I did not add those in, and will do so now. Vanderhoff doesn't need much, maybe masterwork versions of his weapons or better armor.
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Vanderhoff squints at the rocks, wedged between two of his cousins, but his glance keeps wandering to Calrianne. "Agreed, we should head out as soon as your ready, Jorgan." At Calrianne's statement, Van swallows hard and leaves the table. Coming to Calrianne, he says. "If I could speak to you for a moment." He says, motioning outside. Once outside, he hand reaches into his pocket and finds the ring. "Calrianne, I...I have a few things to tell you. Eh...well...you see, while we were in the Fort we met this ghost, the ghost of your great great grandfather's uncle....I think. He said his name was Fabian Blix. He was at the Fort when it was under siege and his commander suggested cannabilism. He stood against that and was killed, but one of his sons, your great grandfather? He escaped. Anyways, the elf found this ring in the Fort, and I wanted to give it to you." He holds out his hand, ring in the palm.
I was looking for suggestions. Mounted Combat and Craft Magic Arms and Armor were on the list as well. Would Wonderous Items be more beneficial?
Vanderhoff ceases to breath when Calrianne appears. He opens his mouth to speak, but then merely stands there gaping. After Wren speaks, he seems to gain some composure and nods. "Aye, we succeded. As the elf says, there is much to speak about...." Fingering the ring in his pocket, he starts to say more, but then Ingrahild bursts through and embraces her brother. He nods to Umlo then turns away, letting the two share their moment. Returning to look at Calrianne, he says. "Wren is also correct in our need for rest and refreshment. After, we should meet and discuss all that has been learned." As the group begins to disperse, he hesitates, catching Calrianne's eye. "It is...good....to see you again, Lady Blix."
"Spirit, that's a fine name!" Van says. When Kray mentions the girlfriend, Van chooses to ignore his vulgar cousin. "I don't like you. You don't like me. But we still have a job to do. To duty. For honor. And because." Wren starts. "Take this ring. It's from the Family Blix and should returned to the Family Blix. And be sure, dwarf," Wren leans in closer. "Be sure that her line continues. Things like this don't happen by chance. They happen for a reason. The Family Blix must continue their line. Make sure she continues hers. You got that?" Vanderhoff accepts the ring and stares at it for a moment. Pocketing it, he looks up and studies Wren for moment before saying with a slight grin. "Your wrong, I like you, Wren. I think your a self righteous prick, but I don't let that keep me from likin' ya." Giving the elf a hearty slap on the back, he continues, chuckling. "Wren, you have proved yourself time and again on this little mission of ours. Your the first elf I know personally, and I've come to grow a wee bit fond of ya." Van holds up his thumb and forefinger almost touching to illustrate how "wee" he is talking about. "Thanks fer the ring, elf." He finishes as he turns and walks away, laughing to himself. As Van put some distance between Wren and himself, he smile vanishes.... I'm going to see her again.... I'm going to see her again, and I have no idea what to say to her....
Van scratches his beard as he thinks. "Billy? Nummer zwei? Porter?"
Van hops to his feet, wiping the sleep from his eyes as Jorgan calls out. Taking a tentative step toward the beast, Van lets out a low whistle. "What's his name?" He asks Jorg.
As Van applies the herbs and spices, he gets a philosophical look and begins to lecture the elf. "You see, the yak butter is slippery, easing passage to the afterlife, and butter is made from milk, the life giving liquid of birth. It signifies the duality of existence. The mushroom is sacred to the dwarf and feeds off death, thus signifying from death comes rebirth. The apple....well Hops liked apples. Who doesn't?" Van stands, giving Wren a beneficent smile. "And the herbs you found, they have meaning as well, as yaks are plant eaters, so they signify the life giving nutrition going to the hereafter with 'im! Nice job! We'll make a dwarf out of you yet!" He chuckles.
Van gives Wren a confused look as his stomach makes a loud rumbling sound. "What ya talking about elf? Do you know anything about dwarf funerals?" He says with a slightly guilty tone. Taking the proffered spices, he sniffs st them, nods, and begins rubbing them on the carcass of the dearly departed yak. Tenderize him so he can fit in the yakkoffin better.....
Vanderhoff follows the party out of the fort and stays near Jorgan, helping his cousin prepare the body for funeral rites, bathing the body, wiping Hops down in yak butter, placing mushroom caps over each eye, and an apple in his mouth. Once done, he leaves Jorg to his privacy and rejoins the group. When Torgan mentions the cache of weapons, Vanderhoff nods. "Aye, it seems to me to be a good choice. Angradd knows we didn't find much to help in that last horde." Van watches Kraygan work at the Trunau Yak and begins wondering whether placing Hops inside the effigy and burning it might be a proper funeral for the yak.
