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So I wanted to apologize for my lack of activity. I've been working lots of 12 hour days and I haven't had a day off in two weeks. I think I'll be able to get things settled down soon, but for now, please bot me as needed. I will try to post as I can.
Rogar sits quietly, a sad expression on his face and speaking quietly to himself. "Tha people 'ave more problems with goblins than with food I think." The old dwarf shakes his head and stands up, his gentle smile returning. "Ah well. What's done is done. Let's get ye where ye ken do some good."
Rogar has an introspective look on his face, but says nothing.
I'll post tonight but definitely letting it go.
The old dwarf hesitates at the bear's apparent fright. "Do we 'ave ta kill it?"
The old dwarf raises an eyebrow and mouths to himself silently. Where are tha goblins? Gathering his arcane energy once more, he forms an aether replica of Aevi this time and sends it flying at the bear.
The old dwarf's eyes go wide at the sight of the bear as it grabs Kesni. Rogar is a blacksmith, not a warrior. Out of spells, he uh... punches the bear with magic?
This bear eats goblins. I feel like we should try to leave it alive. Bears are scary man. I'd rather fight 12 goblins than a bear. I'm not sure what Rogar will do here. Getting into melee range of a bear with 11ac is probably a bad idea.
I might be wrong but it looks like the bear took a move action through difficult terrain and then a full round action to attack. Also, why are we attacking this bear again?
I'm with Gudada. No replacement now, but definitely add someone if we drop another.
The old dwarf seems very out of place as part of an ambush.
Rogar sets his heavy, particularly loud pack down and quietly draws Aevi. He gives the others a small, optimistic smile. "We ken do this. I ken feel it."
Rogar raises an eyebrow. "Ye want me ta even tha odds?" The old dwarf gestures significantly toward Kesni with a definite embiggening gesture.
I've been delinquent in posting lately. I'm sorry for that. I'll make time to post after your update.
Been a rough couple days. Assume Rogar sticks with Rast. I'll try to post tomorrow.
The old dwarf follows with a calm, casual demeanor, enjoying the weather and the wilderness while those better equipped handle the tracking.
Rogar nods with a quiet smile, appreciating the spirit of teamwork present in his new group of friends. "Aye, I'll go along with yer plan."
"Tha longer we wait, tha more trouble thar'll be. We have ta deal with 'em now." The old dwarf takes a deep breath before drawing Aevi smoothly from her holster... again. He seemed to be drawing her more and more of late.
The old dwarf smiles gently at the camaraderie between his new friends and nods to himself. These are the kinds of folk that Halda would want him to be with. With a deep breath, Rogar follows the others up to the Sheriff.
After a moment of silence outside the tomb, Kesni moves to Rogar and says shakily. ”Have you...ever seen anything like that before?” "Nae lass. But I've heard stories. We were lucky ta have Rast and Wyndel with us." The old dwarf takes a moment to wipe the wetness in his eyes on his shirt and regards Kesni with a soft smile. "We did good."
When the old dwarf exits the tomb, he takes a purposefully deep breath and sighs, releasing some, but not all of the tension in his shoulders. As he follows along wordlessly, his eyes are somewhat watery, his stoicism mostly gone. Oh Halda... Ye should be with me.
I don't think Bleeding Attack is very good. Trap Spotter is better for sure if you don't want to take Combat Trick or Weapon Training. Edit: Roll HP
The old dwarf nods stoically and pats both Wyndel and Rast on the back firmly. "Ya did good." Maybe gods were involved. Rogar doesn't really know. All he sees are a pair of guys who shined a bunch of skeletons to death. Now that's a good trick. After another moment spent surveying the corpses, bulls-eye lantern moving to and fro, the dwarf adds aloud, "eh... should we put 'em back?"
Rogar, old and implacable doesn't show any surprise at Wyndel's impressive feat. With a grim nod at Wyndel, the dwarf moves down the stairs behind Rast and casts a spell.
I'll post in about 3 hours. Sorry about the delay.
Rogar scowls as the group starts to get surrounded. They can't let the skeletons close their escape. He has to do something. The old dwarf steps carefully ahead of the group and swings Aevi down one handed.
Getting 5 or less on the acrobatics check for grease actually doesn't offer the reflex save. You just fall automatically.
The old dwarf tenses at the sudden movement but his dwarven instincts kick in as the others form and begin you execute a battle plan. Quickly going thorough the options in his head, he settles on an elfspell. Drawing on the power of the magnificent [i]Aevi,[/] he conjures a pool of grease in front of Rast to cover his retreat before moving up with the others.
The old dwarf creeps down the stairs to the side opposite to where the tracks go, using the wider angle to shine his bulls-eye lantern into the area as the group advances.
With a quiet whisper, Rogar comments, the sad expression on his face still present. Oh aye, Halda had a companion that cou' feel evil too. Thar's somethin' down thar. Ye ken be sure of it! The dwarf creeps forward with the others.
The old dwarf stays quiet and stands in the middle hall, shining his lantern ahead of his allies to aid their explorations in the various alcoves. He wears a very somber and sad expression. It wasn't all that long ago that the dwarf had been in a similar tomb for his late wife.
