Cursing, Zachris attempts to keep his balance down the slope.
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Zachris tries to slip through the vines...
Only to get caught in them. Cursing, the sorcerer tries to cut his way free with the comb shiv.
Zachris tries his luck with a leap. He never was a good swimmer.
...And promptly falls into the stream. Cursing, the sorcerer tries to swim the rest of the way.
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"We shouldn't just leave the ogre," Zachris protests. "Muscle like that is hard to find."
Realizing that their cover is blown, Zachris casts aside the guard's shield he carries and throws an open hand in the direction of the two men guarding the gate. "Cupio virtus licet!" he utters.
Once Zachris is finished dressing as a guard, he looks to the other escapees. "What are we waiting for?"
GM Qwerty:
"Well met," Zachris replies. "I can certainly perform in the role of wretch, but we might have a difficult time explaining away our large companion. It would seem more prudent that I dress as a guard as well, although it could interrupt my magic."
"I'm Zachris Swayne," he explains his tone becoming impatient. "And right now your trust is irrelevant. Do I look like a guard?" Zachris gestures to the filthy rags he wears. "At this moment our goals align and we are wasting time."
Zachris holds his hands up in a display of non-aggression. "Peace, friends." He brushes a strand of greasy brown hair out of his face and takes stock of the crew in front of him. "Are you breaking out? I want in." The sorcerer flashes his most convincing smile. "And I can pull my weight." Zachris summons a lightless flame in one of his palms and shows it to the others before quickly dismissing the prestidigitation.
Submitting Zachris Swayne, infernal sorcerer. |