"Though this place gnaws at me, I agree; I would not leave this place unexplored. Who knows what evil may follow after us?"
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I can take the longsword to function as a switch hitter but in general I like stuff to go to people that can use it the most.
Varryk smiles shakily at Mayra.
This is just all too... familiar. I don't like feeling trapped, here, with the dead." Varryk sighs at Damian's words.
"'Hope' is not precisely a word I'd ascribe to our current circumstances," Varryk muttered. Still, he pressed on, following fifteen feet behind Rajuna. "You all as jumpy as I am right now?" Varryk didn't really know what he was saying... he just felt like he needed to say something to quell his own unspoken fears.
"At this point, I'm very much with Feena. My parents are back there, and I'm worried about them... and this place is... not good for me." Varryk follows Vlad and Raj.
”Gah!” Varryk exclaims. ”What the hell is that thing?!” His words, however, may be lost in the rush of sound that follows after. Caught off-guard, he does not pull his horn bow carefully; he draws the string back as far as he can and lets fly. The arrow carves through the air audibly, as the displaced oxygen rushes back to fill the area that the projectile has passed through.
"Hold, guardian!" Varryk does not know if that is the right mode of address, or if the creature will listen, but this is the first thing to speak in Common that they have encountered. "It's as he said; we woke up here with no recollection of how we arrived! We are trying merely to escape this crypt and discover what is happening. We mean you no harm!" Despite his words, Varryk is no fool, and does not drop his guard. If the being they have encountered continues to threaten them, Varryk will fight it.
Varryk is right behind Rajuna, and would like to use his darkvision to peer into the room; what does he see?
Varryk, as is his habit, retrieves his arrows for re-use. As he does so, he fights down the wave of fear and dread that has been gnawing at him this entire time. He is in a crypt, with people that are mostly strangers. Apparently decent, courageous strangers, but strangers nonetheless. It is unnerving... and what's more, waking up trapped in a dark, unfamiliar place calls to mind his previous trauma. It's a struggle not to revert to being a scared, helpless child. Trying not to focus on that feelings, Varryk moves behind Rajuna, keeping pace with the man. Rajuna seems to be a bit more action-oriented than some of the others, and right now, Varryk needed to be doing something, lest the existential terror that he was feeling overwhelm him. "At your back," Varryk said softly as he moved close to Rajuna.
Varryk frowns slightly. "I don't really have a way to take a non-lethal shot with this bow! I'll do my best to leave at least one alive, though." Feeling inspired by Mayra, Varryk aims a shot at the creature that just attacked her, hoping to dissuade it from further violence... or further breathing.
When able, Varrky moves to get as clear a shot as possible, then takes aim at the nearest creature.
Varryk hurries his shot a bit, but with any luck, the creatures will be too shocked to be able to move well. He fires at the nearest creature.
Varryk nods over at Rajuna, acceding to his plan. He finds a good spot and readies his bow, drawing it back and holding an arrow ready. "Ready when you are, Rajuna."
Varryk raises an eyebrow. "This is... troubling. Does anyone have any idea what's going on?"
Mm. If you’ll get more out of it you should go for it, Vlad. You’ll likely be in melee far more often than I will. I may end up taking Master Craftsman. Undecided.
Ok gang! So that Mithril Breastplate is lookin' pretty sweet. My initial thought is it should probably go to Rajuna. Much as I'd like it, if we play our cards right I should not be in the thick of things too often, and that would significantly bump up Rajuna's AC (think it would make it 20 atm?). So my vote is it heads to him.
”How many of these blasted things are there?”, Varryk grumbled. As the fight went on, Varryk kept himself aware, sneaking glances to the points of egress around the room, not wanting their party to be attacked unawares. Varryk continued his supporting fire, ensuring his new allies had artillery on their side.
Seeing one far to the north, Varryk takes another shot, attempting to bring one of the creatures to a grisly end.
Varryk realigns his sights, focusing on the insect that Damian had taken a shot at. He would be damned if he let his allies fall prey to biting, slithering things.
Sorry for the delay, gang! Much like Raj my work has been crazy the past week or so. Should be evening out a bit now.
Varryk wastes no time, moving to a clear vantage point and opening fire on the same insect that Rajuna has engaged.
Varryk makes his way over, and does not take the time to attempt to identify the creatures. The immediacy of combat is on him, and he fires at the first visible enemy, his ammunition audibly cutting through the air as it speeds to Varryk's target.
Varryk raises an eyebrow at Marya.
Varryk merely blinked. It had all been over far too quickly for him to shoot. Frankly, these confines were not really the best place for him to be using a hornbow, but he would make do. "Well struck," he said simply.
