Thank you, this was a lot of fun! DEfinitely appreciate the opportunity to try it out and play through it. :D
Search Posts
Gheorix stops singing, conserving his quickly dwindling rage powers. We should get out of the water! he cries, trying to get the others back onto dry land where their combat will be more effective. He takes a fully defensive posture at the lip of the pool, waiting for the dragon to resurface.
Gheorix drops down from the balcony, landing next to Alejandro while continuing his battlesong!
Once landed, he lays a hand on Alejandro, and casts Heroism
Gheorix motions for Sigrid and Agripos to head down before him, knowing he's the loudest member of the party, he waits patiently, and once they have descended, he'll take his turn.
Gheorix fishes around in his pack, withdrawing a piton and offering it to Alejandro. Might help us get down there.
Gheorix scans the perimeter while the others look at the hole in the floor. Half expecting things to jump out of the doors, but then he relaxes when he remembers they are hunting a dragon, who isn't likely to pop out of a door...
I'm up for dragon slaying!
I like it overall, thanks for putting it together, this dragon part feels slightly disconnected from the earlier parts of the adventure though, maybe it'll come together, I guess we'll have to wait and see!
Hi I'm leaving for Pennsic in 2 days and won't be able to really have internet access. Cya when I'm back! :D
Gheorix, breathing hard, looks around at the slain kobolds on the ground. Senseless, they should have just let us pass. Let's hope they don't come back with larger numbers against us again. he says with a sadness in his voice.
Gheorix continues his battle chant, stabbing with the spear continually forward while the spirts of his ancestors continue their own assault. How many of them can we make die?...
Gheorix continues the battlechant of his homeland, disdainfully looking at the priest who tried to affect him with something....
The skald's wounds continue to knit back together as the kobolds penetrate his defenses, and he lashes out again with the spear, attempting to skewer another kobold.
Gheorix continues his song, wounds knitting together as he presses the fight back against the four kobolds before him.... And the spirits of his ancestors continue to pummel the kobolds...
A small mace impacting his unarmored inner thigh, Gheorix lets out, a bellow... That's it! and breaks into his fury song Axes flash, broadswords swing.... letting the battle fury wash over him, as tiny sparks of fire begin to flash around him and the ghostly images of his ancestors smash their way into the kobolds before him.
Gheorix coughs as the globes hit him, Got to get those ranged kobolds out of the fight! he cries. For Atlantis and the death of the Immperials! He casually blocks the attacks of the closer kobolds, again lashing out with his spear.
Gheorix punches forward with his spear, attempting to skewer the next closest kobold..
Sorry all computer died over the weekend working on getting back online
Gheorix follows Agripos' lead moving forward, [b]I wish we had something to scare them off with, lots of little bodies to deal with. Thinking a moment, he bangs his spear against his shield and intones gravely in his native celtic tongue. Directing his spite toward the speaking kobold his eyes flash red and he projects his hostile intent toward the 'leader'
Gripping his doru and shield Gheorix calls out in what passes for Greek in this strange land, Hail, we're here on an important task, and have no desire to fight you, will you let us pass? switching to Atlantean he quietly murmurs, I don't expect that'll work, but maybe it'll get us a second to think
Gheorix nods in the darkness, Its strange, never seen the night like this before. and grips his doru, following Agripos forward. He promptly reminds everyone he's not the quietest ever, and stumbles directly into the paladin, kicking a large rock with an armored boot.
Gheorix breathes heavily when he arrives on the ground, he scans the area with his spear in hand.
Gheorix fishes a piton out of his pack, handing it to Agripos, Here, be careful. Looks quiet down there, but you can never be too sure.
Gheorix will aid Leonardo in installing the catapult onto the boat, while describing for him the Imperial ship's offense capabilities as he understood them so Leonardo can help plan the defenses.
We could mount this on the ship, and that's how we get it close? What do you think? Gheorix asks the others, puzzling how exactly to get this to work in an effective way.
Okay, so sounds like we land, and travel a little distance, maybe we can work out with Cookie again about swooping in to pull us out when and if we're in trouble. If they don't get visitors they'll probably be pretty casual about their defenses, I can't see a tribe of kobolds being very keen on monitoring a border which doesn't get incursions.
But how does this not invalidate the will of the Ri? They should be the one to dictate how the laws are interpreted with the will of the gods present in their judgement? Ach, we're off track. What do the scouts say, if it is truly only 15 foot long, perhaps we can get a weighted net to help dissuade it from flight? Gheorix looks confused by the Gnomes egalitarian system of justice, and their strange affectations with wigs and dignifiers...
add in Gheorix's +1 Steel Lamellar for sale also.
