Before they head down. "These spiders are harmless. Well Unless you are a bug."
As the move down the stairs Zekal gives a little start when they see the half human figure.
"Stilgrit, Mother of Spiders? Crazy as a feral goblin."
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Well the site is up for now. It was not up all day today, Tuesday, thought.
"He was not a religous figure or part of the wooded world so outside of my sphere of knowledge. The nail armor does sound fascinating though. I imagine it would be quite sturdy and possibly disturbing as all heck to a giant you were fighting. Sounds like something you dwarves would actually get into.... he chuckles to himself. "Get into. Its armor. Funny."
"So were in the right place. Good... good. I don't love the idea of what ammounts to stealing form a tomb but needs must if we are to protect those who need us. Lets see what we shall find shall we."
Zekal is a bit suprised to see one enemy still standing. With a bit of a start he takes a short step and fires two arrows.
Offering nothing but pragmatism Zekal wants to burn the web. "Clearly we burn the web. Anyone got an easy fire spell or do I need a torch."
Seeing the spiders dead Zekal moves around to the other side of the building to see if anything is still alive.
Muttering under his breath about spiders Zekal takes a small step towards and fires a pair of arrows.
Zekal gestures to the obelisk as he skirts around the to one side and lines up a shot. "Its his gravestone, the tomb must be below, but these beasties seem to have tried to turn it into their own sort of shine. Guessing we will need to fight our way in."
Zekal joins the others for the approach. "Traps I am sure. With luck that will be all but I have never heard a story where that is it. Lets keep our eyes peeled." He pulls a silver arrow from his quiver and keeps it at the ready.
Looking back. "Well you got the bald covered my friend. We will be sure no giant shaves you I guess." After a moment more. "Maybe this dwarf has something to hide. Putting himself way out here like this. Either a secret or a weapon he didn't want people to get."
"If I was the sort to take the time to make a tomb I doubt I would do it in the middle of nowhere. Seems counter intuitive for one to think themselves so important and yet to hide the tomb away." This is not said as a complaint just lack of understanding of how others think some time. "Well best we follow the trail I guess."
It is possible the stoic cleric smiled. But just possible.
"Eyes peeled... always thought that was a weird expression. I saw some some folks that eyes had been peeled by some goblins. Glad I hunted and killed the goblins after that." He nods as Lys decides to take point. "I don't mind ranging ahead but can admit your eyes are a little sharper then mine. A little. "
With a nod Zekal moves to retrieve any arrows that can be salvaged from the creature. "One less threat in the world."
Taking a small step to kepe his firing lane open Zekal mutters an almost silent prayer as he fires of two more arrows. "Guide my arrows that I may protect the world."
I hope everything is ok or moving towards ok Varin. Kaden, you have been made into a circle. It is a cropping tool. Overall I am happy to help with the maps. I use this program at work all the time.
A nod when Lys motions to kill it, that is all the encouragement he needs with a beast like this. He takes a step forward preying and fires. Erastil, grant my bow your guidance, this beast is clearly a threat.
Raising a an open hand with the back of the hand facing his friends Zekal quickly comes to a stop. He points ahead and nocks an arrow.
"Don't sell yourself short Lys, we will only get bloodied by a few traps that you miss I am sure." a small chuckle 'Thats why you tolerate my dour self isn't it? A little bolstering before the real works begins." Not sure but Kaden may well consider me a 'meat head' no matter really. I have seen more then one wizard find religion when faced with a giants ax. Best we get to this tomb soon I think. They have been walking for some time now it would seem. "Maybe we should camp soon. When this mythical tomb is found we can finally stop talking I think."
Kaden you are right, clearly. Charging in to face creatures at least twice our size," a smile "well three times Crom's, that would be foolish. Seperate and destroy as they do towns we do them. Poison, not in my background but sure if it can be used with precision. Grog is good but not rivers. I guess."
Zakal smiles as the others talk. Sure there is ego too big for each of us. How else do simply folks stand again giants that shake the very earth. Still I the gods will provide if we work for ourselves. Happy to listen he moves to the front of the line and keeps his eyes open.
Done. I do the same thing but I keep it on my maps page. Really helps to make the players do some of the work when GMing I find.
Having hear this or a similar exchange many times Zekal sighs and grins. "Crom my friend. I fear by our standards you are already old." his grin gets a little bigger before speaking more quietly, more to himslef. "Still, yes, the giants shall die.. it is Erastil's will."
