Wow--lots of near misses! Glad you're okay!
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With his companions more stable, Roscoe bends over and picks his banner back up. He bares his fangs at the demon. "You don't know that you deal with the combined might of Thassilonia--run or die!" he threatens with a possessed edge to his voice.
Roscoe truly looks taxed--or otherwise not himself as their enemies have fallen. "Who can help Frantino? I used my only potion." he moves over to Castila and starts taking whatever she had, just in case some of her allies returned to revive her. Though, looking at her, he wasn't sure she could be revived.
Roscoe has little time to contemplate the voice in his head, but he does review it one more time to make sure he remembers it. "Lord Xanderghul? Is that you? Is this why Baraket came to life before?" Bareket came to life---what does that mean? Nasir's suggestion jolts him to action, and he takes a potion from his bandolier and pours it down Ayita's throat. "It's good I was there to win the fight--pretty much alone," he muses to her, the prideful spirit manifesting perhaps more than any had before. "No one listened to my plan--and they suffered for it, to be sure." The halfling has a dark cast to his countenance as he grimly administers to Ayita.
With so few of his companions still standing, Roscoe abandons his flag and goes for brute force. He claws and bites at the villainous woman. "You can't stand against the might of Thassilon!" he cries, losing control of his spirits as they gain more control of him.
Roscoe keeps his flag in hand, biting and clawing at Frangela. "The spirits power me!" he yells.
Seeing Corstela surrounded by a number of images, Roscoe turns his attention on her, attacking her in a frenzy while foregoing one attack to keep hold of his flag.
Roscoe roars and charges toward the other order member attacking Doc. "Get off 'i'm!" he yells, biting at the enemy while waving his banner.
"Where's the invisible devil?" Roscoe asks, venturing inside to take the lead.
Roscoe growls at how the situation has deteriorated when they started with tactical advantage and surprise. The thought infuriates him, and claws erupt from his fingertips and fangs protrude from his mouth. "Let's go!" he shouts.
@ROSCOE Where do you want to 5ft off of Doc? To the north, closer to Corstela? Or south, closer to the new philosopher, Mathilde? South you'll be adjacent to the enemy, able to attack.
Roscoe easily avoids the prism of color exploding nearby, but it does throw off his attack when he tries to counter. "Daaahh!" he exclaims in frustration. He does continue to inspire his allies with his banner, however.
Roscoe steps over Doc to get in a position to attack. "I have to do everything myself!" he mourns attacking with his morningstar while trying to protect his fallen ally.
FYI, I'll be traveling for Thanksgiving and likely unable to post (or not post much) from now until Monday. Have a great holiday, all! Feel free to bot me.
Roscoe continues his attempts to inspire his companions, continuing to wave his banner. He does step forward and ventures his own attack, but getting past Nasir almost causes him to lose his footing. "Just move where I'm pointing and we'll win!" he exclaims in frustration.
Have a great campout! Sounds fun!
Roscoe growls at Nasir's errant attack. "I told you to attack on my command, not three seconds before I was gonna say it! Now wait until I give the order this time!" he says, once again casting guidance on the warrior. He continues to wave his banner, inspiring his companions.
While maintaining his inspiring banner, Roscoe casts guidance on Nasir. "Strike on my command!" he exclaims, watching for an opportune time to attack, upon which time he yells "Now!"
Roscoe curses as Nasir completely bumbles the approach. "That didn't take long! Listen to me and we'll win! Form up on me!" he yells. Holding up his red banner, he waves it in the air and points where the others should move.
Roscoe nods at the suggestion of the eastern stairs and quietly moves ahead.
Roscoe quietly scales the wall and walks toward the manor in the easy quiet of a halfling. He turns toward Frantino with a glare when the half-elf slips on the wall.
He shakes his head and continues his pace.
Close to your next level, yes. Probably after Peacock Manor. Okay, that's good. I'll just reconstruct everything there.
