Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

[Maybe the lizard wants to be the barbarian's friend?]

When it is his turn, Gundrabu touches the bone and wiggles it a bit, to see if it will come free from the earth -- or perhaps if it is attached to a greater skeleton.

The bone shifts in the mud, about two inches protrude. Its edge is smooth by a single cleave.

Gundrabu seizes as much of the protruding part of the bone as he can. He stiffens his legs and shoulders. He gives the bone a yank, using most of his feeble strength.

Gundrabu grasps the bone tip and, with a squelching suck, pries the bone free from the mud. 
It is instantly recognizable as a forearm, cleaved at the elbow. Maggot eaten flesh droops free to the hand. 
A tarnished silver ring set with a dull red garnet encircles the thumb.

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu has dropped his long and sharpened pike already. He also has sheathed his dagger.

“Khalk-xu conserve me.”

Gundrabu works the ring off the decomposing thumb. If he succeeds, he puts the ring on one of his own fingers.

The ring easily falls away from the rotted flesh and bone but it makes for a very tight fit on the cleric's fingers.
With some working it finally slips into place.
[Gundrabu roll d10.]

Iron Ranger wrote:

SullyB74 wrote:

OOC: Would I be able to reach my gear? Usually I wouldn't risk it, but a large wyrm that could attack any time? That armor and shield may come in handy. 

[Tillak isn't clear about how far Kondor carried him away from the canoes, and now that he is around the back side of the south ridge he can no longer see them, but his memory of the stream and its shores makes him think it could only around take a few minutes to make the return journey.]
 

 [Does Tillak choose to go back for his gear?]

She sat on her haunches within the small clearing, a young woman swaddled in hides and furs.  She's holding onto a short spear tipped with worn yet good steel free of rust, the weapon upright, butt against the ground.  The camp fire before her is unlit, the coals now cold as she couldn't risk a fire with so many tracks of the men-who-were-like-beasts nearby.  

She's listening to the sounds of battle beyond the ridge. She knows the sounds.  She knows there's a Ormr down there as well.  She's heard it, smelled the ozone of its terrible breath.  She knows she's only one warrior.  Best to stay out of it, she thinks.

Suddenly there's a sound carried with the breeze.  Her head swivels.  Once filled with baby fat, the pretty face of youth was now one of savage beauty as pale blue eyes limmed by dark soot from the camp fire searched for the source of the noise. There, in the brush, was the figure, its back towards her at the edge of the ridge.  She rose from her haunches, spear in one hand while pulling the shield from her back with the other.  She's a tall woman, her body lean and muscular under her furs and hides, with curves where it mattered.  A mane of ash white hair framed one side of her face, both loose and braided tresses falling well past her shoulder, the other side of her scalp shorn to the skin and painted with Norse symbols with woad.

She moved quietly toward the figure in a crouch, her movements fluid and graceful.  The bands, fetishes and feathers were bound, tied and affixed to her hair and braids so as to not make a noise.  

She will attempt to sneak up behind the figure in armor.  If successful, she will press the tip of her spear against the base of the skull and whisper in a feminine voice laced with a hard edge. "Careful. Make no sound or any sudden move or this spear goes through your head and out your mouth.  With the fingers of one hand, take each weapon you have and slowly toss them away."

I make make no attempt to reveal her name, yet…

(OOC: I don't know if you want me to roll my own Move Silently attempt - I rolled a 3 on a d12 -or if you the DM roll this yourself.)

(OOC: Btw, hi y'all)

Inspiration Pic


 

Last edited by Crawdad (10/17/2021 12:12 am)

[@crawdad: Welcome!]

[@crawdad:Welcome @not the new one now]

Noticing the great lizard's gaze focus elsewhere, Votin increasing the banging on the shield to draw it's attention back to him.

He also starts hollering a string of insults, not that the lizard would understand but it encourages Votin to continue his show of bravado.

[ooc: Medic!]

Eirvit wrote:

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

[ooc: Medic!]

Sorry, Gundrabu has no spells! I’m beginning to believe he’ll never have spells again. 😂

No rest for worshippers of the Kraken!

[LOL. The esquimeaux needs sleep for prayer rejuvenation!
feels like it's been years since he took a nap!]

Last edited by Iron Ranger (10/21/2021 12:38 pm)

OOC: Hate to throw this in there but I will be out of pocket for the next 3to 4 days.