Aye, lets move on. The gruff man rumbles, kicking the corpse of the Krenshar in distaste. Glancing over the edge of the chasm, Ramos points to the two tunnels. Anyone got a preference?
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Pushing his way past Senniki, Ramos runs upto to the last remaining Krenshar, throwing a wild punch in the creatures direction.
Houston, have orders to a Search and Rescue unit.
Pushing his way through the stone cavern, Ramos quickly throws himself towards the misshapen brute. From the edge of the tunnel, the priest had seen Pavo take a hit and the gruff man wanted to give his friend the edge he needed to finish his foe off.
Back from Texas, hope my break from posting was not too much of an interruption. My wife and I ended up finding a house we liked, so that's good news.
Trying for updates tonight, on vacation in Houston to buy a house.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Ramos shrugs. I don't know. It's not like I ever thought about it, or have a full list ya know? Scratching his head, Ramos grins. Mostly I just ask for things to bring the pain. I guess I could ask for something to be.. Silent? Flipping a coin in the air, Ramos snatches it and winks. I'll see what Ralishaz can do. No promises though, eh?
So I was thinking.. Ramos begins, uttering a groan from the party. No.. no really.. The rough man chuckles. Seems to me, we cocked that last one up real good. Maybe this time, we send Pavo to scout ahead next. I don't want another fight like the last one we had. Gods know it almost killed us.
Most of us are in no place to scrap right now. Ramos muttered, glancing at the wand. Hell Markus, a strong gust of wind could take you down right now. If you want to check the rest of this place out, fine, but lets make sure we don't die in the process. Turning back to Senniki, Ramos nodded. You got the wand. May as well get some use out of it.
Let me think about it and get back to you ASAP.
Ah hells.. Ramos grumbles before rushing over and laying a hand on Markus as healing energy envelops him.
Seeing that the magic is enough to stabilize him, but not break his unconscious form, Ramos prays again repeats the healing surge.
Ramos has been using the Circlet of Wisdom +2 since we recovered it from the whispering cairn, I think it was agreed upon a while back. We also found 1 pearl of power during our exploration of the cairn and I think Lucid got that one. It makes sense that Senniki take the plate, since it is not useable by anyone else. I was really hoping that the hextor priests would have a magical gauntlet, but I guess that is a wash. I would be willing to pick up the 2nd Pearl of Power if you guys are ok with it.
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Markus! Ramos bellows as the librarian lunges in towards the final priest. He's trying to kill us, and hes a priest of the god of war, discord, massacres and conflict. Quit with the kid gloves. At least knock him unconscious or take away his holy symbol so he can quick wracking us with those blasts of unholy power. Finishing his tirade, Ramos burnishes forth his own holy symbol, this one of Ralishaz and sends forth a wave of positive energy that meets the lingering negative blast is an arc of black and white light that crackles and hisses. Slumping his shoulders, Ramos shakes his head. By the nine-hells lord... I wish had kept something in the tank. Guess thats the last one eh?
I hate playing the "healer" but it seems like that is the best thing right now. That should keep Pavo up this round and then I can use my last channel energy to keep you guys up for one more. Then I am down to cure light wounds.
Your not the only one here with the blessings of the gods! Ramos mutters before taking a five foot step towards Pavo and slapping him on the back. In a rush of glowing white power, some of the mans wounds begin to rapidly heal and fade. Finish him boys. I'll counter his channels.
Pointing to the final remaining priest, Ramos's hand swirls with a dark light that encapsulates his holy symbol. Calling upon the favor of his lord, the priest of ill-luck curses the final remaining priest, praying that the poor luck that has cursed him thus far is transferred to the priest.
Morning Guys, I had some things come up. Long story short.. I am back home and have access to the forums. Not sure how long it will last for, but while I am here no need to get e-mail updates. I'll let you guys know if things change.
Well my friends... I am going away on business. I won't be able to access the pazio forums for a while. Fanguar is going to send me updates via e-mail and we will try to see if I can incorporate my posts via e-mail for the time being being. I won't be able to play off of you much, but hopefully I can still contribute. If things don't workout via e-mail then Fanguar will DMNPC me. I'll check in when I can. -Ramos
What does it look like Markus?! That statue must weigh two thousand pounds. Lets climb! Ramos hollers before swinging the now rope affixed grappling hook towards the ledge with a thunk! Letting loose a curse, Ramos shakes his head. Ok, I get it lord, I'm a bum but if you could see it past your black heart to take this crap luck away from me and put it on the bastards that are trying to stab my friend to death I would really love that. ________________________________
Dam, dam and triple dam. Ramos curses, fiddling with his Traveler's Any-Tool. After a few moments he is able to rearrange the contraption into something resembling a grappling hook. I need rope so we can get up there!
Ok, so thats our plan then. I will use the anytool to make a grapplehook and Lucid can cast a spell this round, then run back and throw me the rope?