A little late on these questions I know but I had put this game in the back burner of my mind. How do you feel about tracking ammunition? Do you want it tracked or assume there is enough time in evenings and travel to keep supplies up? Actually that is the only question. Doing the math there is little chance I would have had the money for another enchantment on the old bow.
Having learned much during his time in the woods Zekal made sure his Haversack was stuffed with extra food before the group set out for the tomb. Well that and more arrows. Not a large man he appears to travel light but with his quiver and bag looks are deceiving. As the others talk or tell tails of the journey he smiles but only talks of the times they were protecting people not of the actual battles. He does make a point of taking some target practice whenever he spots a squirrel having grown to like the taste. When the break he does silent pray before each meal, if anyone else is inclined to join in he mumbles quietly for them to hear.
Well it looks like the war to protect the peoples of Golarian is back on. Lets give them a good what for. Cant think of buffs I need, well Haste always is good, I just plink away and make sure you nice folks do not get killed. GM - Can we open game-play for dot and delete so the game comes up on the thread.
@rorek55 - I have never played or played with a kinectst. I think that would be a great addition and what I was hoping you were going towards with the backstory. This opinion may be informed by really wanting to see the class in action.
Nice to see people are interested. GM do you want any feedback from the old players in this? I am fine either way but ask so I do not step on toes if unwanted.
Checking in as one of the original players so I can keep track of what is going on. For the record Zekal is Ranger 2 / Cleric 4 and I imagine will continue down the cleric path for the rest of his journey.
Well it is very nice of you to step in GM Deekan.
DM Jubal I completely understand, I am sad to see you go but I get it. GMing gets less fun the higher the level gets I have found. As Lys said, it is good that you finished the book with us. I have been thinking for the last few days and don't think I can add GMing another, 4th, game to my workload at the moment. I did consider it but I also have a job and family. I would be interested in moving forward if we can find another GM to take things over. If not it was nice to get the chance to play what I did with you folks. Ryan
Zekal is quiet for a moment as the ghost fades from this existence. Privately he is somewhat relieved, as always, that the idea of life after death is confirmed. "If nothing else we have protected Truneau and the free peoples from a dire threat. The orcs remain, should they be dealt with? I am of two minds on that but will go with the groups decision."
Zekal would consider leaving a threat to Trunau to grow an unappealing prospect? Will they be taking over the fort if left alone? Still he would not be the one to pick the fight. Looks like he had some cool items, most of which will make nice piles of gold at some point. Don't we have two geodes that make a map, is that important to whats next?
"Right, should have known that now that I think. This cannibalism thing really has me shaken. Lets see what we find and then get this going." Zekal takes his time look around the room with the help of detect magic. Once complete he will help scoop up what he can.
"Lets hope that is the end of this house of horrors. Somehow this..." he pokes Pappy with his toe "thing seems to have had the same supernatural apatite that bothered some of us."
Mumbeling to himself Zekal moves into the room and fires off a single arrow. "Guessing this is well in hand but don't want to just stand around."
Must better fighting outdoors, hard to get the angles in here. Grim faced Zekal again takes a step forward to get an angle on one of the attackers and lets lose two arrows.
Zekal is impressed by his friends arcane power. I guess that is what happens when you focus on one craft. "Most impressive Nerak." He takes a small step and fires two arrows at one of the attackers.
"No idea but safe to say it is nothing good." He drops back a few steps. "Lets try and pull them out of the small room if we can." Readied Action if a shot opens:
"There are those doors behind us. Hopefully no more of this cannibal stuff." There are double doors just north of us but Zekal is not going to go first.
Zekal nods and smiles as Wulfrum heals them. Seeing Crom is still pretty beat up he lays his hands on the dwarf and whispers a short prayer.
Looking at the dwarf he frowns and call on the power of Eartsil one more time.
"Thank you are ok for now? I have some heals for the group if it comes to that but I would prefer to hold some power in reserve."
"Nooo... I am unclean an eater of flesh!." Zekal flails in Wulfrums arms for a moment and then goes slack... He smiles weekly "It happened again? This culdron. It.... Eartsil? I have been good for you, protected what I can, why do you not aid me?" His foot lashes out to no effect at the cooking vessle.
"Noo... not again. Not again!" Zekal fights as best he can but cannot contain himself taking some time to get control.
As soon as he can contain himself attempts to kick over the cursed pot.
"Lets get this done with folks. Hopefully no more of those...... hands." Zeakal will position himself after the melee folks bow at the ready.
"Best we keep looking. The orcs are can wait until we put this to rest I think."
Without another word Zekal follows Crom out, clearly he is lost in thought about his recent experience.
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