"This is the right flask, ain't it Grovy?"
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"What, this bottle?" Zak pulls out the flask, "Where should I dump it?"
"I swear to honour the laws. Please, call me Zakarras, I was fortunate to know Simon and I would do right by him and his family." Zak glances at Poog and quickly pokes the goblin in the ribs. "Right, we'll all swear to honour the laws."
Many Thanks to all for a great game, and finishing with an epilogue at the lands of the Greer family sounds perfect
After a brief hesitation, Zak sorts through a collection of impressive weaponry, selecting a fine short sword from the lot. "Not my typical weapon, but it's magic will serve my purposes." Luck blade in hand, the archer retreats from the horde. "Let's go lift a curse, Grovnaidel, a few extra wishes are sure to help us with that." Brimming with confidence, Zak pats the sword cane as the lure of an untraveled road already begins to pull at him.
For just the slightest of moments, as the sword hums Zak thinks, he is just a goblin, then his mind reasserts itself, No, NO, it's Poog! My stalwart companion from the tournament!
"You've my support, Grovnaidel, the treasury of the tournament shall provide means to lift the curse on land Greer. And if it doesn't, well, I do need something new to keep me busy now that the revenge business is finished and Questor seems a fine enough occupation. What say you Grov, do I make a suitable traveling companion for you? I've none of the charm or class of the old man, but I'll fight that curse with the health Simon was denied!"
Thirded, that was excellent!
The archer's normally stable hands begin to shake, threatening to spill tea across the floor boards. Setting the cup down, Zak moves to the side of the bed and carefully slides the envelope from beneath Rach, being sure that Simon's companion stays right upon his chest. Afraid his voice will crack and choke away the words, Zak hands the letter to Asha, his eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
With trepidation Zak enters the room, holding the door open for Asha.
"I'll join you Asha, the old man needs a little fresh air and hot tea if he's going to feel any better." Zak pushes his gruel towards It and carries a cup of hot tea up the stairs.
Still content after his perceived revenge and success, Zak lounges while wondering what Grovnidal may require of him in the quest for reclaiming ancestral lands.
Content with their victory, but still worried for Simon, Zak claims a well deserved rest.
Eventually released from the force cage, Zak floats to the side of the old man, concern clear in his features. "Come on elder, lets get you resting properly. A little sleep and a few prayers and you'll be right as rain." The words ring empty, the flying archer lacking the guile to deceive anyone regarding his fear for the old man's condition.
Zak continues to float lazily in his force cage as he admires Asha's combat prowess.
Zak continues floating in his force cage, regretting that he has no snacks as he enjoys the show below.
Trapped in his force cage, Zak waits with tensed muscles for the walls to disperse.
Enduring the stench, Zak fires a single arrow at the blue sister from the concealment of the green cloud, his Goz mask providing him vision from the mist.
His single attack launched, Zak flies straight upwards, attempting to clear the cloud.
Zak continues his attack without relent, unleashing another full barrage of arrows on Gomwai at point blank range with both speed and deadly aim, while taking advantage of Poog's Hex to help the first arrow strike true.
The strike drives the air from his lungs, but luck and training provide Zak with the fortitude to draw another breath.
Round 1 Hoping to catch the enemy flat footed, Zak unleashes a full barrage of arrows on Gomwai with both speed and deadly aim, while taking advantage of Poog's Hex to help the first arrow strike true.
Zak activates his flight ability and lowers his Goz mask.
I had the same answer, but had line 4 as line 2
Zak calls out loudly as he reads the line of text from his plinth.
Zak moves to the one in the northwest.
"Here, Asha, drink these." Zak hands her two clear vials of blue tinted liquid.
Seeing Asha take a massive beating, Zak wastes no time in delivering deadly shots to the giant.
Zak launches into the air and takes aim on the monster. "I'm not sure which head is uglier, both they'll both be sprouting arrows soon!"
Round 3 Seeking to end the encounter, Zak unleashes a swarm of arrows at Seishuku.
Round 2 Zak elevates another 60' and unleashes a single arrow at the ninja.
Round 1 Zak zips straight up in the air and looks for any faint signs of disturbance caused by their invisible foe...
...but unfortunately a cloud of gnats was hovering 15' above him and Zak spits out winged bugs while blinking and wiping at his eyes.
Zak prepares for the semifinal round with his usual combination of flight and the Goz mask in place.
"What Simon said, I made a a promise to Grovnaidel and I intend to restore those ancestral lands! Then after that there is a certain brother that may need protecting." Zak flashes a wink at Asha. "And, well, I think my revenge business is finished. Its very strange, I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life?"
Zak will administer one of his potion of cure serious wounds to Marythsan, then carry the man out from the hold of the ship to the fresh air of the dock.
"Not the tournament you were expecting, eh?"
"Hold, Poog!" Zak's voice drifts from the cloud of smoke. "This enemy hides in shadow and strikes without honor, we need to investigate below decks with care."
At Simon's request, Zak's cloud of smoke drifts toward the ship to investigate for any signs of the Aspis Conts or Marythsan.
Round 4 Zak uncorks his bottle of smoke and vanishes into a billowing cloud, then slowly draws an arrow and takes aim on Risha's heart.
Round 3, init 21
Turning his attention to Pirin, Zak unleashes another wave of arrows.
Round 2, init 21 Zak stays focused on the traitor Darys. "Your death will be today!"
Round 1, init 21 Zak endures the pain of the arrow, his focus completely on the traitor Darys. "Murderer, your head is mine!" he swears as an oath and his bow responds. For the second time in the day a weapon speaks, to the party's surprise, this time Zak's bow shouting "Death to those who have wronged me!" Unleashing a full barrage of arrows with speed, Zak targets the traitor and murderer of his friend, the sworn enemy he pursued to this island.
At Simon's words Zak again takes to the skies, searching for the nefarious actions at the new harbor docks.
Even amidst the scene of death, Zak finds himself again pondering the wonders of goblins. He cares not for any of our conventions, yet here he is again showing more concern for life than I do? Have we judged the tribes wrong all these years? Perhaps there is much to the goblins that we do not understand? "What do you think Poog, is she alive?" Zak turns from his pondering to inspect the chambers as a detective would, looking for any signs or clues as to what occurred.
Zak zips through the air, keeping a lookout as the party rushes to the home of Marythsan.
At Simon's request, Zak launches into the sky, his keen eyes searching the surroundings.
"Does Marythsan have access to the vault?" Zak fears the worst.
Zak hands his potion to Zarina or Asha, "Here, this would best serve our group in one of your hands if we face a foe hiding in water." Approaching Simon, Zak again offers his thanks to him and Grovnaidel, "Thanks be to you, Simon, and to you, Grovnaidel, I doubt I would have survived the trial without your benefit."
With a bursting gasp as he surfaces, Zak draws air into his lungs while stars swim in his vision. "Thank you Grovnaidel!"
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