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Varis is excited to see the goblin in a precarious situation, as it makes his job just a little easier. He sheathes his sword, and takes a step back while firing the bow he still carried in his off-hand. With the goblin 'king' hanging dazed on the rope, he is able to focus his aim.
Varis uses his elven speed to step out of the dangerous terrain, and encircles it, even slogging his way through the thick webbing to get to Urgog. His concern grows at getting so close, this is not his usual method, standing face-to-face with the enemy. He hopes that the others will move in to once again surround the enemy. His hesitation shows with his swing, as it weakly swipes at the air beside the goblin.
Varis has a tough decision, between the heavily injured spider, and the goblin. In the end, it is his somewhat protective stance towards the impetuous lass that helps his decision. He focuses the protective nature of his cloak to avoid harm, before leaping over the rough stones to land beside the creature.
Varis, stumbles as he lands, causing his swing to go wide. In his anger he slashes wildly back at the large vermin, connecting at the thing's back as it faced Luce.
Varis, sees the odd trap of sorts hanging above, "Beware of the nets above." He points with his weapon.
Relieved that Luce's move brought the goblin back into range, Varis strikes out again, using Kendall's pressure on the thing to get a vital strike in.
Varis tires of firing ineffectually from the darkness, he decides to move in and use the support provided by the loud dwarf Kendall. He runs up to the edge of the room, leaping gracefully through the air, flipping once, before landing right behind the goblin 'king'. Drawing an arrow, he twists away from any possible swings, and fires.... somewhere off into the dark of the cavern.
Varis uses the shadows he rests in to his best, firing from within the darkness. He is too focused on moving after the shot that he richochets an arrow off the side of the cliff's edge.
Varis, as is typical, is beat to the punch by Luce. She once again rushes forward, and he hurries to introduce a new threat to take some focus off of her. He looses a shot in the direction of the ugly one leading them, hoping to reap confusion and sow fear in those that are near him. If he can just hit, it should throw them off balance at least a little. After the shot, he moves closer back toward the stairs, keeping to the outside edge within the darkness. As long as he has shadow, he can try to keep to the darkness.
Varis tucks himself as far back into the corner as he can, the darker the better, so he can let his eyes focus on sighting the enemy better.
Varis considers Luce to be wasting her words. Asking a dwarf in armor to be quiet is like asking a wolf not to hunt, it's just not in their nature. He decides to take his usual lead, and better seperate himself from the clomp of cattle. He only levels a dead-eyed look of irritation back at the group before he dissappears a few paces ahead down the stairs.
Varis shoulders his bow before nimbly crawling over the ledge and making his way down the wall. He moves quickly and quietly dawn the side to drop at last in the dark corner down below.
Varis creeps up to the edge, just off to the side of the webs.
Varis waits, fingers on his bowstring, listening as they speak for the sign he needs to fire steel rain down into the hole at whatever may be coming up.
Varis smirks, slightly amused, "Getting in may not be an issue. What's down there right now waiting for us, may just come up to show us the way." He points to the depths of the pit, assuming others can follow what he sees. He then steps back from the hole, and into a crouch, removing his silhouette from the edge of sight.
Varis justs lets the others ramble as he takes in the whole scene. Possibly spider mounts? Maybe climbable webbing, with less of a sticky surface.
Varis moves close to the ground, walking in a sort of crouch as he inspects the scene. His eyes try to piece together each footprint he comes acroos, attempting to turn the puzzle into a picture.
Varis silently pops back up from out of the shadows of the brush. He moves to stand beside Luce, addressing the newcomer. "These aren't military procedures. We're locals defending our homes from predators."
Varis glides through the brush, keeping to the cover it provides. He slips forward as he fires, driving an arrow clean through the goblin.
Varis moves away from the nearest tree goblin, a little further into the brush, just before he shoots. His aim is solid, but the interposing foliage slows some of his arrow's momentum. He continues moving toward the next nearest tree goblin, seeing that hitting the elevated critters may prove difficult for the dwarven horseman.
Varis takes aim from the cover of the brush, ignoring the goblins as mostly insignifigant, and shooting at the plant that won't let the poor singer go. After striking the thing hard, he moves closer to the goblin nearest the group, and tucks back into the underbrush, vanishing like a ghost.
