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Voronwe looks somberly over the scene, "My healing is spent and I have little magic left. We must be cautious." At Jon's suggestion, Voronwe lets out a slow breath, "Is that east? You have a better sense of direction than me, my friend." He pauses for a few moments, "Yes, we must push on. There is no other escape."
Voronwe moves into the room and reaches out, between Bhru and Katigar, to heal Kellan with his final bit of arcane energy.
Voronwe gasps, "A huecuva, an undead, blasphemous priest! You need magic or silver to get through its tough skin."
Voronwe lets the tough guys go first.
I'm in Warwickshire. I do have a little sympathy for the exam boards. They had a good plan last year but then the politicians lost their nerve. This year, it feels like they have decided to protect themselves by offloading all responsibility onto teachers and calling it 'flexibility'. All they want is assessed work that they can look at to verify teachers' grades (like they do with coursework). Apart from that, they're keeping well clear. The problem is that they suggested that they would give us more guidance and support, including assessment options, and then left us, last minute, saying 'What? Is that it? We have to do it all off our own backs?' If we had known that much earlier then we could have been much better organised.
Voronwe looks at his dagger, slightly astonished that it has struck anything.
Sorry for going AWOL lately. Work/Life got crazy for a little while.
I should get back on track with all of my games over the next few days.
Voronwe moves up and slashes at the undead.
Voronwe stabs out again.
Voronwe darts forward beside Bhru and does his best to help. He swings his dagger inexpertly at the creature.
I feel as useless as a level 1 wizard in 3e! I wish I had more cantrips available: having disrupt undead would be fun right now. Mainly, Voronwe is a poor scholar. Next time he gets some cash, he'll definitely invest in a few alchemist's fire and holy water vials.
Voronwe delays until he can do something useful.
"More of these zombies: use slashing weapons to tear at their flesh." Voronwe moves forward, getting in a position to help if he can find a way to be useful.
Voronwe points, "Let's try that door?"
I think it's computer only :(
Voronwe shakes his head, "I fear we may face more of the unquiet dead before we quit this place."
Sorry for not posting much lately. I am waiting for a new laptop and I broke a finger on Monday, so posting on the phone is difficult as well. I will get back to proper frequency once the new laptop arrives.
Voronwe steps up behind Brhu and uses his magic to heal him.
Unsure how to deal with the undead, Voronwe delays.
Voronwe moves into the room behind his allies, "Undead, my spells won't work against them."
It's cool. You're the GM and are doing 90% of the work so whatever works for you.
GM Fanguar, have you ever tried using Google Slides for maps? When I GM, I enjoy the convenience of players being able to move pawns about and update information for me.
dropping knowledge:
Voronwe looks at the others for a second then draws out his knife. He looks at it, looks at the others and shrugs.
Voronwe shakes his head, "I don't think so. Lead on, Bhru."
Voronwe raises an eyebrow: "It was the brother. He said this is what we get for helping his sister." He looks around, "The door then. Does anyone have an axe?"
Before that, he casts mage armour on himself .
Concerned about being trapped, Voronwe seeks to better understand his environment.
"Well, I suppose so."
Voronwe peers down the shaft, "I wonder what's going on down there?"
Voronwe peers down, "Well, well, Jon. Very spry."
As Jon makes the boat safe, Voronwe produces a notebook and jots down a few observations about the island, the trip and the birds, "Beautiful creatures, aren't they?" Looking down into the darkness, he ponders for a moment then produces a beach pebble from his pocket, "I did swipe a few, lovely things..." The elf takes a dried firefly from his pouch and scrunches it between his fingers into a fine powder that falls over the stone. As he does so, he mutters a few arcane syllables, words which, to those not versed in the arcane arts, seem to slip in and out of meaning and memory.
He holds out the stone, "I could drop it down? Or someone could carry it?"
Vornowe grins happily as he boards the boat, "Well then, let's set sail, Cap'n Jon!"
Voronwe slaps Bhru on the shoulder, "Well played, Master Angraddson." As the boat is made ready, he watches everything that Spinnaker Jon does with interest, "I have no talent for seacraft but I do enjoy getting out on a boat. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Apologies, I’m overwhelmed with work at the moment. Should be temporary, please bot me.
Voronwe thinks about his empty pouch, I hope he's got more coin than me.
Barely sipping at his ale, Voronwe reads the man's lips.
"Um, Steel Urchin?"
Voronwe ponders Jon's words, "Hmm, perhaps Lavinia can make a connection. Her family might own some coastal property? Or there might be a place he has mentioned?" "Perhaps tomorrow we can speak with Lavinia, then try to gather information in the rest of the city's districts?"
Voronwe, unsure of himself, dithers at the back of the group.
"Oh, erm, hello. This is a nice place, isn't it. Charming. Yes." Voronwe stops himself, "Sorry, babbling. We were hoping you might be able to help us track down Vanthus Vanderboren. Apparently, he was in your shop a little while ago."
Voronwe, who has little more than sipped at his beer, rises without giving it a second glance, ”Oh, yes, after our fellow. No time like the present.” |
