Vhailor Falk's page

Has been a whirlwind of circumstance and obfuscation on my end. Work remains a no go re: logging on, and I've had family visiting for a couple of weeks as well. We still don't have a home computer set up - and my wife's needed our one laptop for her night job... so all up a bit of a balls up. Won't get fundamentally better overnight - but should smooth out a bit once my folks drive back westwards on Monday.

Still dealing with the change of career as well - even though I'm three months into the role. Getting up earlier, working till later and coming home more tired and half brain dead.

I do apologize for being that arse that disappeared without word and didn't let people know what was going on. Don't have much of an excuse for that, but to be fairest to Joana and everyone else though, I'll have to respectfully hand in a withdrawal from this game. My free computer enabled time is limited, and I'm paring back to just two PbPs - which are the longer running on the boards. It's been a trip, and I'll likely log on of occasion to see how it's going.

Looking up to see the situation in well enough hand that his aren't required, Vhailor strips the two nearest bodies of their herbal fetishes - stuffing them a pocket and reminding himself to ask questions of his companions at a time more suitable.

Frowning slightly Vhailor takes a knee by the nearest orc corpse and rifles through it's pockets... wondering if there is aught by way of map or written word.

Vhailor manages to squash his gnomish excitement at the results of his spell and sees Marikel approaching. Pointing at the fallen orcs he warns "Umm.... they're probably not going to stay down for too long... should we... um..." miming bonking them on the head with his staff.

Effectively delaying.

Finally seeing moment where he can put talent to use Vhailor and Carbonel launch into coordinated action. With cat staying close to his heels, the gnome shuffles forward... intent to mind and fingers beginning to waggle with purpose. Drawing near to the line of orcs he intones with latent intent "" as his lensless glasses darken with swirling shadows.

Digits extended a spray of technicolours jet forth with furious though shortlived ferocity, engulfing two orcs in their momentary profusion.

Move to AG - directly below #8 and cast color spray - catching 9 and 10 in it's area of effect.
DC 17 Will save or their hit based on their HD.

Frowning as he re-thinks the tactical choices made by his head thus far Vhailor is perplexed and flummoxed a moment. Mouth half opening he's interrupted by a nudge at his calf from feline friend, urging him forward. Bereft of better option or more original thought on the matter... the gnome shrugs and seeks to make passage across the timbers.

Move out to row AH - one left and two down from where Marikel is on the map.

Vhailor nods and holds his position.

Curious and impatient, Vhailor steps to the doorway and peeks around the side...
Move action to AI,15 so he can see properly, then ready a daze if any of the orcs look to come his way.

A ready to run back to Vhailor if an orc comes at him

Vhailor stuffs the scroll case back away and cracks his knuckles.

Vhailor takes the opportunity to scan a couple of scrolls...

Intent was Vhailor just out of sight and Carb with a free sightline.
That way Carb can go meow and Vhailor pops out with a surprise color spray

Rolling his eyes at the timing, Vhailor stuffs the scroll case back amidst his belts and wrappings for later perusal. He then tucks himself into a corner out of sight but near harm... while Carbonel paces low and predatory nearby.

AI 15 for Vhailor - just inside the door, with Carbonel one square East of him.

As he uncorks the scroll case for a closer look Vhailor confirms "Stone goes boom and the wand and this vial are for mending lacerations and partial eviscerations... not sure about this recptacle but it isnt arcane or majiked"

Pushing his lensless glasses up his nose Vhailor nods "I'll see what I can..." before getting lost in the thought and poke process...

With a deep breath and gulp, Vhailor girds his loins and looks to place himself behind the foremost bastion. Carbonel narrows eyes and hisses quietly, but doesn't seek to dissuade his companion from his boldness. If queried he offers "Can't do much towards the back... best I keep close, but don't worry." jerking his head towards the cat "Carb'll keep me honest."

Vhailor nods at the instruction, and turns to Dorn with a wan smile. He proffers one suggestion "If we get them close and bunchy I've got a trick that might send a few senseless... but it's a pretty big if..."

Vhailor stands still blinking... unsure of whether Alicia had heard his suggestion and ignored it... or whether his small voice had been lost in the mix. He repeats his suggestions a little more slowly and a little more loudly.

Tugging of Marikel's elbow Vhailor suggests "We might make decent attempt with brute force... just everyone grab here... there... of and over there and... ummm... pull?"

Vhailor stops atop the ladder and ferrets around his person... revealing the wand that emits bolts of force.

