Take that ya stinkin' beast! Can't out smart a Steeltoe! Scratch scurries back towards the other set of doors before his invisible gift runs out.
"Checkin' these doors people, look lively."
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Scratch nods in thanks before fading from view.
Scratch tries to be quiet and sneak up to look around the corner, just in case the owner of the lab is in the next room. Fire rats? Dwarf corpses? Ohhh its gonna go down soon enough!
"If its barred on our side maybe its got some helpful prisoners or somethin... or somethin' truly heinous!" Regardless, he heads with the majority to the south, carefully picking his way along, eyes open for traps and the like. He fiddles with his magical ring, wishing it would kick in some extra stubbornness to dying like it tends to every morning. If only... not likely though. Guess I'll just need ta keep my dukes up n my chin down.
"Aw crud! Can't let you take all the fun stuff... gimme one each of them things. Just in case." He pilfers the woman's pockets of one bottled fire and one bottled acid.
Scratch scoops up the vial with a yellow toothy grin "Anythin' to help keep this pretty face intact is welcome! Hehe!" He tucks it in an easy to reach pocket and counts up his 5 throwing hammer, 2 hatchets, clan dagger and the rest of his assortment of collected weapons. "Guess we head down next. Be quiet, maybe Torag's stone muffled our battles up here... maybe." He arms himself with his clan dagger and starts creeping down, eyes on the look up for traps and trickery.
After the last minion falls with a splat into the vomit pool Scratch takes a few quiet steps back, breathing heavily and listening for reinforcements. After a short while he clenches his teeth and starts exploring his wounds, then collecting his thrown weapons. "Easy now Gilly, lemme help ya with all these wounds. I ain't gonna be caught sitting on my thumb while you do all the cleanup!" After she works on the group he'll take a turn around while she rests.
Scratch moves around the room to check on the patients, seeing if they're right as rain or still in some pain.
Its pretty clear that Scratch's 'DWARVEN Medicine' consisting of whiskey and dirt rubbed on the wounds works wonders on humans, but his Dwarven body has long since caught on.
Sounds like a great plan!
Scratch is back whenever the mood strikes. -Joe
"Its you er me bud... n I ain't ready ta be dead yet!" Scratch unleashes a barrage of hammer and dagger swings before 'puttin' up his dukes' in defense.
Scratch gets splattered with more upchuck. "Cripes these things got bottomless pits in there... kinda like this Halfer I knew back home before things went to s#@*... Remy could eat 75 sammiches in 10 minutes!" He continues wailing away at Red then steps back out of the yuck.
Scratch takes the two punches like a man, while Ed nearly loses his lunch. "Ain't ya been in a bar fight before Ed? Tighten up them gut muscles n throw some haymakers!" Scratch stands his ground and starts flailing on red then defends himself from the counter attack.
Scratch ducks his head as the puke splatters the top of his helmet. Some rolling down his back and sizzling. "Hey, that's a family heirloom!" He readjusts his position and lets the weapons do the talking. They don't speak very loudly.
The Dwarf whines a bit as his prey moves over to a softer target, leaving green next to him. "Runnin' away eh? That'll only buy you a little time you bulimic bucket of gopher guts!" He refocuses his attacks on green then raises his weapons to defend himself.
Man I'm level 4 but I feel like my damage output is the same, if not lower than when I was level 1-2.
"Light 'em up!" Scratch cackles as he tosses a hammer at yellow's face then draws out another and raises them up defensively.
Scratch swears as some of the acid seeps through his freshly wiped off hide armor and sears his delicate old man skin. "Cripes, that thing needs somethin' fer its indigestion, and it ain't Dwarf meat!" With some study and a quick whack whack! against yellow, the Dwarf falls back before the goop melts his shoes.
Scratch stares at the others "Now's yer chance fer one of them giant explosions, what's takin' so long?" He draws out a hammer, takes cover behind the other side of the doorway and raises his weapons defensively.
Scratch nods as Ed casts his magic towards the suspicious statue, he takes his eyes into the storage room though to double check for hidden healing potions. There's gotta be more of those around, they've been everywheres so far! He pries open the lids of crates with his clan dagger if needed.
Scratch has heard enough, he falls back with the others quietly, moving to the north. We can whack that thing on the way out, after we deal with more important greenskins... He eases the door closed behind them, heading to the other doors and giving them a look over before quietly opening them.
Scratch's nose starts going, he's in a kitchen after all and well, he likes to eat. What in the hell's is that? Don't look like no orc...
The real question is how long before Celvi or Ed kick over a pot and this thing tries feedin' us to the orcs!
Ok updated Scratch. Essentially +1 to everything, +13HP. **Frank: Please update the spoilered lists of initiative and exploration. Scratch's Perception mod is now +10. Stealth is +8. As far as new feats Scratch doubled down on parrying and medicine checks: Twin Parry (Single Action) (Fighter/Ranger) (Feat 4)
Robust Recovery: (Feat 2) (General) (Skill)
If I must. But just for you GM! :)
Scratch's heart melts just a tad as he reads the diaries I get it, I get it. Not everyone's got a good life as a kid. Guess I was lucky.. fer a while. He wrinkles his brow as he hears the commotion in the kitchen drawing his hammer and clan dagger to investigate, peeking in through the cracked door.