Rogar is graceful but quiet with the townsfolk, nodding at their interest and compliments of his hammer, Aevi, but not elaborating on its origins or meaning to him. Keen observers notice that he looks upon it with an almost regretful sadness every time the townsfolk comment on it. The dwarf walks through the grand temple with quiet respect, acknowledging to himself that human craftsman aren't as good as dwarves, but conceding that the temple came out quite well-made despite the fact. When the priest mentions the deepness of the tomb, Rogar pragmatically retrieves the bullseye lantern off of his pack and lights it with some flint and steel that he digs out of his massively stuffed backpack. With a gentle smile, the dwarf nods his readiness at the others and shines the light out from behind Rast and Wyndel.
"Hey, you! Stop singing and make me a sandwich!"
Rogar and I are on the same page with this one. More serious adventure, less frivolity! But if you guys found a way to justify it, the dwarf would watch. :) Maybe you could have him play a statue or something.
"Can everyone be ready to head out within the hour?” She seems very eager to be moving. The dwarf keeps his nose out of the 'discussion' between his two companions, instead more focused on the tasks before them. "Aye, lass. I ken be ready now." Rogar demonstrates by hopping down off his chair and lifting his overloaded pack onto his back with a riot of jostling and clinking from the various objects inside. The dwarf heads over to the door and turns back to the others. "Ye ready?"
I have a feeling we're going to skip the play. Gudada's the closest thing to a showman that we have and he doesn't seem all that interested.
Looking over at Rast, Rogar gives him a small smile. "It's nae about need, lad. If thar's adventure ta be had, we shou' see if they want ta go." When Kesni approaches, Rogar's smile goes slightly wider. "Oh, aye. Well, somethin' broke into a tomb durin' tha raid and thar might be more adventure ta be had."
GM, do you want us to avoid splitting the party?
"A'course we will." Rogar nods his head firmly as if the request were directed at him as well. "We'll need ta get Kesni ta go with us at least in case thar's more goblins. Probably tha others, too."
Rogar isn't a religious dwarf, but in his experience, priests have nobler hearts and more need of adventurer's aid than mayors and sheriffs. Though, the dwarf is no expert. Without much hesitation, Rogar joins Rast at the table with Father Zantus. "A'm sorry 'bout yer ceremony getting int'rupted. Ye get the church consecrated after?" The dwarf shares a soft, sad smile with Rast and Zantus.
The weather has been making my life complicated lately, so I don't mind the delay.
Assuming we can get the 47g split mentioned before, Rogar will be typical for a dwarf and greedily copy five spells costing 50g. Shield, Grease, Mage Armour, Comprehend Languages, Endure Elements
"Rogar once we'e sold some of the equipment would you be interested in trading a few spells, I imagine we've each got a few the other doesn't know." "Oh, aye! Dwarves learn all o' the same spells, it seems like." Rogar will freely swap spells with Azorius anytime. Rogar absolutely spends a lot of time at the Rusty Dragon, especially eating a lot of food. He's somewhat encouraged by his recent success as an adventurer and while he's still a bit quieter than your typical dwarf and doesn't drink much, he is open to being friendly. Particularly with the rest of the party and with the proprietor of the inn. He still spends an hour each night mourning his late wife and anyone who shares a room with him would have the opportunity to notice, but he doesn't bother the rest with it otherwise.
Yep, I'm all for that.
I did it I guess. lol This die roller is frustrating sometimes.
Kesni laughs deeply at Rogar and slaps him on the shoulder. ”Don’t forget to count the ones I was able to slaughter from a story up thanks to you!” The laugh is cut off with a wince as she grabs at one of her many wounds. She has as much of her own blood on her as she does blood from the goblins. Rogar's sad expression turns to a gentle smile at Kesni's words. "Aye, lass. It seems we make a good team." Momentarily distracted from his sorrow, the dwarf raises an eyebrow at the man, Aldern Foxglove and leans up toward Kesni to whisper. "I think he likes ye..." When the mysterious woman offers a free stay and food at her inn, it's like a match made in Heaven. Aimlessly wandering dwarf? Free bed? Rogar is almost lulled into a sense of relief by the time the juggler mentions the wounded. Ach! Adventurers ne'er rest! "Gudada, A'm comin."
The old dwarf speaks up. "Aye, I killed four o' em." His eyes take on a far away look and his voice goes somewhat quieter. "Halda always said ye're s'posed to count." His words are somehow not boastful. Instead, they're almost dutiful. She woulda got twice as many. For the moment, Rogar looks intensely sad.
Breathing heavily after putting his all into the last swing, Rogar takes a moment to wipe gore of Aevi and onto the clothing of one of the more intact goblin corpses before moving back toward the barrels. The old dwarf looks uncertainly at the grandiloquent gentleman after scanning the streets for any more threats. Seeing none, he mutters an arcane phrase and suddenly Kesni shrinks back to normal. Unsure how to proceed, Rogar pauses. Humans always need so many words. "Yer welcome. I'm Rogar. It's almost as if he's afraid to use too many words in case Aldern used most of them up already. "It was mostly me friends." The dwarf gestures to the others, nearby. Friendship isn't usually that easy, but they have to start somewhere. And bravery in the face of a dire threat seems a better place than most. He finds himself actually hoping they are his friends. Hmm...
I don't think Kesni would know the verbal component to dismiss the spell :P
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