Roscoe jumps out of bed, still confident in his unparalleled ability to lead the team to victory. With me in charge, and looking as splendorous as I do--how could we fail?! He helps himself to a couple of the healing potions, two tanglefoot bags, and a thunderstone. He loads the potions in his bandolier and checks the rest of his equipment. "Let's head out," he says. "Everyone make sure you're ready--I'll be giving orders that need to be followed with exactness if we're to prevail. But if you listen, we cannot fail."
Bah--this character basically needs 6 character sheets. I had a document with all the sheets and it's corrupted. I've never had leveling be such a chore, and I'll have to do it again. I think I'll just stay with Marshal spirit for now, since that one is leveled to 4 already. :)
Sorry, can you let me know which spirits I have access to after our rest?
Which spirits will I have access to after our rest?
"Wow--well-spotted," Roscoe says. "That looks like it will sell for a pretty copper." When it seems they have completely searched the area, he agrees with Nasir. It seems time to rest up, reconnoiter the manor, and then make our way in. My guess is there's more to the place than rumor suggests."[/b]
Roscoe thanks Frantino for the reminder of how the Order was involved in all this. "Yeah--the last thing I want is my throat ripped open by that weapon. We will need to take care when we face them. But finding it seems to be the most important thing right now. It seems tied to all the strange happenings."
Roscoe adjusts his gear on his back as they prepare to move on. "So, as far as the manor goes, what are our priorities in there? We don't really want to hurt these guys unless they make it harder than it needs to be."
GM, are we still in the same day as all the well exploration (with the same spirit)? Or are we in a new day now?
Roscoe agrees that trying to sneak into the manor might be a good plan. "Maybe Ayita could look around before the rest of us. I can't remember who provided the eyewitness account--anyone remember who that was? It could be a good lead in."
Roscoe pats his pockets. "I don't have the scroll on me, but could potentially cast it. I sometimes play around with magic items and can sometimes make them work." He nods at Frantino's plan. "It would be nice to have any help we can get. We're likely to be pretty outnumbered, and it sounds like you owe them one."
Roscoe also takes a seat in the comfy chairs, and does begin to drink once it is offered. "Nice hideout you have here--how long have you been in here?" he asks.
"Death to the demons!" Roscoe chimes in with a shout of his own, joining the toast.
Roscoe eventually relaxes as tensions lower. "Well--I'm up for a drink, too! Let's find the best we can--my inspiring leadership deserves the best drinks! Haha!"
"Really?!" Roscoe exclaims with an edge to his voice as tensions build. "Do you have any idea what we've done to every single enemy that thought they could stand in our way?! Look--take a few of the gold from the chest of drawers and get out of here."
Roscoe's eyes go wide at Frantino's find. "Wow--well done!" he says, taking a gander at the cloak and other valuable items. "So--now what? We may consider resting at this point. Oh, and who wants that cloak?"
Roscoe lowers his weapon as dialogue continues. "So--we're not killing each other, right?" he asks the gang members.
"Indeed--we do not need to keep fighting," Roscoe says, delaying any further hostilities until he sees how the Roadkeepers respond. "Tangling with us has not gone well for you so far. I suggest we have a truce."
Roscoe tries to smack the same enemy he had previously injured, still waving his inspiring banner. But he slips as he strikes, his blow errant.
Roscoe takes a swipe at the orange enemy as it runs past.
Roscoe waves his flag in one hand and draws his mace in the other. "To arms! Form up in front of me!" he orders.
Roscoe draws his inspiring flag before they open the door. "You may require my leadership soon enough," he says.
Roscoe also renews his light source and makes his way into the hallway. "Well, let's keep going. I'm worried that the healing wand is depleted. That could come back to bite us later. Doc, do you have some backup spells? If not, we may need to rest before we move on." Looking into the hallway, he says "Ayita, take point and scout ahead quietly. Let's make sure we've cleared this place out."
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