Alright GM, Ryker's out! He's had his farewell and is no reassigned to another team. When you get a chance, please mark this character as inactive.
Thanks y'all it has been fun :)
New players, enjoy! :D
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Ryker follows Adonara into the back room. So many new recruits! They look sturdy enough. Once everyone has had a chance to introduce themselves, he gets the Elf's attention. "Adonara, a moment?" he asks, gesturing to a side room. "I've been thinking, with these new recruits, I could be more useful to the work we're doing by sticking to the streets. I don't mind a bit of work underground, but my skills are better suited to working above ground. What do you think about assigning me to work, as needed, among the groups you've made allies with? As much as I dislike their ways, the Hellknights, for example, could probably use some of my talents," he explains. "Looks like you've got two grunts to stand up front and some sort of magic user, so I think any gap that'd appear by my reassignment would be more than filled."
"What'll it be? Spelunking or do you think we should head back for some rest?" Ryker asks. "I don't run on magic, but I know once the magic ends it is good for everyone to not press on much further!"
"Adonara, the Hell's Coda! I only know the chorus, so I'll bolster your voice there, or try to anyways, I'm not tone deaf, but I ain't doing no Operas neither," Ryker suggests. Unfortunately, "not tone deaf" must have been what his mother told him growing up. He proves entirely incapable of helping Adonara power through the song. I'll stick to campfire ditties with mercenaries and the occasional shanty. Hells that was bad.
Ryker shares whatever knowledge he has with Adonara in the hopes that it will help her dance become just the tool they need.
Re Gameplay: No worries Adonara! I'm happy to keep trucking along with y'all, but I'd also wager the new recruits are chomping at the bit to get started as well!
"Unless we've got someone who can handle that trap, let's prepare for a fight and I'll take the first step," Ryker suggests.
"Nobody enter," Ryker orders, holding up a hand. "Can we get a scan for magic? Saw something like this once, a statue had allies turn on each other with some mind-magic. Anyone recognize the statue?" he asks. Hated that damn Wizard tower. Nothing in there was alive, but boy did everything want to move.
No worries, GM, welcome back! Ryker's got his eye on C16 next :) Took cookie clearing for me, I was lucky that a friend emailed me about it! Idk how long it would take me to check the boards without being able to log in...
"That's a Devil-man if I ever did see one," Ryker comments with mixed emotion. Never trusted the damn things, but they've never done me wrong either. "I know papers with potential get you going, Boss, but let's make sure you'll have all the time you'd like to focus on them in safety," he suggests, indicating the next door.
I am leaving :( For the record, I'm actually exiting PbP entirely, not just this game. Since it is a personal decision and life hasn't forced me out (for which I am immensely grateful!), I'm just phasing my games out at natural points.
Ryker looks the room over before entering. Of the noteworthy objects in the room, he heads straight for the maps. Love these things, what memories do these hold, I wonder? He absentmindedly brings his hands to the outside of the inner pocket where he keeps his own maps in his jacket. "Know who they are?" he asks the others who enter, gesturing towards the portraits.
Ryker tears some cloth and wraps his bleeding arm. "That was a tough customer," he decides. While he resumes prying up the tiles, he asks Kira for any healing she is willing to spare. Once they've worked the room over, he posts up for the next door and pushes it open. His trusty greatsword is back in hand!
"AH!" Ryker lets out. Did I just get bitten by a... rock?! He mentally adds this to a private lists of firsts. Snagging Adonara's quarterstaff, his greatsword drops to the floor with a *CLANG!* His mind distracted by the rock's bite, he tries to whack it in return, but it is a sorry show. FOCUS NOW!
Haha, I think that's the general feeling... Ryker is a spring attacking slayer with a greatsword (hired muscle for the group).
I haven't heard from Pellius (Bard) in a while, but Kira (Heavens Oracle) and Valekar (Ranged Magus) have officially dropped out. So I think you're pretty open at the moment with building a character! With an all-rounder and melee character, you could fill any role and be useful here :)
Hello! I'm sure the GM will be around soon to speak with you! In the mean time, I suggest you peruse the gameplay tab to check out the game so far.
"Anyone able to pass a mace up front? Something I can put two hands on!" Ryker calls back.
Eyeing the thing up from his new vantage point (entirely to close!), Ryker takes a more calculated swing with his sword. "Any intel or is 'whack it more harder' the best we got?"
Take care Caps, glad to hear you have an expansive support system to help you through this :)
Feel better Kira, best of luck with your health! Valekar, I feel for you, hope things get sorted soon! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!
I think that's the best decision!
Following his instincts, Ryker rushes in for a quick strike at their foe, but the sheer bizarreness of its form gives him enough pause that his strike barely glances off of its thick hide. "What is THAT"
Ryker doesn't have that kind of knowledge!
