Roman looks thoughtfully for a moment "even if it does take this island to bits, wouldn't it be worth it rather than have a shipful of those foul berotted souls, plundering as they seek fit, the sinful spawn of a evil goddess... Whether its one soul or one hundred souls, the foul sorcerer and the sea witch it seems like a good thing in my book. I'm going to do, I suggest you all get a bit further down the path however, no need to be reckless..." says the somewhat firehappy water elf. besides if their was a huge pocket of gas somewhere, chances are something else, some random spark, would have caused the explosion by now.If you are so worried about it I suggest you disregard his sister and start running like the little sissy girls, that he wants you to save...
Roman has a small pile of torches in front of him now...saying softly
Roman shouts you fool as fudrick enters the chamber, holding back on the torch, roman hastily snubs it out.
Roman looks bewildered about, He can't fight in there, all it takes is a spark, its a wonder it did not blow up the night before when i was fighting the beast, and that dolt was throwing stone lids, One little spark and kaboom
Roman sits down at the edge of the clearing, obviously distressed. Roman gathers new materials to make a torch and waits.
Roman replies coldly. Maybe, Maybe not, but if the sorcerer is powered by something down below, wouldn't you rather have knowledge of it before hand? A sorcerer covered in tentacles seems simular to what zatari has become...
Yawning from his graveyard shift, Roman stands up his slender gear already stowed and ready to go. either way, I will accompany, and as you said, I have no family aboard the ship, so I will go whatever way the tides drag me
But None the less you did, I suggest in the future you don't throw large objects badly in combat
Roman, being such a center of nighttime activity and conversation, amicably ends his shift, and goes to sleep, offering a small prayer to the deep, before soundly going to the last half of his sleep.
Roman eventually turns up topside, and helps out offering to take watch in the middle of the night. Roman before helping move the body, asks for knife and begins dismembering it.
Roman's Night Shift Spot 10 Listen 25 (Natural 20!)
Roman seems preoccupied by the dungeon looming below them, and the beast that was zatari. to come all this way, and have my hopes dashed by the stupidity of the surface races
Roman also keeps his distance from "The Unlucky One" and the monkey
Roman, not seeing any nearby enemies, attempts to climb upon an urn , and sit there watching in waiting, in meditation.
(I'm on like round 6 for shillelagh, and it only lasts a minute which means im probably lost the rest of the use as the ugly one has ran away, I figure everyone will come down here when they get a chance)
strength check if you need it for climbing and sitting 6 Damnit
Spot and Listen Check for my ugly friend 16, 19
sorry for not using my avatar, will try to be more conscientious about it in future
Roman Smashes the Beast with his Attack of Oppurtunity, Shouting " If your who you say you are, what do you know of the ad astra per aspera, Talk and I may let you live"
Roman's Lying of Course, Unholy Abomination = Destruction, But hoping to get some info before he destroys his sole lead to his fathers location
The Tinkle of breaking glass fills the room quitely as the creature speaks.
Rushing (but not charging) to where the creature disappered, and where the fog ripples and the sounds make it seem where the creature is , Roman thrusts his stick forward as he watches in bemusment. Going about his task in a workman like manner Roman muses " If this is how surfacer's fight how is it that we haven't taken over the surface lands yet..."
Spoiler:
To hit, 18+3=21 (probably some crazy miss chance and such, not to mention getting the correct square) Listen/Spot to locate creature 12 either way. Damage if it hits, 7+1+1 damage counts as magic
Roman Lands With a Soft Thud, quickly scouting out the area with his sharp eyes and source of light, holding it in hand if the fog interferes, with his staff in the other once he hits the floor.
scouting around Roman Whispers to himself " and only the idiot can quote wisdom and still not understand it"
Survival Check =12
Spot =21
Search (for Dangers such as holes, pits, or signs of creatures)=16
Roman Smiles, " I appreciate it , but generally sending the lighter down first is the easier way, first me incase it does require fighting, then the gnomes and the elf, and then you. you'll be guarding our decent its an important job"
grinning the half sea elf thinks to himself " You know I could just swim away from this "
Roman cracks a sunrod, gets his vial ready in hand while loosely cradiling his staff and says, gesturing to the rope, [b]"Someone lower me down?, we need to get in as fast as possible, it seems like all the answers are down."
tying the sunrod to his boot with a stray bit of cloth, roman is ready to go.
"well you seem to messed that up pretty good, how about we get a move on and attempt to find the digsite before an army of killer monkey corpses AND whatever else is wrong with this island comes to wipe us out?
Roman hopefully familure enough with the general direction by now starts walking, hopeing that the others will follow.