+1 Hopeless Romantic +6 hp
+3 Skills:
Feat: ? Not sure Any ideas? Cleave? Improved Sunder?
Van lets out a roar and darts into the room, wedging himself in the corner as he swings his hammer at the giant!
Van looks down at the sandpit in theidle of the room seeing the bones for the first time. "Sharp eyes, elf. Let us finish this once and for ever." When Torgan scoops up the bones and dashes off to the chapel, Van calls out. "Remember what happened last time!"
Van returns the ogres wicked grin as he swings twice at the brute.
Van continues his giant bashing.
"We got 'em now, boys!" Van crows as he takes a step and swings hard at the ogre with the green loincloth.
Vanderhoff quickly utters a prayer to Angraad, filling the room with a burst of holy light around the three southern ogres, then darts into the room, hammer held high!
Van stares blankly at his companions as they finish their grudge match, then puts a grimy hand to his head and sighs loudly. Shaking his head at Torgan's outburst, he watches as Kraygan tips the cauldron. "Them bones look like they might'n be human?" He asks Kray, then swears to himself. "We're gonna have to go over this whole fookin' fort again searchin' fer the bones!"
Fighting off the haunts effects, Van channels positive energy, trying to keep everyone from killing each other. "Snap out of it lads!"
Happy belated both say to Torgan! and Kraygan!
Once in the bedroom, Van is heartened by the absence of cold emanting from the wall. He takes his hammer and begins beating on the wall.
Vanderhoff nods at the spirits words, then wags a finger at Torgan. "Knock it off already! Ye heard what the spirit said. Now we have a more work to be done. Your startin' to act as crazy as Ingra....." He stops, catching himself, and glancing sidelong at Umlo. "Crazy. come to yer senses!" When Wren mentions the wall, Van glances up sharply, then snaps his fingers. "Your right! We were going to check it after it was safer. Let's go up there and see what we can find."
Vanderhoff eyes Wren and Torgan warily. "Tis a good thing none of our beards are made of fire and lightning then." He says, crossing his arms across his chest. Frowning, he continues. "Maybe you took a bump to the head, eh?"
Van gapes at the ghost when asked at Calrianne, and thankfully the attention is drawn away from him when Kraygan drags in the unconscious manticore. Agreeing with Jorgan, Van seetles in for the night and sleeps as well as he can. The following morning he rises and begin to think about the next step in the party's ever evolving mission. When Wren wakes and begins to bellow. Van turns wide eyed and just stares at the elf, wondering whether this is an effect from the previous day. Shaking his head, he walks over to Wren and stares at the elf. squating on his haunches, he peers up at Wren's face. "What are yelling about? He says loudly and distinctly to the elf. [dice=Heal to check Wren's "condition"]1d20+5[/dice]
"Probably when I wasn't getting sodding drunk, Vandy. Geez. I find lots of things all the time, I don't need to give you an inventory, do I?" Van's eyes narrow at the elf. "Lots of things?" He begins to say more, but then Jorgan says.... ""Hey Van, what's Blix the name of that girl you were hittin' on?" Van's eyes narrow even more, as he wheels around to stare at Jorgan. "I have never, in my life, hit a woman,." He replies, purposefully misunderstanding the remark. With a cry, he brings it down on the cursed object. "FER FUTURE HALF-DWARVES!" As Torgan raises his hammer, Van's eyes widen a little and he holds up a hand. "Wa...." As Torgan's hammer hits it causes a massive blast of energy to rip throughout the chamber. Torgan is flung back into the pews sending large cloud of dust to rise into the air. Wren and Umlo follow suit as they are ripped to the floor like a rag doll being thrown. The rest of the group seems ultimately un-phased as they feel little more that a light breeze blow throughout the Chapel. Looking round the group realizes that Wren, Torgan and Umlo do not seem to be getting up. "....it" Van watches the events unfold with a mixture of curiousity and dread. As his companions are blown backwards, Van can only berate himself for not keeping a closer eye on his reckless cousin(s). Running over to check on them, Van curses loudly and begins to examine the three.
The dwarves begin to hear the yaks lowing frantically outside of the Chapel. "F&*@ me!" Van cries loudly. Turning to Jorgan, Van says. "I'll check theses three. Torgan, take Kraygan and go see what's got the yaks worked up!" Turning back to Wren and Torgan, Van tries to remedy his earlier lapse by calling over his shoulder. "And be careful! Just peek out at first!"
