Readying myself, I wait for the dragon to return and once it is in reach, I start sending out arrow upon arrow into its path as it comes on.
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Thanks all for the kind words. Hard times indeed
This morning 0435 local time, my wife of 21 years passed away in her sleep at the age of 46. She will be missed very much, but her suffering is at an end.
Hello all, Just a heads up: wife had an MRI yesterday and the tumor had grown signifcantly despite the chemo therapy. So, chemo has been stopped and neither radiation therapy nor surgery are considered viable options. We are now pursuing leads about treatments in the US, where friends have suggested several options that look promising. Please bot my character when needed to speed up the game
Still circling around in the air above the giants a satisfied smile creeps onto my face when I see the first giant fall. Looking around for my next target, I see one of the giants already seriously booded. Retrieving the next series of arrows from my quiver, I unleash yet another storm of arrows.
Suppressing a cry of pain "Yikes, that was entirely too close. And it hurts!" I taunt the giant, trying to make it angry enough to miss with his next throw. "That the best you can do? You sure you're one of those feared hill giants? The ones that can so accurately throw rocks? Maybe you're some sort of watered-down bloodline? I mean, my dead mother could throw harder than you just did. Maybe we should raise her and ask her to teach you? What do you think? Or is thinking beyond your meager abilities as well?"
Leaving the flying to the giant owl, my hands move quickly and precisely as they send a storm of arrows towards one of the giants
Back :-)
Great! Looking forward to continuing
Not waiting for Shaylar I hope. Already posted what I was going to buy.
[dice=rolling for Shaylar, in the interest of momentum]1d20+1
Speaking up in support of the case made by the others, I look at Lord Jarmaath as the one to make the final decision: "We have no cavalry, at least not in the number required to put a serious dent in the horde's numbers and we would be wasting a lot of lives if we were to meet the horde outside the city walls. Let them break their teeth on the stones and then we can pick them off from the battlements. We must make them fight on our terms, not the other way around for therein lies certain defeat."
Not very much at ease in human cities, I keep mostly to myself and the close group of friends. When we reach the keep and are finally led before the council, a sneer of disdain curls around the cormers of my mouth and my eyes turn cold when I recognize everything I have come to detest in humans in the persona of Lady Kaal. Much as there may be a kind of animosity between elves and dwarves, at least the dwarf Harek is open and honest and has proven himself to be a friend to be counted on. When Lord Jarmaath greets us and shakes my hand, I let the sneer fade, to be replaced by a warm smile as I see the honesty and earnestness in the man's eyes. " Almost correct, Lord. But it's Kallanereth, with a short 'e', not a long one. But Shaylar suffices." Stepping back, I let my gaze wonder over the others assembled in the room and give a quick wink at Soranna, even though she didn't seem to be interested in me, back in Drellin's Ferry.
Hit points level 10:
Brooding over our encounter with the Lich, I am glad to see the rest of my friends are also of a mind to once again visit the undead abomination and put an end to his reign. But that will ahve to wait until the threat of the Red Hand has been dealt with. As we travel eastward, we are once again reminded that the Horde is not the only threat. All of a sudden Aleste is under attack and without even contiously thinking about it, I leap into action, my hands moving in a blur, speed even further augmented as Helakuu's spell takes hold.
Sorry for my late reply. I am on vacation at the moment. Shaylar would like to have the +2 rapier and the deed to Vrath Keep (if there are no legal heirs to that place).
Yes! Lead on
Sorry to hear about the computer problem Nick. I do understand time restraints only too well myself. But if Aleste is willing to take over, I'm happy to continue.
On edge and not trusting the lich for one bit, I pay close attention when he speaks a word of power and a slight smile touches the corners of my mouth. Speaking in a friendly tone, but at the same time letting my friends know as well what spell the lich cast: "I know you are a very powerful spell-caster, but you might want to shield your eyes from the glow of all our magical items."
Pushing down my aversion to all things undead, I stand beside Ambrose, nodding in agreement with the knight's words. "Indeed, we do not need to be adversaries."
"Yeh daft tent'cle monstahs picked da wrong team a' strong an' tough 'venturers! Now ye're gon' be dead-dead fer real!"
Seeing both Ambrose and Harek standing their ground, I quickly survey the battle and realize that Aleste is in trouble.
Fang is growling by my side, rearing up to attack, but from what I've heard about the bonedrinkers, the wolf would probably be an easy victim, no matter how fierce a fighter he is and I quickly tell my companion to stay by my side and guard our rear. Then I unleash another furious storm of arrows at the undead monsters.
