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If the gearforged could have smiled, he would have. It was done internally, as he stood in the rear, unmoving and silent. It felt good to have done such good. The world was not a fair place, and it was not always possible to act within such clear confines of right and wrong. When such opportunities presented themselves, it was worth savoring it.
”Impressive.” Rilkus intoned, though he kept his focus on ensuring that he stayed out of the water.
Between the well-aimed rope and the anchor being dropped, Rilkus began the process of coming back onboard. Just as certainly as he had fallen did he begin to rise, moving with untiring efficiency. He intoned "Many thanks as he pulled himself up.
With a great *SPLASH* the gearforged was knocked off the boat. While he could not drown, as such, given his great weight it wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation to be in.
”Rava’s golden gears…” Rilkus intoned. His arms fell to his side as he stared in wonder. ”The witch carries the divine spark of a fallen titan.” Speaking more to himself than anyone else he finished by saying ”Even fleeing would be in vain.”
Rilkus used his divine sense, the area where eyes would be emitting a soft glow as he did so. Divine Sense:
The presence of strong evil registers on your Senses like a noxious odor, and powerful good rings like heavenly music in your ears. As an action, you can open your awareness to detect such forces. Until the end of your next turn, you know the location of any Celestial, fiend, or Undead within 60 feet of you that is not behind total cover. You know the type (celestial, fiend, or undead) of any being whose presence you sense, but not its identity (the Vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich, for instance). Within the same radius, you also detect the presence of any place or object that has been consecrated or desecrated, as with the Hallow spell. Talk of drowning a God made him wonder if this tiefling was more than met the eye.
Keeping his silent vigil, Rilkus was fortunate to have stood under enough foliage and provide some natural shelter. What hail came through was not enough to seriously damage his steel frame, for the moment, at least. He glumly thought that in this abysmal place even the weather wanted to kill them.
Unsleeping, Rilkus began his vigil. He stood, facing outwards into the wilderness, watching for any danger while he rested and healed his many wounds.
Rilkus took a moment to compose himself, using what divine power he had stored within him to mend the worst of the tears in his outer plating. His inner workings were still exposed, but not as horribly as before.
"Beordt. You bear your wounds well." He intoned.
"I will need to rest before I can channel anything more. Though if we rest for a short while, I should be able to heal the damage done to my form." He finished.
*Ashamed face at having forgotten it* I feel the pain of buffing others. In other games I write down my buffs in my tag line and will start doing it here as well
The gearforged stomped forward, his focus completely on the serpent. Death. Rot. River mud. And then a silver hammer which shined with an inner light. The gearforged slammed the hammer down squarely upon the serpentine head with crushing force.
With the most pressing danger taken care of, Rilkus focused on healing the gaping wounds in his chest. It would take a long period of meditation to fully undo all of the damage, but at the very least he did not want all of his internal workings exposed.
Two crits! I’d be angry, but the excellent turn posts make up for it.
Rilkus could tell that he was in bad shape. If he were still flesh and blood then his guts would be hanging out. Now that he was steel and magic it was the equivalent of his guts that were exposed, and if he did not fix it then it would be fatal. With hammer and shield he attempted to pummel the offending zombie, lest it cause even more damage.
The gearforge didn't feel pain in the traditional sense, but he knew that some serious damage had been done to him and that he needed the zombie away from his internal workings. Using his shield he shoved the zombie backwards and then followed through with a brutal blow of his hammer, hitting it in the jaw. It was a fight between two opponents who were not going to back down due to anything as mundane as "excruciating pain." So what it came down to was which one was more durable.
Rilkus came thundering in, crashing into the nearest zombie. With sheer size and weight he knocked it to the ground, and then raising a steel foot, brought it down upon it’s head. There was a *crunch* as steel and bone fought to see which was stronger.
”I might not be the most stealthy amongst us, but against such abominations there is no need to hide.” Rilkus intoned as he strode forward. As he moved his hammer began to glow with a soft light.
"I prefer the land. Not only because I sink, but because predators on the water can drag us down. Predators on land, we can fight on our own two feet. In this miniature abyss, I have yet to find any place that is devoid of creatures that want to eat us." Rilkus intoned. "Though I will, of course, defer to the group's consensus."
Rilkus crossed over next. It would have been disastrous, but-for Gauis' preparation. Once over he went to slap the man on the shoulder, but awkwardly stopped when he remembered that his hand was steel and the weight behind it. He completed the action, gently touching Gauis and quietly intoning a thanks.
Rilkus watched as Gaius went to work, marveling at the man’s ingenuity. ”Many times I wonder if Rava has blessed you.” The Paladin intoned.
Seeing Beordt go in, Rilkus followed. He was just glad at the possibility of getting something into arm’s reach. Not that he could see clearly enough to tell for certain, of course.
