Mmmm yeah. Same. Cheers.
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I've never had much luck recruiting GMs, but if you want to make a post, I'm down, and if you find one, I'd love to keep playing.
Best luck Tom. Hoping you get the help you need.
"Well, no one looks so bad that magic is needed. I should be able to help some of these folks out the old-fashioned way. We'll save the magic for...whatever might happen." Torvent says.
Torvent nods in somber solidarity.
With a wave of his hand, Torvent pulls all the water from Nezz and toward himself. When he lets his hand go, the water falls to the ground in a small puddle. "Sounds like a better plan than standing around waiting to get jumped again." Torvent agrees.
ew, yikes. Agreed, best luck!
"Erm, sorry 'bout that Nezz. I can dry you off if you like," Torvent offers.
Torvent unceremoniously lets loose a blast of water at Nezz, trying to free him of the entrails.
If there's something there, let's deal with it... That's better than having something that could surprise us later... Torvent says.
"Quite welcome, Nezz. Glad you're not!" Torvent replies. As Grymm inspect the potion, he muses, "Grymm...how exactly are you so...happy? Aren't you scared? We still have NO idea what is happening and we're stuck in here!"
Solidarity. Not having a good day here either.
Torvent nods, making his way to Ulfric.
Rushing to Nezz, Torvent kneels down and pushes some healing energy into him as fast as he can, then again.
Torvent frantically blasts again at the corpse, growing concerned as he sees Nezz fall down.
Torvent, caught between helping Nezz and stopping the threat, sends another blast of water at the corpse, hoping to drop it before it can attack again.
"Quick, get it!" Torvent yells, shooting a blast of water at the rising corpse.
"Yeah..." Torvent says, stealing a look, "...but what is it?"
"That's a..." Torvent mumbles quietly, as he starts to say something, then changes his mind. Clearly the sight of the mand and the ghoul is upsetting to Torvent.
Torvent nods to show he's ready.
Torvent assumes a defensive stance and raises his hands to blast anything that might surprise them as they open the door...
Torvent kicks at the corpse occasionally as the others survey the room, still a little nervous the 'thing' might wake back up, even though they gave it quite the showing. "Wow, now that's a nice blade," he says, when he sees the flash of silver Ulfric pulls from the locker. "Someone will be sad they left it behind...assuming they're still...you know...alive."...
Torvent looked between the monster and the bleeding Ulfric, trying desperately to determine a course of action. He knew he had to stop the monster but, Ulfric didn't look like he could take another hit like the last one. Running behind Ulfric, Torvent concentrates then lays a wet hand on Ulfric's back.
"Ooooof" Torvent exhales, grunting.
"Just go AWAY!" Torvent yells, blasting the monster again.
Torvent slips to the side, lines up a shot, and releases a stream of water at the shape-changer
Raising a hand, he points towards the door on the left.
"Be safe, friend. You stay up front, and I'll keep on keeping you alive," he says with a nervous smile.
"I'll follow; I just don't want to be left behind..." Torvent offers.
Torvent looks on as Ulfric provides first aid to Nezz, who still looks a bit wobbly, even as the bleeding stops.
He gulps audibly, continuing,
Torvent leaps into the room despite the panic he feels, and finds a comfortable position in the backmost corner as far from the action as possible. Summoning his element, he blasts a shot towards the tentacled monster:
Torvent only nods in agreement, unwilling to raise his voice less they be heard by something. He holds one hand out in front of himself, ready to blast whatever might be hiding. The other hand he uses to gesture to the others, encouraging them to move forward.
"As much as I'd like to, ignoring problems isn't a good plan. I'll feel a lot better knowing the rooms empty," Torvent says to the others. "Let's do it, and get it over with."
Torvent shoots another stream of water at the giant insect, missing by mere inches as the many-legged foe scuttles out of the way.
Already on edge, Torvent raises both hands and lets loose a blast of water the second he sees the centipedes crawl up from the floor.
"There! There!" he cries out, panicked, but strangely satisfied that his inkling of danger hadn't been for nothing.
"Well, not an exit, but good to have, I suppose. Not doing any good here, might as well take them." Torvent says. Let's keep moving on then, huh? Torvent is still spending a great deal of time looking over his shouldes, and clearly is still very nervous.
"If that's not the way out, then I don't particularly care to get in...but if we killing monsters convinces you to not shoot us, well, I was probably going to do it anwyay..." Torvent trails off, having started his reply with a strong confidence that revealed itself to be fake by the time he finishes. 'Why can't I REMEMBER anything?!'
"Leave and go where? We just want to get out, can't you help us?" Torvent cries out, exasperated.
As the others poke at the door, Torvent nervously looks around, unable to shake the innumerable uncomfortable feelings, and trying to distract himself with vigilance.
Torvent looks around after scrambling up the chute, and managing to hold down the contents of his stomach, if only because there's not much in there to begin with...
I believe we're climbing UP the chute, the heap of bodies being at the bottom, yes?
"No time for honoring the dead," Torvent says, blasting a wave of water at the corpses as soon as Nezz withdraws, clearly working to clear a path to the chute. "If we're not getting up the stairs, chute it is. Who's first?"
I'm all updated now, thanks; I had forgotten that as well. RE: Front Line, Torvent's not your guy. I'm ranged blasts & touch-range heals.
Torvent shivered as he heard Campre discuss the bodies.
The brief flashes of memories he got when finding his possessions brought a little comfort, but only for a few moments. Armored up and bearing his pack, he moves over towards Nezz, ready to move as well. "Mmhhmm. If I never see this room again...too soon..." he trails off.
After helping the cut-up man from the table, and hearing his tale, Torvent gives repeats the process on Ulfric, running a small stream of the conjured water over his wounds.
Ever disturbed by the doctor, and interested in seeing which, if any, of the possessions being to him, Torvent begins sifting through the possessions for anything that runs a bell.
Torvent shuffles out of the cell, and gravitates toward the center of the room, where the now-freed 'patient' sits. As he reaches the table, he holds out his hand, cupped and palm up, where a bit of water has pooled and begun swirling around. Gesturing towards the man, he says, "Are you OK? I can help you, I think, if you need it."
As the adrenaline starts to wear off, Torvent feels more afraid, and more aware of all the uncertainties. He shakes the door, gestures toward the lock, and timidly asks,
Torvent seizes the opportunity to aim a yet another blast at the subdued Doctor.
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