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Only one of the beams sears Taran, protected as he is by energies arcane and divine. He drives his hammer forward again over and over, like a smith driving his tool into a piece of metal warm upon the forge.
The smell of dwarf flesh - a bit like roast boar - wafts through the air, but it doesn't do much more then annoy the enlarged dwarf. "Yeah? That it? Come on you coward!"
Taran takes a moment to channel the divinity of Torag, and within the same breath calls upon the god to give him the strength of a bull.
Taran yells the pure cry of the avatar of Torag: he has become the hammer to smash the ill made things of the world! Electricity wreathes his hammer.
The dwarf trundles up with uncharacteristic speed, stopping briefly to summon a shield of faith followed by a furious bull's strength.
"Oh, looks like someone itching to meet their maker. Torag protect me, Torag bless this hammer, Torag " Taran calls out the dual blessing.
The dwarf grabs his ears as they bleed. "Somebody stop that racket. It's like I'm listening to Galtan opera.... what's that piece? Hanging Tough by New Kids on the Block?"
Taran shudders at the deal being struck, but holds his tongue on the matter. "Lets just find hellion and be done with it."
Taran doesn't have much in the way of resources either. The last fight took most of them.
"Ay, maybe the bug needs a remove curse. It's magic a bit beyond what the Lord' o' the forge gifts me with. But a wizard could do it as well, I think."
Oh right, I forgot I was on the interweboblogosphere.
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Taran quaffs a potion, racks a nano canister and sets to healing the party with the hypogun.
"I'm no interested with dealing with a critter that's just going to go back to hunting thinking creatures, especially one that's concerned about their reputation while doing it. You going to stick to beasts if we set free, bug?" he says, abandoning diplomacy.
Thanks for running! I'm okay with your letting this one go. I'd rather not folks be stretched over-thin. Plus, now I can keep my dwarves straight.
Taran draws a battle axe and swings from the below!
Then the bloody dwarf staggers to his feet.
Taran falls to the ground, unconscious.
"I think..." the dwarf grunts as he raises his hammer "...that you like picking on the little guys!" He brings it town on the orc again.
A shower of sparks comes off of Taran's armor, but fails to penetrate. This time, he swings at the smaller orc, to take the heat off Mefindio.
Mef does not appear to make a very fearsome melee combatant.
Taran calls upon his fervor and magic to mend his wounds.
(dwarven)"Use the hypoguns lad" he rumbles to Jorac. He continues his losing battle with the mad she-orc.
"No, stop you damned miscreants! Leave her alone!" Taran channels the last of his sacred energy into his warhammer and swings at the chainsword wielding half-blood.
Taran grunts a bit as the falchion strikes (luckily, it only threatens to cut a major artery). Calling upon the power of Torag again, he alights his hammer once more and strikes at another orc.
Taran grumbles at the wily darkstalker, and instead turns his attentions to the greenskins! His hammer catches fire as he swings.
"Hey now, wouldn't you rather pay attention to me?" Taran thuds the dark stalker, shortly after using fervor to give himself the strength of the bull again.
Taran takes a look around. "Friends, I suppose one of you is going to tell me that I can't stick a hammer into the face of this Hellion thing. I suppose I'll just have to use these troublemakers for a proxy." Taran uses a fervor to cast shield of faith upon himself, and then calls upon higher powers to bless the party.
Taran pauses briefly. "Ah sorry lass, this whole Hellion thing has got me more then a little worked up. Just about lost my head." He applies the wand - first to Libri, then himself.
Taran presses into the complex, throwing open the first door he comes across, full of sound and fury. "And what do we have here?"
Taran looks stunned for a moment. "What the... give me that!" He reaches over to snatch the pistol out of the gnomes hands.
Taran raises a bushy eyebrow at Libri. "You know lass, they're not all bad. Take Nethys for example; he's all about knowledge and channeling the power o' the cosmos. Although... supposedly he's a bit daft from all the power. Errr, scratch that then." Taran shrugs. "Well, we'll always welcome you if you find yourself courting worship of the Smith." -------------------------
As they push on into lower levels, Taran takes the lead again. When the magic assaults him again, he shakes his head in annoyance. "Enough with the damned parlor tricks, Hellion!"
"Ugh! Just as I suspected. Poor folks; apparently this Hellion is a bloody god. I'm glad my folk worship sensible gods; sacrifice to Torag is a day spent in labor on a hard project." he shakes his head as he shrinks back to normal size. "So master Jorac, what'd ya find?"
Taran leans over the pit. "What'cha think is down in here? Looks like a place they might throw sacrifices to this false god of theirs." Taran will use the last of his enlargement to lean over the edge and pick through the rubble, to see if he can find anything of note (bones or otherwise)
Taran laughs gaily and reaches over the henchmen to knock around Nalakai. "Everyone's a critic!"
I'm reading a book right now called "The Epigenetics Revolution". Kind of a primer level pop book on the stuff that gets a little sciency in parts; pretty interesting. A lot of biology experiments sound very mad sciency (insert sex genes where there were never meant to be inserted! Mwahaha).
Taran begins to sing an out of tune song as he wades into the conflict. "Father worked the mine,
Now a hammer I swing
"Huh, I think he's afraid" The dwarf uses one of the technical gewgads to address wounds briefly, before continuing down.
The dwarf scans the room quickly for anything of note and then heads down the left stairwell.
"Why are you calling me a damned ape? And I'll show you service, I'll serve it up..." Taran's retort is cut short as the waves of energy hit him.
"That's enough of this!" Roaring, he falls into a crafter's wrath and starts beating against the walls.
Confirm?
A bite sinks into the dwarf's shoulder, but the pain doesn't seem to slow him down. He simply smashes the hammer head into the troll's skull as it grabs on - awkward but effective.
Taran gives a properly dwarfy shout of battle, turning to fight the troll. He lays fire upon his weapon as he does so, through the divine will of Torag. "Hey greenskin, not so tough when you've got someone your own size, eh?"
Attempting to remove the distraction of lesser foes, Taran moves to strike the remaining ogre, calling upon Torag to send a shield of faith.
Teos swats uselessly at the annoying messenger. |