Yup, hard decision to make.
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Looking down at the tarp covered artifact, "huh, so that's what's causing all this fuss..." He turns back hearing word of orcs accompanying the giants above, "Orcs sound easier than giants!" he declares, rolling his shoulders watching the stairs at the far side of the common area.
"I don't suppose there are any secret, very powerful, giant-killing weapons aboard this vessel?" Jacynta asks dryly. Tuk puffs up his chest and says, "Me! " then smiles, "Well not yet at least ! If some of the older Tuks were here, they'd show them giants a thing or two!" he declares, then remembers that the senior Tuks were no more. His face somber, he nods, "Yeah, the stone thingy's nice and all, but let them have it...."
Tuk reluctantly joins the exodus to the lower decks, but cranes his neck to see what kind of creature just landed on the airship...."Blast the Hells! It's a fire giant!" he exclaims, beyond excited to see one up close. he frowns though, thinking out loud, "Somethings off about that one..."
Tuk leans out from the rigging to get a better look at the descending airship, "I looks to be about 1200 ft up..." he calls out to anyone interested. He overhears Thalmor's comment, "You might be right there! We should man the decks help the crew repel the invaders!" he says, hopping down from the rigging, looing about, "This thing have any weapons? "
Up on his perch, Tuk let out a guffaw, subsiding to stifled giggles, "....ass in the butter....that's a good one!" Crunch:
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Tuk sits up on a piece of rigging, alternating between listening to the wind-bag Aemon natter on, looking up at the constrained elemental or out at the countryside slowly sliding by.
Still here! As an IT worker, I know very well the great benefits of technology....except when it doesn't work !!! :) Glad you got it sorted.
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Tuk, leaning against the gunwale, looking out at the approaching water, craned his head up to regard the tall automaton, "Well, Mr Three, when yer my size, ya gotta be a little tricksy, see? It's good to have a big , strong'un like you around. You pound'em , while I confound'em! Do we have a deal?" Tuk exclaims.
Tuk nods, agreeing with the sentiment, "Ya, what ya do is what ya are! " He fetches his rapier, then look sideways up at Valeros, "Wanna some more sparrin' up on deck? I'm just gettin' warmed up! "
That's a good compromise , I think
I'm torn on the Reactions. On one hand I quite like the variety of things that can and did happen, it added that cinematic feel I think mittean is going for. It was fun! On the other hand, it felt odd for my character to be doing these neat things without any input from me. I realize that's due to the nature of PBP, it's probably different face-to-face. Maybe, letting us roll for the possible reaction on our turn. That way at least its our random chance that determines the action. It's a bit silly, but I'd probably feel better about it then ;)
Tuk fetches his rapier and rubs the back of his neck, and then his sore nose, "That was a nice bit o' fun! I'll be takin' to the air more oft'n if t'is how lively it gets!" he exclaims. He watches carefully as Valeros performs his 'wind-back' magic, nodding, "Neat trick, big man. " he observed respectfully. Nodding to #3, "Remember it? You better believe it! It's my life's work....all us Tuks together..." he begins , then his shoulders slumps a bit, "Ah...together...not much together when yer the only one!" He looks up at Thuurvi, brightening his voice , it seems by will alone, "Let them come! I figure we'll take'em down right quick! "
Round 11 Wiggling his fingers around the hilt of his dagger, the feeling in them restored, Tuk calls out, "HA! take that you Big-Assed Ass!". He then moves in again, intending to end this once and for all! Crunch:
Tuk grimaces as he rubs his numbed arm, but keep an eye on the big boy Valeros, ready to dodge away from any attack from the warrior, "Yer gonna pay for that one..."
GM: K I'll double check.
Round 9 Tuk is quite happy with his deflection of Valeros' large blade with his dagger; he'd angled his blade just so. But he's less enthused about Valeros quaffing his potion, "That there's cheatin' " is all he utters as he leaps once more to the attack. Crunch:
Round 8 Tuk sees #3 wavering, and cries out , grinning from ear to ear, "Let's go metal-man, we've him on th' rope!".
Tuk bellows up at the enlarged Valeros, "Come on , big guy, pick on some yer own....er...well...my size!" He skips in , slashing again at Valeros' legs... Crunch:
Happy Birthday!! I'm liking the narrative-like way things are coming together.
Round 8
Tuk growls in frustration as he keeps getting hit by the enlarged man, ducking in to try to even the score! Crunch:
GM: Ha! I put in a post doing just what you did...but mine was a miss! But the post disappeared into the ether...or I forgot to submit ( I'm not telling :) ) . Your result was much better !
