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Bharak raised an eyebrow. Then he remembered that humans didn’t make all of their settlements with such practicality in mind. And even stranger, they intentionally made their most valuable buildings without any defense in mind. Resisting the urge to say “Umgak” in reply, he instead nodded. ”Of course. Fortunate for us.” He said instead, feeling very diplomatic in doing so.
”This is why any fortress worth its stone will is warded against magic. Luckily, human forts tend to be umgak.” He said, eyeing the walls. ”Teleport us in when ye be ready. I’m good to go.” * Umgak - Shoddy, poorly made; specifically something made by Humans.
Silently making his way back, he reported what he saw. ”So, what’s the plan? Sneak in past the defenses? Or use an illusion or whatnot to make them drop whatever they’ve got early?”
Glad to hear that you are recovering. Please don't injure yourself. When I had my ankle surgery, I really wanted to fast forward and do what I physically couldn't, so that feeling is well known to me.
A quiet as he could possibly be, Bharak went about entering and climbing the tower. If there was to be a threat inside, he was going to find it.
From there, he used the vantage point to learn what he could, so that the group could properly make a plan.
Bharak walked with his head just that much higher, at having had the support of the group. Knowing that he was not alone, and not looked down upon, made walking their road much easier. Which was good, given that the next group of giants they were to encounter were not likely to be asleep. "Aye. We should do so." He said, his weapon transforming back into something resembling an axe. "Go in quietly and with eyes sharp."
Wishing you the best!
Every single time we level up I forget to roll...even when others do it first. My apologies.
Numbly Bharak beheld his handiwork. His people had few interactions with giants, given that their hold was in the Mana Wastes, and as such he had never been taught the traditional methods of fighting them. It had also meant that he never learned to hate giants as his northern kinsmen did. It had made the grisly task much harder. Still, he reasoned that it had to be done. From what little he knew, the vast majority of giants were evil by nature and these ones had proven themselves to be enemies. Their deaths made the world a better place, and he told himself that he should be proud. That, and he did not want to disgrace himself in front of Vhane, who represented the traditional and stoic Dwarven outlook. His tattoo was embarrassment enough already, without his actions proving it right.
Quietly and with trained precision he went about searching for tracks. It was not the hardest task, given the size of the giants. But it seemed important to find a trail to follow, should the group decide to follow the giants’ trail back towards whence they came.
Level 11! +1 Barbarian (5)
Feat: Dodge (AC 30, 32 when raging) A good level! As a question, did we sell the pistols from the last encounter? I realize now that it would have been wise to have kept one. If so then no problem, it is what it is.
It was a grim task, but Bharak set about doing it. A pained look crossed his face, for there was a difference in fighting with one’s life on the line and executing a helpless foe. He fell into his battle trance, in large part to escape the horror of ending one life after another. He moved mechanically, his pick rising and falling with precision time and time again.
Bharak's weapon transformed, changing into a heavy mining pick. With Axton's spell making him invisible, he silently moved forward. Coming to the first of the giants, the dwarf raised his pick and carefully chose his target. Swinging it with all of his might, he went for an immediate death. Slitting throats was an option, of course. But that could wake the giant, and cause it to run around, bleeding out and waking everyone. He thought it better to kill it with one hit. Aiming for the pterion, the weakest part of the skull, he aimed to destroy the brain. One good hit, one dead giant, and then move on to the next. At least, that was the plan.
"Aye. Let's do this. I might get one or two this way, but eventually the sound is going to wake the rest. So everyone should be ready to get the fook in there once they stir." The dwarf said.
There were many things that Bharak thought they might face, but giants was not one of them. Seeing absolutely no humor in the situation, he nodded grimly. "I'll move up ahead to scout it out but will stay as close as I can. If I come across any of the fookers, there is no way I'm outrunning them." He added "We'll likely do a direct assault regardless. But not if their numbers are too great."
"Heh." The dwarf chuckled. "To keep up with me? Aye, I've got a long stride." He said with a slight smile as he walked ahead. He was feeling good, having gotten plenty of food and rest, before what he assumed would be another inevitable slaughter of someone deserving it.
Nursing his drink, the dwarf sat back and watched the show. It was hands down the best he had ever seen performed at a tavern or an inn. Or anywhere, if he was being honest with himself. As much as he knew that he should have been keeping an eye and ear out, it was hard to do so when the show was so captivating.
Quite glad to find himself in a dry and well stocked tavern, Bharak took a seat and ignored the bustling people around him. Still, he half-heartedly listened in as his fellows questioned Pilla. Too many hands ruined a soup, or so they said. He would be there if he was needed. Otherwise, he'd just be enjoying a drink.
Agreed, wishing you a speedy recovery. That sounds miserable
* Property: Artisan Shop 'Locks for Every Occassion' (5% discount mundane items, +1 craft for income) and seneschal (Haldimar)
Not sure if I’m going to spend it. On one hand, I like the idea of a townhouse in the city for the dwarf. That way he won’t have to live out of his shop. On the other hand? He doesn’t need it *right now.* And raise dead is 16pp. It would be nice to have that in the bag…so I suppose I’ll bank the points for now.