Seeing Ambrose once again in the thick of the fight and Harek fighting for his life in the clutches of the monster, I offer up a quick prayer to my Goddess: "Dear Lady Ehlonna, guide my arrows true. Once more we face undead monstrosities, abominations against nature. Help us slay them." My hands move in a blur as more arrows, crackling with lightning, streak from my bow, towards the bonedrinker that's trying to kill our new dwarven friend.
Fang's fur bristles and a low growl emanates from deep within his chest when the monsters start crawling out of the openings. Seeing both Harek and Ambrose take up defensive positions and blocking the monsters from reaching the rest of us, I tell Fang to stay by my side and watch for other threats, while my hands move in a blur and the first two arrows, crackling with electrical energy, is hurtling towards the closest creature before I've finished talking to my wolf companion.
"Thanks Aleste, I'll be sure to put them to good use."
Turning my head towards Harek, I cock an eyebrow in mock seriousness: "And what's wrong with light and fancy elfy stuff, good sir dwarf? Why bother with all that heavy stuff? Light stuff is the way to go if y'ask me. Why take a beating when you can just dance out of the way?" Seeing Harek's frown, I start laughing, letting some of the tension from the previous battles drain away. "So, where to now?"
"Off course we don't mind, Ambrose. Unless Harek disagrees, but I doubt that. Go ahead and keep it. The better protected you are, the better we're off as a group." Slapping my leg with a hand, I whistle soft and low: "Fang, come here boy." Getting some dried meat from my pack, I hold it out to the wolf and feed him the morsels of dried venison, a smile on my face as I see my furry friend obviously enjoying the food.
"Wow! That was close, Ambrose. I think that full plate armor you mentioned might indeed be a good idea. However, if we run into more of these lightning-throwing b*%~&es you might wanna reconsider. You'd be a walking lightning magnet." Listening to the descriptions of what we found in the ways of loot from the slain monsters, I look up when the belt and the arrows are mentioned. "If you guys don't mind, I would like to take that belt and the arrows. Couldn't hurt if I were able to do some extra damage and being able to do so with even more accuracy would be great. And by all means, Leonar, take that rod.
Seeing Ambrose getting hit again by a lightning bolt, I realize the Lion of Brindol must be close to collapsing from the massive hurt being inflicted upon him. "Get back, Ambrose. We'll handle this!" In a flash of movement another series of arrows shoots towards the hobgoblin female.
With the doors open, I am able to see that there's more enemies waiting in the adjoining room than what I thought from the sounds I heard before. The dire rat sure is a surprise. But that doesn't stop me from unleashing a hail of arrows at the hobgoblin caster. "Fang, draw away that rat if you can!"
Ignoring my wounds for now, I quickly check over Fang to see about his wounds. Calling on Ehlonna, I quickly cast a spell on the wolf to heal some of his wounds Once done, I turn m attention towards the closed doors and make my way over, listening intently to see if can determine the direction of the chanting from behind the doors , indicating to my friends where I think the hobgoblin priest will be standing.
Glad to see he's doing okay now. Take your time to catch up; we'll wait :-)
Ignoring the pain of the Hellhound's bite, I lay into the beast once more, right on top of Harek's attack, grateful to have that dwarven engine of destruction on our side.
Visions of Fang nearly dying in an earlier confrontation, my blood starts to boil and, ignoring my own wounds, I draw my enchanted longsword and lay into the hellhound fighting my wolven friend.
Saw it only just now, so I'm a little late (to balance the early birth :-) ) Congratulations and best wishes for a bright future for the little one.
"Wow, he's no slouch in cleaning up that gobbo scum. Looks almost like he hates them even more than I do. And he sure is efficient, taking their heads with that axe of his. Works even better than my sword. Raising my sword to my forehead I salute the dwarf as he expedites the fallen enemies to their afterlife, before returning the blade to its scabbard again. The sound of approaching danger triggers me into readiness, my bow and several arrows appearing in my hands as if by magic.
"As master Harek so eloquently put it: "Die, Gobbo scum!"" With a few swings of my sword, I do my best to kill off the remaining attacker.
With the hobgoblin suddenly showing up beside me, I opt for attacking with my sword instead of the magic missile I'm holding ready. With a battle-cry to match Harek's, I slice at the monster looming next to me with two quick strikes.
"Good call, Harek." Straining my ears as well as my other senses, I try to pinpoint the location of the attacker that nearly hit me in the face with his chain.
Seeing the dwarf's hand move towards Fang and then retreat, a smile creeps onto my face. "It's okay Harek, Fang won't bite friends."
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