Vhailor looks at the shield, then the ladder... momentarily furrows his brow and then makes a move to ascend carefully.

With the ladder occupied and reticent to put himself in swinging distance of sharpened steel... Vhailor delays.

Sorry for the delay - boards have been 'challenging'

Peering through the gaps as he can, Vhailor focuses his muddling mind upon the half-orc within his purview.

Daze away, Carbonel is sitting on his haunches doing cat things

Vhailor nods and gulps, taking position as requested. Carbonel however lingers somewhat closer to the action.

Apologies for the non-compos postis over the last wee while - been going through the motions of hopefully finally getting a job and the various thought cogitations and whatnot that ensue. Should hopefully ease out over the next bit though.

Nothing's set in stone yet, but there's chalkmarks down...

Vhailor smiles wanly at Dorn, taking the offered vial and unstoppering it. He gives the contents a speculative sniff before shrugging his shoulders and downing it in a single gulp...
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
... exclaiming "Yeeowzephat, eeyoribubblestanchion..." as his flesh magically knits itself back together, forcing the shaft of the arrow out of his hip to clatter noisily unto the ground. He blinks his eyes and shakes his head "Odd... feeling..."

Back up to 21/22 HP

Vhailor approaches with the others... gingerly, and tries to use the relative massiveness of Dorn as an inconspicuous arrow deterrent.

Once he's sure the mechanism is suitably secured, Vhailor smiles to Dorn and looks to follow after the dwarf back towards the others.

Vhailor jumps at the opporchancity to do something useful, and hurries over to the portcullis mechanism. He heaves away huffing and puffing.

Raise the gate, lock the gear.

Content to leave the battlements to the others for now, Vhailor crosses to the East wall to peer out at the surrounds.

Move to AJ next to the East window

Vhailor continues his past due pregnant pause and waits for those more martial of bent to surge forth first.

Still delaying

Vhailor steps away from the ladder, but keeps quiet as Marikel and Alicia work on the lock...

Delaying

Responding to Marikel, Vhailor responds "Ish? - never been shot with an arrow before... it's an... 'interesting' feeling..." before coming off pause and making for the stairs. Carbonel remains behind on the ground floor, padding over to the side of the building to wait.

Vhailor looks towards the ladder, realising that it must be somewhat crowded above already and doesn't immediately seek to join the crush. He instead calls out "Should I above or stay down here Marikel" gingerly prodding at the bloodied shaft still protruding from himself.

Delaying - as is the cat.

Not my fault you'd only been shooting at all the tin cans previously :P

Round 3: HP 15/22

Reacting to Marikel's warning by promptly getting shot through the hip Vhailor half-spins to the side and lets out a pierced hiss of pain. Measuring the distance to respond as too far he shuffle-waddles at pace to within the tower, Carbonel nipping at his heels as he does so.

Double move to AI,14

Vhailor trots forward at the outskirts of the melee scrum, ready to cast a confounding cantrip towards those in combat if they continued to be ornery. Carbonel keeps to the gnome's heel.

Move up to AF, 20; ready action to daze any half-orc that looks like being ornery

Vhailor moves up behind Dorn before pausing to peer through at the gate house.

Move to AE row behind Dorn - no standard action this turn.

Vhailor continues to watch on with interest... Carbonel instead focuses upon an unlicked section of his left front paw.

Indeed, welcome back - glad you had a good break!

Vhailor and Carbonel keep towards the rear of the group, keenly watching proceedings and seeking to define a point where their intervention might be welcomed.

Vhailor re-seats his lensless glasses and sets to follow Marikel with Carbonel at his heels.

"This one wandered up from the Lower Gate way..." gesturing with his hand.

Clapping his hands together Vhailor squeaks "Well... another one down, bit of luck eh?" before trudging over to nudge the body with a toe. Once confirmed as unresponsive, he crouches to ferret through pockets. Carbonel leaps from his shoulder as he does so, moving to one side and licking absently at one paw.

The crowd now precluding his ability to render his higher art, Vhailore settles for drawing a little closer and attempting to momentarily cloud the axe-man's mind.

Move to X,36 and cast daze

Curious and confused more than alarmed, Vhailor continues on his relatively unhurried way towards the doorway. However once outside and in sight of the unfolding situation he rolls his eyes and hustles a mite faster, ruffling his feline companion as he does.

Double move to V,38

Following Marikel's sense of ease, Vhailor shrugs and moves to join him outside.

Vhailor continues to watch on in slight puzzlement... though his curiosity is slowly waning as Marikel seems to be calm.
Continue tense waiting