"Arrgh," Togog snarls. "Come down here and face Angradd's wrath ye foul beast."
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attack , damage Togog snarls, his hatred of all foul and evil driving his attack...
"Demon!" Togog snarls, leaping to the attack... Attack , damage
"Die!" Togog snaps. "Return to the hells from whence ye came!" attack , damage
"Angradd's wrath, abomination!" Attack +1 (forgot bless), damage
Togog follows Nover as soon as he is able...
"Demon!" Togog snarls. "Angradd guide our blows..."
Nodding at the resolution that has been reached, Togog swiftly proceeds from the room. "Forget not, there is still an innocent to rescue - or so we pray," he nods firmly.
"I don't believe immediate contact with it to be hazardous," I murmur, "and if you wish it, the honour is yours. I do not say the clan erred when they exiled you, but I believe you a changed dwarf, cousin. It is my hope that when this danger is disposed, you will return at my side to your family's embrace."
"It's just water, now, thank Angradd," Togog says. "We can just tip it away." So saying, he puts his gauntleted hands to work, tipping the great rock just enough to spill the water free of it. Then he pauses. "Even the dust and rubble of such a befouled altar might be dangerous, the moreso because it would no longer so obviously show its dark purpose. I fear Miss Elaina is right - we must bring it with us, or collect it on our return, for proper disposal later. Mayhap the church will pay you some fair wages for this fair work, Miss Elaina," Togog says, though he's sure of no such thing, and any true servant of a good deity would gladly perform such labour for free.
"Please wait," I say, "I must appeal to Angradd." Bowing my head in heartfelt prayer, I beseech Angradd to grant me the power to Purify this water of its unholy properties.
"This is evil," I say, "and should be destroyed. The risk, however, is mine to bear." I nod firmly. "Please step aside, Miss Elaina."
"A moment, please, Lady Elaina." I say, as I step forward to study the altar with greater intensity. "If this altar stands to some deity of goodwill, we should clean and honour it, so some true-ordained cleric of their faith can reconsecrate it. If it stands to some dark power, we should wipe its filth from the material plain."
"Stop!" Togog snaps. "That could be very dangerous. Or disrespectful - which, to a certain kind of god, would be worse."
"Angradd protects us as we protect ourselves," I smile at Elaina. Doubtless, the human woman is a little... odd... which only means she'll benefit more from a fuller expounding upon Angradd's divinity. One which she seems all to eager to receive, a sad rarity in my clerical career... "Many times, my eyes have fallen on some cleft of rock or loose scree, and I know Angradd is within me, guiding my sight. Many times, his axe has bounced just so in my hands, finding a crevice in the foe's armor," I smile, "and naturally, should we be wounded, his healing energy flows through me to aid us all, as you have felt," I nod, "and t'were we to be overcome, our souls would be welcomed into his great feasting hall, where mead flows freely and meat roasts over the great fires, and battle is done each day in honour of his name."
"Angradd guide my footsteps," I mutter, feeling his divine power flow through me. With all appropriate caution, I begin to advance down the unexplored corridor. Moments later, I pause and sniff the air. "Smells funny," I mutter, wondering what it might be. Just the musty scent of too-long abandoned and uncleaned tunnels? Or something more?
"We should hurry," I gravel. "Our rest was necessary, but there is still an innocent to rescue, by Angradd's grace."[/b]
"Angradd's guidance came to me in my rest," I reply, "I believe," I lean on the word, "we must pass through the disturbing red room of the floating objects."
"I'm not adverse to harsh conditions in Angradd's service, but an army fights best if rested. We've travelled less than an hour from the town, and we should return there to rest properly. I'll need at least eight hours to sleep and pray, that our expedition is favoured in Angradd's name."
I slowly, and regretfully, nod my agreement. "If we needs-must pass that bizarre room of flesh and weirdness, would be best to have our full wits about us. Of goblins, I have little fear, save for the innocent caught in their clutches, but there is greater weirdness afoot here," I make his sign. "Angradd watch over us."
