burst out in screams of agony, Radyx strides up the stairs confidently, his muscles quivering from the adrenaline coursing through them. "All clear? Then let's keep movin'!" He turns and notes that Renfeld is not behind him. "Renfeld! Get yer ass up here now! You either stay at my hip, or at Elfie's!" The moment Renfeld catches up, he turns and thrusts the torch back into his hand. "You get to hold this, so long as you stay f!%*in' close. I want you to be so close that I'll be able to smell if you shit your pants, got it? If you so much as get more than ten feet away from me, I'll give Elfie a reason to need to find a replacement, you got that!?" He then draws his axe with his left hand, sliding his shield onto his right arm, and proceeds about his business.
"Nothin' over here," Radyx says as he heads back towards the stairs, pausing just long enough to scan over the western alcove first.
Radyx unrolls the makeshift map they have and gives it a look over. "Looks like a dead end this way, but best clear it to be sure we ain't got anything at our backs." He then pulls out the syringe of Zerk and looks back at Ferit. "Party time!" he says with a smirk and jams the needle into his thigh and depresses the plunger. The sensation that he experiences is indeed a novel one. The feeling of his veins burning and and the adrenaline pumping is quite exhilarating. As he steps forward, he realizes that Renfeld does not keep pace. He turns back with a glare, his pupils fully dilated from the Zerk. "Give me that ya damn coward! If you can't keep up, you don't get to hold the light!" he says as he snatches the torch out of Renfeld's hand and moves on. "Stay close ya worthless skinbag. If I run into trouble, I'm tossing this thing back at ya!"
"You better believe that Elfie is gonna chip in," Radyx says as he cracks his knuckles threateningly.
Radyx has no problem taking point.
If we get a second wand, I think it should be a CLW one. That way we have potential for some heavier bursts of healing when in combat, but can pop a charge of IH if we have time to let it run it's course.
Radyx looks at the map and says, "Then we ain't gonna be able to use much strategy anyway. Bruisers up front, and we clear out anything in our way."
Radyx looks at Natalya and says bluntly, "Hey Miss Priss. In your scouting of the place did you happen to come up with a map or remember the general layout? That'd help a bunch."
Not gonna have time to take much part in planning next few days, so consider me ready to go.
"Don't hold it against him," Radyx says with a smile. "Perhaps he was just trying to live up to his name." Radyx then looks to the new member of their little menagerie that had yet to speak up. "Well, we've heard from Giggles and the card player, what about you darlin'?"
Radyx is kicked back in a chair when the new members arrive, his feet propped up on the table, and he is picking at a fingernail with the point of a table knife. "Yeah, go after dark, kick in their teeth, get the shiny. Brilliant!" He drops the knife down on the table and says to the newcomers, "Like Tar-tar said, the name's Radyx. Radyx Felston. If you keep up with the 'Run,' you may have heard of me. One of the few souls good enough and smart enough to escape that snake's coil." "Before we get to proper planning and such," Radyx turns and feigns an apologetic look Valko's way, "not that your 'plan' ain't a good start, Elfie, but I figure we ought to know what each of these new comers bring to the table, and what went wrong with their last team that got one of 'em sent to the Boneyard."
I agree. Hoosible: that is your mission! Haha!
I dunno which would be more thematic for Radyx as an undead: Skeletal Champion
So many intelligent undead options! Lol.
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