Guys, I regret to do this, but real life has become overwhelming on a personal and profesional level, and I need to cut out most of my online gaming. Please work Shenderik out of the game.
My apologies,
Scott / Tarondor / Shenderik
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Shenderik will take the masterwork weapons, figuring those must be worth some money back in town. He'll take one of the (un)holy symbols, too, handling it with distaste. "Anyone know what misbegotten demon this represents?" he asks in his gruff voice.
"What are those things?" grumbles Shenderik. "Are they human?" He goes over and removes a mask to look at them. He then searches the bodies.
Shenderik calmly reloads and fires, as he has trained to do thousands of times.
Shenderik waits for the ideal moment and squeezes the trigger.
Shenderik rushes in, just past Urga and, bringing the rifle to his shoulder, pulls the trigger.
Given our encounters with undead, Shenderik has no intentions of approaching in the night! He waits a little ways off for Billy to signal any discoveries.
Shenderik looks around at his companions, then says "I wouldn't think so. We'll be gearing up and heading over soon."
"We'll go take a look at this sawmill," says Shenderik. "I'm sensing something bigger going on here."
As stoic in battle as he is passionate in most other things, Shenderik reloads and fires with the practiced moves of an automaton.
Shenderik wordlessly reloads and fires, filling the area with smoke and flame.
"Explore," says Shenderik, tamping out his cigar and placing it in his front pocket for later.
Shenderik anticipates returning to Magnimar very soon, so he fills up on cigars if he can find them, tobacco if he can't. He spends some time casting new bullets.
I'm here. Also waiting for the Sheriff to answer Billy.
"What about their bodies?" asks Shenderik. "The heroes of Sandpoint, I mean. We should take 'em back for proper burial."
Shenderik moves up, leaving room for others to fill in behind him. "Torag's Beard!" he says in surprise and, lifting his rifle to his shoulder, fires. <- v. Touch AC
Shenderik takes nothing for himself, though he happily shoulders a large part of the load for later transport to Sandpoint's market (or Magnimar's). "I was thinking of burning the house, too. But even if that would work, I think we'd need to leave it alone for awhile. This 'Aldern Foxglove' worked for some evil brotherhood that intends to sacrifice people. Burning this place might alert hem to his fate. I say we go to his townhouse in Magnimar and wait for the brotherhood to show up, then beat some information out of them."
"What in the Nine Hells happened here?" says Shenderik, re-lighting his cigar. "Was it just me or did those folks seem an awful lot like the description of Sandpoint's heroes?" Shenderik will examine the painting, though he will studiously avoid that weird fungal growth.
Shenderik takes careful aim and squeezes the trigger with the gentleness of a lover. <- v. Touch AC
"Well," says Shenderik, putting out the cigar he had just lit, "I was going to suggest some diplomacy, but I guess it can be delivered in lead with equal eloquence." The dwarf sighs and puts the cigar butt into his coat pocket, then takes aim and fires. <- v. Touch AC
Taking his own advice, Shenderik keeps up his furious pace of fire. <-v. Touch AC
Shenderik steps up and fires, being careful to stay out of Billy's line of fire. "Keep up your fire, lads!" roars the dwarf. "This is the last of 'em!" <-v. Touch AC
Hey, I haven't seen Lua post in almost a month. Anyone know what happened?
"Go down, blast ya!" shouts Shenderik. His dwarven blood pounding in his ears tells him to charge the undead monster with his longaxe. But his mind stays focused, knowing he is far deadlier and more accurate at range. He lets out a breath, aims and squeezes the trigger. <-v. Touch AC
The dwarf continues to blast away at Merisriel, firing for effect.
<-v. Touch AC
With Doc and Lua now moving into his field of fire, Shenderik shifts to the left and changes his aim to the undead elf. <-v. Touch AC
Shenderik continues his ranged assault on Kyra. "Hang in there, Billy!" <- v. Touch AC
Slapping back the bolt, ejecting the cartridge, ramming home a new cartridge, aiming and firing all within a few seconds, Shenderik fires again at Kyra, this time with Deadly aim. <- v. Touch AC
Shenderik calmly shifts aim to Kyra, though he drops Deadly Aim, now that's he's firing through cover. <- v. Touch AC
Seeing Urga in trouble, Shenderik draws a bead on the big fighter (Valeros) and shouts a challenge, then pulls the trigger on his long carbine.
<- vs. Touch AC
Shenderik's action, if he gets one: <- v. Touch AC
Shenderik keeps up a steady fire.
With a trained motion of his solid hands, Shenderik raises the rifle to his shoulder and fires at the evil-looking figures, shouting a wordless challenge.
Shenderik pats Gunner on the shoulder as he passes, though the dwarf must stretch upwards to reach. "Cheer up, pal," he says around his customary cigar. "We're all in this together." The dwarf has no fear of dark underground places and follows with a mostly placid heart.
Shenderik respects Lua's essentially gentle nature, but fears to become entwined in a story unrelated to their quest. "Leave it," he advises gruffly. "It's not who we're after. Ghosties and phantasms aren't our problem."
Shenderik looks about warily. He does not like haunts and spirits and things of the unnatural world. "Let's be moving on, then," he says. I've seen no sign of these heroes we've come looking for."
Shenderik's eyes narrow and he keeps an eye on his friend Billy. Stress can do funny things to a man during combat. Not dwarves, you understand, but men.
Shenderik follow Billy up, sweeping the barrel of his rifle back and forth in an attempt to cover their movement.
Shenderik moves to the western portion of the structure and opens the door cautiously.
"I dub thee Dustbane," says Shenderik, humor doing little to cover the dwarf's nervousness. |