"OUT! " Ryker urges as he doubles back himself, tugging at Adonara's arms as he goes. He manages to unsling his sword as he flees the room.
Good luck Valekar, I hope you're able to recover in the way you need to!
Ryker passes the bag of coins to Adonara and then sets to the task of prying up every yellow tile in the room. Odd place to keep money... "Anything special about those coins?"
As certain as he can be that he's not about to get himself killed, Ryker kneels next to the first yellow tile and tries to pop the top open with a dagger. "Someone see to those bodies, I'll take a look here."
"There some sort of trap here? Certain tiles we should or shouldn't tread on?" Ryker asks the 'guide.' Regardless of the response, he examines the area himself before taking the first step.
Ryker pauses. "Looks like this heads into something more than just a room. I say we clear the level above us before trekking further," he advises the others. Not risking getting locked in here because we were sloppy.
Lodging his grappling hook into the floor, Ryker slides down the side of the pit with the rope trailing. As soon as he hits the ground, he pulls his sword and drives it into the snake's head. Once he's convinced it'll stay dead, he tries to maneuver the corpse out of the way of the door. "If this turns out to be more than a single room, I say we clear this floor before delving deeper," he calls back up the pit.
Not taking any chances, Ryker heads out into the hallway once Valekar starts lighting things up. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
As Adonara carefully handles the trap, Ryker shares what he knows. "We need fire or we're going to have fungus growing in our lungs. Not too much though, in a small space it might get the air stirring," he advises. "If they were smoking in those rooms, there must be fire available around here if nobody else can do it."
"Wasn't this supposed to be a gambling den with a shorty for a ghost?" Ryker asks over his shoulder.
Wouldn't mind adding these to the base! Ryker takes a moment to admire the hookah in the first room. What am I thinking? It isn't my base, it's their base. Still though, doesn't mean I can't enjoy it while I'm there... "Any good shisha dealers around here? Might help unwinding at the base," he suggests. Once the matter is solved, he posts up on the gambling den's door and gives Adonara a nod. She knows how to get things done, that one. For all her pomp and pageantry, she's got results too.
No knife in his back yet, Ryker prepares to step into one of the private rooms once someone opens the door. "Clear these smaller rooms on our way to the gambling den. Not having a ghost on our rear if we can help it," he states.
Haha ok, got it! That's a cool item, I've never seen it before! The more I play this game, the more I realize immortality is just a bunch of money away if you can't cut it as a wizard/druid!
Ryker looks up as he feels emotion jolt through the room. Whatever the Hell this scroll is, it's got people riled up... Unsure who got charged by the sight of it and even more so as to the 'why,' he stows it safely on his person and walks straight out of the room. Wouldn't be the first time someone tried to knife me for something I found without an explanation. Pulling his sword and making sure his dagger is loose in its sheathe, he stops at the next set of doors. "To the extent that we can, we know this room is safe. Let's work outwards from here," he suggests, positioning himself to enter the nearest set of double doors, with his back out of easy reach of the others.
Out of character, Adonara would probably know as a "temple brat" ;) that Raise Dead has a CL/day limit on how long ago someone has died to work. In the case of what is presumably a Cleric's scroll of the spell, that's 9 days. How does that fit into the timeline for her dead ?friend? / ?partner? / ?lover?
After the electrical explosion, Ryker cautiously follows after Adonara. Probably nobody left, but I'm not risking her going in alone. We'll hear the door if anyone comes through the other entrance anyways.
Ryker gives Adonara his attention, waiting for a signal.
One devil-lover down. Kintargo's a better place for it. Ryker slings his sword across his back and gets to looting while the others play nice with the remaining cultist. Without a drop of magic in him, he just brings anything that looks remotely valuable to the center of the room and stands watch. "Nice shot," he says to Valekar, offering him a nod of approval. New priority: Keep everything away from his fragile ass so he can fill them with more feathers than a goose.
Catching sight of something as he whizzes by, Ryker slings his sword low in hopes that he can catch her in the legs. Cursing as his blade catches only air, he spins with the heavy weapon before pulling it back to his shoulder and running for the door. Pretty sure he's found the slightest of distortions, he swings again and hopes for the best!
Ryker notices the remaining cultist is in some sort of trance and leaves them be. Gotta be around here somewhere... We probably would have been roasted by anyone capable of just magicing themselves out of here completely.
Not feeling well tonight (no COVID symptoms, just can't think and I'm exhausted). Please bot me as needed and thank you for your patience.
"Alright ugly, you're next!" Ryker taunts the Devil. Pointing for the outfield, he winds up his greatsword, steps up, and belts it with all his might.
What spell did Pellius cast? The status effects might alter Ryker's actions. |