Grin will look around as the last monk collapses in front of him. Noticing the badly wounded strangers in the room, Grin would move to stabalize them any way he could.
Medicine checks (going to try to move from one to the next.. I think 2 people are down but I don't remember....)
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9
Grin snarls as he tries to help the wounded but nothing he does seems to help "SORRY! I uhh... I am not trained for this..." He says apologetically as his features begin to change back to a more human appearance.
Grin and Tibold both meet over Thromkor's body. Grin says something along the lines of "I think we should support his head" and Tibold says "no we should put him in the recovery position." You're both a bit right depending on the injury which you both failed (just) to diagnose properly but given you've both got good intentions and each know a bit I ruling that he is now stable.
(Going by strict DnD combat rules, Grin would have only seen Gotrek for approx 12 seconds. So I will describe him now as he introduces himself)
As Gotrek approaches, Grin sees what could only be the biggest dwarf he has ever seen. Just under 5' tall, with a chest and shoulders that look like they are designed to wrestle an ox and arms thicker than many humanoids upper legs. What was once a majestic mohawk, has been hacked and chopped in different areas, a nose that has been broken countless times and a pair of what have to be ears but neither is still whole. Finally, covered in layers of blood and Gore, so thick, the term 'caked' has to be used.
Gotrek gives a grin as he holds his hand out, his Great-axe held in his other hand, as if it was a hand Axe, "The name is Gotrek and you are? Also you wouldn't know any basic medicine would you?" points his thumb over his shoulder towards his two prone companions. "I am better at ending life rather than restoring it." he says, a little sheepishly at his inability to help his companions.
Lying prone is a very thin, yet masculine-enough-looking silver-skinned dragonborn. His horns (slightly darker than his skin), are not quite a foot long and angle back over his bald, scaly head. He has a number of angled protrusions on his face and head. On the sides of his jaw are two fin-like appendages. (He looks slightly amphibious.) His snout is not overly long. He wears blue robes and a black cloak with silver runes in the lining. He wears a crystal around his neck. The staff at his side is ebony and unadorned, except for the top where an orb sits. It's hard to tell while he is prone, but he appears to be fairly tall.
Grin would wipe his blood and the blood of those he was trying to help off of his hand before reaching out and shaking the dwarfs hand. "Hello friend, you can call me Grin" The shifter will say with a smile.
Standing a little more than six feet tall, the dark haired shifter is fairly well kept. He has a very long black leather jacket that nearly touches the floor and seems to swoosh around with the slightest movement. he has a very ornate rapier sheathed on his hip and a pair of daggers tucked inside his leather jacket. Grin has very dark and thick black hair that seems almost glossy like that of a dog with splotches of orange and brown on occasion thrown in. His arms and the back of his hands also have an impressive amount of dark glossy body hair. The rogue is very thin what he appears to lack in pure muscle he seems to make up with dexterity as he is able to swiftly make his way around the room as though he were floating. He has a thick dark beard and his teeth seem slightly pointier than an average humans and his nose is much flatter as though someone smashed it and never popped back out. his fingernails also appear to resemble claws ever so slightly and Grin all together just seems to have a lot of canine qualities even though he is obviously not one. Grins eyes are also always moving and watching what is going on in his surroundings as though he is always looking for something and occasionally sniffs the air as though he is on someones trail.
Raising a single eyebrow at Grin is a tall half-elf with a sheathed dagger on his belt. His most notable facial characteristics are his extremely pointy ears, far pointier even than most elves'. Though clearly of high quality material, his brown boots, pants, and green shirt are all very faded in color. This same once-fashionableness currently seems to hold true for all of Tibold's superficial characteristics; his black hair is extremely well-combed except for one tousled spot on the side, his brown boots are muddy and scuffed, his sleeves are ripped in several spots, and from Tibold's face to his torso he is covered in splatters of blood.
Moving from Thromkor, Tibold checks Cole to see that he seems to be recovering, then makes his way over to Grin.
"I'm Tibold Reichen,"he says, extending a thin hand and smiling artlessly at the shifter.
After introductions are done, Gotrek turns to Tibold, "I am going to go search the bodies for anything of interest, I won't be long. When i get back, I should be able to take the halfling and his gear, do you think between you and our new friend you will be able to handle Thromkor? As I see it, we need to get out of hear and rest, at least until our companions wake up if not longer. We have two places we can go.. we can go back to that Renwick guy or to our cave but I think the getting these two guys over the wall will be a little tricky. Thoughts? I will give you a moment to think."
Allowing Tibold to think for a moment Gotrek routinely searches the monks and black Earth guards for anything of note.
