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"Sabre defend Pethorn!" Tresmeer sends the hound after his master's son. The dog launches itself at the slow moving monster, its jaws wide.
Meanwhile Tresmeer heads the other way in case Henry needs help too but seeing the body fall, he changes direction with a grunt at the effort to turn his old bones. Then slices at the one attacking his boy from behind.
Tresmeer's mouth makes an O as his son breaks cover. Shaking his head at the folly of leaving the house, he hefts his sickle and follows. "Pethorn don't die for them! Come back here. Ye Gods! Sabre heel!" The elder man and his hound come out heading after the halfling and trying to block the zombies from Pethorn.
"Son, can you deal with the lock? You're better at this than I will ever be." He steps back to Kallin and smiles proudly.
"Yes. It all feels wrong. Maybe they are hiding in that cellar or.....for good or ill I suppose. Standing here helps no one. Come on Sabre. Keep an eye around out here so we are not trapped." The old man simply opens the door and calls softly, his faithful hound sniffing beside him. The sickle is held by one leg, almost hidden. "Hello?"
Tresmeer collars Sabre and slowly walks forwards with the others to enter the building.
Tresmeer charges forwards to help Kallin. He sweeps the sickle down across its back from behind and calls to Sabre to join the fight.
The dog snaps at thin air baulked by the smell of rotting flesh but Tresmeer's sickle peels open the zombie's back.
On the way out from Soliene's, Tresmeer's cold morning cough hacks away for a while until it is clear. Then the man listens to the elf and suggests "why not close it until we return and then open it when we return? That sounds safer." Once inside Tresmeer nods to Kallin "Let us stay together for now until we can get an idea of what the problem here is. Kallin could a fog create shambling dead?"
"Thank you Soliene. Sabre enjoyed the stay too but now it is time to face this foulness of Kolli."
Tresmeer nods in agreement. "I wonder if the foul air is caused by some item brought back by those adventurers? It is a guess but logically there must be a reason for this coincidence. Mayhap the zombies are collecting bodies for a greater army or greater protection while Kolli grows like a cancer. That hedge is a bandage but we need to go in and find out more about the reason behind all this," waves the blacksmith. He looks back at Pethorn and agrees, "we should get some rest if that is okay?"
"Please. We have been sent from Ardfell since we have had no word from Kolli. The last village spoke of terrible walking dead that attacked. I understand little more except that my friend Beldinar has been dragged inside the hedge. What is going on here? Anything you can tell us would be useful. Tresmeer adopts a less aggressive stance than Henry and slips past his drawn sword to partially cover the blade from the elf, hoping to come across as a friend.
"Sounds good Kallin. You hurt son?" Tresmeer snaps off a small twig and shakes his head again. He helps the halfling to his furry feet. "I doubt that druid will allow us entry easily when they use such a strong spell to seal in the village."
Tresmeer looks around for a way in between the gorse thorns. he gradually works his way along. "Maybe now is the time for some halfling scouting first? This bush will take a good deal of cutting and it might warn them we are coming. There must be a way in and out, mustn't there?"
"Kallin? Pethorn? Which one of you wants this spare sickle?"
Tresmeer takes one of the sickles and waves the other towards Henry. He also hands a couple of the oil flasks to Pethorn and Kallin. "You have been a great help here. I promise to do my utmost to help save Kolli and here. Beldinar was a good friend and I'll do my best to find him. Come on Sabre! It must be time to go."
"Thanks Orgum."
Tresmeer makes a mental sum or two and frowns, "Orgum, I understand there are about nine, possibly ten creatures with Beldinar, all loose from Kolli. Three more are accounted for as dead .........again. But how many people live in Kolli. Aren't there more?"
"Thank you Orgum. I understand your plight better now. As for a weapon do you have sickles? One or two if those should slash through a few zombies like wheat."
"...and flasks of oil perhaps before you leave for Ardfell.
"What weapons are best to use against them? Fire flasks of oil perhaps, or spears. Can they make horses into zombies or flying creatures? I have no knowledge of this." Tresmeer looked around the room. "Who else will come and help us? We are four and a dog. An old dog. Could do with one or two more, couldn't we?" The old man goes to the window and stares outside, murmuring "why attack here, now?" Out comes the pipe and soon smoke is billowing all about his grey hair and straw hat as he thinks.
Turning round again Tresmeer smiles at Pethorn, "we are well armed but this is your home. Your livelihood. Someone should come and help us."
Tresmeer relaxes a little and enters with Pethorn. "Sorry son, my blood was up but I didn't realise you had been hurt. Sorry," he mumbles again.
"I am Trresmeer the Smithy. Kallin the priest and Henry the warrior are here to help. Who are you? and how many are you? Tell us of what has been happening here so that an honest man does not open his door to visitors. If you are honest?" Tresmeer waves his son out of sight just in case.
"What of your faith, Kallin? I asked of Pharasma but the goblins interrupted us a little. As for that fight, it was the first time I have used my morningstar in anger. Well done Sabre. Have some dried meat, you old hound. Ha"
Reaching Nidas, Tresmeer stays with the others as they approach. "Do you want Pethorn to take a look around? He is good at it."
Tresmeer sweeps the legs , Sabre just naturally nips at the heels to drag the goblin down and finish it off The morningstar tangles up its legs, connecting with a kneecap in an explosion of bone, but the screaming goblin never feels Sabre rip out his throat straight after.
Tresmeer and Sabre continue the assault. Sabre is finding renewed strength or is it one last hurrah of an old dog? He leaps at the face of the creature just as his master's morningstar swings across the back of its neck.