"Crazy books. They keep tellin' me NOT to rub dirt on it... I'll try it this one time!" The old dwarf cusses and splashes a bit of rubbing alcohol on his battered and beaten self, and doesn't follow it up with a soothing dirt rub. The effects are miraculous. The cranky old fella looks like a new man. "Huh. Gotta say, feel much better without the dirt..." Scratch heads to the southern door, doing his best to keep quiet.
Once the last bird bites/becomes the dust Scratch huffs and puts away his weapons. He wanders the room to retrieve his tossed hammers and give it a good once over. "I swear I ain't tryin' ta be soft, but we gotta take it slow. This old bod of mine just ain't running on rocket fuel these days." He looks over at Gilly and frowns a bit too "Gilly, you look like yer punch drunk yerself. Let's have a seat in that overstuffed library and take a read and rest up."
All out of hammers, Scratch draws out a hatchet to pair with his clan dagger and raises them up, waiting for the crazy bird to come within reach "Big it on feather duster! I got just what you need right here!" Readied Attack: Two Actions?:
"Dammit Gilly, Duck n Cover, Duck n Cover. Haven't you ever watched The Birds before?" Scratch digs out their last lesser healing potion from the archer and steps over to feed it to the downed woman.
Scratch starts chucking hammers, as fast as he can draw them at the red hawk. "Fancy bugger's kinda close fer that bow, but I'm outta hammers real quick!"
"Frickin' guard birds? You serious?" Scratch takes a close look at the red one then draws and slings a couple hammers at it, just in case it wasn't already hostile.
"Animal snares, score!" Scratch mumbles, louder than expected. Shoving the foraging treasures into his already loaded pack. "Can't never ever have too many bunny snares Unc would say.... oh. Let's make sure she didn't set some of these up inside eh?" He nods, switches to eyes peeled mode and carefully moves through the door.
Scratch cracks his neck and nods at Ed "Best start with where we know the trouble came from, maybe we'll get lucky and not find more... stay quiet this time!" Scratch creeps up the stairs to the guard tower.
Looking now at our current healths... Scratch is at 40/49 so not too badly off. He can't benefit from battle medicine for either himself or Gilly for the rest of the day, and has to wait about an hour for any more regular medicine checks. How about the rest of you? Spells/Consumables/Etc? There is one lesser healing left from the archer.
Scratch gives the armor a look and a sniff, then looks at his own hide armor, then over at Gilly's leather "May be better on Gilly, I don't think it'll help me much." He differs "Rather have these thick hides than a bit more flexibility." He does however shrug and test the pull on the longbow, aiming it without an arrow towards the bound orc. "Ain't no way we should think about camping here over night. If we can get our whits together and enough healin', maybe we should at least try to get inside and see what this place looks like. If we gotta retreat for another day then we can, but we should at least see if she's sittin' in there by herself waitin'." Scratch drinks one of the healing potions.
Scratch starts to snap out of it, looking up from the green skin carnage "Ya, startin' ta think I could use another breather..." He hustles over to the dead woman and starts dragging her corpse towards the Chief's hut.
Scratch spits on the fallen woman then rushes to Celvi's defense "Time fer another notch on my dagger!" He studies up then POW POW!
"Lucky shot greenskin! A few more clubs to yer melon and we win!" He continues the bludgeoning windmill of death.
Scratch fails away with hammer and dagger alike. It reminds you of a crazy old windmill on a blustery day. There's even some squeaking and groaning involved, along with a hell of a lot of Dwarven cursing. Almost like he's off in his own world.
Scratch gets up close and personal, his new longer stride helping him cover just enough ground to reach the woman. He draws out his hammer and gives a quick double smack. "Give up, or die evil green skin!"
Scratch closes in, studying his prey... "We're here ta stop that wacko from poisonin' the forest, so just give 'er up!"
Scratch does all he can to resist caving in the head of the orc in front of him, the little muted voice of self preservation finally getting the upper hand Drink that damn potion from ED you nummah! "Hey Eddy, still got that healing potion, my spleen mentioned you and IT by name..." He takes a step next to the wizard.
Lesser Healy Potion:
"Gahh my spleen, you bastard!" Scratch rips out the javelin and tries to patch himself up right quick so he can get back to more greenskin stomping. Instead he just makes things worse. He draws and whips a light hammer at the blue orc before ducking into the doorway for some cover. Startin' ta think this is the last stand of the Steeltoes...
I had made Scratch Steeltoe as a regular PbP character when he should be an alias. I want to get started on getting some xp under his belt so I need to transfer him over while I put his character number to use.
Scratch twitches as his doppleganger blinks into existence while he fades away... "What in the triple turnip tangle is going on!" |