| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 5/08/2026 4:24 pm |
Turok tries to lower himself to the ground and feel his way along using what senses work to guide him to a less hazardous area to gather himself together....slowly.
IronRanger wrote:
"His tongue tastes pinesap smeared across his lips."
Oddly enough I know what that's like.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 5/06/2026 7:29 pm |
Turok pauses for a minute trying to get his bearings and maybe his eyes will adjust to the dark.
He tentatively feels around in the darkness using all of his senses to check for danger.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/30/2026 12:45 pm |
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/27/2026 8:32 pm |
The biting cold puts a burden on his senses, Turok throws up the warclub to block any strikes and rushes forward.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/26/2026 5:55 pm |
Turok tries to use his peripheral vision to ascertain the threat.
Then with warclub in the guard position spins around to face this intrusion.
"Auzi", he hisses ...
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/22/2026 9:11 am |
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/14/2026 8:59 am |
Turok hunkers down with Auzi trying to fend off the biting cold, they wait to see if the beastmen will drink themselves into a stupor so they can safely pass.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/04/2026 8:49 pm |
"Sufficient I believe. If they prove to be a greater threat, then should we put them out of their misery?"
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/04/2026 7:42 pm |
Turok whispers, "Do you think their drink might make them a tad sleepy? ... Perhaps that will aid our way around them?"
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 4/01/2026 4:31 pm |
"In a burned out church not far from here, on one of the lower floors"
... [ I think ]
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/29/2026 4:04 pm |
[ really don't remember ]
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/29/2026 11:28 am |
"I have nothing but healing magics, however there is this..."
Turok pulls out the metal rod and hands it to Auzi.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/26/2026 9:22 pm |
Turok nods in agreement and hunkers down, with a whisper, "Just how close is close?"
Turok does his best to keep the handle of the warclub from freezing.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/26/2026 7:45 pm |
Iron Ranger wrote:
"A band of her beasts. They block our path."
"What should we do? You seem to have more experience dealing with them.
I don't shy away from a fight ... but a good fight would be better on our terms ... Have you more magic?
My spirits have only granted me healing spells."
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/19/2026 10:53 am |
Turok quickly lowers the torch and extinguishes it in the snow, using his peripheral vision to try and catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/19/2026 10:03 am |
[ Just a fair warning ... I've been watching the Outdoor Boys on YouTube ... they can live in -40 degree weather in Alaska with a paper clip and a trash bag
AND cook a gourmet meal! ]
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/18/2026 5:09 pm |
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/17/2026 9:40 pm |
"What a revolting development this is.." mutters Turok to himself.
Turok mulls over the fact that this may well be another trap.
He carefully makes his way to the sound of water, depending what he finds,
He will determine if he needs to hunker down and ride the storm out or keep moving.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/14/2026 7:10 pm |
Raising his torch higher, Turok pushes forward into the storm attempting to keep up with Auzi.
He glances at the pair frozen on the ground, laments their loss but thinks it may be for the better.
He too plunges into the dark behind Auzi.
| Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 3/13/2026 7:00 am |
Turok shrugs his shoulders and falls in behind Auzi .... warclub in hand and metal rod in his backpack within easy reach.