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I feel the same way. I've enjoyed playing immensely, but (both as a player and a fellow PbP GM) I definitely understand the difficult situation this constant recruitment makes for you. As one of the originals, this game has been fun but kind of cursed from the start. :P
Tiberiu grits his teeth as he dodges the beast's attacks and retaliates. "With you momentarily!"
Cursing at his repeated misses, he backs carefully up the stairs toward the group and unleashes a ray of hissing cold energy at the beast
With a growl of exasperation, Tiberiu squeezes past Zephir and takes up a position on the stairs, scarf whirling. "C'mon, scum," he mutters, remembering his rage at the last one. His scarf whirls through the air.
"Gods dammit," Tiberiu curses quietly as he, yet again, unwinds his scarf.
"Well..." Tiberiu says slowly, looking around, "I'm no tracker, but it seems likely that our quarry would have just continued fleeing north. Shall we press on that way?"
Tiberiu shudders. "A little too close for my taste, thanks all the same," he says, moving over to the pool. "What is this place? Are those skulls? Not sure I'd want to drink anything from this...I'm still betting on a cult of some kind." He peers into the pool.
"Can anyone see what's through that door?" he asks.
"Good shot, Tor," Tiberiu says grimly. "Let's finish this off." His scarf whirls at the one remaining head as he steps back away from it--his other hand forms an arcane sigil that manifests as a bolt of freezing energy that steams into the air around it before searing the head's flesh!
Tiberiu mutters a few arcane words as he sprints forward, grimacing as he hears the scream from ahead. That doesn't sound good... Taking quick stock of the situation, he leaps to attack the southernmost one!
"Ok, no," Tiberiu says grimly. "Tor, hold on a sec..."
"These things are too weird and gross to live." Twisting his scarf in a complex pattern in front of him, Tiberiu mutters some words and a pattern of stitching on his scarf blazes with sudden light. The chamber ahead fills with flame!
"AHHHHHH!" Tiberiu screams. "WHAT ARE THEY?!"
I haven't had any problem so far.
"What do you see?" Tiberiu murmurs quietly to the witch, trying to peer around him into the adjacent cavern.
Tiberiu blinks, startled, when they discover the statue. "Well. She looks...unhappy." He circles the statue, examining it with open curiosity. "I have my doubts that goblins could have made this, but that said, I have no idea what on earth it is. Maybe some cult that Lady Ameiko's stupid brother has gotten himself mixed up in? He seems the type...and I wouldn't put it past him to find or make such a statue." He draws his breath in sharply when Zephir removes the ranseur. "Careful now...!" But when he sees that it's meant to be removed, he shrugs and examines the book, removing it and leafing through it if it turns out to be a real tome. Glancing at the cover, he makes a strangled noise. "Look!" Pointing at the seven-pointed star, he turns to the others. "This is what that tightlipped goblin was wearing! Definitely some sort of cult. Ugh. Gross, too, if those hooks are any indication..."
Tiberiu nods. "Agreed," he says. "Let's head up to the north...as quickly as possible." Striding up to the front, he adds to the halfling, in an undertone, "Malkavik, I'm...sorry about my words back when we were fighting those creatures. Something about their bites..." He trails off, shaking his head.
Tiberiu, enraged, lunges at the creature again with his scarf. He stumbles as the rage leaves him in a sudden rush, though, and the swing goes wide. "Wh-what the hell was that?!" he mutters, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.
"Nngh!" Toberiu grunts as a wave of rage rushes over him. "F~#+ off, newbie--I don't need your help!" he snaps, sounding uncharacteristically harsh. He swings his scarf at the creature in front of him .
Tiberiu grunts in pain as the beasts' jaws tear his flesh. "Nnnnngh. Back into the darkness with you!" He snaps his scarf, arcane runes flaring into life along its length, and whips it at the nearest creature's head.
Tiberiu yelps as the monstrosity appears. "I have no idea what it is, but it's an ugly beastie, all right!" Squeezing his way down the corridor, he takes a probing swing at it with his scarf.
The young Varisian man also glances warily at the tunnel. "Looks shady, all right. The way the bricks are knocked in...something definitely charged through our tunnel into there."
Tiberiu is mostly silent in the day or so following their raid. Not only was Lady Ameiko abducted on my watch...as it were...but I couldn't even get there fast enough to capture that damnable brother of hers. This is a disaster. He accepts the group's new companions without comment, and as they head to the Glassworks his resolve firms into something very akin to fierceness. This time, I'll be ready. That jerk took me by surprise last time...let's see how he likes the tricks I've got up my sleeves today! In the tunnels, Tiberiu glances warily ahead, a spell cast on the end of his scarf glowing brightly. "I say we keep going down the main tunnel," he announces. "We need to catch Tsuto as soon as possible. So unless we think he's down there...we keep going."
[Brief message to all games] My apologies for the MIA over the last couple of games--work jumped me with a couple surprises earlier this week, I'm opening a show Sunday night, flying to a wedding in a different state Saturday, and helping run a huge fundraising event on Monday. So I may be out for a day or two more, though I will try to read and update as I can! Please feel free to bot me if needed. All should be back to normal on the 21st! :)
Tiberiu swallowed, looking deeply unhappy. "Lady Ameiko...I fear that your brother is too far gone for any aid from you. What he did in the glassworks...and now look: 'This town deserves a real burning.' No sane mind writes that." And all this about loving a demon...does he know nothing of Cheliax? No, he must simply not care.
