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Torg agrees with Dashuun, "So we use their distraction to do what? Are we sneaking into a camp full of five hundred goblins or fifty goblins? We were all almost killed by a dozen or so of the brutes, so unless we can be sure that these reinforcements can actually hold their ground in a fight, then I am hesitant to leave our backs exposed if things go wrong. If they are paying a fortune for these levies, what are they paying us?"
Torg finishes an extract of crafter's fortune and guzzles it down. He then sets to work on crafting harpy musk from substitute alchemical ingredients.
Torg ponders for a moment and then gives a defeated shrug. He mentions, "This won't be easy. We are not exactly a very stealthy bunch of individuals. Perhaps the town could assist us by providing me with some alchemical ingredients? I could brew some potions to help us on this deadly endeavor." He hands the sheriff a hastily scrawled list containing the following items: List: Flask of Concentrated Ghast Remains Jar of Harpy Musk Ground Cumin Yellow Mustard Seed Cinnamon Sticky Fungoids Coal
Returning from his meeting with the blacksmith, Torg is wearing gleaming silver scale mail armor rather than his old chain shirt. He asks Elena to catch him up on what he may have missed before adding, "I think we can use some alchemical substances to melt the bricks in the glassworks, if we want to try that tunnel again. Otherwise, perhaps a light battering ram would do the trick?"
Torg exchanges a pile of heavy golden coins with the blacksmith after trying on the armor, testing the leather straps, and inspecting the metal scale work carefully for defects. He will then return to the inn to meet with his fellow adventurers and see what the next steps of the journey will be.
"Hello Glaucus, I'm Deputy Torg, Sheriff of Sandpoint. I'm also a surgeon, if that matters," says Torg as he eyes the wild looking man warily. Turning his attention to the boy, Torg offers him two coppers as a response and sends him on his way.
"Hm. Maybe explosives would do the trick? I might be able to make some acid that would work against the brick wall as well."
Torg pushes the shovel back into the rubble with an audible metallic crunch and continues to remove rocks and dirt from their path. "No need to hire townsfolk, this tunnel can't go too much further," he replies.
"Oof. What have we here? Someone bring a light and let us take a look," says Torg as he returns the shovel to Broon and draws his weapon. He will begin advancing down the tunnel, unless someone else wants to take the lead.
Huffing from the exertion, Torg drops the shovel and leans against the tunnel wall. After a moment he says, "I agree -- this wall is made of blocks no mortal man can crack." Torg will wait a few minutes to regain his strength and then begin digging on the other buried section of the wall.
"The one with bricks will be easier to clear. Should we start there?" Assuming no one disagrees, Torg would assist Broon with breaking through the masonry and clearing a patch beyond. If he is not digging, he will stand watch for surprises.
Torg agrees with the plan of action by the others and spends the night doing his best to recover from the injuries he sustained in the Glassworks.
I'm alive and traveling less this month. Still no internet at house, so I can only post at work for the moment. I'll catch-up on the gameplay thread tonight.
Torg studies the wounds on his body, wet blood still drying in numerous places across his exposed arms and legs. He says in a worried tone, "I still don't like this...we are ill-trained and armored if we run into too many goblins or worse." His gaze shifts between his companions and the exits to the large room, wary of further danger. "If we must continue, I suggest we hurry though...this combination of caloric, rattan palm fruit resin, and alum won't keep me going much longer," he continues.
"More fighting is no good with these wounds. We need to see a priest before we continue farther. It would only take a couple of goblins to kill the lot of you, and I don't know if I can muster my anger again today. We can't save Ameiko if we are dead."
Home for the weekend from Dallas, traveling all week to Ohio and Illinois for work. Yay -- will try to post as often as possible, but not being home is making this a challenge.
Panting heavily, Torg leans against the stone wall of the forge to catch his breath after the combat. He shakes off the daze after a few seconds as the rage leaves his blood, the claws and fangs melting away into insubstantial wisps of smoke leaving behind only his rough natural features. He takes a few halting steps across the forge to retrieve his great axe, strapping it across his back once more. He then pilfers through the goblins' possessions. If he spots the alchemical potion, he will pick it up or ask the individual to take a look at it.
