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So in terms on everyone's skills and abilities, would it be reasonable to assume that we each have a basic understanding of what the other members in the group are capable of?
Nero draws his heavy sword, and strikes at the goblin in front of him.
Nero growls at the goblin, annoyed that he allowed himself to be caught off guard by such a foolish trick. He lunges out, grabbing at the goblin in an attempt to bear hug the smaller foe.
I definitely wouldn't truste to cut your hair, Nero is a little heavy handed haha :-P
"I have a few days worth of rations, but I'm confident if we're stuck out for longer than a day we'll be able to hunt for our food." Nero replies to Blikx. Nero studies the map as the group makes their way toward the town gate. "I'm not local, but there are a few features on this map which should help us find our mark. I've spent much of my time out in the wild, I'll lead if there are no objections." he states with confidence.
Nero sits at the table as the others converse, gulping down mouthfuls of whatever he can get his hands on. He listens closely, although it is obvious to the others that he is taking his time comprehending the situation. A few times during the pauses he moves to speak, however his embarassment gets the best of him as he returns to his meal.
As the others begin to leave, he silently stands and wipes his face clean.
At the mention of Blikx's uncle, Nero pauses mid-chew. With wide eyes, he mutters something in broken elven. Elven:
"Oh no,Gallian! How could I forget! "I need to check on someone myself, I'll be back shortly. If everyone else is staying then so will I. Oh, and here. This was a gift from the man we saved, said there's more where that came from too..." He says, dumping the bag of coins on the table as he reaches over to grab a few legs of mutton for the road.
"Mmmmnfh... let's try finding the elf-maiden tomorrow, she sounds calmer. I'm in no mood for an old hunter's war stories, especially after what we've been through today." Nero chimes in with a mouthful of food.
Nero stands tall and stifles his grumbling stomach as the sheriff arrives. He listens cautiously, noticing the obvious change in Blikx's demeanor at his approach. He moves over to stand next to Blikx, eyeing off the sheriff and baring his teeth slightly with a deep growl. "Don't fear him. You fought with courage today girl, stand proud." he mutters to the sorceress. As the conversation winds up, Nero slips his armour and shirt back on. The mention of food and lodgings lifts his spirits, and he prepares to follow the others as they leave.
As the wound in his side closes due to Zella's healing magic, Nero begins to wipe away the dried blood. "My thanks, lady. Feels much better." he says to Zella with a lopsided smile. Nero listens to the others speak as he cleans himself up, amazed at their ability to speculate on what they'd just been through. His mind races with a hundred different thoughts, none of which he really feels he can articulate.
"Call me Hungry... I mean Nero. My name is Nero. I'm glad to meet you all." He says, standing tall and puffing his chest out proudly as his stomach let's out a long, low grumble.
"I think we should wait for the law man; It'll look suspicious if we take off. We've done no wrong here." Nero grunts as he removes his shirt and armour. Taking one of the dogslicers, he cuts a thin strip of cloth from the bottom of his cloak and begins using the makeshift bandage to stem his bleeding wound.
Nero lowers his shoulder and barges forward, hoping to knock the skeleton out of the way and make room for the others to move up.
"Hmm, that looks like a tight squeeze, could be dangerous to try and fight in such close quarters..." Nero thinks to himself. "There may be another exit, a tunnel or something similar. An ambush might be pointless, but we need to be careful if we're going to take them on down there... Let me go first, stay behind me and move quietly." the ranger replies to Ven and Osru as he crouches down and begins to enter the crypt.
Nero turns to Ven as the others take off "It's full of coins, we'll count them up later. You fight well for a girl, we should catch up to the others and lend a hand..." he says, blushing awkwardly as he ties the bag of coins to his belt.
Nero storms toward the last remaining foe, dragging his sword behind him. As he approaches, he raises the blade high overhead and slams it down toward the goblin with a savage snarl.
Good round team! That was some pro adventuring right there!
Nero's Turn: Raniero slashes at the goblin in front of him. As he brings his blade to bear, his eyes dart over to the strange goblin mount.
Clerics take a little while to come into their own though, and to be fair we've all had some pretty rough luck with some of these rolls...
Nero stalks toward the first goblin with burning hatred in his eyes. The sound of the dog's dying squeal still ringing in his ears, he raises his blade and adopts a fighting stance.
Hey guys, just wanted to check in and let you know that I am absolutely loving this pbp gig. I'm having a ball, thanks for taking a chance on the new guy
Raniero cocks his head to the side slightly and listens intently as the others speak. "The last ones around here, by the sounds of it..." he replies to Osru as he begins to inspect the other goblin corpses for anything of use.
