The Orc is seen staring at his reflection in a mirror behind the bar.
Seriously! Not one person could have mentioned that I look like an octopus have wet sex with an anteater!
The Magus then proceeds to get drunk behind the bar and passes out until well after the group leaves for Tower.....
Her blue eyes widen in a bit of displeasure, although she immediately smiles, waving to the young man that just entered from the stables.
Squire Merlin Brokencrown! How long has it been!?
Striding straight across the crowded common room, the knightly young human easily avoids any jostling, tostling or even bullfighting by a drunk and certainly depressed Orc from behind the bar.
All 6'6 250 pounds of him easily lifts her up, swings her around in a circle and redeposits her directly on her feet again.
It's Sir Merlin Brokencrown as of two days ago. I was officially knighted (along with a half dozen others) after the attack. A squadron of us were trapped..... almost got overrun by a batch of demon lead cultists...
The blonde hair, blue eyed, muscular Knight proudly wearing pristinely clean metallic blue full plate armor under pristine crimson robes, firmly holding his Helm with a Sword and sun pattern winks at her.
...but we didn't. We held. Reinforcements arrived. We got knighted and sent to Defender's Heart. Unfortunately I am the only one who arrived as yet. We got separated by a large force of demons, cultists and vultures (you wouldn't believe the amount of vultures out there!).
Pointing out the recent Team of survivors to him, she nods.
Your arrival is fortunate. We have a Team ready to depart and investigate certain sites that could be military and strategically advantageous. You in?
Merlin places a gloves hand on the pommel of his longsword.
By Iomadae's will.
Virgil sinks into a couch for the night. The big Orc barely snores the entire time....
In the morning (well rested and relaxed), the Magus Prepares for another day of demon, rats, vultures, cultists and whatever else the devious World Wound wants to wander into their way!
As the group deals with an usual amount of resistance, the Orc actually smiles at the delicious approach of a demon!
You ever step on that disgustingly long tongue of yours?
The Magus casts Shield, Enters his Arcane cascade and Strides next to Avengers.
Are we playing with our food, or making it quick? Nice Persistent by the way.
Casting Shield, Virgil attempts to Melee with the Glitter dusted Dude. The Magus then reaches out to tickle the blasted Orc, hobgoblin, invisible Asshat!
Athletics (E) to Grapple:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Casting Shield, Virgil Steps to Melee with the Glitter dusted Dude. The Magus then reaches out to tickle the blasted Orc, hobgoblin, invisible Asshat!
Athletics (E) to Grapple:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 Hero Point! Athletics (E) to Grapple:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Virgil seems a bit disappointed in the bug's decision.
Fort(E):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28+1 circumstance bonus to saving throws against fire effects, and your perception is unaffected by non-magical flames, fog and smoke.
The Orc blinks at Shadow.
Good boy.
The Magus casts Shield, Enters his Arcane cascade and Strides.
Smash the little s&++s.
On the way to Anevia's house, the Orc takes a really long close look at each of his companions. After minutely observing each, he takes out a mirror to look at himself.
We are an ugly, uncharismatic company in town!
Everyone has Cha penalty!
Munching fruit provided by Avenger, Virgil nods at his scouting proposition.
Hefting his Earthbreaker, the Magus casts Shield as he enters the house ..
Exploration mode Defend (Shield)
Virgil just stares at the fiendish fly's futility feeding on him.
I bet they're diseased. Probably for the best. The rat disease does seem to be over though.
The Orc Assamir only grins at the conversation. Virgil continues to sit on the plush divan, resting his dirty boots on a formally plush, pristine cushion.
We all learned as we played. No worries doing great!
You should have seen my home group when we made the switch. Ha! Everyone continuously confused 1e rules for 2e thinking that "It probably works like...". Nope...lol.
Virgil enters the manor (dirty boots tracking mud, blood, guts, a spleen and what could be an ear) stumbles to a divan and collapses.
I definitely feel like ...a demon, a few vultures, several rats and if I recall correctly (loss a lot of blood recently) I seem to recall being bullied by The White Rabbit about tea.
Virgil casts Shield, Enters his Arcane cascade and Strides to Flank with Obahi.
Even the street sweepers union takes days off even for a demon invasion. Thought more highly of the profession then that.
The green Orc watches in disbelief the unrelenting release of vultures! He then cringes at Obahi's sudden dousing by said birds.
You got some kind of vulture nip in those pantaloons?
The Magus then casts Shield, Enters his Arcane cascade and Strides to Flank with the green monk.
You really look like s@~&.
Virgil then realizes that he needs to Stride first ...
Having another Action available, the green green orc decides to get personal with this Vulture!
Athletics (E) to Grab, MAP, sickey:1d20 + 10 - 5 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 5 - 1 = 21
Virgil graciously accepts the medical ministrations granted by Obahi. The Orc still looks green in the morning....
After his morning preparations, the Magus ventures forth along with the others to continue their horrific trek through the devastation and destruction.
At the sight of more Vultures, Virgil vomits in response.
Not certain if that was the disease or the semi fresh burrito I found.
The Magus seems a bit flabbergasted at the current conversation as he uses Prestidigitation on the Medic's shoes.
My bad. Perhaps we could locate a suitable location to Treat Disease for the evening.
The Fatigued and Diseased Orc begins looking around for such a place. ..
Exploration mode Search
