Seraka rears back before barreling through the one of the goblins next to her.
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Seraka glances around at the anklebiters at her feet and growls. ”G&~@&+n I hate it when they cluster up.” Drawing upon the spirits of battle, she calls upon memories of her orc ancestors in similar situations, surrounded by goblins and kobolds and other small pests. She watches them barrel through the little creatures, and knows what she needs to do.
She calls back to her companions. ”Just gimme a moment and I’ll clear some room.”
Seraka rotates her shoulders to limber them up, grinning. "Heh, couldn't have said it better, Feathers."
”I like giving surprises.” Seraka cracks her neck and wrists as she often does right before starting something.
"Feathers knows what he's doing when it comes to stuff like this." Knowing she does not have Rokan's instincts for these matters, she stays back, using what she knows of tracking to double check his work.
Seraka reflexively jumps back as E drops his pants, her hands tensing around her bardiche. She finally relaxes after a few moments of tense glaring. ”Kid, could you not drop your pants without a warning. Last time a man did near me, he had one fewer extremity when I left. I’ll leave which one to your imagination.” It was an arm, but the story sounded better this way, so she kept it vague. ”You’d think after all those lifetimes you’d have a bit more sense.”
Seraka laughs as the dogs drop in seconds. "Hah! Pitiful." She steps back to get range on goblin dog on its own, trusting Sonya and E to take the other.
Did I do that? :3c
Sorry. Busy week! All caught up now.
"F#&&ing dogs." Seraka picks out an unwounded dog, trusting herself to be able to obliterate it in one hit. She steps back towards her comrades to give herself reach, then slams her bardiche down on her target.
Seraka leans towards E and discretely points to Rokan, keeping her voice low. ”Authority figure.”
Seraka rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ”I’ve lived in both for my share. Nature’s got its perks, but it ain’t some some kinda ideal where everything is perfect and authentic. It’s got b!@@!*#+ same as anywhere else. It’s where all the bulls s*#@, after all.”
Seraka drapes her arms over her bardiche. ”Maybe that’s your problem, bud. You’re just thinking of nature as a place you go through to get somewhere instead of a worthy destination on its own.” Seraka scratches at her eyesocket and adjusts her eyepatch. ”Also, there’s more stuff to fight out in nature, and y’aren’t as likely to get in trouble for fighting it. Fewer authority figures, more owlbears.”
Seraka seems to relish even the slightest movement in her new full plate.
As she meanders over towards the counter, Seraka’s grin spills out despite her best attempts to contain it. ”I figured I could maybe do a bit of both. Ya see, I’m finding myself in the market for some new armor, the kind I plan on keeping until the day my corpse has gotta get pried out of it.” She leans onto the counter, her head resting on her hand in an exaggerated thinking pose. The pose has the completely unintentional and unforeseen effect of drawing attention to the definition of her arm. ”Some nice full plate I’m thinking. I hear those things gotta be made to fit the buyer. Probably have to get some measurements for that, yeah?” She raises her head and meets Savah’s gaze. ”You do that kinda thing?”
Seraka grins, mostly at the fact that she is about to agree with Rokan on something. ”Grim, sure, but Feathers has the right of it.”
A group chat would be great! I’m on facebook, but I would also be comfortable with discord. EDIT: I’d like to get some masterwork full plate (1650 gp) if possible. Maybe keep the flaming sphere scroll and sell the rest?
We should def keep the silver dagger for DR. The +1 longsword should prob go to Sonya, since Seraka ain't much for one handed weapons, and Sonya has a shield. Not sure about the scrolls. The DCs are gonna be terrible, but they are useful spells and probably worth holding onto, especially if we need fire damage and/or aoe. Don't see much point in keeping the +1 returning cold iron dagger. Just get some oils of magic weapon for Rokan's arrows and we would have a better solution imo.
Seraka flexes an arm. ”You say that like a workout ain’t a good enough reason on its own.”
Seraka simply nods along with the conversations. The mention of "Wrath" piques her interest, reminding her of that brief vision the gangly demon imparted to her. "I mean, I'd be okay with the 'let's just kill all the things in the pool' option. Make an afternoon out of it. Set up a picnic. Ya know, when we have time."
Thoughts flicker behind Seraka's eyes. "I mean, the best defense is a good offense. Our boy Belor could hardly complain if we went and wiped out the threat while he was gone." She throws up her hands and shrugs, her mouth tilted into a half-grin. "I ain't doing it by myself though, so if you guys want to sit around for who knows how long doing nothing, I can't really do much about that."