Grin would shake the half-elf's hand and return a pointy toothed smile. "You can call me Grin, one account of I am always smiling." The shifter will say wish a mischievous grin. looking Tibold up and down a moment.
As Gotrek mentions carrying Thromkor, a slight look of worry will spead across the rogue's face for a moment before he shakes it off. "I uhh... I may not be as strong as I look friend but I would be willing to try" He would say wiping his hands once more before moving towards the unconscious adventurer.
As Tibold asks him about where he came from, Grin would stop and turn to face the half-elf once more, taking a few steps towards him before replying "Well I came in through the front door... at least I assume it was the front, I suppose it could have been the back door." He would say with a smile. "My companion and I approached the door and heard the fighting going on inside, so we decided to lend a hand" As the shifter finishes his sentence he will reach inside his leather jacket and hold out a small rectangular piece of thick parchment. "My card friend" Grin will say with a wink placing the elaborate piece of paper in the helf elfs hand. A moment later Grin would lock eyes with the half elf, his piercing green eyes examining Tibolds reaction to what he had to say next. "I was hired to locate a mud sorcerer... whoever he is, he is a bad man and killed q lot of innocent people... you seen any around here latley?"
OOC: Hey, not everyone can be a snazzy "Draconic" Sorcerer! And when geomancy and hydromancy are too limited fields, the logical step is simply a combination of talents! ;)
Or, "Well, me pap was an earth genasi and me mum was a water genasi."
Tibold's eyebrow shoots up again as he accepts the "card." He mutters his uncertain thanks as Grin asks about this so-called "mud sorcerer."
"Well, I haven't encountered anyone specifically titling them-self as such,"he replies, hand under chin in thought.
"But my companions and I did just recently do combat with a mage specializing in earth magic. Oh!" Tibold realizes.
"He ran out! That could prove unfortunate. We'd best be on our guard, or at least I should. For some reason, he didn't seem to like me very much."Tibold shrugs slightly, smiling.
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And that's all I have to say about that.
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The battle is over!
There are no more monks with Grin killing the last Monk. What do people want to do now?
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
(lick our wounds?)
Grin will look around as the last monk collapses in front of him. Noticing the badly wounded strangers in the room, Grin would move to stabalize them any way he could.
Medicine checks (going to try to move from one to the next.. I think 2 people are down but I don't remember....)
8
9
Grin snarls as he tries to help the wounded but nothing he does seems to help "SORRY! I uhh... I am not trained for this..." He says apologetically as his features begin to change back to a more human appearance.
Grin and Tibold both meet over Thromkor's body. Grin says something along the lines of "I think we should support his head" and Tibold says "no we should put him in the recovery position." You're both a bit right depending on the injury which you both failed (just) to diagnose properly but given you've both got good intentions and each know a bit I ruling that he is now stable.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
How many hours Thromkor is unconscious before he regains 1 hp: 3
Psh!
(Going by strict DnD combat rules, Grin would have only seen Gotrek for approx 12 seconds. So I will describe him now as he introduces himself)
As Gotrek approaches, Grin sees what could only be the biggest dwarf he has ever seen. Just under 5' tall, with a chest and shoulders that look like they are designed to wrestle an ox and arms thicker than many humanoids upper legs. What was once a majestic mohawk, has been hacked and chopped in different areas, a nose that has been broken countless times and a pair of what have to be ears but neither is still whole. Finally, covered in layers of blood and Gore, so thick, the term 'caked' has to be used.
Gotrek gives a grin as he holds his hand out, his Great-axe held in his other hand, as if it was a hand Axe, "The name is Gotrek and you are? Also you wouldn't know any basic medicine would you?" points his thumb over his shoulder towards his two prone companions. "I am better at ending life rather than restoring it." he says, a little sheepishly at his inability to help his companions.
(sorry got caught up mid post. Interpret my post as required.)
Ooo! Descriptions!
Lying prone is a very thin, yet masculine-enough-looking silver-skinned dragonborn. His horns (slightly darker than his skin), are not quite a foot long and angle back over his bald, scaly head. He has a number of angled protrusions on his face and head. On the sides of his jaw are two fin-like appendages. (He looks slightly amphibious.) His snout is not overly long. He wears blue robes and a black cloak with silver runes in the lining. He wears a crystal around his neck. The staff at his side is ebony and unadorned, except for the top where an orb sits. It's hard to tell while he is prone, but he appears to be fairly tall.
Grin would wipe his blood and the blood of those he was trying to help off of his hand before reaching out and shaking the dwarfs hand. "Hello friend, you can call me Grin" The shifter will say with a smile.
