Corrin sighs, looking downward briefly before regaining his cheerful disposition. He places a hand on Orileo to slow his progress. "Let us retreat upstairs and find a place to rest, my friend. There we may be able to address our wounds and plan better for what still lies ahead." With a quick pat on the giant's thigh, the halfling turns to help the injured and weakened up and on their way. "We've fought bravely. We deserve a rest."
Winter had silently put away her crossbow for the time being, buckling it securely on her belt, before moving to try and muster up the will to apologize to Anborn for the mishap, but the words caught up at the back of her throat. Apologies show weakness, child.
The rogue shakes her head at an attempt to rid herself of that haunting voice, her legs moving quick to catch up with Anborn to say what she needs to say to him. Just say it.
”I...” She chokes out. “I am... Sorry, Anborn. I didn’t mean to hurt you... Or kill you for that matter.” She clears her throat. “I understand if you are upset with me.” Winter doesn’t expect much to be said from the other so she slowly starts to hang in the back on the way to their destination.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
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Orilo doesn't slow, but Corrin's words don't wholly fall on death ears should he insist on saying them anyways. For he did glance back, if only briefly. As for Orilo's course, it is clear enough after a minute or so his intent had been to go upstairs. However, any attempt at touching him a second time is met by pointed look, and shifting of step to immediately put distance between himself and the halfling.
By the time he decides to stop, it is the hall leading into the secret passage. There he sits down in a corner with a decent view of entryway, intent to sit on at least partial guard while taking a short rest to care for his equipment.
Anborn listens to the apology from Winter. "Thanks for the apology. It's not the first time I've ever been shot. It isn't even the first time I've been shot by someone that's on my side. Battle gets crazy, shit happens. And don't worry about it, it's going to take more than one little crossbolt to kill me." Then he finds his own section to rest in and goes to sleep.
Corrin finds a corner to rest in after he has made sure Elya, Winter, Anborn and the others are safely resting. "Lucky Lady, you've got me into some mess this time," he mutters. "Why can't your little walkabouts ever find me trapped in a tavern with an errant keg of ale to conquer." He replaces his amulet beneath his coat. Walking over to the giant, he says, "I know you are stalwart and strong, my giant friend, but when I can take a watch as well. I'll rest for now, then return to give you a brief respite." He turns to walk away, stopping briefly to turn about. "Accepting help is not a sign of weakness. You've fought valiantly. Let us all see this through together."
With that, Corrin returns to his corner for a rest (short or long depending on the outcome). If long, he'll wake after a bit to relieve Orileo.
While the first part from Corrin merely got a dispassionate shrug, the second seemed to warrant attention from the giant. "... What?"He asked, sounding genuinely confused by the last statement. But the halfling moved on. Orilo spent the remainder of the short rest trying and failing to split his attention between guard duty and trying to suss out the reason behind the statement. Because thus far, he could not for the life of him recall not actively being against aid. Rude, perhaps, and a bit more 'blunt' then the lowlanders preferred. But not against it.
By the end of the hour of resting, as soon as Orilo felt his strength return, he goes to check out the other attic rooms for things to block off the doorway. At least until he can check on the others. And if nothing untoward happens in the interim, seeing them in varies degrees of sleeping or the like prompts him roll his eyes and continue his vigil watching the basement door.
Because there were absolutely no he'd willingly go to sleep now that they've disturbed the basement as they had...
Winter said nothing more to Anborn, even though she found herself curious at what he meant when he said that it wasn't the first time someone on the same side as him had hurt him. She would perhaps ask at a later time when they left this place for good. For now, she settled herself in some corner to go about and wipe down her crossbow with a cloth (and makes sure there was no bolt in it either as she didn't want to feed into the stereotype more than she already had), then eventually ended up falling sleep sitting upwards.
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Anborn wakes up the next morning, feeling stronger and ready to plunge into whatever fresh horrors awaited below. "Morning everyone! At least I think it's morning. Can't tell in this bloody fog. Anyway, someone get the big guy to point us towards whatever undead bastards are downstairs."
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This room contains a large wood-framed bed with a rotted feather mattress, a wardrobe containing several old robes, a pair of iron candlesticks, and an open crate containing thirty torches and a leather sack with fifteen candles inside it. At the foot of the bed is a wooden footlocker. There are undead nearby.
Waking up later, Elya walks over to Anborn. "I'm... sorry. For breaking the sphere when you told me to be cautious. It lead to you getting hurt and, well, I'm trying to be a little better with this sort of thing..."
Clearing her throat, and with a nervous laugh, "Anyways, let's get to it, right? Let's finish clearing out this house so we can all sleep far, far away from the dead."
Aside from a grunted greeting, Orilo had been content to put away a half-eaten breakfast, wordlessly shifting the blockage out of the way, and then leading the way back down to bedroom. "Near here.. an undead." He says in-between a yawn. "Probably chest or.. *yawn*… Back in statue room."The warning given, he stalks over to the footlocker to see if its locked. If so, he makes ready to smash it open should no one step up. And if not locked, he positions a foot to kick the top open while having his flail ready to smash whatever specter, spook, or spirit of woe that might pop out.
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The footlocker is not locked, Orilo, and the moment you touch the footlocker, two ghasts who look like an undead couple, explode out of the walls and attack!
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Recognizing the ghasts from the portrait, Elya bristles with rage. "I was hoping to have a conversation with the parents. Let's start with my maul and end with your faces!"
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Song, realizing who these are, rubs some sleepies out of his eyes, trying to psyche himself out for the battle. He has a feeling... this won't be easy. "You'll pay for what you've done! How could you? Your own children!"
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Anborn doesn't have any clever jibes this time around. "Was it worth it? Were the lives of your children worth having your dark master turn you into mindless abominations? Go to hell!"
