Vorgo prays to Tiamat, hoping for a divine message to reassure him that he's done the right thing, or to find if there's a way for him to provide penance
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Vorgo wakes, as rested as he needs to be. He pays the magic items no mind. If it's Tiamat's will for him to be blessed with new powers, then he will be. He has no need to seek them out.
I need bonds as well. I'll think about this over the weekend. Alignment: Endanger yourself to protect someone weaker than you. Yeah, I placed myself in danger many times to stand in defense of others. Mostly Wek. 1XP Did we learn something new and important about the world? We learned about the Paladin and his group. 1 XP
3 XP total. That puts me at 8/8. Level up! I'll take
And I'll add one to my Strength, bringing it to 16, which I THINK is the bottom part of the +2 range.
Vorgo sighs. If he loses his magic, he'll be useless to the Dragon-mother. If he dies, he'll be useless to the Dragon-mother. If he stays, he'll definitely die but if he flees he'll only maybe lose his magic. He locks eyes with each of the sunlovers that move in, especially Kurtemos. Enjoy this extension of your life, for it is only temporary. It shall be Vorgo's face that you see before your death. Each of you! And then he scurries away.
Vorgo attempts to break free again, flexing his way out of danger He bursts free and retreats a bit. He’ll kill this sun lover, but maybe not at this exact second.
Vorgo squints his eyes. The grip was crushing and any man would surely die within moments from the crush. But Vorgo was no man. He dislocated his jaw and slithered out of Kurtemos’ grip
Sadly, Tiamat’s oath stated that Vorgo could not suffer a sunlover to live, not “kill us lovers when convenient. He hopes that his death pleases Tiamat and lets out a horrible scream. The blood drenched, plate clad on fire lizard man rushes the nearest sun lover.
You don’t have it...you’ve HAD it!
Vorgo takes advantage of the opening Shattertooth affords him and crushes the sunlover in his jaws.
NO RETREAT NO SURRENDER! Vorgo is caught in a blood frenzy, the glory of Tiamat flooding him. He's still on fire. He's never been happier. He lunges on the back on one of the fleeing sunlovers, clawing and biting.
Vorgo lifts his flaming sword and continues to strike the sunlover until it is dead.
Vorgo screams and rushes the opening Lur tore.
Ha ha no. Vorgo can't not kill Sunlovers.
Vorgo takes a deep breath, thanking the mother for her blessing and charges down the tunnel toward the sunlovers
Light me up!
Vorgo looks helplessly at Uek. You make a good point, largely. But...Tiamat bids me to kill all sunlovers I encounter. He thinks for a moment. But...maybe we have a different option. Instead of letting them push us back, we push THEM back. Shattertooth, set me on fire. Lur and I will rush forward. The rest of you find a way to flank them.
Vorgo looks at the scene in horror. This is horrible.
Newly inflamed, Vorgo is protected from any fire AND any rocks. This...wasn't exactly what I had in mind dear Shattertooth, but it's useful all the same.
The rocks clatter harmlessly off of Vorgo’s scales, mail and scale mail. His mouth fills with blessed healing saliva in anticipation of Princess’ rescue. He’s terribly excited to spit on their mage. In a quiet moment, much later on, Vorgo will feel shame at each recollection of the times he was more repulsive than Princess. This is one of those times.
Vorgo raises his shield above his head, trying to batter away the rocks as they fall on him.
Vorgo braces himself for impact, shield in hand. If it’s not too much trouble, could you summon fire instead? Tiamat favors fire. In fact... He calls out to Shattertooth Can you set me on fire?
Vorgo hears the cry of ambush and rushes to aid. He slings out his glistening shield and stands to defend Uek.
Vorgo walked across the bridge trepiditiously. There’s little arcane magic in the desert and he didn’t fully trust a bridge from nowhere. Walking across, he whispered a blessing of Tiamat to the snakes trapped in the pit below. He hoped they fed regularly, on meals other than snakes. He looked at the baracde with some concern. We have a rogue traveling with us, no?Otherwise I suggest we burn this baracde away. I can stand in the flames and collect the bells before they fall. Tiamat’s mercy will protect me.
Vorgo, friend to all snakes as he is, doesn’t particularly want to climb into a pit. Nor does he especially want to jump over a pit.
Decieving, you say? What are you doing...lie-pit? With senses that can pierce lies, Vorgo looks into the pit.
”I am highly motivated to meet this Hag again. We’ll have words.
Vorgo steps away from the tattered tapestry in a huff. I can heal her. Whoever locked her in the cage did...did...THIS to my blessed mother. Enemy of our enemy, etc. etc. blah blah. Vorgo reaches into the white hot cage, uncaring about the heat or flame. He gently lifts the fairy, slowly removes her from the cage, cups her in his hands and hocks a loogie of divine healing upon her.
Vorgo's eyes narrow. It takes a lot to get a reaction out of him, but this...this absolutely cannot stand.
Vorgo watches Shattertooth go one way, Princess go the other way. ”Up the ladder, maybe?
Vorgo takes 102 gold.
"The idea of a hoard is somewhat appealing to me."
Vorgo jabs at the ooze with the ladder, trying to distract or overwhelm the digestive enzymes.
Vorgo, who was already sitting on the edge of the pit, casually loops his foot around the ladder to help hold it steady. He takes another bite of cricket. Lur. The ladder is falling apart. Be careful.
Lur. Look out for that goo. It’s acid. Vorgo eats from a sack of dried crickets, his feet dangling off the edge of the pit. He offers one to Shattertooth. They’re spicy.
Vorgo watches with bemusement. He turns to Shattertooth. In retrospect, I bet I could have just used my healing spit to cure his ailment. That...that probably would have been better. He shrugs. We'll just call this a learning opportunity. Next time, we won't use the ooze potion.
Back down the ladder Vorg...oh, you're going Lur? Great. Enjoy. Vorgo sits down to take a much needed rest.
Killed the mimics, sure...but what of the other coins now inside him?
So...can I start cutting him up into little pieces yet? I don't think we want him to reform with all those coins inside him.
Uek, I bought us some time but we need to go now, get up that ladder!
Once we're both safely above:
Vorgo wraps his scaly claws around Lur's mangled hand. Blessed mother, please bestow me with your healing spit, so that I may end this wretched creature's ghastly suffering. He spits a greenish fluid all over Lur's wound. [dice=lay on "hands"]2d6+1[/dice]
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