GM: Hmm, I think what happened in my head was; I checked the rule and saw that one could draw a weapon as a free action with a Move Action, and probably figured it should also be a free action if you didn't Move! Or I just forgot to ask first :) As for the +3 , not sure where I got that. I think I confused the weapon finesse as giving the dex to damage...
Tuk winces from Valeros' latest blow, muttering to himself, "The harder they hit, the harder they fall..." He swings in around Three, slashing at Valeros' large calves... Crunch:
Round 5 Tuk glances in the direction his rapier went flying, then shrugs and draws his dagger, then moves up closer to engage with Valeros once again. Smiling, he taunts the enlarged man, "That bigger and better spell didn't seem to do much for ya down in th' basement!" He leaps in, slashing with his dagger... Crunch: Draw dagger as a free action.
If attacked by Valeros and is missed, Tuk will use another panache to initiate another Underfoot Assault. Can't resist! :)
GM: Hmm, ok I'll double check...HeroLab is never wrong! :) Nice write up ,by the way!
Tuk spins around Valeros' knee, scooting back between the warrior's legs. A shadow looms and he sees #3 attempt to grab on to Valeros, his large metal hand reaching out.... Tuk decides to help out and lunges upward, trying to embed his rapier's point in Valeros' meaty buttocks! Crunch:
GM: hmmm. Quite the analysis :). Nice little feat chain you've laid out for me ! Thanks, I have problem at all with your interpretation.
Tuk blinks the stars from his eyes from Valeros' blow, commenting "If that's all ya got...". He continues to dance around Valeros' big feet, then lunges forward and up, aiming his rapier at the man's exposed crotch, "Take that! Crunch:
GM: That's right no attack with 'underfoot assault', I thought it was his turn to attack... my bad.
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Immediate Action: 5ft step to initial Underfoot Assault
Tuk glanced around as the mist obscured the room, but shrugged, he'd manage just fine. Then Valeros' big body came crashing out of the mist, Tuk side stepped his rush easily, casually striking out with his rapier at the man's meaty thigh. Not noticing if he struck home or not, Tuk then did the opposite of what people his stature usually did, stepped closer to Valeros, until he was moving with the man, weaving in and out of his feet and legs! As he spins around Valeros' legs, he keeps up sort of chant, "Whoops, careful now, step lightly now.... Whoops, careful now, step lightly now..." then he jabs at the man with his rapier!
Before I go, can I consider his failed overrun to be a missed 'attack' for the purposes of firing off my.immediate action?
GM:
Would you mind putting a copy of each character's icon next to their condition tracker. Not exactly sure who everyone is...except for me and the iconics :) Tuk moves forward, drawing his rapier as he does so until he's standing near the kitchen. Then he stands and waits for Valeros' charge, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, his relaxed stance betrayed by the intensity of his gaze on the large man. He makes a impatient gesture to Valeros, egging the man on. Crunch: Move action. Total Defence: +4 to Defence When Valeros attacks....and misses :) Tuk will use 1 panache to engage his Underfoot Assault ability
I give people 24hrs from my last combat post...
Jacynta:
As the event in the room lead to interesting diversions, Tuk smiles at Jaynta, "Thanks fer lettin' me ken about my cousin's fate, it stings but I appreciate it all the same." He then smiles apologetically then turns and joins the others...
Tuk come out of the shadows of a nearby corner, marches right up to Valeros and grabs his arm, "I consent to train with Valeros d'Deneith, for all must bleed. Blood will have blood." He then looks the warrior up and down, commenting ,"You'll make a good sound when you hit the deck!"
As Jacynta pull Tuk aside, he says over his shoulder to Thalmor, "If it's a game of chance yer after, I'm up for it!" Jacynta: Tuk rubs his face with one hand at the news, shaking his head, "Ah, 'tis sad news , Jacynta, but thank you. Xen'drik you say? Hmm, could have been Tuk , The Seeker...or perhaps, Tuk, The Lost. Hard to say, we went all over. " Tuk explains. Then he considers Jacynta for a moment, before deciding to confide in her, "I'll let you in on a secret. Seems one of my cousins pissed off someone or something, and Tuks have been dying ever since. That landslide that took out my home? Deliberate." he says the last word really slow to let it's meaning sink in.
Sure a bit o' the fisticuffs would be fun!
Yup, I agree, 5 is a good number.