Can't wait until lvl 6 when Rilkus gets aura of protection. Having -1 Ref is really dicey!
Rilkus used his shield to it's full effect, using it to block the worst of the acidic attack. Even as he did so his silver hammer flashed out, threatening anything foolish enough to be within arm's reach.
Rilkus, followed suit, charging after the deadly grizzlehide barbarian. While his hammer was not nearly as deadly as Beordt's sword, the damage was sure to pile up.
Rilkus held the rear, hammer in hand. It was a fighting retreat, and if the creatures wanted to get to the refugees, they would have to go through him.
Silently Rilkus plodded forward, as steady and unstoppable as an avalanche. Which, if he tripped, he would likely become.
Rilkus froze, concentrating on the internal damage within him. Soft, golden light momentarily shine through every crack and joint in his body as the divine power went to work repairing him. It took almost twenty seconds, but when it was done he was as good as new.
Rilkus was rocked by the waves of sonic force. While the outside of his frame held up, the insides were not so fortunate. While he had no ears in a biological sense, the internal workings failed as they cracked and splintered. Unable to hear, Rilkus further channeled divine power into his hammer, seeking to end the threat as quickly as possible. Far too loudly, he intoned "Rava! Smite the impure!"
"Get behind me!" Rilkus intoned to the refugees as he strode forward, standing between them and the foes. If they wanted to engage, then they would have to go through him first. He raised his hammer and pointed it at the enemies, causing the hammer to glow with holy light.
Rilkus stood next to Dacknar and kept his 'eyes', such as they were, peeled for sight of the creature.
With no way to add to the onslaught, Rilkus made a rude gesture at the creature.
Rilkus looked at the rope dubiously. "Will this rope hold my weight?" The gearforged intoned. "I should go last, for should I fall I do not wish to impede everyone else's ability to cross."
Rilkus emerged from his vigil and spoke "Toki is correct. The safety of the refugees is of paramount importance. From there, we shall root out this evil."
"Integrated Protection. 16 + your proficiency bonus; disadvantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks" Proficiency bonus of 3 + shield = tanky
During Rilkus' vigil, he had something that was close to a dream. He thought he could hear the holy words of Rava, the Gear Goddess of Fate and Industry, in his head. The words echoed within him, and he remembered that they were the words spoken when he was forged. When his soul was transferred from his broken and dying body into this new one. As the words filled him, his metal form slowly but surely fixed itself. The many dents, breaks and holds closed, leaving him as he was when he was first made. No, better. By the time his vigil was over he felt more nimble than at any time that he could remember, and more in control of his body. He took it as a sign that his Goddess was pleased with his actions thus far. He silently resolved to continue serving her, until the time came when she determined that he had earned his rest.
Lvl 5! Proficiency Bonus +1 (meaning +1 AC too! Up to AC21)
Huge level for Rilkus. 2 attacks, AC21 and lvl 2 spells. Hard to say no to that.
Rilkus, ever the silent sentinel, took up position to watch the tunnel that they had come through. He needed rest, yes, but he remained aware while doing so. Many a time he wondered if there would come a time when he would not stir again, for when at such a vigil time seemed to lose all meaning. But that was a problem for another day, they had plenty of their own right now.
Rilkus wanted to explain to Beordt that he was joking, but realized that without the ability to have a change of tone or facial expressions it would just fall flat again. So instead he nodded to Gauis and took up position.
”Can I stand still and be a wall of steel?” Rilkus intoned. The gearforged stared at the artificer, even though he had no facial features or real eyes to speak of.
Rilkus stood between the party and the worms, confident that there was little, if anything, about him that they would find appetizing.
”I can carry as many as can fit in my arms or who can hold onto me.” Rilkus said. ”We must move them as soon as we can, for I too worry about the trollkin returning in numbers.”
Rilkus’ gears groaned as he was battered. The Paladin turned his faceless visage to the trollkin and kicked it in the shins. His steel form was a weapon in itself, a fact that he used to its full advantage.
Rilkus fell down to one knee as a heavy blow knocked him off balance. Still, his armored form held up, with the damage being superficial. He rose back to his feet, not quite ready to attack. All that he could manage was a wild swing to keep the foe at bay while he regained his footing.
Santa has forsaken you!
With the trollkin’s blade destroyed, it probably expected Rilkus to step back and take advantage of his reach advantage. Instead the gearforged stepped forward and delivered a headbutt. It was a move made all the more effective due to the fact that Rilkus was made out of solid steel, while the Trollkin’s skull certainly was not.
Happy Holidays to one and all!
Without slowing down, Rilkus charged into the melee. His silver warhammer lashed out at the injured enemy, as he sought to bring it around into the side of the ribcage.
Lacking anything resembling ranged capabilities or mobility, Rilkus stomped forward as fast as was reasonable.
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