[DnD] Crusader (GFF D&D Adventure 2)

The dwarf growled as the club swung at him again. Finally having enough, he lashed out one more time with his axe before sliding back into the house, slamming the door, and quickly downing a healing potion before throwing the glass beaker at the far wall.

"I really, really hate elves with pointy sticks."

Bolstering Strike
Shuffle back and close door (lock if possible).
Healing potion.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

The dwarf realised it was his job to keep the ogre pinned to this spot, unable to move forward. Luckily, he is both dwarf and follower of Kord. So, running the whetstone across his axe he tossed the sword towards Bob, calling out: "Give it to the Hulk" before he turned back towards the ogre. Placing his stick skull in the ground between them he shouted:

"YOU.

SHALL NOT

PASS!"

And then readied his shield.

Augmenting whetstone
Throw sword to Bob to give to Argy
Full Defense

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Suddenly spinning in place, the dwarf lashed out at the bloodied elf-archer with his axe before sliding away from the ogre and the breached doorway and downing the final healing potion in his possession.

Valiant Strike on bloody archer.
Shuffle back to k10.
Healing potion.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

The dwarf smirked as the ogre's club once again bounced off his shield. Truly Kord was with him upon this day. However, he was battered and bruised and thoroughly aware that he needed to draw the beast even deeper into the home. So he decided the best course of action was to make it even angrier than it already was.

Leaning back he swung his axe in an upwards arc, looking to catch the stooping creature and maybe take an ear with him. Immediately he slipped backwards towards the cleric's position, shouting at the beast as he went.

"You cannot hide. I see you. There is no life in the void. Only death."



Bolstering Strike on fat ogre garbage face
Shuffle to J11
Divine Challenge to I-Spy
Hold the Line

I was speaking idiomatically.

The dwarf winced as the club finally bit into him firmly enough to cause some real damage. In response he shifted down a step, calling out to his god, supplicating himself before his deity in order to find strength in his limbs before he lashed out angrily yet again.

Shuffle to k11
Lay on Hands (self)
Bolstering Strike to I-Spy

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

The dwarf snarled as he took another ringing shot off his shoulder. Kord be praised, it did roughly the same amount of damage the ogre ever did. It would take more than slowly adding dents to his armour to overcome the defenses, and the will, of a dwarven follower of Kord.

Still glowing with the mystic energy of his sacred circle, he reached to his belt and pulled out the small onyx statue of a mastiff. Muttering under his breath: "Arf, arf motherfucker" he dropped the animal next to his feet, smirking as the thing suddenly grew into a rather large, rather angry looking dog. The animal positioned itself opposite Argumentus before lunging angrily at the Ogre's midsection. The dwarf, meanwhile, straightened his posture, all but laughing as the battle became more pitched. He'd never been this close to death, and he relished it.

"The dog is going to take a bite out of you, son. But not nearly as large as my axe. You're already dead, and you don't even know it, lad."

Standard: Summon Onyx Dog to i11 in order to setup flank for Arg.
Free action: Spend healing surge to give HP to doggy.
Minor Action: Command dog to attack Ogre.
Minor Action: Divine Challenge on I-Spy

FELIPE NO

The dwarf wandered around, making a point of not stepping on the Ogre's corpse. He was a valiant enemy, he had brought Gabriel closer to death than any opponent thus far. He wasn't going to desecrate the creature by placing his boots upon his dead back. He did, however, keep the ear as a souvenir of the pitched battle. He attached it to the skull stick with a piece of leather and then meandered over to Goliath. Scratching the animal between the ears until the inevitable return to onyx. The dog statue was then dropped into his pack as the dwarf wandered back to join the group.

He clapped Argumentus on the back, smirking from ear to ear. "Aye, that was proper bracing, lad. Nice job with the head severing bit." He smirked and stowed his axe over his shoulder. "Wish I'd thought of it, really. Seems a mite bit obvious in retrospect."

He shrugged.

"Nonetheless, a battle Kord himself would be proud of."

Most amazing jew boots

Originally Posted by Elfstar

"Perhaps it might be prudent if we sleep in shifts tonight chaps, just in case those elves come back with more friends, assuming of course you fellows do want to sleep here and not just head back to town now"

"I agree. But I'm thinking the house we just took the sword from, the house everyone is coming to search, may not be the best place. I say we cover up the sword and get it back into town, or at least somewhere that isn't here, and then see about reuniting the Lord with his blade."

