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Is there something I'm not aware of? ... More importantly, will Grimmy be starting up DoD again soon? And if he is, is there a recruitment for it? And if there was, did I miss it/not make the cut? I hope I made it in, I had high hopes for my reserved, honorable, LG barbarian.
Talric finally dots, then promptly collapses due to take nine points of Con damage :P
@Viskous: I'm actually taking a long hiatus from Tales of Agartha: The Avalon Chronicles right now. If we are to put our best faces on, I'd suggest looking at my human barbarian, Talric of the Northlands, and my super-silly slightly insane able-to-break-the-fourth-wall catgirl character, Eoko Sandwalker. She was designed for a super-silly campaign called Adventuring Lime, in which the style is extremely similar to the show. But, if you want it to be serious, check out Talric. He's extremely solemn and noble, and he tries the shepherd the entirely neutral party.
Talric was struck by the agonizing pain for the first few seconds of the alien slime's attack, then he fumbles for his earthbreaker and desperately scrapes off the slime. At which point he falls down, breathing hard. "Can..." *pant* "you heal me..." *pant* "like Ghaelja, Mikka?" It is quite obvious that the big man is in far worse shape than Ghaelja, and your spell would barely start to mend the damage done to him.
Excited about the new FGG release, Grimmy?
For classified reasons, I will be gone for a week. [REDACTED] is calling me over to his [REDACTED] even now, so I must go. Hey, stop doing that with your [REDACTED]! If any Daleks come to your door, it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!
Talric runs after the captain, catching up. His earthbreaker thunders through the air in a mighty overhand swing...
Talric swings mightily with enough force to knock a hardy hobgoblin out.
Talric AoO Talric swings mightily at the captain as he comes by, hoping to bring him down.
Unfortunately, he overswings, and the captain ducks under the blow. Round Two Talric rushes at the captain, seeming to move impossibly fast in his armor.
BEFORE "PROTOCOL B" Talric nods. "Perhaps they do know of the Dice. Shall we-" WHEN THE BANDITS BOLT Talric curses in the language of his tribe and runs to catch up. He goes into his trance again, and attacks the lieutenant, hoping to knock him unconscious to question him.
Talric shrugs. "Judging from what the druidess was saying, I think they already know about the blight-although they don't want to divulge that information with us. They probably know as much as the druidess does, and seeing that she is traveling with us, we can probably ask her as we continue through this place."
Talric breathes a sigh of relief as more of his wounds close up. "Thank you, Mikka. That was much appreciated." Shouldering his massive hammer, the Northlander rumbles "We should leave soon. The sooner we find the Dice, the sooner we earn our freedom."
Talric bows his head. "Indeed. I know that such losses can be devastating, especially in adverse conditions. Hopefully, I can find a way to cure this blight. It may spread beyond this wilderness and into settlements, and we need to stop it before that happens."
Talric nods, blood bleeding profusely all across his body. "Yes, we would. I do not relish the taking of life. These men will go on to Valhalla, although their time on this earth was cut short." The massive Northlander sighs heavily, and says "You probably will not grant this request, but may we rest here? My wounds need healing, and I do not wish to go up against whatever monsters dwell here while at half strength."
Talric looks around warily, and goes towards Christoff's voice, and the light. He then draws his earthbreaker and waits.
Talric fumbles his journal away back in its sack, then asks warily "Christoff? What sorcery is this?"
At the bandits' surrender, Talric falls to his feet, breathing heavily. The massive Northlander has blood running all down his armor, and his two large gashes on his face: one on his cheek, one above his eye, drowning part of his vision in a river of red. Painfully, Talric takes one of the potions he had been issued and drained it, it's contents pouring down his throat.
Slowly, and with a groan, Talric gets up as his wounds close. He nods toward the bandits. "I accept your surrender. You fought valiantly, and did your ancestors proud." He stumbles back into the central chamber and leans against the wall, groaning. "That was hard fought, my friends. Our ancestors smile upon us this day." He then takes out a (thankfully) unsoiled leather book and a chunk of graphite, and begins writing in it.
Talric roars as one of the longspears pierces his defense, and steps forward and attacks one of the bandits.