Well, darn. I figured a 20' ladder could be made since it contained no "moving parts" and would qualify by the items description. It was used for the very same purpose in another game I was in. Ok then, does anyone have some rope? I don't and the tool does not allow fabrication of a rope, just a metal object...
My any tool and make a 20' ladder, how about that?
Deeply wounded and bleeding though the gash in his chest, Ramos raises a hand. He ain't the only one hurt here! The priest grumbles, before channeling the power of his god and applying it to himself. As the healing power flows though him, Ramos breathes a sigh of relief. I'm not sure how much more I can keep pushing myself. The sour man blurts before following behind the others.
Now that the final guard in the main passage had been dealt with, Ramos ran back down the hall towards Sverrir. The gods aren't deaf, Dwarf.. Just.. unknowable. ____________________________________
Ah gods dammit! Ramos cries, clutching his side as the blood runs free. Stumbling forward the Cleric runs down the hallway now that the final guard has fallen before letting loose a burst of positive energy to heal him and the other members of the group. As the weak energy flows forth, Ramos curses again. Common lord?! Are you trying to get me killed here. ________________________
With the double doors carefully secured with the makeshift iron bar, Ramos nods to himself. One exit closed over and the other covered with some sort of goo. Time to mop up. The gruff man rumbles before stepping up to the closest guard before slamming his mailed fist into the man's gut with a sickening crunch.
Moving towards the wide double doors that the guards streamed out of, Ramos, grabs his Traveler's Any-Tool from his bag. Cover me guys! The man yells thinking quickly. I'll barricade the door this way so they can only come down the passage that the dwarf is covering. Fiddling with the odd contraption, Ramos finally gets it out of his bag and prepairs to turn it into a large steel bar to barricade the door.
Gods Dammit Lord! Ramos mutters. I though the bad luck was reserved for the other guys. Sliding forward, Ramos's hand again glows with magical power and he touched the back of the half-elf who is locked in combat with another cultist.
"Dammit!" Ramos yells, "I need some room to work here!" Hand suddenly glowing with white light the priest scowls. "Dwarf, you're bleeding, don't give me any gruff about God's right now and accept some bloody healing." _____________________ -Posted with Wayfinder
I can drop some healing if you want?
Well since they know we are coming.. Ramos trails off, closing his eyes in prayer. Severrir, hold a moment, knowing you, your going to charge head first into whatever is behind that door, let me give you a bit of protection. Holding his holy symbol aloft, Ramos whispers something. Completing a prayer, he digs out a silver piece and flips it over his shoulder in an offering. Hand twinkling with an inner light, he slaps it down on the dwarfs back. A bit of luck mate. Go get em. Closing his eyes again, Ramos utters a second prayer. This time his Gauntlet starts to drink in light in an awe inspiring dark-radiance. _________________________
Shaking his head ruefully, Ramos sighs. Well if they didn't know we were coming before, they do now.
Following the furious kick by Markus, Ramos hefted his mace. Lets not waste any more time. They probably hear that. Someone take point.
Keeping his mace and mailed fist ready, Ramos hangs back behind Pavo ready to move to assist him should trouble find him during his explorations. Is everyone else ok? Does anyone else need a bit of healing before we press in deeper? I worry that we might have let the initiative slip... hopefully luck will be on our side.
Friends! I have cell reception back. Expect full updates later in the week. So happy I'm almost back onto the boards!
Realizing that he is blocking the others from attacking, Ramos takes one final swing with his spiked gauntlet towards the creature, ready to use his imbued power from his lord to curse the creature again. As soon as the attack is made however, he quickly steps back allowing for someone more martially inclined to move forward and attack. _____________________________
Rushing up behind the swaying form of the drunken dwarf, Ramos raised his mailed fist menacingly. F’ this Ramos grunted at the call behind him from Lucid to fall back. Common piggy! I got a surprise for you. The priest of luck grunted as his fist connected solidly with the pebbled hide of the boar. Spiked knuckles grazing the beasts hide; Ramos called upon his shitty luck and cursed the beast instead. See how you like that. _________________________
Hey guys, I'll post tomorrow morning. Sorry about the missed round. Internet was poor and there was nothing I could do.
Dodging out of the way from the massive two handed sword, Ramos cursed under his breath. His side was slick from blood and his head swam from the pain. Gritting his teeth he darted forward and called upon the power of luck, cursing the man to fail. __________________________
Cursing under his breath, Ramos throws a half hearted punch as he reels in surprise seeing a giant flaming orb suddenly appear in front of him hissing and bubbling with liquid flame. _____________________________
Scowling, Ramos flexes his mailed gauntlet. Say.. he mutters to no one in particular. Isn't Hextor's holy symbol a spiked gauntlet? Then common boys, let's see how you like the feeling of mine. __________________________
Throwing himself aside as another of the undead creatures barrels in, Ramos holds up his mailed fist and lets loose another burst of energy. Common you bastards, die again already! ____________________
Getting slammed back from the fists of the undead horde of skeletons, Ramos grunts in pain. Common guys, give me a hand here! The man mutters while ducking under another bony fist.
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