"Aye lad, that I can," Tordrek says, smiling slightly. "Let's get goin' then.
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"Aye, we'd best not be late. I'd be interested to see what the orcs think of a dwarf."
I definitely know how you feel. Taking things at the pace you need to is always the best thing to do.
Tordrek huffs a bit before following the gnome's lead and taking a knee before the ranger and grudgingly saying, "I said I didn't want ta' have ta' shoot ya. I stick by that and would've liked a better resolution."
Tordrek mutters to Posh, "Lad, you'll have to do the talkin', I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my temper from comin' out."
Hey all, I have finals for the next few days so my posting may be sporadic. Feel free to bot me in combat if I'm not able to post.
"What the gnome says is true. Cedric asked me what I thought of the orcs, as I stayed out of the camp in case cover fire was needed, and when I said I didn't care for 'em but wanted ta' withhold judgment, he nocked an arrow and tried ta' shoot on orc guard. I tried to get him to stand down but he had no intention of stopping. I shot him twice but he managed to run away," Tordrek says, managing to restrain his temper.
Tordrek agrees wholeheartedly, "Indeed lad, let's get going ta' get that two-faced slimy bastard!" He takes off running after the brightly colored gnome.
Tordrek wades through the brush, his heavy armor keeping the scratches and discomfort at bay. "Come on lad, ya couldn't track a sheep amblin' right in front of you after a spring rain," he chuckles at the gnome, before beginning to hum a dwarven marching tune.
"I can't promise he'll be unharmed, but I'll make sure he's not dead,"Tordrek says to Artemis, before turning to Posh, "Let's ge ta' it lad. We've got a ways to go and maybe a fight ahead of us." Tordrek sets off, jogging slowly so the gnome can catch up.
Tordrek yells to the guards, "That bastard tried ta attack you. Any help in dealin with him?" before taking another shot at Cedric.
Tordrek whispers, sending a message to Posh, "Cedric's gone rogue, some immediate backup would be greatly appreciated." Tordrek then aims his rifle at Cedric, shouting, "Lad, I didn't want ta do this to ya."
With a soft mutter of, "Gods be damned!"Tordrek runs toward Cedric and hits him with the back of his rifle.
GmLizardwizard: Tordrek startles a bit but gets up from his crouch to face the ranger. "Och, yer gon ta' startle the life outa me like that. I've no qualms against the half-orc, seems trustworthy, as much as anyone really can. While I may not like orcs, I try to withhold judgment until I have anything to judge people on, and I intend it to hold fast with these orcs."
Tordrek sighs a bit at the events unfolding below him and mutters to himself, "Yf this battle gets out of hand I may have ta' start shooting. Won't be easy, but I'll be damned if it won't be fun."
Tordrek hunkers down, attempting to divert any gazes that may fall on him.
"I had best stay back. My trigger finger gets a bit twitchy around orcs. Besides, if things take a turn for the worse I had best stay back to provide cover fire. Give me a signal, and I will start shooting."
Happy holidays to everyone who celebrates them!
Tordrek chuckles and says to Rols, "Lad, I think you'll find I'm a bit more trouble than it's worth to make into stew. Besides, the orcs aren't likely to be picky with who they'll want to stew, so you may find yourself in the pot right next to me."
Tordrek smiles slightly and notes to Artemis, "Ach, I've found speakin' orcish always ends badly. Either you get a cluster of consonants wrong and say " I will break the necks of your children"instead of "hello", or ya can't even talk before you're bein cooked alive."
Tordrek lumbers out, muttering I've no love of orcs but it's a fools errand to shoot first and ask questions later."
Hey all, I'm off school for a bit so I should be able to post more.
Tordrek nods in agreement, "Indeed, stealth is thought of far too highly. Best ta face problems head on."
Tordrek nods at the half-elf before lumbering after the gnome. As they leave he remarks, "That was...interesting, to put it kindly. I'm not sure I'd venture to go through it again."
Tordrek lumbers in with the rest of the group, and settles himself near the back of the room. Upon hearing Alvin ask some questions, Tordrek nods thoughtfully and remarks, "The lads got the right idea. Say, Mister...Tibby is it? Do ye know why orcs might be fixin' to attack ya? Could help us in fightin' or even talking to them."
"Warm, gooey and not yours? Guess I can't go around stealin' maple syrup like I always do," Tordrek chuckles to nobody in particular.
Tordrek lumbers into the office, dressed in a heavy suit of splint mail. A musket is slung on his back, along with a pack bulging with survival gear. He nods to the rest of the group before saying solemnly, "I see we're all here. Good to know the rest of ya made it through the night."
Tordrek will follow Rols' example, raising a glass of ale before letting if fall to the ground, "To the valorous dead, may they rest easy and their sacrifices not be in vain." Tordrek stops to check in on an injured warrior, making a makeshift bandage out of a strip of his uniform. Satisfied with his work, Tordrek trudges off. This was supposed to be a joyous day, one where I could shed the pains of my past. Evidently not. But gods be damned, we're the new dawn of the New Dawn, and no power in this world can stop us.
Tordrek scowls and says to Alvin, "Lad, now is no time ta blame the Order for what's been done. While limiting our trust may be helpful, we've sworn to serve the Order and neither Hell nor high water will stop me."
Tordrek smiles grimly and notes to Posh, "Lad, I make a point to never go anywhere without my armor and musket. If I had those, I'd be untouchable. Thanks for the healin' though. It's much appreciated."
"Lad, ya picked the wrong side. I'm sorry to have to do this to ya," Tordrek says apologetically as he bludgeons the cultist with his warhammer.
Tordrek runs toward the cultist near Rols, smashing his warhammer into their chest.
I agree with Lienhol, roll20 isn't a great system. I generally prefer to use Google for maps.
"Gods be damned," Tordrek mutters as he draws the warhammer off of his hip.
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