I haven't seen Olmek post as a player or a GM for a while now. I just hope he's doing alright.
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"Well. Perhaps we had best keep our feet moving, mmm?" With a grunt, Zoresk begins making his way forward.
I'm running games at ConCentric most of this weekend, and Sunday night is my six year anniversary with my fiance. Don't expect a flurry of activity from me, and bot me as needed =)
"We can leave the bodies here, and take them with us when we leave, if we are able to. Let us keep moving now." Zoresk shifts in place, waiting for the others to finish with the unfortunate remnants of the previous expedition.
Zoresk is eager to be ripping the limbs from his enemies! ;-)
I hope your emergency has passed! Lack of internet blows, though. =( Hope you're taking care of yourself!
"Good, good. That is fine." Zoresk pats Val twice, absent-mindedly, on the head, before looking over his shoulder at Sarona. "
I'm here! -)
Zoresk glances down at the wound in his thigh, as if noticing it for the fist time. "Bah. A mere scratch. I will be alright," he grins, flexing his wrists. Looking down at his claws, he opts to keep them out, for now, rather than waste the time to focus them again later. After all, there were likely to be more than a few beetles down here. He then turns his attention to Val. "Are you unharmed, small one?" he asks gruffly, turning her by one shoulder to face him.
So... I'm just gonna hold off my combat post, in case I waste a couple of 20s on a dead beetle. :P
GM, this goes for all of your games, but I'm saying it here since it shows up first... I'm doing most of my posting from my phone right now, and since I'm not a paying Roll20 user, I can't view the maps on said device. Rather than attempt to puzzle out where I am from descriptions and memory, I'll post when I'm at my desktop. At this point, that's tomorrow. If this is too long, just bot me - Zoresk hits things, it isn't hard! -Posted with Wayfinder
On a lighter note, I intended for Zoresk to be a melee bruiser. Yeeeeeeeah. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Small one, you would do well to move back!" Zoresk growls, his lips pulling back from his teeth as his words blend into a savage snarl. His knuckles erupt into the wicked claws, pulsating with violet light, as he tears into the beetle in front of him.
I've had a rather rough few weeks. My home situation is growing ever more hostile due to a particular family member moving back in, and I've found out that I won't have my job much longer due to there being no funding for it. So I'm looking for a job and a house, both of which are pretty unattainable right now - I can't get a home loan because I have no reliable income, and I can't get a job because I'm inexperienced in everything that's hiring. I've been stressed to high heaven at work, and when I get home, I've wanted to do nothing but sleep. I'm still around, but I'm pretty absent right now, and trying to get my life back on track, and to not post when I'm feeling so depressed (which is pretty frequently). Please be patient with me. I'm trying to work my way back into everything.
"Mmm," Zoresk affirms with a grunt and a nod. After all, technically he saw plenty. -Posted with Wayfinder
Unbothered by the fetid water, Zoresk glances once at Adrien, nods, and glances around in the gloom. He'd never been too good at the actual hunting or tracking part, but nobody else needed to know that yet. "This way," he says with conviction, following the waters to the east. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Our quarry is this Baine," Zoresk grunts. "We should be leaving to find him as soon as we can. If the small one is to join us, I will keep her safe as best as able. She has the fire of my clan-brothers," he adds, with a wide grin. -Posted with Wayfinder
"It will be dangerous," Zoresk says bluntly. "We cannot promise your safety." He picks up a large sheet of metal from the remains of the creature, turns it over as if appraising a weapon, and sets it aside. -Posted with Wayfinder
"We will be leaving to look for him soon," Zoresk says gruffly, folding his arms over his chest. "Your offer is generous, though. Very..." He pauses, brow furrowing as he searches for the word. "Hospitable," he says finally, grinning as if proud of himself. "It will be good to remember it." -Posted with Wayfinder
Zoresk crouches, pushing aside the larger pieces of the crumpled automaton in an attempt to help Stickie in her search. He grins at Lucrezia's comments, giving a deep, rumbling chuckle. "My tribe-brothers and I fought several of these metal men. They wander the Felldales and the Wastes, broken, killing all they come across. We get to them first." He holds up his fists and watches as the strange claws fade, like mist caught in a wind. "We have the strength of bears, and fire in our hearts. Yet our 'friend' is unlike anything we have fought before. I am glad Ozzy is on our side." -Posted with Wayfinder
Zoresk glares at the crumpled automaton, before muttering a curse in Hallit and kicking a piece of it across the room. -Posted with Wayfinder
Good to have you back!