Gheorix looks slightly ambushed by Teddy's approach, but nods after a moment, I am merely a humble warrior, seeking to carve my own path as best I can. When damsels need saving, I do my best, but I'll admit, its been a long while since my companions and I saved any damsels; and while I've heard tell of many dragons in the water and far-off misty caves, I've not drawn the dragon's wrath from there. he settles into a smoother cadence of words, threatening to let the power of song and word overwhelm him, turning to the other companions, These heroes are the stuff of songs, and I, Gheorix, am blessed to have honed my blade against the Iceni, and again in Gaul before journeying to these shores. We have stood powerfully against those who sought to do harm to others, my companions, Alejandro, Agripos, and Sigrid have all stood tall when the hands of oppressors seek to smite those whom they deem inferior. We have been the shield to the people we meet, and the sword of justice when the wicked seek to do harm... Tell me of your deeds Teddy Rosybelt, have you stood as the flame against the darkness of oppression? Do you and yours seek to stand fast against the tides of darkness lapping at your feet?
I suppose we look for a pink pennant, and maybe find New Atlantis while we're here? Gheorix suggests. In Showerton Gheorix wanders around, asking people for directions to New Atlantis, and any rumors thereof....
Seems as likely a place as any, maybe we can pick up any leads for the Lord's Alliance there? Gheorix echoes Agripos' idea.
Done! Bumped up my Profession: Sailor so there's no drop off between Cookie and myself. Added the spell:Heroism, and the Feat Battlecry
Gheorix walks the battlefield, shocked that the victor didn't even honor their own dead. As Council casualties mount approaching the cave, he mutters, Doesn't look good for our allies, what now? Missing ships could either indicate escape or complete defeat, but we're still here so all isn't lost. walking back outside he pokes around at one of the downed elephants, hauling a cannon from its mount. Hey, this thing looks like it works, we should take it with us! He brings it back to the group, setting it by the entry to the cave. Going inside, he pries open a box, This food looks salvageable, we should take that too. Its not doing anyone any good here, and we can eat it on board to wherever we're going next.
Uh-oh, does anyone know where their backup plan was to rally? Agreed, let us get down there and see if there is someone we can aid. Gheorix looks grimly at the destruction below them atop the snow.
Gheorix, dodging the hail of fire from the mounted imperials, quickly follows Cookie's orders, lashing down the sternsail...
Gheorix stands defiantly on the deck of the yacht, shield and spear at the ready. He stares at the mounted riders, again trying to focus imposing his will on the imperials, finally focusing on one straying too close to the group before casting his last magical spell on the rider. FLEE!
Gheorix, knowing his strength isn't at range, scrambles to the boat, motioning for the smiths to follow him closely as he keeps his shield raised high to protect them.
Speaking in Atlantean, I'm not much good with them so far away, anyone have any bright ideas? he plants his doru in the ground, drawing his sling and firing a stone into the air.
Gheorix will focus on the passing riders, intoning a spell in his deep native language, attempting to paralyze the rider.
The celt nods, since his people don't use bows, and casts light on a stone sending it arcing toward the west...
Gheorix looks to the others, Cloud trick time? I think it is cloud trick time. he says casting Obscuring Mist to try and shake their pursuers unless someone stops him.
Sigrid, I think now's the time for the light on the arrow thing to get Cookie moving! he'll say before casting the obscuring mist.
Gheorix says, We should run for the yacht, yes? Its west of us I think.
So nothing happened before they showed up? We'd heard rumors of a biological weapon unleashed here, but you know how rumors go. he says, hustling along in the corridor.
Yes, quickly now. What happened before the imperials arrived? Gheorix asks back over his shoulder, stalking forward waiting for the devourer to reappear and try to eat them again.
Gheorix puts more of his might into the spear as he stabs forward again, blade wreathed in fire as his song continues to drive his allies forward.
Fight those b@stards till they yield... Gheorix continues singing, and his wounds continue to close as he stabs forward with the heavy spear in his hand.
Gheorix continues to sing, even as the spell from Sigrid washes over him, and his wounds knit even faster as the song picks up its tempo. He thrusts the spear forward again, wreathed in flames, but with more precision this time.
Axes flash, broadswords swing, shining armor's piercing ring! the celt begins the battles hymn of his people, whipping his comrades into a frenzy. He spins the Doru in his hands, stabbing at the closest creature.
Gheorix braces his spear on his shield, waiting to see what Sigrid's shot reveals, and quietly warming up his voice to begin the battlesong of his clan.
|