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Thark gets quite a snootful of the noxious breath of the now-dead reptile and he hurls almost immediately, spewing his guts out on the grassy area of the interior courtyard. He drops to a knee gasping for breath, but rather than succumbing fully, he shakes a great green fist at the halfling atop the tower. "You next!" he cries, though it comes out rather less intimidating than he intended as he retches once again right after.
Thark rushes down into the grassy courtyard and hacks at the lizard creature with a vicious two-handed swing of his greataxe. "Dragons die, heroes win!" he cries as the blade drives deep.
His greatsword at the ready, Thark charges down the stairs into the open air courtyard and at the lizard like thing across the grassy space. "For Gorum and ruin!" he calls out as he rushes into combat.
"Thark hero. Kill dragon, save goblins. Green man go up Thark will fight." He grins baring his sharp canine teeth, and brandishes his greatsword greedily. Unless someone stops him, Thark will walk out into the courtyard, and move toward the dragon thing, ready to fight.
"Thark hero. Kill dragon, save goblins. Green man go up Thark will fight." He grins baring his sharp canine teeth, and brandishes his greatsword greedily. Unless someone stops him, Thark will walk out into the courtyard, and move toward the dragon thing, ready to fight.
Thark looks for any visible means of ascending to the battlements, though he knows that is unlikely. He whispers to the others, "Thark has spells that can reach that bad halfling up there, but maybe not enough to kill him. Any better ideas to stop that scene?"
"More heroes the better," says Thark. He searches his somewhat slow wits for any remembrance of Hellknights, who they serve, and if they are aligned in purpose with Gorum. He thinks its a cool sounding name.
"We are heroes." Thark says with obvious pride
Thark." he says simply. "And who are you?"
Thark growls in excitement as he sees the combat in full swing. He rushes forward 15' and attacks the nearby imp with his greatsword. "Let's send them back to Hell then, friend!" he shouts as he comes.
Thark seems more interested in the silver longsword than any religious iconography unless it happens to be for Gorum, his patron deity... critical fail
Thark peeks inside, and growls derisively. "False gods, false religion. The Lord of Iron is not impressed."
Before leaving, Thark peeks quickly inside the spider-cabinet, just in case something useful was in there. Then he hustles to catch up to the others.
As the tiny bugs swarm around him, Thark reacts as he does in most combat situations, hitting things as hard as he can with his biggest weapon. After hitting it twice, Thark takes one step to the north to clear the path for anyone else who wants to attack with clear LOS. "So many spiders, hard to hit them all..." Thark complains.
Thark slams the cabinet door shut, hoping that solves the issue.
Thark will open the intact cabinets underneath the countertop just on the off chance something is hiding in there, but if nothing is easily visible, he will fall in behind the others.
Thark shrugs. "Whichever way leads to ruin for our enemies." is all he has to allow.
Thark isn't particularly interested in rooting around the rooms if there are no foes or any goblins who need rescuing obviously visible. He stands watch quietly while the others search the areas in question.
Thark grins when he sees the foe step up next to him. He pivots on one massive leg, driving the greatsword across the enemy with as much leverage as he can muster but misses. He then backswings with a little more control but still significant power. Once the blows are dealt, he spins up the divine shield once again, in case there is a counterattack.
With blade already in hand, Thark hears the commotion from inside, and moves quickly to enter the room, and help defend Jojo in case things get hostile. In addition to entering the room, the cleric of Gorum casts a quick spell that creates a magical shield in front of him, which glows spectrally. Thark smite foes?" he asks once, looking for a reason.
We had to rescue this goblin by slaying it. Makes sense to me...says the priest of war.
Thark retrieves his greatsword from his back, but does not make any other moves or sounds while the sneakies do their work.
Thark listens to the complaint from Wang, but does not enter into an argument, only nodding to the bard with a grim look. He knows the Iron Lord alone passes judgement, and that through steel, blood, and fire. Circuitous routes are for those who do not wish for the clamor and chaos of battle, not those who revel in it as he has been taught to do. Thark knows there will be time for redemption.
Thark sighs a bit as the group heads off for a more "strategic" entry. "May He forgive our cowardice in the face of enemies. Gorum does not fear the direct way, but Thark will make amends if we face foes inside." And then he plods off after the others, moderately surprised when Jojo seems to successfully open the side door.
When asked, Thark chose the front door. If the group chooses to go elsewhere, he will follow along.