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Gotcha! I'll try to be more circumspect with my revelations ! :)
Common Room: Tuk ponders Aemon's query, then says, "I'll likely snag a bit o' a nap, as I says, sleep wasnt' comin' last night. Or I'll haunt the deck, interesting view....more interesting conversations..." he says mystriously. He sips his drink and nods at Jacynta, "Sure, if ya like. But, I'm no Master...not yet at least." Tuk responds with a smile.
Common Room:
Reaching across the table to fetch his cup, Tuk observes drily to Thuurvi, "The womenfolk ain't been shy of spilling the blood either, I reckon" Having secured his drink from Aemon's demonstrations, Tuk takes a drink, then eyes Aemon before answering. While he was supposed to be going into 'hiding' he had no intention on hiding himself! "Well, I be from HalfHome, where all us Tuk's were born and bred. " he says proudly, biting off a piece of bread, "But , that's all gone now. Seems someone's got it out for us Tuks. Going ta ground, as they say, in Sylbaran...hopin' to make meself useful..." He grabs a slice of cheese and mashes it, with a piece of back, into his piece of bread, folded. Taking a bite, Tuk leans back and looks at Aemon and the rest, gauging their reactions to what he said, looking for any signs of recognition of the conspiracy against the Tuks Crunch:
For Derring-Do, i think it's as you say, I'd spend the panache and roll the extra dice when I make the check. For the other two, I think I'd just have to declare that "If MR X attacks me I'll use my dodging Panache or Underfoot Assault"
Common Room: Tuk hops down from the ladder, not at all discomfited that most ignored his greeting. But he does manage a wide smile for Jacynta. Taking up a seat at the table, he grabbed whatever foodstuffs were within reach or passed him by, stuffing a prodigious amount of food into his small frame. He listens to the the discussion as to the nature of the pillar being delivered to Sylbaran, piping up around a mouthful of food, "Giantsh like the ol' sstuff made by th' ol' giantsh, " he chews a bit, then swallows, clearing his throat, "Sorry... I've heard that the giant's of Droaan revere the old Xendrik giant sites....might be mistake putting something like that up in a town so close..."
Up on deck:
Tuk watches the royals leave, letting himself smirk a bit, glad in the knowledge that even royalty have their issues with family. That bit about mage-breeding caught his attention, though. "Hah, bet they didn't want to let that slip!" he thought to himself. He allowed himself a few more minutes of reflection, watching the countryside below scroll by, then the aromas from the common room began to sneak up through the deckboards. A grumble in his stomach reminded Tuk of a saying that his grandfather, Tuk, the Elder used to quote often, "Feed yer tummy, feed yer life". This was usually said as an excuse to eat an enormous second breakfast! Chuckling, his thoughts brighter, Tuk turned and returned below decks to see what was cooking... Common Room: The hatch opens and the red-haired halfling returns, looking much more convivial than when he'd passed through earlier. "Greetings, all! " he declared from the ladder, "My apologies if I was abrupt earlier, I seem to be averse to sleeping on an airship! Tuk Nimbleguts, 273rd of that name.....at your service!" he says, holding onto the ladder with one hand, and delivering a sweeping bow with the other.
Tuk:
The gentle swaying of the airship did little to calm Tuk's dreams....
In horror, Tuk could only watch as the mindless thing slowly crushed his cousins in it's hands, or beneath it's monstrous feet, of flung them to dash against the ground. The muddy ground held Tuk fast, so that he could not go to their aid! Finally all were dead but him, and the construct loomed over him....a doom he could not avoid. A large foot slowly raised and Tuk was chilled by the shadow it cast upon him....
....Tuk sat up in his bunk, eye's wide, breath hard in his chest as if he'd actually been pressed into the ground and crushed. Taking a deep , steadying breath, he shook his head, his damp locks splatting against his neck and cheeks. Involuntarily, he flinched as one then another warforged rose from nearby bunks and moved above decks....he was glad the dim light kept his shameful reaction hidden. With a sigh, he rolled his neck, trying to free the tension there from his nightmare. Hopping onto the wooden deck , he gathered up his bandolier and weapon belt and made his way above decks, giving the half-orc from the nearby bunk a good headway... Everyone on deck: Shortly after the half-orc woman emerges, a halfing with a wild shock of red hair emerges. If any notice him, he nods politely , then makes his way to the gunwale, hopping up on a convenient box, gazing out into the empty air, his focus many miles beyond the vista before him.
Sorry, Thalmor I was trying to get the profile done, didn't even think of working in any connection with you. Reminds me to put in a few NPCs Tuk knows...
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