Varis stalks quietly through the brush, settling in between two of the goblins, certain that they didn't even see him. Crouched in his new hide site, he takes in all his possible targets, and despite his urge to help poor Sigvard he settles on the other plant near Luce. The former is just too hard a target on the ground, and he has a bit of a soft spot for the heedless girl that runs forward into every fight.
Varis looks at shrugs at Kendall, "She does this a lot, you get used to it and adapt." he offers as a valid explanation. He darts forward and fires at the plant that Luce had set on fire, confident that the dwarf had the spider's attentions. He then dashes around Luce into the brush closer up, attempting to regain the shadows.
Varis moves forward to find himself a nice solid tree to snuggle behind.
Varis suggests, "I'll hide in the woods to the right. Fire from cover. Those are my abilities."
Varis gives Luce a crooked look, then nods towards the others with lifted eyebrow, as if to say "You think they know a lesser spotted sparrow?". He clarifies for the others, "We scout, not assault. The sign will be a call to arms such as 'Oh lords, the enemy has seen us!', if that would work? Otherwise, we will just return and report."
"Please, do not lumber ahead and alert what may be there that we are here. Let Luce and I do what we do best. You move as quietly as falling into a silver cabinet." Varis requests, with as much respect in his voice as he offers anyone... so, not a lot.
Varis, uncomfortable with all new people to get to know, stays his usual quiet self. He offers no more than nods in greeting, or a bow of respect to Ghost. The old spirit had been a comfort when working the area, never making a sound yet providing company as he awaited his prey. He had a decent respect for the thing being older than he was in a largely 'youthful' community.
Sounds good to me (the dazed part at least). Having enemies provide CA, makes it easier for my Rogue Archer to get Sneak Attack, without having to find cover. Granted after they are prone they will be harder to hit, but we can work together to rinse and repeat when they get up.
With as keen as the girl's senses are, Varis knows his appearance was noticed before he just sprung up beside her. "Luce. Good morning to you. What did you find on the sheep?" He asks quietly, as if they are trading international secrets about the throne.
From all the merchant's trinkets and baubles Varis has a hard time thinking of what he may need. That is until he sees a well stylized heavy cloak. It's made of a sturdy material that could possibly turn away somes attacks, and looks thick enough for those cold nights in the trees. As he's thinking about it, he takes his share of money over to the leatherworker's. During the last fight he realized that the way he did his job prior meant his armor saw a bit of wear. Now that he's found himself amongst some thicker action, he will need a set that has less holes and mends to it. As the festival carries on, Varis finds a comfortable dark corner that he tucks himself into, watching the villagers and their celebrations. As Luce moves about, he waits until she passes nearby to get her attention, "Psst, Luce. The stray flock still has me concerned, could you ask around if there's been any word of them?"
Varis wakes to the commotion, but it is what Kyle says that sets his hackles on end, "If untended, where's their shepherd? Maybe, he found trouble. Luce your eyes... or nose?" He points to the direction the sheep had come from, following their path backward, waving her to follow.
Varis has spent too long following the actions of the predators, that he lost a bit of his sense of the flock's actions.
Varis lets the young woman take the lead, as it's not like he could prevent it, besides she has proven good at the hunt. His prey always came to him, and he's more used to going after the rabbit killers, not the rabbits themselves. He tries to stay close though, and stay quiet.
Varis angles a lifted eyebrow at the girl's words "I'll keep an eye on her. Pssh, wouldn't rush off." he mumbles the last in disbelief.
Varis responds, not with an acknowledgment of the question, but something that has been bothering him but wasn't important enough to make an issue of at the time. "It's not 'Wolfman', It's 'Wolfsbane' that they call me... but my name is Varis and what I would prefer." Despite not addressing the actual question, there is a sense that it is his own awkward way of making a connection.
Avoid 'The Breakfast Club' quotes, because then I will get involved, and we will just go back and forth until the movie as a whole has been quoted (as there are very few unquotable lines in it). Man, I love that movie.
Varis waves off the offer of the amulet "Unnecessary, it is not often I fall and not land on my feet. Let us make a hasty exit, this place has ill-tidings." He moves to help in clearing out the prisoners, but does not linger long as a helper before he soon makes his way back to the front to scout how clear the path out may be.
Varis is updated
Playing to his penchant for moving to all the hard to reach places.
Most stances last either until the end of the encounter, ended by the player, another stance is started (can't use more than 1 at a time), or the player goes unconscious. Stances make for good utility/Daily powers, because they last the whole encounter, and require no sustain action.
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