Disturbed by Cythraul's disappearance, Tortok narrows his eyes at Capra guardedly, awaiting her response.
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Tortok listens to Capra's story and nods. "I will help however I can."
Tortok looks over the stabe hand's collection of stones impassively. "Heavy. Compact. These will do well." He nods to the man. "Be careful." He turns and follows the others into the cantina.
Tortok nods to Grotbaard. "Be in in just a moment."
Tortok glances furtively at the woman, then turns and approaches the man near the stable, curious about what he is crafting.
Tortok accepts the bag with a nod, and gives Grotbaard his personal space. This world takes its toll, he thinks, and we must each pay it alone. He offers to take a shift during the night; the order makes no difference to him.
Tortok nods. "This man is our best chance at survival."
Tortok gathers power and takes aim at the nearest foe not in melee.
Tortok growls softly and hurries after Grotbaard.
Tortok moves to follow the dwarf. Here is someone with some knowledge of the outside world. Perhaps he can lead us to a new home.
Tortok gapes at the curious device. "A weapon of some kind?"
Tortok nods gruffly and prepares to fire a shard of earth at anything hostile behind the tapestry.
Tortok nods to Kentalla. "Go right ahead." Fidgeting with a rock in his hand, he thinks out loud. "This place could serve as a good shelter if we could get rid of its inhabitants. It's daytime, so perhaps most of them are sleeping?"
"Who is up to the task?" says Tortok, considering the masterwork tools. "I don't know much about these contraptions myself."
"Any idea how many of those creatures live here? Is there any chance of us overtaking them?"
Tortok eyes the dwarf and the tapestry warily, saying nothing.
Tortok fidgets with a stone in his hand as he proceeds. "I hope there are not more of those things in here. Too many more, anyway."
Tortok nods and readies to slowly follow the group towards the creature.
Tortok gathers power and once again takes aim at the creatures with a piercing blast of earth.
Tortok gathers power and readies to shoot an earth blast at any creature who moves to attack.
Tortok grimaces as he stumbles and slides downward into the cavern.
Tortok grunts warily, joining Karsha in examining the door.
Good with me.
Tortok proceeds carefully. Hopefully whatever lurks here will be friendlier than the creatures outside.
Tortok peers into the darkened passage. "I say we go in. There may be other people, or at least something we can use." He positions himself near the rear of the group.
Tortok eyes the holes in the wall suspiciously, then considers the runes on the door. "A puzzle of some kind? Or something else?" Could whoever lived here have a connection to the elements similar to my own?
Tortok quickly follows Jorrick into the crevasse.
Tortok stumbles to his feet, staring in horror at the enormous worm.
The earth cries out, Tortok thinks to himself as he looks to the others for guidance.
Tortok makes a mad dash towards the yard's exit.
Tortok follows the others as softly as possible.
“Let us flee. If it chases us, so be it; this way we at least have a chance of avoiding it entirely.”
Tortok fills his skin and looks at the others severely. “And now? You all know how I feel. We should take this water outside and find a new home. There is only death here.”
Tortok silently motions to the route alongside the cliffs on the left, giving the others a shrugging look.
Tortok briefly checks the landscape for tracks to see if any of the routes are less likely to see traffic from dangerous creatures.
Tortok nods. "I agree. In fact... I would just as soon we be rid of the yard entirely and find ourselves a new home, if the rest of you are with me. This place is dying, and we may not get an opportunity like this again."
Tortok gathers power and flings a piercing shard of earth at the scorpion.
How far away is the scorpion from us?
Tortok shakes his head gruffly. “The yard is a lost cause... We only delay the inevitable.” Nonetheless, he begrudgingly prepares to gather earthen matter into his hands, waiting for the others to ready themselves against the beast.
Tortok nodded. “Let us be off, then.”
Tortok grimaced. "Predators about. Plague within. This may be our final night in the yard... one way or another."
Magic Item Wishlist: Only particular wish is Kineticist's Diadem (Green); otherwise I'm cool with whatever shows up.
Tortok adjusted his armor and glanced furtively at the yard's other denizens. No point staying, he thought. The sickness will take hold soon... and besides, I have no bonds with any of them. The earth will provide. Or it won't. Walking slowly towards the yard's opening, Tortok stared stoically at the other runners. Strength in numbers. I wonder, would they join me?
Hey hey! Excited to see where this goes.
Last year, nobody on Earth would have expected Brody to end up here. He was an underachieving slacker from a lower-middle-class family. And then, everything changed. Brody changed. Suddenly he was handsome, athletic and clever. His family inherited millions of dollars from a distant relative they'd never heard of. They moved to an upscale neighborhood and Brody transferred to a prestigious boarding school. He was on his way up. And all it cost him was his soul. *** Brody waved goodbye to the rest of the lacrosse team. As he turned away, a cruel grin spread over his face. He unlocked his phone and tapped an unlabeled icon, a strange red symbol that couldn't be deleted (not that he would ever want to). The screen on his phone became filled with dark, smoky, undulating shapes shot through with brief flashes of multicolored lightning. "So," Brody said softly. "What else do you need me to do?" |