He will wait to gather his breath and regroup with his companions, wary of additional goblins or creatures coming to investigate the nature of the fighting.
Torg circles the monk and then leaps onto him from behind, biting and clawing at the man's back.
Torg wheezes as he sucks air back into his lungs. He shakes his head off momentarily and then sees the roundhouse kick to Broon's throat. He bounds around the table and catches up to Tsuto, biting at his throat.
Reaching down to pick-up his axe, Torg tries to locate his foe.
Torg, with the strength of five gorillas, drops his axe, grabs the table and pivots it. He then bullrushes the table into the wall, crushing the man and the goblin before him.
Torg, his back against the table, lashes out at the goblin on his flank with his great axe.
Torg creeps up close to the door, waiting for it to be opened. He will spring onto the nearest goblin when the door opens, attacking with all of his weapons and raging.
Torg, sensing the danger from the goblins, reaches into his coat pocket and removes the corked metal flask. Red vapors float out of his nostrils in a hazy cloud after he imbibes the liquid. His muscles bunch and tighten, his chest expands to push against his armor, claws burst forth from his knuckles, and his teeth sharpen into needle-like daggers. Finally, he tries to carefully slide his great-axe out of the sheath at his back to avoid making any noise.
I think I finished leveling-up. I still have no internet at my house. I'm traveling this week, so hopefully I can update from the hotel WiFi. +1 Fort, +1 Reflex
Torg looks at the others and shrugs his shoulders, "So, we wait?"
Torg agrees with Dashuun, "I would rather not face a lot of the little beasts, but perhaps we could search for where their leader is located? Do we have any clues?"
Back in the U.S. and I have internet again (No internet for 10 days makes me feel inhuman!) Jet lagged tonight, but I'll get caught up and start posting again tomorrow.
Hi all, Moving from Belgium back to the U.S. next week. Might be semi-AFK while I get moved and settled.
Once he is done with his dissection, Torg will preserve non-edible parts of the boar for future alchemical research, and then assist the others with taking into the tavern kitchen to be prepared. He'll keep the boar's head separate and intact, in-case anyone wishes to have it mounted. Afterwards, having become covered in blood and other fluids from the boar, he looks for Ameiko and asks, "Can you draw a hot bath for me?"He will leave her a silver piece as payment, if she can. Once he is bathed, he will go out into town and look for a book, ink pot, and quill so that he can diagram from memory the insides of the boar that he vivissected. He will also spend some time writing out notes on which parts of the boar are most likely to grant it the uncommon strength and rage it possesed. Finally, he will find the others for the feast!
Torg will find his surgical tools back in town and dissect the boar, still alive, to further his pursuit of knowledge. He'll be careful not to spoil the meat, but will otherwise poke, prod, and remove unnecessary organs one at a time.
Torg begins to tie-up the boar and make it ready for transport. He is careful to make sure it won't be able to thrash around too much should it awaken. He adds, "I will kill it and clean it for our feast when we return. It's best to leave the meat as fresh as possible."
Torg circles around the thrashing boar to flank the beast. He turn his axe over and brings it up underneath the beasts belly, attempting to hit the heart.
Crunching across the rocks and fallen brush along the shore, Torg pounds across the ground to close the distance between himself and the boar. He leaps into the air and brings his axe down with both hands, attempting to sever the creatures neck with a single blow, but he misjudges his strength and leaps too far past the creature.
Torg dismounts and approaches on foot, motioning with his great axe for the others to follow him. He judges from Aldern's charge where the boar is going to be driven and motions the others to fan out to make sure it doesn't escape once it's been rooted out.
Torg finds the largest of the mounts offered the most to his liking. He listens to their conversation, but adds little himself. He seems to prefer prodding the horse to see how it reacts and with looking for signs of the boar.
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