"Ah, this one is tiny!" Zoresk grins wickedly, moving into the room and flexing his fists. "This will be over quickly!"
"Glaucite? What is this?" Zoresk asks in a low rumble, scratching behind one ear with blunt fingernails. "Bugs and worms, they all make same sounds when you hit them, no matter how big. Men who blend into walls, we can handle." He gives a wicked grin at the prospect, showing slightly yellow teeth, already thrilled for the hunt.
His brow furrows at the mention of Parda. He remembered a few people telling him to challenge her to a brawl, with their tone implying that he was highly likely to lose any such bout. From the sounds of things, she's not the type to get in over her head, he thinks, his frown deepening. That can't be good.
Zoresk's head snaps towards the direction of the scream with an almost audible crack. He gives a low growl, clenching his fists, which begin to glow with wisps of translucent purple energy. As his knuckles whiten, the wisps coalesce and form into wickedly sharp, curved purple claws, not unlike those of a bear. He grins savagely as he admires his handiwork, turning his fists this way and that. "Good. Now we go," he growls, heading for the door Sarona indicates.
Much like an elephant not noticing the landing of a fly, Zoresk doesn't even register Adrien's clap on his back, continuing to stretch and nearly elbowing the half-elf in the side of the head. "When do we leave?" he asks bluntly, shrugging.
"We will keep her safe," Zoresk says confidently, stretching his arms as if already limbering up for the chaos sure to follow his movements. "Let her look for her father. She may have a good idea of where to find him - the bonds of family are strong! "And," he adds, grinning wickedly, "the best form of healing is not needing it in the first place." An odd statement coming from one with so many scars, but not an inconsistency he appears to notice.
Zoresk looks back to Adrien as the small man pipes up again. "If he fights well, I'll fight with him," he says simply, shrugging broad shoulders. "I would like it if he would not strike at me in his duties. And for my part, I shall attempt not to strike him. He is very polite, I will say," he admits, with another apprehensive glance at Ozymandias. He's aware of how stilted his Common must sound to these people; he makes a note to listen closely to them in an attempt to pick up their language better. "So you were born with them?" he asks of Sarona, brow furrowing. "You did not earn them? That is strange." He mulls over this for a moment; a memory of a legend comes back to him and he grins. "Ah! I have heard of those who accomplished great deeds in another life being born with the markings they earned. If this is true of you, then you are indeed blessed!"
No worries, GM. Chill, we'll be here. =)
"Bronze does not whisper, Sarona!" Zoresk laughs, a deep rumble that rises from his broad chest like water bubbling through stones. He claps her on the back, a strong blow not intended to harm, but it's evident he's used to dealing with people of his own size and strength. "Those are very strange tattoos, though," he notes as her sleeve falls, rolling up one of his own. "How were you able to make such colours?" He holds out his own arm for comparison, showing the black and orange tattoos that flex over tensed muscle, punctuated with various scars - some white with age, others still fresh and pink, burns and slashes alike. He laughs again at Skikkikitikut's indignation, crouching to look the rat folk in the eye. "You are very strange, Stickie," he grins. "You walk on two legs yet look like an animal - be you one of the skin-changing shamans of legend?" When he straightens, Ozymandias's head swivels toward him, and he twitches a hand closer to the bone-handled dagger at his belt, stopping short of touching it. He takes in the automaton's speech, uncertain what to make of it. Finally, he extends his right hand, hesitantly clasping Ozymandias'. His left swipes briefly across his face, rubbing his broken nose. "I spent many years raised to fight creatures like you," he says stiffly as he shakes the robot's hand. "One of your kind broke my nose, another attacked me with lightning. You have given me no reason not to trust you, but your kind has. If I am to hunt with you and your master, I shall need to put aside years of tradition. I shall have to..." He pauses, searching for the equivalent Common word. "Adapt."
