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Viorr nods, and steps across the hall to keep watch.
VIorr attacks the rat again.
Viorr lashes out at the rat in front of Zabeth.
Viorr is here as well.
Viorr weaves through his friends to stand beside Zabeth, but he does not reach the rats in time to strike. (I think he would face an AoO from the rat in front of Guantlet)
Hey, all! Sorry, catching up now.
Viorr gives EE a tight nod, indicating his readiness.
Viorr did NOT want it. I checked. He uses a double-scimitar. Not a double-longsword. Two different skill sets as I understand, or something like that. Other way around, actually...
Viorr will move to engage his closest target.
Viorr gives an easy grin, pivoting his double blade through a couple of lazy loops. "They wish a fight. I am more than happy to indulge."
Sorry for the slow responses, all - I am still here! Just assume that Viorr is playing up the 'laconic fighter' bit, hanging around the back, and agreeing with everyhting the smart people are saying...
Viorr, happily counting it a good day's work, mentions that he will see them all in the morning, then goes immediately to the stable where he lodged his warhorse while off in the Mournland. After a thorough rubdown and a quick ride around the lower districts, he leaves a bag of apples with the stable, makes sure his fees are current, and, promising the horse to see it on the morrow, seeks his bed.
Leveled up and ready to go.
Hey, all - still here. I have started a new job, so I've been a bit quiet lately. I'll be caught up by the end of the weekend.
Viorr lvl 5 (2-wpn fighter) +1 skill to Handle Animal, Know/local, Ride, Survival Feat; Combat Expertise Feature: twin blades (+1 attack and damage when making full attack with two or double weapon).
Viorr sidesteps, giving Kana room to maneuver or flank, and strikes again at the undead warrior, sacrificing speed for accuracy.
Viorr turns to the undead soldier to the north, hoping to clear a path to the rest of the opposition.
Viorr lays into Kana's female foe.
Viorr furrows his brow in apparent confusion. "Your words and demands, they make no sense to me. I do not think we have what you seek."
Viorr grins at Gauntlet's observation. "Indeed. And if they do not, well, they do our work for us, no?"
Viorr, perhaps eager for foes his sword can harm, follows Kana.
(Round 4)
Gritting his teeth, the elf tries to line up a solid strike again.
Viorr, grinning with renewed energy, lashes out at his fiery opponent again.
Viorr, breathing heavily in the heat, moves forward to engage the (red) elemental.
Fairly sure that he cannot hurt the living spell, Viorr backs off a pace to give the casters room.
VIorr steps up, looking for an opening to engage.
"To me, it seems that the Mourning blasted away the natural order of things..." Viorr mumbles, looking about the new rooms.
Guessing that his blades would be largely useless, Viorr waits to see how his more magically inclined colleagues deal with the blazing threat.
Hey, all...I'm still here, Viorr just doesn't have a lot to add at the moment...
Viorr squeezes in with the rest, grinning at the comic awkwardness.
Happy New Year, All!
With the crowded conditions below, Viorr elects to stay and keep watch at the top of the ladder.
Viorr maintains a rear-guard, blade in hand, looking about for any threats.
Viorr moves to the end of the stairs and waits.
"I think we should spend as little time as possible in the ruins of Cyre. Let's keep moving." Viorr opines, shaking his head sadly at the carnage. As he rides, though, he looks among the elves, seeing if he can find a clue as to their origins.
Viorr looks disturbed at the problems with healing. He nods enthusiastically at the suggestion to move on and hurry up.
Viorr takes his mace to the nearest target.
I'm fine with the two day rule. OTher games I've been in have actually had a 24 hour rule, which would be fine by me as well.
Viorr shifts his blade to be held only in his left hand, unused. With his right, he draws the mace at this belt and strikes again.
Viorr sets his blade spinning, striking at the wolf-corpse from several angles.
"Ah. Well, hardly surprising," Viorr mutters, laying down the plank he had been using as an improvised shovel and drawing his blade.
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