What the...there's sumpin' out there!
Sturion snatches up his hammer and charges in.
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Darkest watch for Sturion. I'll take the darkest. It's when me eyes work best.
Life is what happens when you're busy making plans, or so I've heard.
Sturion charges in with the longhammer:
Sturion immediately starts scanning the area, looking for any evil. Durn WITCHERY! Lookout! Could be witches 'r wicked fey aboot!
Sturion steps forward and jerks a thumb toward the largish man in furs scratching a bear behind his ears. That's th' guy. Hopin' it ain't bad news. He's good folks.
Another witch? I'm cursed, I am! (Looks fine to me. ;) )
I'd love to see what Camris might come up with. Safe to say...we've gamed together. ;)
Sildur was the guy for whatever you needed, and Dru, his bear buddy might have been a youngling, but he was a stout companion in a fight. Them are some mighty big shoes yer lookin' t' fill!
Sturion tromps along at his usual slow but steady pace.
Sturion's ready to go kill evil witchin' things. I'll miss Sildur - your call.
Egads. Dare I?
Ugh.
Without a second thought, Sturion slams the hammer into the gem.
Sturion eyes the gem. Mayhaps we should break it? ...hammer ready...
Sturion slams a nice divot into the floor. Durn thing wiggles in fear too much!
Great work, Thorn! Get the lil' bugger down here where we kin smash it easy-like! Sturion the cheerleader knows limited cheers, but he's enthusiastic, as he gets positioned to swing again.
Ach, a little cold won't hardly stop me! Sturion gets back up and tries hitting from the floor, not sure if he can reach.
And with the last swing, Sturion goes sprawling face first, hammer flipping out of his hands to dent the wall. Sturion looks up at the chair, growling - Kindling!
Rocking on the chair, Sturion gets his balance and swings again (as soon as he can).
Durn CHAIR!
Sturion hops onto the chair, and swings over his head.
Give it yer best shot, then!
Sturion agrees immediately, and swings.
Evil thing!
Ouch, damnit. Somethin' 'round here is playin' games! Sturion spins this way and that.
Sturion walks up to 10' from the doll, gripping his hammer tightly, and tries to determine if the evil is radiating from it.
BE WARY! Mayhap it be a witch queen. Whate're it be, there be great evil hereabouts! Sturion renews the grip on his hammer and mutters prayers his father taught him, and advances cautiously.
Sturion looks at Agatha, completely failing to grasp her point. Ya wouldn't think, now would ye? 'Tis odd. Looking back at the hut - Who be in there? Come to the door, if ye would. Sturion tries a Detect Evil.
Almost dropping the hammer, Sturion stands there, dumbfounded.
+2 if spell or spell-like, +1 if evil spellcaster.
Sturion approaches the shadowy little girl, but stays a distance away. (15' or more) Kin we help ye, missy?
Somethin' strange. Evil's been done here, but no evil is here directly. A curse? Sturion scratches his head and looks around.
Sturion stands fast, looking flabbergasted, and then starts looking around...
You hear it too, eh? More fairy witchin'? Sturion steps up with Urga and looks around, twisting the shaft of the longhammer in his hands.
Expecting that Thorn will have the situation covered, Sturion approaches slowly, longhammer ready.
Sturion switches to axe and shield, preparing to imitate a lumberjack.
Save it in .jpg format, then upload it somewhere. If you look at my games, you can see some linked maps.
Sturion steps back five feet, and whips the hammer hard at the skeleton that scraped his armor.
Scrape on 'AT, ye FOUL THING!
I'd recommend Autorealm...it's how I do my maps.
...for when Sturion closes his mouth.
What'cha figgerin'?
Though not good at this, Sturion keeps his eyes scanning as the group moves.
Meh. Texas heat blows. I may not do anything, after all...but thanks. :)
Just an fyi - the 15th (tomorrow) is the 53rd anniversary of my birth. I make no promises.
Sturion gets a good grip on his hammer, and steps up close to the body, looking around.
I'll be right back. Sturion takes Tom back to the lodge, where he pickets him, and grabs vegetables from storage, placing them within reach...he taps a quick pint, and then hurries back once the mug is dry. He bundles up the stuff he's taking, pulling everything heavy but his armor off, and sends it over on a rope, before slowly, painstakingly crossing the rope bridge himself.
Sturion reaches up to scratch at his beard. Ahh...hmm.
Sturion keeps the crossbow trained at the snowbank, precisely where Izore flew into it. |