"And he speaks of offering the town to Lamashtu...the mother of monsters. There are no sane beings among her cult."
"Thank goodness you're well, Lady Ameiko!" Tiberiu exclaims, helping her to her feet. "We didn't find much of anything to incriminate him, no...although I would imagine that your story should be sufficient for that. We're not the only ones who noticed you missing, not at all." Noticing that Zephir is struggling with Slaynn, he gives him a hand hauling the elf's body up the stairs, retreating from Ameiko with a bashful nod.
To return quickly to the pressing matter at hand, I also vote we let Tsuto go for now...Tiberiu's going to be way more concerned about Ameiko than he is about catching up with the enemy, especially considering our current, ah...suboptimal condition. :P
Tiberiu, puffing, finally manages to catch up just as Tsuto is out of reach. For a dancer, I really should be in better shape, he thinks grimly as he leans on his knees and puffs. Aloud, he says, "Capable though he may be, I doubt he's gonna come charging back at us. He's on the run now. Can we get Slaynn up? We could give chase then..." His voice turns grim. "And one of us should make sure he hasn't hurt Lady Ameiko."
I'm ok with the idea, though 7 seems a bit much to me. But not enough that I'm going to object! :P I'm going to hold my post until I see what the people ahead of me in initiative plan to do this round...
Tiberiu continues his dash around the room, getting as close to Tsuto as he can.
Seeing his way blocked, the Varisian sprints out and around the tunnel, coming up behind Tsuto to flank with Slaynn just as Qorinae's arrow sails away.
Tiberiu springs forward with an angry cry, lashing out at the man who dared to hurt Ameiko.
Tiberiu immediately dashes over to Ameiko. "Thank Desna's starry thighs we didn't tear off down that tunnel!" he exclaims, working rapidly and nervously to unbind her. "Lady Ameiko? Lady Ameiko!!" As he unties her, he glances at her wounds, confused but hoping to figure out what sort of state she's in.
Tiberiubshrugs, relaxing slightly, and gestures down the line to Qorinae. "Go on," he murmurs, indicating that the elf should open the door in front of him.
Tiberiu tenses, and tightens his grip on his scarf, as Zephir opens the door. He keeps his eyes trained warily on the room beyond.
"Fair enough," Tiberiu says with a sigh, wounds still smarting. "Let's take a look..." He proceeds to search the far corners of the cellar, light held high, peering into every nook and cranny.
Tiberiu hesitates, but only momentarily. "You're right. Let's do a quick sweep of the rest of the upstairs, then we can explore down here as long as we need to." Grim-faced, he turns to head back upstairs.
Indeed! Sounds great.
Sorry DM, just a little confused re: hp--do we have out new max HP now? If so, I'm at at 9/16. (But don't worey about any more heals for now, Zephir.)
"Congrats," Tiberiu murmurs distractedly, still nursing a number of wounds. "I think you're right--we need to investigate the rest of this place." He turns to trudge back upstairs, then pauses. "As long as you're doing that lighting-up trick, we should make sure there's nothing else in this basement...especially not a hole that goblin might have been fleeing to." Twitching his hand and muttering an incantation, Tiberiu summons a small ball of light of his own, balancing it on his open palm, and takes a good look around the basement.
I hope they will! Level 2 upgrades: +6 HPs (avg.+1+CON)
Skills with new ranks (incl. +1 FC): Perform (dance), appraise, K (arcana), spellcraft, sleight of hand, bluff, diplomacy. Oh, and +1 AC when I'm using the scarf from canny defense! That should be everything. :)
Tiberiu glances at Slaynn, who, though still breathing heavily, is far the more prepared to tackle goblins in the dark. "Go on, I know you want to," he says with a sigh.
Tiberiu charges forward, teeth gritted, scarf whirling. "Why. Won't. You. Die!"
Tiberiu, sighing, follows the overeager elf. "The things I do..." he mutters. Briefly, he considers the merits of enchanting his scarf more potently. Nah, he thinks. Just one goblin and five of us...even we can't fail with those odds...
Tiberiu's eyes flicker open as the battle still rages, and he can't make sense of it for a second. Are we still fighting the goblins? Is this some unknown form of purgatory? As the goblins fall and the last one flees, the Varisian man picks himself up, holding his head and breathing hard. Zephir's second infusion of energy brings him fully upright, though he still seems a bit unsteady. "Thanks for that--handy trick you've got," he says to the dwarf. "Grrraaahhhh, my head is pounding...not what you would expect given the repeated stabbings." Eyeing the door the goblin fled through, he asks apprehensively, "So, do we go after it?"
Tiberiu's nostrils flare slightly as he stirs, struggling to regain consciousness...
Tiberiu collapses to the floor in a faint when the goblin hamstrings him, but as Zephir's healing energy buzzes through him he stirs again. Opening his eyes, and seeing the goblin who downed him standing above him, he mutters a curse and, enraged, sends a jolt of pure arcane energy into his scarf, swinging it up at the goblin's face from the ground! Sadly, it's not a very effective flail, and probably wouldn't be even were he standing...the scarf, however, continues to glow with silvery light.
Seeing Slaynn bleeding (and clearly not in his right mind), Tiberiu mutters a curse. Really, really did not want to interpose my body between anyone and screaming goblins today...oh well. Not wanting Slaynn to get rushed, he slips between the two goblins nearest and swings his scarf.
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