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"My only desire was to be at Aoife's side again, however that may come to pass. It seems I have defied fate itself to make it so, whatever damnable consequences that come with it. I will do what I can to fulfill this quest we all set out on, but my first loyalty will always be to her."
"Aoife is coming with us." Thorun says finally, breaking his silence. "I will see this quest through, but being with her is all I care about. She is brave enough to join us in seeing this done. But no matter what happens, I will follow her." He stares, daring anybody to challenge him.
"Later." Thorun says simply, glancing around to make sure they're not overheard.
Thorun returns to the others, Aoife in tow. He glances up at them briefly with a look that clearly says We'll talk later, once we have more privacy.
GM:
Thorun gives a weak smile. His trust always softened him, even if they both knew it was a lie that they would be safe on this journey. But better it to die with each other than live apart.
GM: Thorun nods with a frown. Fintan understood his position. He hopes he does not have to make the decision between his mission and his love.
He returns to his Aoife, informing her of the situation. "It is your choice, my love. It will be dangerous to go with us. We can just flee if you wish, or you can stay with us, or I can hide you away and see this through." The last option seems to pain him, but he does spit it out.
GM: Thorun nods grimly. He knows that Fintan is not threatening him, he is just stating the way of the world.
Thorun stays silent as Fintan finishes, letting the situation roll around in his mind. "I would still see Ailbe ended. But I must see Aoife safe. I will do both, if I can, but if the two are at odds with each other..." He trails off, his intent clear. He simply watches at Fintan takes the spear.
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Thorun's Room:
"Yes...yes let's get sent away, and then we will vanish, and the others will simply think we were lost."
Thorun's Room: Thorun cradles her face in his hands. "Then we will leave. Or I will make a mass grave of his enemies. It doesn't matter, I will never let go of you again."
Thorun's Room: Thorun's eyes turn watery. To hell with fate, destiny, even the gods themselves. If they want to take Aoife from me they'll have to pry her from my dead hands themselves. "I thought I'd never see you again...Aoife..." He clutches her tightly, holding her close to him for a long time. "But do not think I can't hear that worry in your voice. Tell me what's happening."
Dreams and Nightmares: Thorun stares at Aoife...his Aoife, completely dumbfounded. It isn't until she throws herself into his arms and he feels her touch that he reacts, shoulders shuddering as he grips her tightly. "No...no no no...I'm mad, that accursed area has ruined my mind..."
Thorun's Chambers: Despite his attempted revelry, now that is back to reality there is but one face on his mind. His drinking was not to celebrate but to drown his sorrows, and after some attempted love-making with a random redhead he quietly tells her to get out and sleeps alone.
All the fanfare, the threats, the rejoicing, the honors. It was like wind passing over Thorun. He had been spiraling into a place of darkness, regardless if he was willing to admit to it, but he was starting to get a new grip on his drive. But after that absolute clusterf*#~ of a mission in that gods-forsaken world, he had only a few things on his mind: A large meal, enough booze to get him trashed, a warm bed, and a soft-skinned woman to join him in it. He had more than earned his keep in there, it was time for some rest and relaxation.
Thorun stares at the old man for a moment. "A...." He stares in disbelief, then just shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "F$!~ that place. I need a drink."
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I want to point out the moment where Thorun felt too bad to kill a wild creature in here, and instead tried to just talk to it, and it responded by tricking him and fleeing. F@%$ this place.
Let's get out of this hellscape.
"Oh you damned bloody idiot." Thorun shakes his head sadly. "I wouldn't even know where to start looking."
I have a couple irl friends who have been considering breaking into the PbP scene, I'll send them a message.
Thorun Level 7! HP: 12 (base) +2 (con) +1 (favored class) = 15 (x2 is +30 hp)
So besides the obviously scary fact that Thorun is further increasing his to hit and damage, now he does sonic damage when he intimidates people and he can 5 foot step in the middle of a cleave, which really opens up his options. Although I did really want to take inspire ferocity to help buff my fellow players, but unfortunately it's based off my charisma mod so that would be a pretty poor choice for Thorun.
Thorun blinks as Abarta vanishes. "Damn, just wanted to be stabbed in the front for once." He shrugs. "So, who's using what weapon? Can't be put out until it finishes its target. Sounds like a b~+!~ to store."
"Sounds like fun!" Thorun exclaims, throwing his arm around Abarta and bringing the creature under his arm. "Now aim carefully, remember you're going for me and not him!" He says with a mad grin.
"Stab me." Thorun says flatly. He turns back to Aoife, then tosses the spear to her. "Shoulder, nothing fatal. Make sure it's real."