Jam it back in, in the dark.

The dwarf sighed as he saw the dagger. Reaching down he hauled the ogre's frame over onto its back and placed the greatclub in his dead hand.

"Poor blighter. Just spoiling for the wrong fight. Fought well, lad. Never any shame in dying on yer feet. Hope Kord rewards you in the next life."

And with that he wandered outside and stretched before glancing over at Argumentus.

"I think the point of us going camping is to rest up before we return that sword yer carryin', lad. I say we get the hell out of here before someone else decides to pincushion us."

Healing surge to full

There's nowhere I can't reach.

The dwarf slung his axe up onto his shoulder and muttered under his breath as he offered Argumentus a hand up before heading out in the general direction of the city proper, while keeping off the beaten path en route back towards the general direction of the Inn.

"I say we may as well bunk down in an empty place for the night. I'm not saying people know enough about us to know where we're staying, but someone knew enough about us to get us all arrested, so I'm not taking any thrice-damned chances."

Personally, he was half-convinced they should just spend the night in the house of Kord, but that's his solution for everything. Instead, he decided to keep his eyes peeled for a nice, abandoned looking space they could bunk down for the night.

"Whenever we get where we're going, I'll take first watch. But one of us stays awake at all times."

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

The dwarf sat bolt upright as the large fighter kicked him. He sort of blundered several words as he blinked bleary eyes and quickly searched for his axe and shield.

"How's my hair?"



He rubbed his eyes with the back of his fists as he pulled on his gauntlets and slowly sat up. While the conversation went on, he yawned, stretched, hoisted his axe up over his shoulder and kept his eyes focused on Broden. No Paladin would hold himself like this. Especially not a Paladin of that pious fucker, Bahamut. This man was an impostor. However, the impostor was toe to toe with Argumentus, so he wasn't the issue. The moment Bob tripped over the dwarf, however, he began slowly shuffling over towards the little blighter.

His axe was dropped to drag noisily across the ground as he approached, standing to Bob's left and glowering at the grey dwarf before he spat on the ground and began to speak.

"I imagine there's a horse waiting for you outside you'll want to get on before somebody murders you. Someone who gives a fuck about right and wrong" he said, indicating Argumentus with a nod of his head, "or I do."

"It's there, boy. Right outside this house. Freedom. So why don't you tell me how many of you there are here."

He leaned in and slit his eyes, all but glowing with the fearsome might of Kord.

"Then run for your fucking life."



After a long moment of silence, Gabriel lifted his axe to his shoulder and leaned in close.

"You would not want to be staring like that at me."


Religion check to be sure that Broden isn't Broden.
Move to stand in panel beneath Bob
Intimidate on dwarf, that limp-wristed cock sucker.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

The dwarf grit his teeth hard. He felt like hell from the fight before. He knew if he was still aching, his friends were, too. He glanced over in Bob's direction, perking a brow and shrugging as he kept his axe hefted, and one eye on the dwarf infront of him.

"Well, you certainly got the drop on us, donthcha face-changer? Well now. This certainly has an effect on the landscape."

I was speaking idiomatically.

The Paladin glared at the magic user as his powers burned across his skin. "When this is over with, you'll be lucky if I don't wear your skin like a cape. I only do that when it's personal."

And with that he turned and charged at the doppleganger, holding his holy symbol before him and cursing her very existence, as it is an abomination in the face of his God. Sliding to a stop and slicing out with his axe, snarling as he looked to end this fight as soon as possible. He was in no shape to withstand a long, drawn out fight. Still, he'd show no weakness.

"Kord doesn't wilt in the face of your mockery of existence, monster."

After this battle, if he should survive, he would make a point of returning the fallen warrior's armour to the temple of Bahamut.

move to p10 in order to set up combat advantage with mots.
Divine Strength.
Righteous Smite on Dopple.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

The dwarf snarled and smeared the blood from his axe across his shield, flicking spatters of it in the Duergar's direction. A nice little reminder. The scent of blood, the feel of it slipping down across his wrists beneath his gauntlets, immediately all thoughts of hesitation were gone. Kord would show him the way. And the way was through destruction of his enemies. Righteous vengeance was a thing to behold.

