Wiping down his sword, Zaraith sheathes it after it becomes apparent that there are no more of the things slopping around the room. When Watanabe heals him, he nods in thanks.
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Reeling back from the spray from the first blob of flesh bursting, Zaraith will still swing his sword toward the other one.
Having been following along behind the group so as to not impede their stealthy approach nearly as much, Zaraith now rushes forwards, moving into the room to interpose himself between the others and the Boilborn. He then readies his swords to swing at the first one that approaches him.
Readied Attack:
Once I am able to come out of delay: Pulling out of the funk that he had been in at the very start of the combat, Zaraith runs towards the corner behind which the Kasatha creatures are. Drawing his blade as he goes, he is still unable to attack for the time being.
Waiting a moment to be sure the creature is dead, Zaraith then nods at Barlespin. "Thank you." He then wipes down his blade and holds it, ready in case anything else is in this room.
Zaraith moves up to the unconscious creature, raising his sword up before looking over at Barlespin. He holds his attack until the Grippli takes his actions.
Readied action, triggered upon Barlespin doing his action:
Waiting to see the effects of Sinna's spell on the creature, Zaraith draws his sword and looks at the shelled creature.
Zaraith feels the waves of healing wash over him, feeling the bruising around where the robot had slammed into him fading to a dull ache. He glances to Watanbe, nodding his thanks.
Zaraith will let the anger flow out of him, breathing heavily as the adrenaline leaves his body and he feels the tiredness that always comes about after this. Wearily sheathing his sword, he refrains from opening the door until everyone is ready. Once it has been opened, he will move to take point.
Roaring in anger at the robot, Zaraith swings his sword at it once again before leaning in to attempt to bite at it again.
Zaraith will step forwards, feeling fury rise up inside him. Turning the rage into strength, leans in to bite at the creature, before pulling back and swinging his greatsword at the creature.
Would Zaraith have any knowledge about what this thing could be in any way? Knowing what his traits are in particular?
Zaraith will take point heading into the room, looking for any threats that may exist, both in this room and down the adjoining tunnel.
Finished leveling up.
"I'll take the lead." Zaraith will move to the front of the group, advancing slowly down the corridors while keeping an eye out for any more traps.
Zaraith walks up towards the two who were injured by the metal plate, pulling out the healing potion he was carrying from earlier. Glancing at the two of them, he holds it out for Barlespin.
Zaraith moces up next to Morgan, drawing his greatsword as he goes. He then swings at the tiny creature that is assaulting the gunslinger.
Zaraith will stay back as the others deal with the traps, waiting for there to be something that requires blades to deal with.
Zaraith advances about half-way down the east corridor, not wanting to give away their presence and more by barging into the next room.
Zaraith will move to look through the pile of scrap alongside Sinna.
"I could carry everything I guess. Should we take the unholy symbol along?" If nobody disagrees, Zaraith will grab the two healing potions and the unholy symbol, as well as his seven gold.
Zaraith takes a careful step to the far side of the creature. He then swings down at it with his large sword.
Zaraith moves into the room, getting into position next to Ohitekah.
Zaraith will follow along behind the others, trying to keep the clinking of his armor to a minimum.
"Perhaps. Although, you going alone may not be the best, especially if there are other things along those passageways."
Zaraith waits for his companions to decide a course of action, although he does go ahead and draw his greatsword from its sheathe.
Zaraith follows the others and examines the wounds, but can't tell much about them.
Since the other two who appeared to be affected by the water are resting, Zaraith will take the time to sit down as well. After he feels better, he offers to climb up and follow Barlespin.
Zaraith will follow in after the others.
"I have less than two gold on me right now. I won't be of much help with purchasing anything."
"So the entrance is through the pond? Also, just how many people are you hoping for us to rescue?"
"Do we know who made those tracks?"
Zaraith shifts his weight, tail reaching into a pouch in order to retrieve a hunk of dried meat. Putting it in his hand, he looks it over before biting into it, quickly eating it. After swallowing, he says "I don't have anything better to do right now. Just so long as the rest of you can hold your own, I'm willing to have you at my back down there. How are you all on supplies?"
Taking the rearguard position, Zaraith looks over to Sinna as they continue walking. "What did he teach you?" he rather bluntly asks.
Zaraith looks over at Sinna. "You're an android, aren't you?" He doesn't bother gathering his gear, since he didn't remove any from his person.
Zaraith will walk in, having just come back from walking around for a bit. He is incredible tall and heavy set, with what little skin visible under his clothes and armor being red and covered in scales. He has a pair of horns poking out at his brow, clearly visible due to his helmet being off currently, and a long tail lashing behind him. Walking up to the bar, he orders an ale and a broiled ham. Looking around for someplace to sit, he sees a couple of spots at a table filled with an eclectic group, some of whom he semi-recognizes, he decides that that place is as good as any. He walks over and takes an open seat, tail wrapping around one of the chair legs. "Greetings."
All finished I believe. Took longer than expected to write out the description and backstory.
This will be the profile for Art Burd's character. I will finish filling out the profile by noon tomorrow at the latest, probably earlier if I get the chance. Decided to go tiefling. |