"No good this way," I mutter. "Unless..." Perception stonework check...
With a soft nod, I proceed up the staircase...
"Die," I snap simply, sweeping at the beast with my axe attack , damage
"Foul creature," I snarl, "die and return to the helldepths from which ye spawned!" Attack Greataxe +3 , damage
Togog's Dwarven fortitude bears up to the challenge... but he can't see what's attack them. "Angradd's blessing be upon you," I say, letting his divine power flow through me to support my friends and allies...
I wave invitation to Nover. "By all means, cousin, proceed," I tell him.
"It's not clear to me what the purpose of this place is," Togog gravels, "but it is clearly beyond goblin wit. The disciples of Torag can return in time. The followers of the Father of Creation will resolve this little puzzle," he pauses, "or smash it with his hammer, if they find its purpose to be some evil." He nods, firmly. "For ourselves, we still have an innocent to rescue, and no time to waste here." So saying, Togog retrieves Elaina from the strange, bubbled space, pulling her back into the normal realm of the corridor, and closes the door behind them. So doing, he turns, and heads back for the junction they so-recently passed, determined to continue swiftly down the other corridor and the spiral-stair they found there. Perception as I go... (+2 if it relates to stonework)
"Angradd protect," I mutter. "This might be an arcane puzzle, or a test of divine faith, or simply a trap." I wrack my brains, considering if there is any religious significance to the objects... Knowledge (religion)...
"He who dares," I mutter, opening the door and stepping through, axe at the ready...
"Angradd favours the direct path," I murmur, slipping past Nover in the narrow passageway. At the junction, I peer down the eastern passageway, studying it, trusting in my stoneskill and darkvision. Perception -2 if its not about stonework Then, judging it clear, I continue on towards to door, pausing to listen for just a moment... Perception
"Innocent lives may yet be at stake." I gravel. "Angradd's fortune favours the bold. I counsel no delay."
"That was Angradd's work, lass," I tell her. "Well done. Let us continue on and bring righteousness wherever we tread."
"You're injured," I murmur to the dervish woman, "and battle-drunk. Angradd's blessing be upon you." Cure light wounds used on Elaine (traded obscuring mist)
Reflex , 3 damage taken "In Angradd's name, filth," I snap, slashing at the foul creature with my great axe. Attack
I feel a sense of relief, as Nover casually reaffirms my hope that he's not yet lost to the allure of the berserker...
"Hark," I murmur, "I hear the weak moans of a tortured soul. Leave this dumb instruments - we must save whomsoever's voice calls out for Angradd's aid!" So saying, I dash forward into the corridor...
"We shouldn't suffer this filth to remain," I say, hefting my axe. "In Angradd's name, smash it all!"
"You are a strange little fellow," Togog tells the gnome. "But many strange allies are sent to us in our hour of need, and I welcome you with goodness in my heart, trusting that it also lies in yours." "We should make haste," I nod onwards, "and pursue this chance to rescue whom we may."
"Well fought, cousin," I congratulate him. "Battle may be madness and senselessness, but in Angradd's sight retain your senses. We are more than goblinoid or giant beasts. We are Dwarves." I step past him, kneeling to consecrate and search the bodies of the sinspawned filth...
Welcome! Also arrgh and apologies for unauthorised absence. Some things happened IRL, and...
I step and turn, placing my back to my cousin's, slashing at the disengaged hellspawn with my axe. "Die, fiend," I snarl, "Angradd's regards to your foul master." Attack
"Step forward, cousin!" I shout, granting Angradd's guidance to Nover's next strike as I do so. "My axe hungers for their foul blood!"
I'm relaxed... happy to leave such things in your hands.
knowledge (history)
"Angradd's beard!" I exclaim, entering the chamber, statue towering above me. "This is a-" Perception-stonework regarding the statue
"This passage kinks to allow for that chamber," I murmur, as we pass down the hall, "rather than continuing straight and building the chamber here." I pause. "Thus inferring that something of particular value lay there which they wished to excavate." I half-smirk. "It's an open book, to a Dwarf. We should investigate."
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