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I don’t think I’ve ever died in a PbP before, but in my IRL group we usually reroll at low/mid levels and resurrect at higher ones (when our characters are more important to the campaign and also resurrects are more affordable). I’m absolutely not opposed to rerolling, I love making new characters, although it does seem like Thakus filled a much-needed spot in the party. Then again, bringing in a new character might give you (GM) an opportunity to do it in a way you like better.
Thakus pushes himself to his feet, preparing to lunge at the dog— but in his weakened state, the dog finds an opening, and Thakus’s yell is cut short as the dog tears into his throat. With a curse on his lips, he collapses to the ground and breathes his last.
Thakus pushes himself to his feet. If I’m going to die, let it not be from the ground.
Thakus touches a hand to his holy symbol. Healing energy washes over everyone in the room, including, unfortunately, their enemies.
Thakus groans. Barely conscious, he mumbles the words of a healing spell from the floor.
For the second time today, Thakus succumbs to the pain of his wounds-- this time, though, they're much more serious. Stabilize:
The half-orc continues swinging at the nearest dog.
I really hate these things. Thakus turns his sword on the dogs.
Thakus grabs for his sword and pushes himself to his feet. "I lied."
Unfortunately, he's still so blurry from the pain of his wounds that his strike goes wide.
GM: Thakus regains consciousness in front of a woman he doesn't recognize and three dogs he certainly does. He grunts, and winces at the pain in his chest the movement causes. So these goblins are more than just a random raiding party. They've got help.
He spits out a mouthful of blood. Dying in battle was the best death he could have hoped for, but that, it seems, has been taken from him. His only hope is to goad her into giving it back. "Just me. Goblins got nothing on a Gorumite."
Unable to avoid the dog's next attack, Thakus succumbs to the pain of his wounds and slumps to the ground. Stabilize:
Thakus forces the first fear effect away, but is caught off-guard when suddenly attacked. He growls through the pain and fear, his sword flashing with magic.
"Magical daggers?" Thakus is too distracted to notice the shifting shadows, or really much of anything. On a statue? "Either that's a lot of gold going to waste, or the statue is more than a statue. Either way, I think we'd be better off taking them." He goes up to the statue and tries to pull out the fiery kukri on the left.
"I dunno, but this seems like a good place to start."
Thakus grunts in laughter. "Huh. So even among goblins, the oldest profession is alive and well. No, I only have one way of making sure they never leave."
Thakus wipes the blood off his sword. "Sorry I couldn't dispatch them sooner. I'm still trying to get faster with my strikes."
Thakus tries to swing at the goblin, but it ducks under his sword. Curses!
Against a seemingly neverending line of goblins between himself and Brand, one at a time, Thakus strikes them down.
"Brand!" Thakus tries to beat a path to his ally.
Bolstered by Azadi, Thakus trues again against the closest goblin.
Thakus moves forward and strikes at the nearest goblin.
Before the goblins have time to react, Thakus thrusts his sword forward in a skewering motion.
Thakus moves into the room, ready to strike.
Badly wounded, Thakus takes a swipe at the goblin when presented the opportunity. Then, using the respite, he mumbles a word of healing to close some of his wounds.
"Neat trick." Thakus charges forward. "Let's see if you can do it again!"
With the last grunt down, Thakus turns his attention to the leader at last-- specifically toward the lizard-mount that took a chunk out of him.
Thakus twists out of the reach of the big(ger) goblin, but not before taking a nasty bite from its lizard. Cursing himself for his slowness, he lashes out at the remaining lackey goblin, opting for a more careful swing instead of a reckless one.
At once embarrassed at his failure and grateful that his enemy can't retaliate, he swings again.
Barely pausing to think, Thakus turns his blade on the last goblin near him in a sweeping blow.
Unfortunately, after two swings his balance is off. Stupid. A wrong move like that back home might have cost him a broken rib. Fear fills his eyes for a brief second, unsure whether these goblins are skilled enough to punish his mistake.
In one swift motion, Thakus turns his blade on another goblin. Knowing Gorum's magic doesn't last long, he conserves the rest for the chieftain.
Thakus rushes forward, his large blade cutting through the air. He mutters a word of prayer to enhance his sword with Gorum's divine might.
Thakus pauses, sword in hand. "These are targets, right?" he asks his allies, waiting for permission to strike.
"I'm Thakus. Warrior-priest." He eyes Brand, suddenly insecure. Though he's nearly twice the dwarf's height, that only means he's further from the ground and easier to topple. A human like Azadi poses little threat from what he can see, but Thakus long ago learned to respect those who know their way in a fight. He looks away and studies the floor. "How many have you found?"
"Sandcliff," Thakus responds, also surprised. The muscular half-orc instinctively reaches for the greatsword across his back before remembering he and Azadi were looking for more than just goblins. "You the goblin-hunters we've been tracking?"
On The Trail: Thakus nods. "We're on the right path. I'll go across first, then you follow. I don't know how sturdy this bridge is so we go one at a time. If more guards are in the towers, leave them-- we need to catch up first, then we can worry about stragglers." He sheaths his sword and sets off across the bridge.
On The Trail: Thakus doesn't see any such stakes, but he decides not to argue the point. "Stay sharp, just in case." He pauses. "I think we should know what each other is capable of, to make the going easier. I do know a little magic, but it's mostly enhancement spells. Among orcs your sword arm is the only thing that matters."
On The Trail: "Well I guess we have three choices. They all seem likely from here, the tracks are all muddled."
"Let's start with this way," Thakus suggests, heading to the left.
On The Trail: Thakus grunts his agreement. "We're looking for some kind of fort, right? We need to pick up the trail again."
On The Trail: Embarrassingly, Thakus' first swing doesn't cut through all the way and it takes a second. He ignores the scratches to his hands. "Those are, um, thicker than they look," he says awkwardly. "Can you fit through here?" He squeezes through the new hole, determined not to need a third strike.
On The Trail: "Me neither. Well, stand back, I'll need the space." Tightening his grip, Thakus brings his sword down on the wall of vines in an overhand chop.
On The Trail: Thakus draws his two-handed sword. "I don't suppose you know any plant spells, do you? It could take a while to cut through all of this."
On The Trail: "I was the weakest member of my tribe. Being chosen by the god of war doesn't make people like you when most of them can knock your face to the dirt in single combat... even our shaman said it would be better to leave. Makes sense really. We were a violent lot, but you won't find any great wars among the orc tribes. So I was hoping to find one.
"Not that fending off some goblin raiders is anything better, you know, but this is the most action I've found in over a month. And who knows, finding more priests might help somehow too. Even if you serve pu-- other gods." He stops himself from calling the human's god "punier." It certainly wouldn't help to insult his new ally.
On The Trail: "We will. You too." He watches the elf until she's out of sight, just to be sure. "I'm always ready. Let's go." I just hope I don't embarrass myself in battle. They pass a little of the way in silence before the half-orc speaks again. "Have you met the others?"
GM & Azadi: "My name's Thakus. Apprentice priest of Gorum. And if it's a fight they want, then they just found it. Though this group here probably wanted less of one... I hear these goblins have drawn the ire of a few more priests in the area. Have you seen any?"
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