“You two. Water. Can you get it flowing again?” she asked a bit more bossy than intended , her voice edged with the fire of someone ready to spit in the face of every corrupt bastard hoarding what others bled for. She was upset.
Having just been flooded with memories of his clone come rushing past him, he blinks twice before standing to recompose himself. "Oh- oh! Yeah, sure." He fumbles with his hands a bit. He takes a step back, finally having realized Sera's sudden change in strength and muscle. 'Whoa!'
Ne'haredowell look over the corridor wistfully before turning his head back towards the treasure. "There’s a bit more zombies coming this way. Two to the west. One to the south.” Scratching at his neck, he continues warily. "My clone got destroyed before it could see anything. I don’t think anyone could survive a collapse like that. Though… those cultists might have had an escape route one way or the other.”
This is pretty, maybe we can use it to announce our triumphant return, or as a battle cry!”
Nare mimics the noise of a trumpet and gestures with his hands the outline. "Dun dun ta-dun!" Chuckling at Merkas's enthusiasm, he stiffens a bit. "Oh uh. I’ve never actually gotten to know your name. What do you call yourselves? Mine was the Golden Company. Heh, um. You are a team right? Are you new?”
His attention returns to the piles of items strewn across the floor. 'Kinda haphazard for a sacrificial room,' he thinks to himself, picking through the mess. 'For a God of chaos more like'. Returning with some spiked armor and a wand, he starts to scratch his fur across the spikes of the armor. It comes to a full on frontal assault on some non-existent fleas when he excuses himself to a more private corner to scratch at his back with his foot (with his cloak up for modesty, of course).
He stays silent on the issue of whether to leave or not. Not only because he may have been bit too preoccupied with scratching to offer an input on the situation but because he felt like it wasn’t his place to say.
Having just been flooded with memories of his clone come rushing past him, he blinks twice before standing to recompose himself. "Oh- oh! Yeah, sure." He fumbles with his hands a bit. He takes a step back, finally having realized Sera's sudden change in strength and muscle. 'Whoa!'
Ne'haredowell look over the corridor wistfully before turning his head back towards the treasure. "There’s a bit more zombies coming this way. Two to the west. One to the south.” Scratching at his neck, he continues warily. "My clone got destroyed before it could see anything. I don’t think anyone could survive a collapse like that. Though… those cultists might have had an escape route one way or the other.”
Nare mimics the noise of a trumpet and gestures with his hands the outline. "Dun dun ta-dun!" Chuckling at Merkas's enthusiasm, he stiffens a bit. "Oh uh. I’ve never actually gotten to know your name. What do you call yourselves? Mine was the Golden Company. Heh, um. You are a team right? Are you new?”
His attention returns to the piles of items strewn across the floor. 'Kinda haphazard for a sacrificial room,' he thinks to himself, picking through the mess. 'For a God of chaos more like'. Returning with some spiked armor and a wand, he starts to scratch his fur across the spikes of the armor. It comes to a full on frontal assault on some non-existent fleas when he excuses himself to a more private corner to scratch at his back with his foot (with his cloak up for modesty, of course).
He stays silent on the issue of whether to leave or not. Not only because he may have been bit too preoccupied with scratching to offer an input on the situation but because he felt like it wasn’t his place to say.
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((On my phone so Nare takes the
1) Spiked Armor
2) Rod of Absorption
3) Wand of the War Mage ))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Ibahalii Vriwhulth