He freezes suddenly and a low growl rumbles from his throat as the sound of barking can be heard in the distance. Sniffing the air, he stands. "Smells like trouble." he says coldly.
Nero stands at the body of the fallen goblin, panting heavily as sweat trickles down his face. He bends down, tearing off a clean piece of cloth from the goblin's torso and begins to wipe down his blade. "Is everyone alright? he asks, his eyes darting to the bleeding wounds that both Osru and Ven are harbouring.
Raniero reverses the momentum of his blade, swinging furiously towards the goblin's midsection with a bestial roar.
As the goblin raises it's whip, Nero strikes out with his sword in response.
He grunts as the swing arcs too wide, missing his target.
Nero moves around to face the goblin, standing in between him and the two girls. "Stay behind me..." He growls menacingly.
Raniero starts to move with more haste as he closes in on the battle. Hefting his sword in two hands, he steps in with an overhead chop toward the goblin who is waving a torch at Osru.
Nero turns, smirking at Ven's comment as she takes off toward the others. He runs towards Osru and Zella, hoping to lend a hand.
Hey guys, sorry for the lack of posting. I scored a duty weekend and I've been away from my phone and PC. I'll be back online in about 12 hours, I'll check in on the gamelay thread then
Nero rushes the pair of goblins to the west alongside Ven.
"I am called Nero, but this girl is right. Now is not the time, we need to stop these pests..." Raniero growls as Osru and Zella approach. He sniffs the air instinctively, scanning the area for the closest or most dire threat.
Yeah I know, finally a decent hit! I would argue that a sustained ray of frost would be able to extinguish a decent fire, it can't be that far off the effects of a modern day fire extinguisher. Seems logical to me
Raniero lowers his heavy blade, panting softly as he tries to regain his breath. "Are you all alright?" he asks the half elven woman whom he fought alongside.
Furious and just a little embarassed, Nero moves in to strike the last remaining goblin. "STOP LAUGHING!" he roars.
Wiping the tomato juice from his eyes, Nero snarls at the nearest goblin. He brings his blade to bear with a savage roar in an attempt to cleave it in half.
Haha, the old tomato to the face! Touche goblins, touche
Hey guys, just letting you know I'm driving cross country to my new posting so I'll be checking in on my phone for the next few days. Apologies in advance if my posts seem short and lacking in detail, I'll have my PC set up again by the end of the week
Noticing the three goblins perched on the nearby wagon, Nero pushes through the remnants of the crowd with his sword in hand. Closing the distance, he brings the blade up to strike.
GM Drake: As the ceremony is interrupted by piercing screams, Nero snaps to attention. His eyes dart from left to right, trying to find the phantom threat which was causing the crowd to break into pandemonium. Drawing his blade, he looks around to see if there are any who need help.
GM Drake: "You're strong, but too content. Work harder." Nero grunts as he accepts the mead from Greg. Downing it in one gulp, he places the mug on the table. "Ah... I meant to say...thank you for the drink, friend." He says awkwardly, wiping the foam from his lips as he realizes his comment may have sounded a little rude. "Another mug for me and my friend here!." he calls out, throwing an arm around Greg's shoulders with a smile.
Don't stress Drake, we'll buy some inflatable air bladders and wear them on our arms like little kids until we reach 2nd level ;)
Reading your post about none of us being trained in swim brought to mind the fact that a significant body of water could wipe the whole party. What a story that would be haha!
GM Drake: Satisfied after his second plate of food, Nero wipes his face with the back of his hand. "My thanks, lady." he calls out with a wave as he leaves the inn.
Having overheard about the arm wrestling competitions at The Hagfish, Nero makes his way there.
Nero is carrying only his sword and a pouch of coins. The rest of his kit is secured in his foster father's wagon.
Caught up in the crowd, Nero soon finds himself at the front of the Rusty Dragon Inn. "Smells good." he mutters to himself as he heads inside.
Where is the closest place to the town square that Nero could go to eat? I'm not too fussed where he ends up, if you'd like the party to all end up at the same place I'm happy to send him anywhere
Nero wanders around in search of somewhere to eat, when all of a sudden he notices a large crowd beginning to form. Unable to push through the sheer mass of people, he is forced to follow them to the town square. He watches the release of the swallowtail butterflies with interest.
The mention of free food suddenly piques his curiosity however, and he watches the crowd disperse as he makes his decision.
GM Drake: Dejected, Nero nods to Jody as he turns to leave. Figuring his poor performance was due to his empty stomach, he ventured off in search of lunch.
"Strange looking man." he thought to himself as he passed a tiefling heading toward the devil hunt. His mind quickly returned to the delicious smells in the air, and he set off to find something to eat. Nero will follow his nose to the nearest, most delicious smelling tavern for lunch.
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