ROUND SIX Talric yanks the arrows out of his armor and charges up the incline at one of the bandits, swinging around his hammer to deflect any more bow shots.
ROUND FIVE Talric notices the slight inclie, and smiles. This would give more weight to his charge. Surveying the quickly decaying phalanx, Talric charges at Orange.
ROUND FIVE Talric rushes towards the bandits.
OD&D Elf would, in my opinion, probably be a magus. And, also, hi! I'm a player in DoD right now, will hopefully go into VotS.
ROUND FOUR Talric runs at the bandits, roaring "Come back and fight us, cowards! At least have the courage to die a warrior's death!"
Mechanics: Move toward the Bandits, Swift to yell challenge, and Standard to Intimidate.
ROUND THREE As Talric deflects the blows with his hammer, dodges the points of weapons, a d chuckles in amusement as the brigands futilely whack against his armor, Talric sees that they are no major threat. Ending his trance, Talric temporarily droops as the strenuous muscle control provided by the stance fatigues him, but then continues pushes the assault. He attempts a loud roar to scare the bandits.
Which sounds quite silly.
I'm not afraid if this module. I played through Keep on the Borderlands, And I actually survived the Minotaur maze, killed a high priest of the Devil Cult of Two-Horns, and defeated Two Horns himself. At 5th level. (He was a horned devil, no fooling. Our DM didn't expect us to survive.)
Yay! I'm contributing!
Did you guys see the entry I made?
ROUND TWO Talric seems to tense, leaning into a more naturally athletic stance. His muscles seem to be going for full potential, and the way he suddenly springs forward denotes the Northlander utilizing his economy of movement to his full advantage. However, focusing entirely on the offense, there are some holes in Talric's defense.
With a sudden motion, Talric brings down his hammer upon the nearest brigand with skullcrushing force.
Round 1 Talric steps in to the hallway, and upon seeing just how many attackers there are, shifts into a defensive stance. "I need some backup here!" Talric yells over his shoulder, and shifts into a defensive stance and starts swinging wildly to make him a hard target to hit.
Once the door has been smashed open, Talric steps aside to allow Pharnox to take his shots.
After looking at his chosen direction, Talric turns to Christoff. "The door seems to be barred. Me and Grokar can probably break it down, though. And if somebody is blocking a door, that generally means that there's something they want protected inside. If the Die is indeed a powerful artifact, it's probably a safe bet that we can get to it through that door." Hearing the footsteps, Talric turns toward his comrades. "It sounds like people are trying to get into formation behind the door. I suggest we interrupt them before they descend on us." Turning to the door, Talric starts smashing it with his hammer.
Everybody can now tell that Talric is on full alert mode after Pharnox said that. With a smooth, practiced motion, the Northlander draws his massive hammer. "If somebody is watching us, I suggest that we get moving before whoever's watching us gets a chance to set up an ambush." Taking out his waterskin, Talric spins it on the ground.
It points to the left. "Left it is, then," Talric says. "Do you wish to waste more precious time gawking at the peephole, or are we going to get a move on?"
Talric turns at the sound of Pharnox's voice. Seeing the drow focusing intently at the wall, Talric asks "Is there something wrong with the painting on the wall?
No, but did you add me to the site? I'm not sure if you did, let me check..
Hey, Grimmy, mind if I write campaign journals? And will you run with the good writing/good IC view in journals=experience?
"I am Talric of the Northlands, Ghae. Although the others may not abide under the same code as I do, I am honor-bound to serve Fraujaz Killian for letting us go." At the mention of a blight, Talric startles. As Ghaelja looks at his face, she can see unpleasant memories flash across his face. "Another plague struck my homeland about sixteen seasons prior. It killed the moose and bears, and starved my people. We perservered, although we lost many elders, women, and children that day. I am sure that here, people have... What do you call them? 'Farms?' That keep their food safe. But if the blight spread, it would be disastorous. You are welcome to come with us, Ghae, and I will help you in any way I can to help stop the spread of this blight."
Talric turns to Killian. "We will return with the Die, Fraujaz Killian." Giving a nod of the head towards Killian-the Northlands equivalent of a bow-Talric beckons toward his companions and begins striding down the stairs.
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