"Bar good tool for later, but door open now Thark sees," he agrees with the bard, motioning to Pileus. "Green man needs to see better maybe," he laughs at this, a hearty chuckling sound, though its not really funny.
Thark downs the antidote, grimacing at the taste. "Thark says get to Bumbles fastest is front door. Thark goes that way. Our Lord of Iron is not afraid of danger." Thark then unlimbers his greatsword and sets off from the hillock towards the damaged front doors of the citadel.
Thark concedes the healing to Wang, after seeing his success with the leshy's wounds. If things don't work out, he will make is own attempt after.
Thark considers that he might be better off sticking to just smashing things...
Thark kneels to attend to the burns on the leshy. Using some rather pungent ointment, and a few fresh mint leaves to cool the burn, he apparently doesn't understand leshy anatomy very well, and the ointment actually makes the wounds burn more, rather than soothe them. ctit failure
Thark nods his head at the offer as a sign of acceptance. "Thark is Thark," he says simply, pointing at his chest once to indicate what is likely obvious to everyone. He looks to the others to pocket the coins and the gear. "You pay us when we are heroes!" he repeats to all the assembly. Fifty silver coins seems like good payment to punch fiery demons that Thark might've just taken down for free. He can't imagine 10 gold in his hand at a time!
Thark physically picks up and carries a pair of the fallen townsfolk out of the smoky hall before they can scramble out the door. He checks to see if any of the evacuees are hurt and offers minor first aid to any who need it. "Heroes save innocent people!" he says aloud over and over as he minsters to the crowd including the councilors if needed.
Seeing his spell have little impact, Thark says, "We will settle this as the Lord of Iron intended..." and draws out his oversized greatsword and steps forward to attack the scamp on the right.
Thark is a bit slow to react as the rear doors burst open and flying fiery creatures enter the room, spreading fire as they come. He leaps from his seat into the center of the aisle, and calls out, "Gorum approves of this test! Trial by iron, trial by fire!" and he casts a spell that ripples black energy near the imp on the east side. The blackness seems to pull life force out of the creature before it closes a nanosecond later.
Glad you are feeling up to speed.
Thark sits near the center aisle about three rows back. He has already, in his mind, committed to the aid of the lost goblins, but watches the proceedings with decorum and interest.
Not sure if anything will happen, but I have house guests this week till Sunday, so will be slow to update. Feel free bot Thark as necessary until then if its slowing the game down any.
"Hired or not," Thark says to Warbal. "Thark will aid Bumbles." Bemused by the fungus-man, Thark enters the hall the grin on his face wiped away with a solemn look of reverence as he enters. He stands near the front, out of the way of others to see, but not willing to sit unless asked to do so. If there are councilors or other leaders there, he bows respectfully, but stands silent until called upon.
Thark is not from this area, and even if he was, the name of some goblin tribe likely would not stick with him -- though now, when he hears of their plight, he is keenly interested. "No matter what it pays, Thark will help Bumblebrashers. Where is this castle, nice lady?" Thark is ready to go now. This is why he came to Breachill after all -- to help others and be of service.
Glad you are back!
Not the soonest I have seen a PBP game go quiet, but its pretty close.
Thark nods at the ratfolk. He offers a rather massive hand to shake and you see more of those whitish scar along his forearms. "Thark, servant of Gorum, Lord of Blood and Iron. Some from my tribe made stew of their enemies, it is quite good with ale and fresh fruit." He shows a set of rather imposing teeth in his lower jaw, and it's not easy to know if he's serious and grimacing, or joking and smiling. Maybe some of both. Thark continues, "Heroes are not made by small efforts but by great deeds that are exalted. Thark devoutly wishes for a quest of such renown, and Wang, small mushroom-man, and ratfolk will be right alongside."
A very large orc with protruding tusks from his lower jaw, and shaved head except for a long queue in the back trots up to the gathering. He wears a massive greatsword over his back, the hilt just visible over his impressive shoulders. He wears a set of hide armor that covers most of his torso but his thick arms are bare. You can see the arms are crisscrossed with white scars which are easily visible against the green skin tone. Tattoos are also visible around the hides and on the neck of the tall newcomer. Thark takes in the scene with a mushroom-man, a rodent-person, and a small handful of goblins, and quickly feels more at ease about his own rather unusual form. He nods to the others, and says in a bass voice: "Our Lord in Iron has blessed us by moving the time forward. The sooner we answer the Call, the sooner we can hear the lamentations of our enemies and gather rewards in his name."
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