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Due to other commitments and time restraints I'm going to drop out of this campaign now before it screws everybody over. As for IC-reason why, I had a Teleport spell prepared so Rygal essentially just teleports away due to a calling or whatnot - whatever suits your fancy, really. I apologise. Do enjoy the Tomb. Try to not die too horribly.
Rygal still got the arrow notched as he glances around. He sees nothing wrong with the others' reasoning.
"Doors." Rygal looks around, peering at the hills and looking at the grass. "It's eerie. I'll stay back, in case of any monsters behind them." He notches an arrow, waiting outside of the huge mouth that is the entrance. "As for valuables, equal shares works for me. But don't overthink it. No point discussing distribution until we find it."
Rygal gauges the gnome, curious of his wounded leg and petite stature; in fact, he is not impressed in the slightest in regards of appearance of his teammates. Some of them are handsome to be sure, but he would never have considered them serious adventurers by way of a first glance. Then again, he has seen many a deeper side to folks he's met on the roads, and the advantage of pessimism is to be pleasantly surprised. "Greetings. Rygal Archer."
I don't mind in the slightest. I'm not good at this kind of stuff, the "you're thrown in the middle of nowhere, go RP" kind of deal. Rygal already said he'll follow where you need him too.
He sighs and realises he is being rather serious, shaking 'Love''s hand when prompted, with arrow still in hand. He peers around. "I could stand to laugh more oft, yes. But not today. Not now."
...the puns... they hurt. They physically hurt. Rygal does all he can to not show his dismay, his hand twitching and wanting to plant against his face. "...yes, of... course." He follows Keggan onto the path, careful to stay a little away. As a precaution.
"Rygal Archer." Nobody asked but when Keggan called out his introduction he saw it fit to do the same. He takes an arrow from his quiver, but doesn't notch it. "I'm not much for taking charge, I'm here to take care of you lot. Take me where I'm needed. But I won't go first." At least if they die, I can bring them back. I can't expect any such luxuries in return.
"Well, the stonework on the hills isn't just stone. It's obsidian. Solid obsidian. Finding an entrance won't be easy." He still clutches his bow.
"Your anecdotes do little to help us, old man. Rygal peers around the area, trying to sense any magical auras, yet it's the stonework of the hills that require examination.
"Death. Suffering. Evil. This is the kind of place where recklessness will get us all killed." He glances over the hills, touching the holy symbol dangling from his neck. "Where is the entrance?"
"I don't like this." Rygal steps off of the gryphon, grateful of touching the ground with his own two feet. He draws his bow from his back and checks the string. "I've heard the stories. None of them pleasant. I suppose you have too, right?" He peers at his companions.
Solarious, keep in mind that Stomphoof bowed out.
I feel rather silly now. I'ven't really thought of what kind of debilitating horrors we'll face, not to this depth, which...I'll attribute to my inexperience. I did, however, prepare a multitude of buffs and curative spells like Remove Disease, Remove Blindness/Deafness, Remove Curse, Break Enchantment, Remove Fear... does anybody want to look over my spells and see if they're good enough for the Tomb of "We're All Going To Die"?
I AM THE ARROW OF DESNA! RAHR. :D |
