Really sorry to hear that. I hope you bounce back soon.
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Tarn, who was in no way injured, shrugged. ”Aye, makes sense. Get everyone patched up, as gold is of no use to us dead. We’ll get it so yer blood stays inside where it belongs, and then let’s tackle this place right proper.” He said with a smile.
Likewise work is brutal (I’m an attorney. Had a promotion recently. That’s great! The work is harder. That’s not great). Also in-laws will be moving in. Immigration plus redoing our basement and more…it’s a lot. All of my games have fallen hard, and to be honest I’ve been thinking of just dropping gaming altogether. I really do apologize for my lack of posting. If the game continues I’ll be here. It is a great campaign and I do enjoy it…it’s just life is hard. :p
Tarn winced. Walking face first into traps was the only way he knew of finding them. He had really hoped that Argyri‘a skills would have served the half-elf better.
Tarn gave a giant grin. "That's because ye can see up high and I down low." He said, pleased at the unexpected kind words. He put every fiber of his being into proving Argyri correct.
Tarn raised his weapon...and it was over. With a harumph he spat at where the ghosts once were and consoled himself that they obviously were not worthy of his attention.
"Could well work. I'll hold the rear then. Can burn any who try to ambush us. Well, at least once." Tarn said.
"Aye, on we go! Place must be close to cleared out. Let's see what's behind this closed door."
Tarn pulled pieces of paper out of his beard, which had been filled by the explosion. He had thought about making a quip, but thought better of it when he saw the tear on Drusilla’s cheek.
Returned from overseas! Was welcomed back warmly by work, with lots to do, and some unexpected family medical issues and the sad reality that my computer is fully dead (only posting via phone until I buy a new one). Will catch up with the game as soon as possible.
Lvl 6 Warlock
Genie Bonus: Bludgeoning Resistance, and
You can use this bonus action a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.”
”Looks like we are done here!” Tarn said. ”Nice and empty. Wine cellars, some decent loot. Let’s get some rest and get ready to report the good news.” The dwarf said happily, and far too optimistically.
Tarn nudged their prisoner and added in ”Maybe consider coming to our town, aye? Train up the militia? Got some good ale back home. Better than ye’d find in this place, aye?”
”Did a damned good job training them I’d say. Some of those lads hit like a runaway cart.” Tarn added.
Posting in from China. WiFi where I am is as slow as dialup. Frustrating. My apologies for slow posting rate while here
"Look, are we letting the lad go? Don't think that we're being paid to kill him. But...if he runs off, he could just take our boat?" Tarn wasn't happy. A simple job was getting complicated. He hoped that someone else knew the best course of action, and that doing so would be simple enough to do immediately.
Tarn, who had come in as quietly as dwarvenly possible, stood behind the man. He listened intently for any sign of decit.
Being surprisingly quiet, Tarn went with Argyri to ambush the ambusher. He was ready to join in the attack, as evidenced by the smile on his face.
Tarn was quite glad to take a rest. He idly played with his ring, feeling a warm glow infuse him as the minutes wore on. Before long, he felt as good as new. The horror of nearly dying fading and the lure of gold to be earned already driving him onwards.
I'm here! Generally burned out...so my apologies for any absence on my part.
Wounded? Yes
Unable to get into grips with the enemy due to the choke point, Tarn willed his hammer to change shape into a longbow. Getting into position to fire, he was ready to do what he could. If the enemy wanted to hold positions, he would make them pay.
Tarn really wished that he had more magic left in him. Something to get in the way of the blades that would certainly be coming at them. Nodding, he pulled out a potion and chugged it down.
”Right. Let’s do this.” Feeling much better be prepared to lead the charge.
114 damage and the brute was dead! Woo! When this fight is over, would you mind sharing his stats? I'm curious to see what it is that we beat.
Tarn stayed on his feet...just barely. His pride kept him on his feet, as he was unwilling to go down again right after his comrades had got him back up. Glaring at the veteran whose blade was stuck in his side, he raised his hammer...and swung it at the man's companion. If he thought this was a duel then he was sorely mistaken. The only way they were going to survive is if they fought as a team, and that meant using their numbers to bring the enemies down.
Feeling woozy from blood loss, it was only due to the ministrations of Badger and Kwin that Tarn was able to get to his feet. He swung his hammer, more out of desperation than anything else, hoping to take the enemy down before that damnable spear could skewer him again.
So the little idiot lives! Great. I’ve done too much Pathfinder it seems
The leader attacks Tarn three times with a spear.
3 hits. 29 wounds. Tarn was at 12. I think he is dead. Is this so? If so…can I make a new character? Also his last act will be a hellish rebuke. Uses his last spell slot to do some more damage before he dies.
Tarn took a solid hit from the spear, unable to defend against the flurry of blows. If not for his armor he’d have been easily skewered. Still, the solid plate gave him the ability to take the attacks and to return with one of his own, giving (almost) as good as he got.