As the ghost appears, Van's hand grips his hammer a bit tighter, but then he nearly drops it when the ghost names himself Blix. A small strangled sound escapes his lips. "Blix?" He croaks, recognizing the name. Calrianne...? Her brother? Father?.... Van's face begins taking an ashen pall as he listens to the ghost's story. When the man starts describing the cannibalism, Van puts a clenched fist to his mouth as he tries to quell the bile rising in his throat. Muffled retching sounds escape from behind the fist as he struggles to control himself. When Wren mentions a ring, Van jerks his head and turns to Wren. "Ring? What ring!? When did you find a ring?!"
Van scowls at Wren and Kraygan, then moves into the chapel. "Perhaps the giants were haunted by a good spirit?" He muses as he begins looking aorund.
Vanderhoff takes the wand from Torgan and uses it on Kraygan.
As the party makes ready to enter the chapel, Van quickly rifles through the belongings of the giant and ogrekin, salvaging anything of value.
Vanderhoff rocks back on his heels and draws a breath as the giant goes down. Looking around for where the whining elf ran off to, Van shakes his head and jogs back to the wall to retrieve his hammer. After getting his dropped weapon, Van moves back down to the courtyard and starts the long process of healing everyone. "All right, alright. Just get in line. No need to push..."
As Van taps the wand to Torgan, he frowns and shakes it a couple times then shrugs. "This one is spent." He says, then eyes Kraygan's wounds. "Anyone else got a wand?"
Van charges south and swings his axe at the giant.
I know EF has forbid that sort of meta gaming in one if his APs. Minimum, I would say a KN: arcana/Spellcraft DC15ish, to "know" that is a viable tactic?
You want any of the chronicles Van? Yes please. Apply it to 65114-27
Nodding to Umlo , and rushes toward the remaining enemy. He draws up behind the manticore, examining its wounds. "You don't look good, my friend."
Van looks at Umlo with a mixture of concern and frustration, wondering if the dwarf and sister share certain traits. "Umlo! I meant fer you to move to a flank, like this!" Van bellows, hoping the ogrekin is too stupid to understand the unveiled plan. He then steps southwest into a flanking position and swings hard at the ogrekin.
Van nearly screams in frustration as he misses the ugly half ogre, again. Taking a step to the west, Van motions with his head for Umlos to move into a flanking position, as he swings his acxe at the ogrekin. Where in everyone else? Are they winning?
Van roars in anger and pain as he swings again, but his wounds are affecting his attacks. He calls on Angradd to heal himself once more.
"Angraad damn you, you ugly c~~!~#&!@$!" Van rages as he's hit. Lifting his axe high, he swings at the ogrekin.
He then swiftly calls on the fervor of his faith to heal himself.
Hearing the commotion outside and assuming the giants have broke through, Vanderhoff curses to himself, then darts thoward the door and opens it.
Sorry for the MIA. Snow days this week combined with a slide off and wrecking the front of my truck has kept me AFK this week.
Vanderhoff looks at the retreating figure of Torgan in confusion, then turns the corner and begins heading down the stair, hoping to enter a room containing the portcullis mechanism.
Very nice! I'll have to check that out.
Van drops his hammer to the ground and draws his axe in the tight fighting quarters, then takes a swing at the giant!
"Keep the high ground!" Van roars as he continues rushing toward the giant!
"Damnable Kraygan!" Vanderhoff hisses as the giant roars in anger. Gripping his hammer, he darts down the stair, then puffs up the opposite set. Always impatient and rushing to be done! I feel sorry fer the lass he ends up marryin'
Van nods and opens the door.
"Don't go getting no ideas with her. She is a spirited soul. Always on the move." Van nods solemnly to Umlo and holds up a fist. "Dwarven Scout's honor!" Looking around, he notes that Wren has disappeared, again. Going out the door, he sees the elf and one of his cousins loitering near a door. Signaling for everyone to follow, Van moves up to the door, and looks at it. "Is it safe? Is it locked?" He asks Wren.
Van pulls out his wand and begins using it on Umlo and Kray.
After healing the two, Van reaches out to shake Umlo's hand. "Name's Vanderhoff. Didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier. Your sister, she....she is one of a kind."
Van frowns, suprised how hearty these ogre spawn appear to be and the fact that the dwarf that they just rescued is now blocking his view of his quarry. No wonder he was captured.... Swearing to himself, he raises his hammer and swings hard.
@Tektite: I think we were all busy. Personally, I spent my New Years poolside at this place in Palm Springs. Holy Smokes! That looks awesome. Yeah, we were sans kids, so as the days went by the Bloody Marys in the morning, Mojitos in the afternoon, and Whiskey in the evening began to diminish my posting faculties.
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