"**** 'im", says Sekathral, making a gesture at the stain that used to be Demogorgon's aspect. "Stupid ****. Bet he didn't have anything worth ****ing taking here, neither"
He pokes around the room, anyway
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I second that - thanks firstly to Motte, and also to everybody else, for making this such a fun campaign to play in :) Hope to see you all around in future! (Not a very Sekathral-y thing to say... But there you go. May try to come up with another farewell post with more swearing in it)
Still seemingly compos mentis, Sekathral scuttles around behind the aspect and chops at its hamstrings
Seemingly back to normal, Sekathral moves back in towards the aspect.
Feeling better, Sekathral moves back into the room, coming up besides Vanthus and slashing his kukri at his ribs.
Sekathral is not feeling well
And promptly moves away from the source of his discomfort as fast as possible
Round 1, init 24 Invisi-Seka moves in behind Vanthus, kukri in hand, slashing out at his hamstrings.
"If it's like those other pearls we saw, it'll be ****ing trouble", remarks Sekathral, grimly. "Don't suppose anyone can turn me invisible again? I ain't going toe-to-toe with a ****er like that"
Years doing what he shouldn't in the Mwangi Expanse mean Sekathral is relatively unaffected by the heat; the Olman booze probably helps as well. Moving in, he views the monstrosity squatting on the alter with a sour expression on his face. "**** me. Looks exactly like the landlord of the 'Merrow and Trident' in Bloodcove. Smells better, though"
"Well, looks like they've ****ed off for the time being. Good bloody riddance" Sekathral lopes away from the battle, with an occasional suspicious backwards glance
Sekathral, fingers on trigger, prepares to fire when the enemy hoves into view
Sekathral makes sure his barkers are fully charged, then follows on behind, guns out and eyes scanning his surroundings.
Sekathral moves along with Linah, and once Zstelian is out of his line of fire, snaps off a shot at the visible kopru
Everything goes quiet for Sekathral. As he moves to join the others and loads up his pistols, he glares at Kyson and speaks. "[ ]! [ ]!!! [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]!!"
Stab! Kill! Kill, kill, stab! They're my shipmates! You don't stab your shipmates! Most of the time. Don't care! Stabstabstabkillkill!
Sekathral shakes his head, wondering why he was glaring at Kyson and preparing a strike.
HP 11/47
Sekathral, clambering up onto the rock and covered with steaming mud, stands with his hands by his sides, blinking vacantly.
HP 11/47 "****ing right", mutters Sekathral, raising both blades in front of him to ward off any incoming blows and heading away from the kopru towards the shore
With a squelch, Sekathral dives into the mud behind the Kopru , drawing his main-hand rapier and attempting to pierce through the layer of muck covering his foe
Sekathral lights the fuse, then hurls his grenade into the mud behind the kopru to the North.
HP 30/47 Sekathral backs up behind Linah, snarling, then takes out a pellet grenade. "Don't know whether it'll do any good, but mind yer eyes, lasses and lads. These things bang like a Taldan noblewoman in the servants' quarters"
Sekathral takes a swig of his Olman booze, then helps Zstelian with his explorations.
Perfectly at home in the water, Sekathral grabs at Linah as she's swept past in an attempt to catch her before she vanishes
"Got no chance doing it on my own, but I'll give the rest of you cullies a hand if we all want to have a go", replies Sekathral
Sekathral, noticing something out of the corner of his eye, runs his fingers over the desk, before dexterously extracting the treasures from their hiding place "Bugger me - that's a bit of alright. Who wants the shiv?"
"****! ****! **** **** ****ing bloody ****!" Sekathral is not pleased. "Yeah, I could do with a kip, having just been ****ing run over by a giant stone b*~*@+~. What a place."
"Infinite and unending what?" Sekathral stares back at Kyson. "No offence, mate, but it sounds like you've had a couple yourself." He takes a healthy gulp of the liquid. "Tastes alright, considering it's been here for Cayden knows how long. Just hope a ****ing demon ain't pissed in it" Sekathral decants some more of the Olman booze into a waterskin, then wipes his mouth. "Right. let's go. If Zstelian and Linah think we're on the right track, that's alright by me" He prepares himself, then moves off with the others.
Sekathral toys with the weapons and peeps through the peephole . His eyes light up when he senses the jug emanating a spicy, alcoholic smell, and he sniffs it experimentally before taking a sip. Afterwards, assuming that he doesn't dissolve, or turn into a lizard:
"Nothing there after all. Good stuff, this"
Sekathral, realising that magical fire and blackpowder do not mix well, sensibly dodges out of the way of the blast. Once the skinwalkers are down, he spins his pistols on each index finger before holstering them. "Might take the hide of one of them ****ers and use 'im as a hearthrug, ha ha. It's what they would have wanted" He glances at Linah. "I'm alright, ta. Don't know who wants that belt, but if nobody else fancies it, I'll have it. Beats bloody exercising"
Sekathral takes advantage of the momentary pause to reload his pistols.
Sekathral, glowing with the healing light of Sarenrae, takes a pistol in each hand and blazes away at the nearest Skinwalker
HP 33/54 Cursing foully, Sekathral rolls out of distance and reloads his pistol.
Sekathral rolls down the steps, coming up behind the skinwalker attacking Zstelian and jabbing at it as he does so
Sekathral, seeing an opening, jabs at the Skinwalker as it rushes past.
Sekathral lashes out twice at the Skinwalker between himself and Linah.
I'm still enjoying it, personally - would like to bring things to a satisfactory conclusion, but as Khaz says, happy to go with whatever Motte decides.
Sekathral curses, activates his ring of invisibility, then moves up the stairs to the North.
Sekathral houses his pistol, then steps forward behind the skinwalker engaged with Zstelian , drawing his rapiers but only striking out once.
Round 2, init 15 Invisible Sekathral gives the Skinwalker the other barrel
Round 1, init 15 Sekathral moves past the sorceress, drawing his pistol and snapping off a shot past Zstelian's ear at the skinwalker
"I think I recognise that ugly bugger", comments Sekathral. "Smash it up if you want, Khaz, but I'd be inclined to leave it and **** off. Don't want to attract attention"
"Don't know", replies Sekathral. "I can speak the lingo, but this might be beyond my ****ing capabilities"
Once he's succeeded/failed to work the text out, Sekathral will scuttle off along with the others.
"East and then North?", suggests Sekathral. "We ain't been there yet" If everybody is in agreement, Sekathral will move off.
Be worth a couple of coppers, too, thinks Sekathral, feeling slightly guilty after doing so.
Sekathral turns to Linah. "Take it, mate", he says, nodding towards the scimitar. "You deserve it"
Sekathral claps Linah on the back. "Nice one, mate"
"Maybe there's a ****ing chant we need to do or something?", suggests Sekathral.
Get well soon, Motte! BTW, I'm on holiday next week - I'll do my best to check in regularly, but if I don't appear for whatever reason, please DMPC me if I'm holding things up.
"Maybe try casting spells on 'em", suggests Sekathral. "They must do something, unless the Ancients just came down here to play a nice game of ****ing marbles" He peers at the disk. "Are the balls supposed to go where those pictures on their heads are?" He'll help Khaz with her suggestion, then (if it doesn't work) try his own.
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