"Look. Lass." Bharak said. "There's nay need for us to actually put the bloody thing back together. That...and I'm still not convinced that this entire prophecy business be real. It's more like, ah fook, how do I put it?" Running his finger through his beard he continued "Remember the writings ye gave us in that last hell-hole we trekked through? Technically, we were working on prophecy as to where things were and the like. But even so, just because it was seen, doesn't mean that everything had to stay the same, aye? Actions have consequences, and they ripple. If ye ask me, any time we find a prophecy, it really is just a best guess as towards what will happen if nothing changes. But by making the prophecy, it changes things, ye follow? So, we have an idea of what may happen, but no guarantee that it will. That..." he chuckled "And if this was such a big deal, then some right proper heroes would be involved, aye? Torag and Iomodae and the like would be sending visions and people of actual importance would be on the job. So really, how big of a deal could it actually be? So, I say that we just focus on what we can do, and right now that be our job."
Sorry for my relative silence. Work has been…very busy and stressful (attorney). I’ll be getting a post in as soon as my brain isn’t melted.
Finding himself in possession of a weapon which felt cursed, or at the very least looked it, Bharak went in search of a solution. A veritable river of gold was spent on ‘fixing’ the issue. Taking the services of the best mages and priests he could find, the flail soon took on a new form. Where once his flail appeared to be made out of a spine, it now took the form similar to that of a dorn dergar. The weapon now ended with an axe head, complete with handle. Only it was attached to a chain that seemed to be made from bone. Shorter than the traditional weapon of his people, the edge of the blade was supernaturally sharp. Pleased with his new weapon, he felt more confident than ever in hunting down the last of the shards.
Is it 10k for keen (+2 weapon currently) and 10k for transformative?
"Little hike never hurt anyone." The dwarf said. Then, eyeing his companions, especially Axton who was looking sickly, he added "After the lad recovers, of course Or we could just hire a carriage to take us there."
Great point. And with 2 players who want a shared, handing her one over works perfectly.
<checks inventory and pulls out the Shard of Greed. With shifty eyes he puts it back in and rolls a 1 on a bluff check to not look sketchy while doing so> I’m more than happy to see *anyone* take loot they can use, and do not want Bharak to end up too wealthy compared to his companions.
Betrayal. It sickened him. Weapon held up high, Bharak rushed straight at their foes.
Bharak shuddered as the wave of death rolled over him. Luckily the effects likewise did not stick. Rather it felt more like a cold wind than anything else. He raised an eyebrow though, at the call to not be corrupted. While it was certainly ominous, he hadn’t felt anything especially curse worthy, despite the shuddering of the fortress. He trusted her enough, though, to not question her. If she thought something was wrong then he took it seriously. ”Aye? Then let’s get the fook out of here.”
I enjoyed the prayer. It makes her really feel like a cleric, well done. :)
Bharak shifted uncomfortably. It wasn't the first time that he got the impression that there were powers at play which they really shouldn't be messing with, and seeing the desiccated husks of angels just reaffirmed that. Once they had the shard he breathed a sigh of relief. Waiting for Elena to finish her prayer, he muttered "We should get out of here." He almost added before we end up like them but felt that it wouldn't be appropriate.
”Aye, no rush.” The dwarf said as he methodically checked the door. ”Well made lock it is. Stand back, aye? I’ll get it open right quick.”
”Unless there is concrete profit to be made, then there is no point risking our lives.” Bharak replied to Elathras.
Glancing at his flail, Bharak shrugged. ”Powerful magic. Worth gold at least, and so long as it isn’t cursed who cares if it morbid?” Falling back to being practical, he just didn’t see a point letting it go to waste.
It is! Thanks to all of you for all of the thought going into it. I’m actually debating on whether improved critical should be taken instead due to the cost…but my feats are all currently planned for. How much would keen cost? It would naturally come after transformative.
And @Elena: the 15-20 sounds nice! But that leaves a question…can I add keen onto the weapon as well or do I need to take improved critical?
Bharak stopped swinging his new, rather morbid, flail, just long enough to look upon Eox. For some time he watched the dead world with its Bone Sages, only to shrug and look away. Knowing nothing of the dead planet’s history, the tragedy was lost on him. ”It would be foolish to leave a powerful artifact behind. Aye, let go collect yon instrument.”
Light Flail: 1d8 damage x2 crit
d8-d10 is negligible, but this weapon does better with more crits (I want to see it’s special effect go off). I suppose that the Transformative enchantment could be used. Reduce the damage die to d6 but make it 18-20 crit range for 10k gold.
If everyone else doesn’t object then please add my +1 Earthbreaker to the loot pile. Also is the flail light or heavy? And if it is light is there a way to pay to make it heavy?
The spine flail seems great! +2, reach and can work against adjacent? Amazing. Would anyone mind if Bharak uses it?
Bharak’s hammer did the talking for him. If the rider wanted a fight then he would have one. He was more than happy to oblige.
[ooc]AC29[/dice] Expecting the rider to charge in, Bharak took his place by Elathras‘ side. He was confident the rider wouldn’t get past the two of them.
If Bharak had any fear towards the hounds he didn’t show it. Just as one raised it’s head to howl, the dwarf’s weapon impacted with it, sending the beast flying backwards.
Standing beside Elathras, Bharak raised his weapon. Any hound that got past the man would have to face the dwarf.
Blood and glory! We cut through! And…don’t use that many casting of dimension door.
Bharak nodded, telling himself that Axton was either in control, or was still in there, and as such he deserved some trust. With that in mind, he proceeded...
I'll take it then, and we can move his +1 amulet into the loot pile.
If Elathras wants the amulet then go for it. I can upgrade later.
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