Thorun stands next to Abarta, looming over him as Aoife goes to grab the spear. He just saw Abarta eat half of the eye, so he knows that isn't an illusion.
Thorun folds his arms and raises a brow to Daire, clearly giving him the opportunity to pass the burden onto Thorun if he should change his mind.
Thorun grumbles, but he realizes that progress is unlikely without some sort of compromise. He arcs a brow at Daire. "You sure? I have a stronger stomach."
"My word holds me, without magic." Thorun says with a sneer. "The spear, now."
Thorun groans with impatient. "For what cause would we go and slay this creature, retrieve the eye, then come back only to steal the spear!? Your suspicion of humans knows no bounds, especially considering how you've already tricked us multiple times. Breaking the compass, really? Something a child would do. Show us the spear, now, or we leave and take the spoils with us."
Thorun folds his arms, staring hard at Abarta. "The spear, let's see it. No illusions."
"You didn't break the compass. I don't think it was real to begin with." Thorun lets the others give him a confused look for a moment then sighs. "I'm a superstitious bastard, you all know that, and I thought we were getting tricked by the little creature. I went to check to see if the spear was real. But before I could, the compass was broken, distracting us all. And later we found out the spear we saw was just an illusion." He levels a heavy frown. "No doubt the keeper of the real spear did not want to reveal his hand, and used some other trickery to break the compass. It may have only lead to that location, or to his illusion in the first place." Thorun is not entirely sure how true his theory is, but he's been beyond trusting these creatures for weeks now. He steps towards Aoife, jabbing a finger into her chest. "Stop blaming yourself for all the worlds ails. We got a job to do, and if you're going to pout because somebody might get hurt on the way, than you don't know us at all."
"The bloody hell has gotten into you? You're making me from a few weeks go look like a ray of sunshine."
Thorun flings blood from his axe and goes to Aoife. "Another story you can tell, at this rate killing a giant may be one of your more boring ones."
Thorun's axe cuts viciously up into the giant, slamming twice in quick succession!
Damn those bonuses. I just rolled a 6 and got a 23 to hit. While power attacking. Also...did we ever figure out my exact healing after getting trounced by that goddess? I know the good Sister kept me alive, but I don't think we ever did any hard tracking on healing...is Thorun still heavily wounded?
The battle is upon them. no more words, no more bartering, no more thin veneers of falsehoods and cheap lies. His axe raises and his roar cries out, not as loud or booming as the giant's but twice as fierce, the rage surging into his chest as he crashes forward at a blistering speed!
Thorun rarely has to look up to see a man's face, and in this circumstance he has to crane his neck straight up. Oh f$*%. He tightens his grip, pulse quickening as Daire continues to talk.
Thorun levels a heavy frown, watching the rock splash down. "We sure we're not being tricked by that creature? Seems a bad fight to pick if we don't have to."
Thorun frowns at the precarious path to the cavern entrance. "Gonna have to climb our way there, and I don't think the sister can make that. We may have to do this without her, but I am loathe to leave her alone. How much rope do we have?"
"Let Coblaith take the bed, she is our anchor here."
Thorun is shocked for a moment; he was expecting some kind of trickery to be involved, but this kind of illusion wasn't what he had in mind. He recovers his demeanor-he had seen stranger by now after all-and puts a hand through the illusion's face. "Mhmm, handy that." He waves a bit through the illusion, as if he is hoping to learn how to do it just from putting his hands through it.
Sense Motive DC up to the GM: Thorun is not lying, but is suspicious that Abarta may be trying to trick them. He is trying to convey the point "If you are honest we are honest, but if you are lying I'll kill you".
"And we eat it, aye." He offers his palm, staring Abarta hard in the eye.
Thorun looks at Aoife, then Abarta, then Daire, then back at the spear. This is taking too damn long. He strides over to Aberta, going to a knee and staring at the creature. "I don't blame you for what the other creatures here have done to us. You're not them. Give us that same treatment, we do not bear the guilt of our race. Now look me here, right in the eye." He waits for Abarta to lock gazes with him. "We're gonna go kill this big bastard and bring you that eye, and you're going to give us the spear. No tricks, no games, no b!&~~#!+. We all walk away happy and remember this fondly. Aye?"
Thorun turns in surprise for a moment, then with a pained expression as he realizes their navigation tool is broken. His back was turned when it happened, but by everyone's reactions it was clear that Aoife swept the compass off the table. "S*!@. Are we going to be able to find our way out of here?" He stands in place, facing the others with his back to the spear. |