FELIPE NO

The dwarf grunted as he pushed himself up from under the mass of debris. The sound of Mots' voice had dragged him back from his dazed state, and bracing his axe against the ground he pushed himself up to his feet. He flung a bit of debris at the Duregar, snarling derisively.

"You've shot me with mystic energy and you've dropped a thricedamned house on me, and I'm still standing, kinsman. Let me explain it to you in a way your rat-eaten brain can comprehend. You're a sellsword. You only get paid if you survive another day..."

He took a deep breath and hurled another piece of house at the creature's feet.

"If you haven't noticed, we're winning this little fucking war, and Kord himself smiles upon me. So start pointing those little tindersparks at your friend with the crossbow and his hairy compatriot and you can walk away from this, or I swear to whatever god you worship I will cut your head from your body and use it as a piss pot. Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back. And I get the impression I'm better at doin' both, son."

He turned to glare at the bugbear as it caught flame, kicking a brick off his foot.

"As for you. I hope you're ready for me. And if you are, you'd best quit your fucking day job, 'cause being ready for me'll take care of your wakin' hours, and you'd better have someone to hand the task off to when you close your fuckin' eyes."

Stand from prone
Intimidate on Druegar so he starts shooting at the bad guys or just leaves.
Divine Challenge on Buggy Bear.


What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

The dwarf felt the heated blade sink into his flesh, stifling a cry as he gripped down hard on his axe. Breathing heavily, his armour feeling like it weighed thrice what it actually did, he shook off the damage and turned his eyes back to his foe.

His blood throbbed in his veins, screaming to be unleashed on this monster, to repay hurt for hurt. Moments before he unleashed the tensed muscles in his arms, he caught the motion of Argumentus sliding behind the Bugbear. So swallowing his rage, letting it build inside him, he waited, muttering under his breath:

"That's right, you ugly bastard. Just keep your eyes on me for a few more moments."

He was barely able to bite back his smirk. Kord would appreciate the death of this substantial foe. And the Paladin would paint the floor with his blood.

Delay action until after Argumentus moves in and attacks.
Radiant Smite on that ugly furry bastard

Jam it back in, in the dark.

The dwarf grunted and simply trotted over to the halfling, unloading his axe into the creature's general personage. Shortly afterwards he towered over the poisoned Mots (not something he often gets to do) and roared:

"COME SON OF JOR EL, KNEEL BEFORE KORD."

Move to O13
Bolstering Strike on Iggy
Divine Mettle on Mots.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

The dwarf hefted his axe up onto his shoulder and moved slowly around the fire towards the Duergar. The flames licked his features, smoke curling around his heavy armour as he glanced over his shoulder towards the bloody mess that was the halfling. He shook his head at the dismantling of the small creature, finally turning his glance back to the grey dwarf.

"The battle is over, spell-spit. I could sever your head from your shoulders, but Kord takes no joy in the useless destruction of a creature outside the fires of war. There's no glory in leaving you a broken corpse in a derelict building. One final chance to walk away from this before the inevitable."

His tone was even, less a threat as simply pointing out what was obviously going to come to pass.

Move to L10.
Intimidate on Duergar because he's a dead man walking.

Most amazing jew boots

The dwarf let himself relax for a moment, taking a deep breath and slinging his axe up across his shoulders.

"Well, that was a bonny bit of fuck you, wasn't it?"

With a shake of his head, he wandered off towards the doppleganger's body. He picked up the Paladin's armour with a certain reverence, muttering under his breath and sighing resignedly.

They'd have to check on Lord Broden. Make sure the man was dead, and if so, see that he was buried properly. Until then, time to check the dropped items of the dead. They'd have no further use for them.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

The dwarf stashed the plate armour onto his pack, tying it down. He refused to wear it until he knew Broden was dead. He'd wear the man's plate in reverence, but not as a thief.

He picked up the bloodstinger poison and then shook his head and set it back down. Poison was simply not his way. He did point it out to Argumentus, though. So long as he didn't drink the damn thing, it'd be a nice usage for him.

He did, however, take the bounty notice. And the 50 gp Brigid offered with a nod of his head.

"Sorry for your kinsman."

I was speaking idiomatically.

Originally Posted by a lurker

"Don't fret about it. He's a tough boy, just a little wet behind the ears. Thanks for not cutting off his arm."

The dwarf grunted and stood up, hoisting his monstrously heavy pack up onto his shoulders and shrugging.