I know what you mean. And we have a British bank holiday tomorrow but that is when my daughter's party is on the seafront. Will post afterwards. Cheers
Without thinking Tresmeer releases the donkey reins and calls "attack!" pointing at the left goblin for Sabre. Then the old man races forwards swinging the unnatural morningstar in a wide arc towards the melon head of the middle goblin archer. He roars like a barbarian with a sore head and hopes... , confirm , damage , Sabre , damage
The old man tries to keep a watch on the woods around, not relying on his old hound. He knocks his pipe on a passing branch and puts it away in his top pocket. Then the smith turns briefly to Kallin, [/b]"so tell me about why you have come to our village. Its a long walk and I know little of Pharasmans."[/b]
"Oh yes. Sorry Henry," He hurries outside and whistles to the donkey as he approaches. "Not a friendly donkey, this one. Never come up behind it. That's all you need to know." The elderly man hefts his armour and morningstar then pulls on the donkey rope to get it started. As Tresmeer moves off with the others his faithful hound, Sabre, falls into place next to him.
"So we may face goblins and if we are truly unlucky an ogre. Best avoid them."
Tresmeer stops for a second and taps the side of his head.
[i]Lord Thervin the Lich, what is a lich? Monsters outside our gates, what monsters?[/ooc] The old man wanders round the edge of room thinking and murmuring to himself.
Tresmeer sits back and points about with his pipe as he speaks, "I expected that merchant Beldinar last week from Nidas. He is not usually late, and his wife's honeycakes are missed, especially by Pethorn. Yes, I have no good reason not to go for the village. Luckily Garath is more than capable to look after the forge these days." The old man stretches up and rubs his aching back unconsciously. He smiles at the others and gives Pethorn his trademark "thumbs up" for a good decision with one gnarled hand.
Happy to help and its always good to be chosen. Pethorn - Tresmeer could probably make a masterwork chain shirt for you. He has the skills and I think he would want the best for his little chap. I'll build something about Pethorn into his background. I have a fair bit of gold to spend and I'll try to do that later this morning. Otherwise it will have to be tomorrow. Cheers
"Pops! pops! come here and say that - you young whippersnapper." I am sure he can learn to look the other way, especially for an adopted son. GM thanks for the languages, that is updated now. Looking forward to seeing how this pans out. I have played in both those scenarios and the mechanics can work - they do however need loads of effort. Probably too much for a pbp. Cheers
How do you plan to move us from NPC to PC. Is this going to be like Treasure Hunt/Under Illefarn or do you have your own ideas? Also Tresmeer needs to choose three languages. Advice please on what the likely ones are around Ardfell. By the way, Tresmeer may go witch (instead of wizard) if the game plays out that way. Do we have a future rogue in this group? If not then consider that Tresmeer's skills may include Disable Device before we start. Its a stretch but not beyond the bounds of possibility. Cheers
Tresmeer needs some polishing but you can get the jist from his profile. Cheers
Thanks GM Henry Fortuna. I'll work on it later. Cheers
I am interested and I'll give it some thought. NPC to hero is one of my favourite game starts so this sounds right up my street. As for which NPC, not sure yet, but probably the expert since I generally play spellcasters in the other pbp games. An elderly blacksmith with a secret love of arcane magic - if you will allow us to use the age changes to stats too? Then he will be the father who can hand over the forge to his his young son. Let me know. He could become the wizard if all goes according to plan. Cheers EDIT: Here is one possible character and his stats, not too optimised really.
Tresmeer is pretty much done. DMs
Spoiler:
There is only one question. I have 2 claw attacks but I wasn't sure if I needed to take 2 wpn fighting for a -2/-2 penalty to attack or if the bloodline means I get a +0/+0 attack bonus. What do you guys think, it isn't clear? I'd rather use the feat elsewhere if not necessary. Cheers and looking forward to this.
Frustrated, irritated, hungry and getting just a little angry with his lot, Tresmeer returns to the main corridor and begins checking doors and openly them. He takes care to shut the door between the kitchen and the party so that no noise may reach any yrch.
Vainly Tresmeer searches the room, hearth, under the carpet wherever to find some food.
The farmer swears under his breath. Alot.
Tresmeer nips through the door and listens at the first right hand door, hopefully into the kitchen. Smiling at the thought of bread and meat! He only spends a little while doing this before slowly opening the door a crack to help listening again.
He only opens the door a little in case the monsters are waiting the other side. The farmer grips his sword tight in case of trouble.
Tresmeer quietly opens the right hand door a smidgen and carefully listens.
After he gently closes it again to think.
Reaching the far corner, near the kitchen, Tresmeer listens then peeps round to see if any yrch are blocking his route to the kitchen.
Tresmeer enters and searches. Then he will move further down the corridor towards the kitchen room and listen.
Tresmeer leaves the wreckage, more confident that Conneach's map is accurate. He briefly checks back west to the party to see if they are in trouble and then bobs into the room opposite. If anyone at the back notices his movement, the moorwalker waves to show that everything is fine.
Tresmeer continues searching the library and the rooms on the other side, mumbling to himself. "Make too much noise mebbe best I be out dere way fur them. Them pooka un yrch not fall like storm un dem all. Little Torwalker be a mite clumsy fur safe walkin' with dem."
"Tresmeer!" Siobhán calls out in a whisper after the shepherd as he starts to move away from the group. "We should all stay together" She adds as she follows and grabs hold of his wrist in an attempt to stop his progress down the corridor. "Doan Eee worry none. Baint goin' far." Tresmeer smiles and his tummy gurgles again. "Kitchen be jess round der corner." He pats her hand and lifts it off then carries on with his stubborn searching. "Jess call me if'n I be needed. Baint much use anywho."
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