Varryk moves over to stand near the doorway, ensuring he has a line of fire to the coffin, as well as to the rest of the room. He nods over at Vlad, keeping watch as best he can. "I agree. Ready when you are." Varryk holds his bow steady, ready to draw and fire at the first sign of danger.
+2 if Undead. +2 if Undead.
Weekends in general I am not super available, due to social constraint, but I'll pop on from time to time.
You're just so amazing that greatness is the rule, not the exception ;)
Varryk observes Vlad and Raj moving in, and readies his bow to attack anything that might threaten them.
”Those creatures, like the one we just fought. Or whatever other thing might be after ya here. To be completely honest I don’t know that what I’m saying is all that rational, mostly because I’m terrified at the moment.” As Varryk spoke, the words were matter of fact, almost without emotion. He continued to move about and scan the room, alert for danger, as if he weren’t frightened at all. It’s not that he wasn’t... it’s that abject terror was nothing new. He had been frightened before. At least now, he wasn’t bound, and he had his weapon, and the ability to do something about his situation.
At Raj's question, the unnamed terror that had stalked Varryk's heart finally crystallized into a coherent notion... one that nearly robbed him of his breath. "They would likely leave us alone," Varryk said quietly, "Unless we ourselves no longer can be counted among the living."
This one took more than a little work to figure out. First, I had to find animated maps (mostly in .mp4 format). I signed up for Dynamic Dungeon's Patreon for that. Next, I figured out that roll20 doesn't have the built-in functionality to display background maps. However, modders created a VTT extension suite for roll20, which *does* support that... sort of. Basically, I have to host the file somewhere and stream it. So I had to upload all the maps I wanted to use to Dropbox, and essentially use the built-in player for the
It was a bit of a task!
Apologies for the shoddy camerawork but I uploaded a video to imgur of the animated map. It’s a tavern that in my Adventures in Middle-earth game will serve as The Prancing Pony. It’s a GM view so it’s the whole map... a player would only be seeing one room at a time due to dynamic lighting.
Now that there is a light source, Varryk cedes the scouting to Raj and groups up in the rear of the party, eyes constantly moving to search for danger.
I’ll take one of the pots
"Aye, I've no interest in disturbing holy guardians. Feena, can you take a look at this short sword here? Is it magical?"
Varryk also notes the mace, recommending that Raj use it if possible. If no one else is skilled in it’s use he will volunteer to take it to use against undead resistant to cutting weapons.
Varryk makes a hissing sound, then motions to the party to fall into a formation.
”I’ll wait to shoot until you’re ready to move in,” he whispered calmly.
I didn’t have time on my lunch, but later tonight I will take a video and upload it
Varryk nods his head towards Vlad.
Varryk moves ahead, again trying to move quietly, and keeping an eye out for enemies, traps and treasure. He retrieves his arrow before he moves away.
It's seriously the best.
Varryk moves up to the doorway, the darkness no challenge for him, and he sees the entity that has attacked Vlad. Varryk lets loose a growl, recognizing some sort of undead abomination, and he lets loose with his bow, aiming carefully to ensure he doesn't shoot any of his allies. As he moves, he speaks, voice somewhat altered. It is emotionless and far away, merely relaying facts. "Looks like a skeleton. Five feet directly south of Vlad."
Waiting to post since Vlad stated he left the room, and that might change what happens next.
Varryk purses his lips, thinking. "I can usually avoid being seen, if I wish, and this darkness poses no difficulty for my eyes. Shall I take a look around and see if I cannot ensure the area is safe?" Varryk also casts his eye on the coffin that he had been entombed in, curious as to what was depicted on that edifice.
When I’m on my lunch I’ll see if I can’t get a screen grab.
As Vlad goes to open the door, Varryk trains his bow on it. ”Careful,” he said, ”We don’t know what’s out there.”
”I’m Varryk,” Varryk said absently, mind racing. A tomb... long-dead retainers... a cold chill went down Varryk’s spine. ”Grew up in Roslar’s Coffer... came back when it was resettled. Some of the kids call me ‘Swiftshot’ on account of the bow. I’ve some skill as an archer and huntsman. Who are all of you?”
@GM- I recently found a way to get fully animated maps integrated in my r20 games. It took a LOT of work but man is it great!
Varryk breathed in, forcing himself to calm clarity, and ensured his weapon was pointed at the ground. ”I... I think I remember seeing you around Roslar’s Coffer. I have no idea where this place is. Is everyone all right?” As he spoke, Varryk looked around, taking in the details. ”Why are we all... does anyone know who or what the Red Shrikes are?” Varryk pointed out the carvings as he spoke, and he simultaneously noticed the crate. Curious, he makes his way over to it, seeing if it is easily openable and keeping his senses open, on the lookout for threats.
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