"Well, if you taught him that fake arm trick, he owes you a lot more than your bloody finder's fee."

He sighed and glanced at the door, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"At least one of us should really check in on Broden."

How ya doing, buddy?

The dwarf fought back the urge to roll his eyes. "A woman's god for a woman's work."

He did, however, catch the holy icon and slide it into his belt. He glanced at Argumentus and cocked his head. "Oi, Notorious B.I.G. Feel like paying a visit to our benefactor to make sure he isn't bleeding to death? We can all meet up at the Inn when we're finished. I imagine we could all use about four days of sleep."

He unfolded the bounty notice and read it while he waited. If it was signed by Broden or something, he wasn't going to bother checking on him.

FELIPE NO

Originally Posted by Bradylama

"Uh?" Argumentus responds with a nod.

Argumentus folds up the three leather armors and stows them in his pack. He also pockets the antivenom and the GP. Picking up the bounty notice, Argumentus taps Gabriel on the shoulder so he can help him with the big words.

The dwarf took the bounty notice, which he had apparently not been reading earlier, and read it for Argumentus. He paused to glance over his shoulder and comment to Brigid:

"Fine, fine. But if he's not dead, we'll need your touch to heal him. It's best if you come along. We can give you ten minutes with your kin."

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

The dwarf leaned against the far wall and yawned, very tired, calling out to the boy that if he didn't start talking right quick, he was going to let Argumentus eat him.

Intimidation

Jam it back in, in the dark.

The dwarf sighed and shook his head at the news that Broden was indeed dead. It had been his idea to wait out the night and seek the man out on the morning, and he knew if he'd followed his duty, rather than his mortal frailties by giving into weariness, the man may well have lived. He may have been a follower of another god, but he was a holy warrior nonetheless, and Gabriel grieved for his loss. Reaching down to scoop up the broken remnants of Broden's holy symbol, the Paladin scowled in frustration as the shattered pieces slipped between his grasp.

Glancing up he noticed the book on Argumentus' pack, and motioning the big man over towards him asked for its usage. It seems the human building had all but forgotten its use, and was quite happy to hand over the item to the dwarf.

The book in hand, the dwarf opened it and scanned through the pages, noting some interesting bits of information concerning edible things. Finding roughly the center, he held it open and lifted the fragments of the broken dragon necklace onto the paper. Once it had been gathered completely, Gabriel stood, and paying little heed to the ongoing questioning of the halfling, moved to just outside the building's rear entrance.

Finding a small patch of undisturbed ground, he knelt and dug away an acceptable patch of earth with his hands. Inside he laid the broken shards of Bahamut's icon, pouring them out from the book. That done, he unslung his pack and pulled Broden's armour from it, as well as his waterskin, and set to the work of washing out the fallen warrior's blood from the inside of the protective shell. He let the holy symbol of Kord dangle over the liquid as he did so, he was no cleric but he hoped the Lord of Storms would recognise the gesture for what it was and sanctify the ground anyway.

Broden's blood and the symbol of his faith laid within the dirt, the dwarf glanced back into the house and sighed. He reached into his pack and withdrew the warhammer, placing it atop the other artifacts before pushing the displaced dirt atop them.

"I wouldn't have a warrior buried without a weapon, but I'm afraid your blade isn't mine to give." He patted the dirt and stood, brushing off his knees and hands. "I hope you'll understand, Lord Broden."

With that he traced the fist of Kord into the dirt and pressed his holy symbol into it. He said a short prayer to the War God, asking for him to take mercy on a lowly follower and do him the service of helping the dead man find his way to Bahamut's busom.

As he began to reorganize his pack, he halted and began peeling of his armour. Piece by piece, he adorned himself in Broden's former vestments. The transformation complete, he considered leaving the plate there, but decided it would be a fine way to repay the hulking behemoth for usage of his book. He glanced down at the small patch of fresh earth and commented:

"I can only hope Kord would favour me as he has you, and that when my time comes I will fall in battle. This is a good death. There's no shame in this; in a man's death. A man who has done fine works..."

He finished loading his pack and stepped back inside, to see what conclusions, if any, the Horde had come to.

Acquire Index of Edible things from Argumentus (okayed with Brady first)
Give up Warhammer.
Don Broden's platemail.
Keep old platemail in order to give it to Argumentus at a later point.

There's nowhere I can't reach.