"If they catch us on the trail," Roman thinks to himself "we're probably dead, as they can move easily threw the underbrush it appears and we cannot"
"Was this bridge used by the newcomers on the way back, then I strongly doubt there was time to place new traps on it then, but if this is half way we need to move faster"
Roman smiles at the half orc's modesty before clapping him on the back and saying "The true test of wisdom is knowing its limits, My Good Man Gnome and Elf see to the injured one and the chests, a sling or perhaps a stretcher could be jury rigged for either.
speaking to the half orc, Roman says " lets find anything useful and handy in the camp, and then make a plan how we are going to defend an injured gnome, and a fool while marching, That hammer of yours is impressive, but perhaps a ranged solution is possible" Looking at the fading light and the dense jungle foilage, roman sighs "or not, I swear its like the deep one made this place to the fit and measure of the maze forgetting only the solution..."
raising a arched eyebrow and a slightly angry and slightly amused expresion at "seaweed loving", Roman turns to Yrak and says "looks like it is up to you then, it appears as if the children need guidence to reason and survival" with a heavy eye towards the little folk and their new aquantance.
Roman Speaks Up, "Getting out of here does not rely on some miraculous combination of events happening or being observed, simply that some common sense is observed. Tactically moving in the evening, especially in the jungle is fool hardy at best, and it only gets worse the darker it gets, aside from Yrak, I don't think any of us can see in the pitch darkness, while I wouldn't doubt that it could. Also notice that it has been attacking people while isolated, alone. That suggests two things first that its smart of at least lucky, at least as smart as an animal, and probably smarter if it can think to follow, these guys," roman says Pointing at the monkey and elf " and strike only when someone sets foot into the scrum, even a little. the second thing it suggests is that the beast is not so strong as to be able to get the better of several armed men at once, or else it would of , and our little monkey friend wouldn't be here..." A flash of resignation crosses the half elfs face.
Looking at the Gnome somewhat compassionately, Roman continues "Furthermore, I think you all really abandoned the victims when you decided that the camp was more important to investigate than the scream no? No use crying over the winds or the currents, I say we start afresh in the morning after securing the camp. Althought of course I will defer to Yraks judgement, if nothing else his courage and ability have been proven. " a somewhat derisive look at the fallen gnome underscores my points about the very real issues that we all committed to when we came here as apposed to finding the source of the screams in the jungle.
As Roman works with Yrak, he says quitely but not hiddingly with a smile.
"Where I come from we have a word for that sort of creature," gesturing towards the elf or his monkey, it being hard to tell which, looking Yrak in the eyes he says "Translated I think it would be Liar?..."
Watching Yraks later beconing of danger he shakes his head " Above or below the waves, nature plods along at her own pace, and to attempt to change it otherwise is to invite ruin"
Roman begins searching about the camp for useful items in defence. Using the new dagger or borrowing blades from Yrak {and help from Yrak} as appropiate. Roman asks for any rope stores to be brought forward as appropiate.
For the old Wolf
Spoiler:
Searching the Camp total9 (I would like to find more rope or twine, deadfall trees {large dead junks of tree that either are precariously placed in the foilage or that have already fallen down}, and torches if possible)
Survival Check for defencive Possibilities 15
Survival Check to set snares, Spike the ground on all sides, create dragons teeth {Logs with jabby pits that would be low to ground}, {This all depends on either rope or blades or pointy sticks or often all of them Total 25
The Half Elf looks at bemusement as the Orc goes after the gnomes blade thinking, to himself, I'll be damned if I'm risking my health of body over a bottle opener. Following the others as they head towards the village , roman pipes up
"But what about those screams we've heard just before fighting the boar, if people were in trouble...."
before letting his sentence, unfinished hang in the air.
The Half elfs looks at everyone before using his stick to lever the boar corpse into the pit , where hopefully it lands with a meaty thud breaking and dispersing some of the spiked impliments at the bottom.
Looking at the unconcious gnome he says " Either you can carry him and I will take point or I can carry him, I'm not sure if you know the way any better than me, Althought it shouldn't be hard to make a stretcher in any case, if its far."
Torn between helping the dying thief, and putting an end to an immediate threat to his and others lifes, roman hefts his stick, gets ready his oil, and steps carefully out into the path to hopefully provide the flank that the thief failed to.
Roman backs away from the edge of the pit, and wanting to help but being on the wrong side of the pit to do so, attempts to jump the pit (in the proper inititive order none the less)
"Sounds like trouble, but i surpose the question is do we avoid or investigate? Gnome you say your family works here, perhaps we should investigate this."
Roman apparently having run out of words for the moment follows warily
Roman keeps his distance from the purifying body as well as the crab, listening intently to what is being said, but not saying too much.
"A member of the family, what luck I have the deep one must be watching over me, I look for Zatari, I am looking for my father and was told your father was one of the last to see him."
this declarative over, the half sea elf follows merily along with the others, seemingly in a better mood for the company.
Roman watches in amusement before staying a healthy distance away from the body, you can't burry a body at sea this close to shore unless the tide is with you, and Roman doesn't bury things on land, he also doesn't eat vermin.
Roman stays close to the others enqiring about zatari , and their own exploits that bring them here.
the Half Elf's ears perk up, "Zatari you say? Zatari bin? I also look for the gnome... Perhaps we could travel together, you certainly seem to know your way to him better than myself"
Roman lounges idly by the prow, watching the half orc and the gnome with some unrestrained curiosity. He keeps an eye out to ensure we're going in the correct direction but otherwise lystfully and lazily looks out to the sea.
his staff is never out of his hands.
{spot 21 but aiming to check for course, not crazy things}
