Tollo frowns, disappointed.
"Doesn't even know the cool spells..."
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Tollo urges Loges forward.
Tollo immediately pulls his shirt up over his mouth and nose. "Yellow mold! Don't breathe it in! We can kill it with fire if we have to, but I don't know if it's worth it..."
"That scheme would rely more on your stealth than my sword arm." "If their security is as bad as the Gormianites, it might not. Just smash and grab, maybe throw a spare dog mask or something on the floor to throw 'em off." "Regardless, we gotta find another bee first before we can work that out."
Once back inside the pyramid, Tollo whispers to the others conspiratorially. "So... are we gonna steal a bee for those guys? Maybe we steal a bee from one of the other groups- hopefully without being seen- and then we could, uh, present ourselves to the guys we burgled and offer to steal one for them in exchange for, you know, wealth to bring back to civilization. Or for help in getting outta here."
I will stick around as long as the game is rolling. Also- as a heads up, I likely won't be posting until Thursday this week since I have a Book Expo booth the help set up for my job. Sorry if that causes a hold up!
Tollo shrugs.
Tollo winds his crossbow, a sour look on his face. "I meant to get the buzzard, but I guess the cactus will do."
Tollo doesn't know the first thing about seeking out prey, but he does know how to be quiet and shoot his crossbow at anything that looks edible.
Heads up! I am gonna get out of town tomorrow to celebrate my birthday and be best man at my friend's wedding! So my posting will likely slow down until Monday!
Tollo pulls up his hood to cover his freshly cut head from the sun. "Whatever they were meant for- they'll fetch a pretty penny once we're outta here. Gotta think about the future, that's what my cousin Yollo always said..."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm not gonna mess with his ashes.", Tollo says, putting the urn back in the sarcophagus. "Let's explore down here while we're in the area.", he says, indicating the north hallway.
Tollo holds a second before opening the jar.
"GAAAH!", Tollo shouts, ducking for cover. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he gives the dwarf jack in the box a frustrated shove.
Tollo shrugs and starts to slide the lid off the coffin. "... ain't leavin' empty-handed...", he mutters.
Tollo halfheartedly searches for magical traps on the jars in the corners. "Are these supposed to have, like, organs and stuff in 'em? Or is that someplace else? I mean, it's pretty gross either way."
Tollo motions to the coffin.
Tollo thoroughly examines the coffin. "We opening funny man's coffin, then?", the irritated halfling says.
Tollo gnashes his teeth.
Tollo accepts the help up, dusting himself off even though he's already thoroughly dusty and filthy from the crawlspace of slime.
After Bolgar descends below, Tollo rubs his hands together.
Tollo tumbles onto his feet, giving Timbur a death glare. ”Personal space mean anything to you, guy?”
"Zargon, huh? The evil unicorn guy, right?"
His handy ten-foot pole in his hands, Tollo motions for the rest of the party to fall back. Then, from ten feet away, holding the pole at roughly shoulder level, he presses the button with the pole.
Tollo looks at the others, then shrugs and knocks on the door instead of pushing the button. "Maybe there's some different masked weirdos in here..."
Tollo rubs his hands together.
He sighs.
”Is anyone going to be pissed that we killed their stirges? Do we want to just grab what we can and close the doors?”
With Loges going in to color spray the stirges, Tollo backs himself into the corner next to the doorway and fires at the fourth stirge not caught in the color spray.
Tollo runs for the door.
Once the party is in the hall, he slams shut the doors and dumps the sand from the urn across the floor. He kicks the sand to block the crack under the door. ”Maybe that will, uh, slow it down... more?”
Tollo retreats from the crack in the ceiling.
”TOO SLOW, SLIME! YA HEAR ME YA GOOP THING?!”
Tollo shrugs.
He tosses his grappling hook to the opening in the ceiling and climbs up there.
Tollo loads his crossbow and opens the door.
”Eh. History’s nice and all, but I want to know about recent events.”, Tollo says. ”Unless you want to continue your streak of beginners’ luck, Loges, I say we let the talking roaches enjoy their treasure trove of hair that we didn’t need anyways.”
"Rich boy doesn't want to put his skin in the game, as usual. Fine. Let's go find your dog lady, Tamru.", Tollo says, leaving the bug people to their piles of hair.
"Aren't you all about knowledge, Loges? You've still got plenty of hair left, after all."
With a withering glare, Tollo starts shearing. ”That’s MISTER Giant to you.”
Tollo manages to get it surprisingly even all the way around, considering that he’s cutting blind.
"Wow, thanks for that Timbur. Way to bring the room down."
"Your mother would disagree, Timbur." "I certainly wouldn't know *anything* about cheating- it's just that my gigantic brain must be finding new ways to enliven this little diversion of yours.", he says, rolling it again.
Tollo settles on a strategy of ambiguous body language, gyrating and flinging his limbs while he rolls during the ritual so as to have plausible claim for a re-roll should his results be under the etuvian's.
"Oh, dear. Good thing I twirled in the incorrect direction that time..."
As Tollo doesn't speak Kellish, he indicates his entire head of hair and pantomimes a pair of scissors. "Tell 'em I'll put it all on the line!"
"Oh, they want your beard Bolgar. Don't worry, you can contribute.", Tollo says, "helpfully".
Tollo blows on his knuckles after the Kellish speaking companions explain the situation.
With a flick of the wrist, he sends the bone dice scattering from the gourd.
Tollo grimaces in disgust, backing away from the room. "This place is awful."
"Careful, boys: this might be *sacred* garbage.", Tollo adds.
Tollo audibly gnashes his teeth.
Tollo reloads and fires at the last bee standing.
Tollo dashes into the room and under Tamru's legs, firing his crossbow at the bee attacking Bolgar and Horek through the cage.
My roll20 ID is under my real name and Paizo board name- James Keegan. I'll move the token when I get a few spare minutes at work.
"Probably the wasps or bees that killed this guy. Watch out for poison.", Tollo says, poking the fallen goblinoid with his foot.
Tollo deposits the bronze pectoral into his pack and snatches up his crossbow. "Door positions?"
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