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"Yarrr...gulgh..... DRAGON- that were a mistake!" Thravum seems to have mastered Astral flight as he surges towards the dragon with his teeth clenched in rage. His Great Axe is twirls impossibly around him as he wields it in one hand.
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Seeing the fireball split the Astral ether Thravum finally seems to notice the Dragon snaking towards them. He awkwardly and haltingly moves towards the creature holding his axe wardingly in front of him. "Eat dragon...DRAGON! heh...eat imself...heh..."
DC is Dex 16 save for half
Thravum reaches out with his foot and feels around. Glancing at Olek moving, he lurches forward one step, then extends his other leg and glides forward another pace. His face is screwed into an intense look of concentration. Haltingly and awkwardly he “glides” towards the black ribbon kicking his legs out like a Rockette on a parade float in a traffic jam, clutching his shard emblazoned axe in both both hands. He’s quietly singing a song about being a lumberjack to himself.
Thravum immediately commences cleaning the ale off his arms and hands like a cat before looking up and glancing around startled “what derr...?” He listens to Sighanna and looks around with a suspicious look on his face “Ur we deaduns? What’d yer put in me beer Friar?” He looks to Olek and Karl “Can yer get us undead, mage? Me axe feels heavier dead.” Thravum hefts his weapon and eyes the edge of the sphere. His legs spin as he stays in place.
"You want to get drunk and wrestle? There's lots of room in here and I have lots of beer. We could even invite the weird kid downstairs." Thravum ponders "Told yer I snuffed ale. Pour yerself one Aengus, pour me 2, n'iff yon mage is still funny we pour one on im too!...heh...soggy mage..."
"Florr, I hope you don't intend that I propel that craft, but I ssuppose I could manage to sssteer or ssomething if required. Ssshall we?"
“Ooever’s in there I hope e’s stocked in ale. Let’s ask im.” Thravum walks up to the door and pulls it open unless anyone objects. “Hi. You there?” He calls
Several hours later.... "wer goina chase after....owl... tracks?...Cupple days...donewanna stay...luv you guys....owl...heh...dogbadger...heh....road.....*snore*"
"Watching Olek send Myra, he asks, "What do you think it means?" "It means don't follow birds! Need an animal with sense. Mole. Badger. Funginoid. Dogmole. Thallid. Dogbadger. Birds'r known t'be daft!" Thravum follows Olias into the tavern and sings along to his songs. He doesn't know the words, so he sings louder. He also orders rounds for he and his friends, and then drinks theirs as they sip.
"This is what you get...birds...'flighty' (flapping motion)...HEH!...hehe...One good bird deserves two...heh...birds..."
Sihtric searches the depths of his memory for references to Drowned God and the Bastard of Umberlee.
"I don't trust her. She's hiding something. And the other one isn't even talkin'... Your funeral." "I am capable of...sspeech, though I often find it not required. My role here iss to provide her protection. Your warinesss iss understandable, given the circumsstancess. I asssure you, ssshe is harmlesss"
"m'eadin back to the cross with the mage. Diggin days'r over...err...mmm...thanks" Thravum will head back to Haven's Cross with Oleksandr.
"I'll stay here for the winter. I'd like to spend some time in the Temple in town, speaking with the mayor and.." "See ya at the Cross in the Spring? You bringin our cut?" He mumbles something unintelligible, then- "Take care fer critters...mrmph...safe n all."
"I think I know this owl. I need to return to Haven's Cross immediately." "I'm ready. Let's go."
"Let some'un else work it n' pay us a cut. Easier. Diggin n fixin all day'd be boring."
"....er...Elf talks enough fer me..." After several moments Thravum gives an irritated "hmmph" "Thravum. Thravum Grimrock. Home is wherever I am when I am. Born in Grimhold. Left. Not goin back. Saw a dragon, hadn't killed one yet. Did. Now I have." "...heh..."
Thravum stands, peering over the edge one hand on his axe- head resting on the ground. He may be humming a tune.
"Never axed an earthquake before..."
Thravum squats down beside a still-locked chest. "frping...est...grmph...stone...lekl...elfl..." He begins by strategically and methodically smashing the area around the locking mechanism, then moves on to dismantling the entire lid. Eventually he seems to be venting frustration and enjoying himself. + whatever a mithril hammer does if anything
Thravum stumps over and grabs the mithril hammer from the pile he's made. "Want me to smash or ye got a plan, Dusty?"
"Tell you what, I'll give you 3,000 gold for your share of the egg." "Fine with me if ya feel that strongly about it, Dusty. Need me to smash it?" Looking around- "Anyone hungry fer eggses?"
"I'm a bit troubled. This isn't quite like some of the other loot we've gathered on our travels. This belongs to the ancestors of Durgeddin, not us. Though...Thravum's is kin in a way. But it seems they no longer lay a claim to it, as far I know Grimrock hasn't tried recover it." "Them at The Rock don't need this. Clans'r rotten at the core. Too much riches already, that's the problem. I'm thinkin we get Durgederin's heirs back in here minin, buildin, an making- we done good enough by them." "How many them mithril bars ya think it'd take to get a Smith to turn these scales into a new suit? Maybe Guldir?"
"Egg's big. Pony size. Hot up there. Make a helluva breakfast....heh.." Thravum gathers up some of the weapons and spends a few minutes examining them.
Thravum nudges the dragon with his boot. "Guess ye won't mind if I pick out some new armor? Heh.." He waits for a reaction, and then starts looking around at the statues.
“Worm...sand...beard...fire...ale...outta...horn...”
Thravum picks himself up from the ground, spitting out a tooth.
He takes a short 5 foot step towards Crimsonwing, Axe clutched in both hands. He's dragging one leg slightly. "Not leavin without yer hide. Yer gonna hafta do better'n that"
"...Sand...Claws...erping....Axe..."
Thravum REALLY doesn’t want to be grappled, he uses his inspiration point AND bardic inspiration.
Seeing the dragon hovering over the water and out of reach, Thravum changes direction again and begins clambering up the side of the raised stone pile. "This yer nest dragon?"
"Then I guess no deal?"
Seeing the dragon alight from the stone pile, Thravum reverses direction back towards the water and hurls a hand axe at the dragon from great distance. "Ye can keep the Elfy stuff, Worm!"
"hehe...s$+* lizard...heh...."
"Weren't always yers, worm. You just got dwarf treasure'r you got others too? Mebbe a deal? Thravum is dashing across the room, moving directly towards the opposite wall rather than towards the Crimsonwing.
I guess this means I don't have time pick out a new suit of armor to don....
Thravum pulls himself from the water and wrings out his beard. Looking around, he walks to the nearest chest and examines it, trying to determine if it is genuine or decorative. He positions himself so the majority of the room, including the stone pile, is in front of him- being careful not to turn his back to the room. "If these are real, he's here for sure."
"I can go first."
"Dragon already ran away once. I'm thinkin it's not comin back, even wif a tasty dwarf to try munchin on. It knows we're here waitin. Guarantee. Gotta grab the elf by the ear. Go in'n get it. Sooner better'n later."
Thravum kicks back towards the edge of the water and drags himself out of the pool. Looking around, he glances towards Olek and shakes his head. He mutters something unintelligible and trudges in that direction.
Thravum gives a knowing glance back. You're not confident that he actually knows anything. He appears to be readying to swim through the tunnel after the dragon.
In a quick motion Thravum slings his Axe across his back. As he leaps into the water he clutches a dagger in his fist.
"........." "....Daft...." "........."
Thravum watches Dusty disappear beneath the water with a great look of puzzlement. He stands in stunned silence.
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