What about Deus Ex-style augmentations? Could I have metal arms with psionically-powered natural weapons? Because that would be BADASS.
Zoresk is surprised by the number of people who step forward, seemingly in response to him. First a strange creature who looks like a large rat walking on two legs (which he regards with curiosity and suspicion), then a woman who seemed to have more arms on her coat than her body. He catches her sizing him up and returns the favour, eyes lingering on the sword at her side. He gives her a broad grin, matching her nod with one of his own. They're joined shortly after by a red-haired woman with ashen skin, and an unassuming young man with a strange robotic creature next to him. Of all those who gather around him, it's this creature that draws his attention - he openly stares, one hand clenching reflexively into a fist with a crunching of knuckles, remembering the robots he's hunted over the years. His nose aches, and he rubs it briefly, his claws flashing once before fading. He turns to the only one to introduce himself, the small man, Adrien. He grabs one of his hands and shakes it stiffly and roughly, nearly wrenching his arm out of the socket. "Introductions, yes! I am Zoresk Totem-Caller of the White Bears, son of Korskell Iron-Slayer. Your guard, he is very strange?" He looks at Ozymandias with narrowed eyes. "I have been told that this 'hand shake' is the proper way to greet someone new, yet I do not trust your guard to not take it as a threat!" He turns back to the councilwoman, arms spread wide to indicate the motley crew. "Adrien, One-Arm, Rodent, Grey, Ozymandias and myself are volunteering for this..." He pauses, searching for the word. "Hunt, yes," he grins widely. "We have skills, now, and we have guards. So, again - what is the pay?"
Oh my god, I absolutely LOVE Ozzy already. "Did I do well?" nearly killed me.
Zoresk isn't entirely sure why the flame is gone - thankfully, from the looks of things, neither is anyone else. After a few days of being in town, he's just about resigned himself to the fact that he may not find any answers here - nobody seemed to want to talk to the large Kellid man much. At least he had coin enough for lodgings. And food, he reminds himself as he eats his lunch, walking through the square. He halts his stride as the amplified voice rings out across the square, slowly chewing his bread and cheese as he turns to look at the dwarf woman on the podium, thick arms crossed over his large chest, both heavily tattooed. So she didn't know why the flame was out. He looks down at his hands, focusing for a moment and watching as the ethereal purple claws form over his knuckles, large and wicked like those of a bear. "I have no skills with a sword," he calls boldly in heavily-accented common, his voice booming as he approaches the short woman. "Yet I have strength plenty. What is the fee you speak of?"
Hope it won't get too crowded on the frontline with both of us there ;-) Zoresk is a feral heart soulknife, which trades out the mind blade for psionically-charged natural attacks. At first level, he gets two claws, but as he levels up, he'll gain more attacks, and eventually pounce. The image of a guy ripping robots apart with his bare hands was far too endearing for me to resist. I also built him to have a good Intimidate, and since he doesn't have much worth spending class skills on, he'll probably keep it maxed. If Adrien has a habit of approaching outsiders, it's entirely likely he's made contact with Zoresk at some point, who, unusually for a Kellid, would be curious about Ozymandias (love the name, btw). Zoresk isn't a Technologist, and probably won't be going into crafting. He doesn't understand tech, nor why it's feared. He wants to learn, in hopes of finding the truth about his strange purple claws. He's eager, but not terribly bright. He's built for a muscle role, and hopefully he'll be able to keep up with Ozzy :P
*Lurch voice* You rang? It's been a busy day, but I'm here, and I should be able to start when we're all ready. I'm a fan of integrating backstories, but I'd have to read over things and see what folks are like. Zoresk is new to Torch though, so may not have had much chance to talk to anyone yet. |