Seraka grunts in frustration. She gives the wall a couple of probing knocks, making sure it's not an illusion. "Why would goblins be going down here if there's nothing here?"
Seraka briefly glances towards the book, notices that it is a book, then shrugs and turns back to watching the stairs. "I'm good with that. I ain't tired yet. Would rather not have to worry about some nasty thing following us out."
Seraka carefully treads around the traps . She swings wide and low along her right side, her backswing almost reaching back to Rokan.
Hope y'all had a good break. Sorry about the delay in posting. I came back from mine more stressed than when I left, and I'm still trying to find my footing.
Seraka treads carefully around the pit, moving into a better position to strike from reach.
Sorry for the holdup! On my home from Thanksgiving today and I’ll post later tonight or early tomorrow
"You know the drill, Gorum." Seraka calls down her God's favor and steps cautiously to the north.
Seraka heads on into the room, her bardiche at the ready.
She tucks the necklace back into her clothes and flips down her eyepatch. ”Most people probably don’t cut out their own eye, either.” She leans her bardiche against wall and folds her arms behind her head. She closes her eye. ”Ready whenever you are to head in that next door, bud.”
Seraka shrugs at E's pondering. She lifts up her eyepatch and absent-mindedly scratches at the edges of her eye socket. "No idea about this Thassilonian history stuff. Heh, I probably ain't even the person you ask about what's normal nowadays." She holds up the eyeball on her necklace to her eye socket. She chuckles to herself.
Seraka pauses momentarily to consider her wound, finally smiling and shrugging. She would rather save the healing spell for now. She shakes her head at the scene below the walkway. "Whoever built this place sure had that whole evil aesthetic down."
Seraka steps back and nods approvingly at the bloodied scratch from the creature's claws. "Hey, you actually drew blood with that cut! Good for you."
She swings over E's head, the blade cleaving through the creature then clattering against the wall by Sonya. "Think I got more blood with mine, though."
Seraka moves to pass E. "'scuse me." She scoffs at the blue-tinged creature, her bardiche leaned against her shoulder so the blade almost taps the ceiling. "Eight strikes between the two of you and you only wounded twice? Pitiful." She suddenly chops down at the blue-tinged creature.
"Looks like I'm two-for-two."
Seraka steps up into the space left by Sonya and grins at the closest creature. "Hey. 'sup." Clearly not expecting an answer, she swings her bardiche at him.
No worries! It happens. I'm going to hold off on posting until Sonya moves up (which I'm assuming she will). I'm planning on grabbing my favorite feat again, Phalanx Formation, and hitting stuff from behind her until we can inch in the room more.
Seraka takes the vision of oncoming battle in-stride, immediately calling upon her divine favor in preparation for another melee. "HEY GORUM. You know the deal."
Seraka follows E's shrug with one of her own. "I don't see the dichotomy. Makes sense to me. I've yet to see a woman who wasn't hotter when angry." She clangs her fist against her armored chest. "This woman included, of course."
"Let's keep moving. We can think and walk at the same time."
We'll be here <3
Seraka walks over to the pool, her arms draped over her bardiche. She takes a glance at the pool's contents, but her focus mainly stays with the bird.
She calls out to the bird. "You want to come with us, Birdie?"
Seraka retrieves her dagger in the fallout of the battle. Upon discovery of the bird, she immediately breaks her current task and heads towards it. She kneels down, staring at it. "Well...how long have you been stuck down here, little bird?" Her voice's tone matches that of the disconsolate little creature. She reaches for the chain, maintaining eye contact with the bird. "You want to get out of this horrible place, don't you?"
Seraka's face turns all angles at the quasit's whining. "IMPERIALIST?! I'm half-shoanti and half-orc, a$#**@#. I ain't imperializing s++*." Seraka takes a hand off her bardiche, draws her cold iron dagger, then chucks it at the demon.
Seraka grumbles as the lemure finally disappears. She spits on the ground where it once stood (does fleshy ooze "stand?"). She turns a tired look towards the quasit and regards her throwing spears. She finally sighs and trods over next to Rokan, taking up position next to him like a pikeblock might stand in front of their archers. She casts a quick spell, calling upon Gorum's guidance, and then taps Rokan on the shoulder, passing it along to him. "Hey, Feathers. Gorum says kill that f~~*er."
AoO (if needed):
As she continues to miss, Seraka's frustration mounts. She channels that frustration into powerful swings, but the lack of focus leaves her continuing to miss the mark.
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