Initiative: 10
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Corrin sighs, looking downward briefly before regaining his cheerful disposition. He places a hand on Orileo to slow his progress. "Let us retreat upstairs and find a place to rest, my friend. There we may be able to address our wounds and plan better for what still lies ahead." With a quick pat on the giant's thigh, the halfling turns to help the injured and weakened up and on their way. "We've fought bravely. We deserve a rest."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Winter had silently put away her crossbow for the time being, buckling it securely on her belt, before moving to try and muster up the will to apologize to Anborn for the mishap, but the words caught up at the back of her throat. Apologies show weakness, child.
The rogue shakes her head at an attempt to rid herself of that haunting voice, her legs moving quick to catch up with Anborn to say what she needs to say to him. Just say it.
”I...” She chokes out. “I am... Sorry, Anborn. I didn’t mean to hurt you... Or kill you for that matter.” She clears her throat. “I understand if you are upset with me.” Winter doesn’t expect much to be said from the other so she slowly starts to hang in the back on the way to their destination.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Orilo doesn't slow, but Corrin's words don't wholly fall on death ears should he insist on saying them anyways. For he did glance back, if only briefly. As for Orilo's course, it is clear enough after a minute or so his intent had been to go upstairs. However, any attempt at touching him a second time is met by pointed look, and shifting of step to immediately put distance between himself and the halfling.
By the time he decides to stop, it is the hall leading into the secret passage. There he sits down in a corner with a decent view of entryway, intent to sit on at least partial guard while taking a short rest to care for his equipment.
Short Rest Die(If uninterrupted): 7.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Anborn listens to the apology from Winter. "Thanks for the apology. It's not the first time I've ever been shot. It isn't even the first time I've been shot by someone that's on my side. Battle gets crazy, shit happens. And don't worry about it, it's going to take more than one little crossbolt to kill me." Then he finds his own section to rest in and goes to sleep.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Corrin finds a corner to rest in after he has made sure Elya, Winter, Anborn and the others are safely resting. "Lucky Lady, you've got me into some mess this time," he mutters. "Why can't your little walkabouts ever find me trapped in a tavern with an errant keg of ale to conquer." He replaces his amulet beneath his coat. Walking over to the giant, he says, "I know you are stalwart and strong, my giant friend, but when I can take a watch as well. I'll rest for now, then return to give you a brief respite." He turns to walk away, stopping briefly to turn about. "Accepting help is not a sign of weakness. You've fought valiantly. Let us all see this through together."
With that, Corrin returns to his corner for a rest (short or long depending on the outcome). If long, he'll wake after a bit to relieve Orileo.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Elya finds somewhere convenient to pass out in, planning to wake up after 6 or so hours to take the last watch.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Winter said nothing more to Anborn, even though she found herself curious at what he meant when he said that it wasn't the first time someone on the same side as him had hurt him. She would perhaps ask at a later time when they left this place for good. For now, she settled herself in some corner to go about and wipe down her crossbow with a cloth (and makes sure there was no bolt in it either as she didn't want to feed into the stereotype more than she already had), then eventually ended up falling sleep sitting upwards.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Anborn wakes up the next morning, feeling stronger and ready to plunge into whatever fresh horrors awaited below. "Morning everyone! At least I think it's morning. Can't tell in this bloody fog. Anyway, someone get the big guy to point us towards whatever undead bastards are downstairs."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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CULT BEDROOM
This room contains a large wood-framed bed with a rotted feather mattress, a wardrobe containing several old robes, a pair of iron candlesticks, and an open crate containing thirty torches and a leather sack with fifteen candles inside it. At the foot of the bed is a wooden footlocker. There are undead nearby.
Waking up later, Elya walks over to Anborn. "I'm... sorry. For breaking the sphere when you told me to be cautious. It lead to you getting hurt and, well, I'm trying to be a little better with this sort of thing..."
Clearing her throat, and with a nervous laugh, "Anyways, let's get to it, right? Let's finish clearing out this house so we can all sleep far, far away from the dead."
"I forgive you. Just be more careful since we're in an evil place with a bunch of dark magical powers that we don't know about."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Aside from a grunted greeting, Orilo had been content to put away a half-eaten breakfast, wordlessly shifting the blockage out of the way, and then leading the way back down to bedroom. "Near here.. an undead." He says in-between a yawn. "Probably chest or.. *yawn*… Back in statue room." The warning given, he stalks over to the footlocker to see if its locked. If so, he makes ready to smash it open should no one step up. And if not locked, he positions a foot to kick the top open while having his flail ready to smash whatever specter, spook, or spirit of woe that might pop out.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The footlocker is not locked, Orilo, and the moment you touch the footlocker, two ghasts who look like an undead couple, explode out of the walls and attack!
MINIBOSS: GUSTAV AND ELISABETH DURST
Gustav: 23
Elisabeth: 20
Recognizing the ghasts from the portrait, Elya bristles with rage. "I was hoping to have a conversation with the parents. Let's start with my maul and end with your faces!"
Initiative: 16
Song, realizing who these are, rubs some sleepies out of his eyes, trying to psyche himself out for the battle. He has a feeling... this won't be easy. "You'll pay for what you've done! How could you? Your own children!"
Initiative: 13
Just a nerdy dude.
Gustav11, Elisabeth11, Elya11
Initiative: 5.
"Fuuuu-...." Is about all Orilo gets out before the action kicks off.
(@Crispy: Don't know I still get the ready attack, but if so I'll add to next post.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Initiative: 20
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Anborn doesn't have any clever jibes this time around. "Was it worth it? Were the lives of your children worth having your dark master turn you into mindless abominations? Go to hell!"
Initiative: 10
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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