Standing a little more than six feet tall, the dark haired shifter is fairly well kept. He has a very long black leather jacket that nearly touches the floor and seems to swoosh around with the slightest movement. he has a very ornate rapier sheathed on his hip and a pair of daggers tucked inside his leather jacket. Grin has very dark and thick black hair that seems almost glossy like that of a dog with splotches of orange and brown on occasion thrown in. His arms and the back of his hands also have an impressive amount of dark glossy body hair. The rogue is very thin what he appears to lack in pure muscle he seems to make up with dexterity as he is able to swiftly make his way around the room as though he were floating. He has a thick dark beard and his teeth seem slightly pointier than an average humans and his nose is much flatter as though someone smashed it and never popped back out. his fingernails also appear to resemble claws ever so slightly and Grin all together just seems to have a lot of canine qualities even though he is obviously not one. Grins eyes are also always moving and watching what is going on in his surroundings as though he is always looking for something and occasionally sniffs the air as though he is on someones trail.
(just gonna say but I love the use of 'swoosh')
2 recovery to wake
Sheesh you and me both
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(Grin is sitting at like 5 hp so he isn't looking too great either. It is hard to see the massive bruises under his body hair and leather jacket lol!)
Raising a single eyebrow at Grin is a tall half-elf with a sheathed dagger on his belt. His most notable facial characteristics are his extremely pointy ears, far pointier even than most elves'. Though clearly of high quality material, his brown boots, pants, and green shirt are all very faded in color. This same once-fashionableness currently seems to hold true for all of Tibold's superficial characteristics; his black hair is extremely well-combed except for one tousled spot on the side, his brown boots are muddy and scuffed, his sleeves are ripped in several spots, and from Tibold's face to his torso he is covered in splatters of blood.
Moving from Thromkor, Tibold checks Cole to see that he seems to be recovering, then makes his way over to Grin.
"I'm Tibold Reichen," he says, extending a thin hand and smiling artlessly at the shifter.
And that's all I have to say about that.
After introductions are done, Gotrek turns to Tibold, "I am going to go search the bodies for anything of interest, I won't be long. When i get back, I should be able to take the halfling and his gear, do you think between you and our new friend you will be able to handle Thromkor? As I see it, we need to get out of hear and rest, at least until our companions wake up if not longer. We have two places we can go.. we can go back to that Renwick guy or to our cave but I think the getting these two guys over the wall will be a little tricky. Thoughts? I will give you a moment to think."
Allowing Tibold to think for a moment Gotrek routinely searches the monks and black Earth guards for anything of note.
"Hmm," Tibold mutters, furrowing his brow. He looks over at Grin.
"How did you and your companion come in here, by the way?"
And that's all I have to say about that.
Grin would shake the half-elf's hand and return a pointy toothed smile. "You can call me Grin, one account of I am always smiling." The shifter will say wish a mischievous grin. looking Tibold up and down a moment.
As Gotrek mentions carrying Thromkor, a slight look of worry will spead across the rogue's face for a moment before he shakes it off. "I uhh... I may not be as strong as I look friend but I would be willing to try" He would say wiping his hands once more before moving towards the unconscious adventurer.
As Tibold asks him about where he came from, Grin would stop and turn to face the half-elf once more, taking a few steps towards him before replying "Well I came in through the front door... at least I assume it was the front, I suppose it could have been the back door." He would say with a smile. "My companion and I approached the door and heard the fighting going on inside, so we decided to lend a hand" As the shifter finishes his sentence he will reach inside his leather jacket and hold out a small rectangular piece of thick parchment. "My card friend" Grin will say with a wink placing the elaborate piece of paper in the helf elfs hand. A moment later Grin would lock eyes with the half elf, his piercing green eyes examining Tibolds reaction to what he had to say next. "I was hired to locate a mud sorcerer... whoever he is, he is a bad man and killed q lot of innocent people... you seen any around here latley?"
OOC: "Mud sorcerer"?
OOC: Hey, not everyone can be a snazzy "Draconic" Sorcerer! And when geomancy and hydromancy are too limited fields, the logical step is simply a combination of talents! ;)
Or, "Well, me pap was an earth genasi and me mum was a water genasi."
And that's all I have to say about that.
LOL
Tibold's eyebrow shoots up again as he accepts the "card." He mutters his uncertain thanks as Grin asks about this so-called "mud sorcerer."
"Well, I haven't encountered anyone specifically titling them-self as such," he replies, hand under chin in thought.
"But my companions and I did just recently do combat with a mage specializing in earth magic. Oh!" Tibold realizes.
"He ran out! That could prove unfortunate. We'd best be on our guard, or at least I should. For some reason, he didn't seem to like me very much." Tibold shrugs slightly, smiling.
And that's all I have to say about that.