Tarn stumbled back, surprised by the speed of the spear. The blade cut through his defenses and into him. Bleeding, he swept his hammer around in an arc. Less deadly than before, it at least bought him time and space to recover.
Tarn gave a half shrug. "Right. Ye'll die then." He swept low with his hammer and then brought it up and around, connecting with the man's head.
Tarn gave the door a solid shove, forcing it open.
As we are going underground: “Deep Miner: You’re used to navigating the deep places of the earth. Actually, you never got lost either in the caves or in the mines suppose you have seen an accurate map of them or else have been through them before. Furthermore, you have capability to scrounge fresh water and also the food for yourself and also as many as five other people each and every day suppose if you’re in a mine or else natural caves.” He also has tools: Mason, which represents his background as a miner. Not sure if this will come up, but as we are underground I figured that I’d throw it out.
Tarn peered down into the darkness, his face suddenly serious. "Place is collapsed. Poorly built. Down there may well be the same. I'll take point. If I say we get out, we get out. A cave-in will kill us faster and more efficiently than any skeleton, aye?"
Tarn grinned as he dusted off the skeletal remains from himself. It felt good to tangle with enemies that seemed designed to be weak against his strengths. ”Think that was all they have? I can almost count the gold!” He said as he followed Badger.
Grinning as he fought, Tarn didn't even notice the skeleton behind him as it swung it's weapon at him. The weapon never connected. Rather, ice and frost formed on it, causing it to literally freeze in it's tracks. Moving on, the dwarf continued to swing him hammer about wildly, obviously enjoying himself.
Thirsting Blade
You can attack with your pact weapon twice, instead of once, whenever you take the Attack action on your turn.
Tarn laughed heartily as the skeletons blocked their way. Hammer in hand he surged forth, early tripping on the loose sand, before engaging the nearest one. ”Easy gold!” He declared as he swung.
”Right! This is any different than picking the right tunnel, aye? I can do this. It’s just like dodging kobolds an’ gobbos!” The dwarf said with (probably misplaced) optimism.
"But...they'd never expect us in the dark, aye?" Tarn said. "Go in at night, only an idiot would do that. Those pirates would be caught flat-footed, aye? And it's not like the undead care one bit. Skeletons don't even have eyeballs. It just means that they be extra spooky."
”Lets go then! Straight to the beach, dance with the undead and walk right into the abbey. A good workout and right fast. What do ye all say?”
Best of luck!
”Gold! No spiders! I can buy an artifact of power!” Tarn said, bubbling over with excitement. He barely even listened to what the job was. ”Lets get going now.” He grinned.
For two months, Tarn tormented his kinsmen with his singing. "Brothers of the mine rejoice!
It was fine at first. With enough to drink, a few even sang with him. But his joy at being underground again did not let up... "Born underground
A few of the older dwarves 'leaked' rumors to him, of great veins that lay untouched in the deeper mines. Something which he went towards with gusto. Unfortunately, his songs continued to echo through the tunnels, filling the dark with his joy and mirth. When his damnable cheerfulness didn't subside, it became clear what the old grumblers had to do. They had to keep an eye out for another adventure so that Tarn might go bother someone else. So when Argyri was summoned by the Mariner's Guild, the more crotchety longbeards were quick to bring the news to Tarn's attention. There was no way that they could allow him to stay behind. A few of the beardlings had taken to singing as they worked as well, and they could not imagine the consequences of letting his disease of the mind spread to a new generation.
Ready! And yeah, level 5 is huge. It’s such a power spike for most classes
Tarn will waste time, drinking and wandering about. Until he gets bored after a few days, and ends up rejoining his clansmen in working the mines. This will be to keep himself busy, to feel a sense of belonging, and to break even on living expenses (he has his eye on a rare magic item).
Profile is updated. I think that my plan right now is to save up for a Flame Tongue weapon. It should stack with his invocation, making it a good choice for him.
Tarn was as happy as he could be...he was rich! So rich! That was, until he talked to Luz. As it turned out, he would have been able to buy a magical artifact of legend...if he had not spent so much on enchanting his armor and clothing before. He had been so close to being able to truly show off and to become a legend himself. So, so close. If only he had not spent so much gold! So he did the only sensible thing. He consoled himself by buying a bag of holding. Luz merely had to tell Tarn about how it could hold nearly anything. That he could put all of his heavy plate armor in it, and carry it all around as if though it weighed nothing. That he could carry all of his gold and platinum without anyone knowing it was there, so that he wouldn't be a target for pickpockets. How he could carry as much loot as he wanted (within reason), so that in the future he could afford what he really wanted. So Tarn, in the interest of saving his gold, immediately and without hesitation spent more of it on the bag. It was an investment! He would have been a fool not to.
Weird, I keep typing in 1d4500 and it comes out as 1d1001
Let’s try 1d2000
So that’s the max that can be rolled.
Can’t afford that. Let’s try for an uncommon magic item.
Buying a bag of holding —— Lvl 5!
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