Recent content by maddmic

It is with regret that I'm going to have to bow out of this game. Things are tightening up a bit in school and I am finding that my free time has dwindled significantly. I feel that I haven't kept up to where everybody else has on the posting rate and it's not fair to the others. I'm sorry...

Grok looks at the others. Apparently he wasn't the only one to have heard the laughter. He couldn't figure out what it was or where it came from. He just knew that something different had happened. The others seem to be assembling at the base of the drop-off and look to be ready to head...

Grok gets down to the others and looks around as magical fire is whipped around. He studies their present position and begins to wonder what lies ahead. OOC: Spot roll 1d20+3=15

Seeing the rope being secured, Grok makes a move to it and tries to climb down as fast as possible. Once at the bottom of the rope, he'll pull his weapon. OOC: If there are too many in front of him, he'll pull the longspear. If he can get to the front lines, he'll pull his mace instead.

Grok had been one of the first to arrive at where Scrag fell, but he had been overcome by the insane itching on the back of his neck. In fact, he was so overcome with it that he had lost all perception of what was going on below him. The sounds of battle called him back to consciousness and...

Grok places his hand on Rosalia and motions for her to stop. He then moves forward and pays particular attention to the ground as he continues in the darkness. Gripping his heavy mace and his newly acquired shield, the half-orc looks for his dimwitted companion, hoping to not be taken by surprise.

Grok follows after Rosalia. What what she thinking. As he catches up to her, he simply states, "Scrag the dumb one, but you not smart burning Scrag."

Grok looks at the two who had the stirges attached. He examines them as best he can as they let him. He then shakes his head. "Grok not be able to fix wounds now. You hurts are tired hurts. Make you weak. Only thing that fix is rest." The half orc looks at the group and scratches his...

congrats! sorry for my lack of posting as of late. been really swamped. i'll get a post up tonight.

Darik moves to the prone skeleton and swings his sword again. OOC: 1d20+4=15, 1d8+2=9

OOC: on 11 initiative IC: Seeing the winged beast attack the slight of stature Jacobee Grok looses his sling and lets the stone fly towards his target. OOC: Attacking the Stirge on Jacobee. 1d20+1=20, 1d4+3=6

Grok is relatively surprised at the recent turn of events. He had expected for something to be hiding, but certainly not something on the ceiling, nor anything with wings. He pulls out his sling and places a stone in it and begins to twirl it around before loosing it towards the creatures...

Grok scratches his neck and looks around at the others. He readies his mace for anything that might happen with the spots on the ceiling that he hasn't seen or from the pool.

Darik moves to the closest skeleton and swings his sword while yelling to Kael, "We stay and fight these abominations!" OOC: Don't want to hold anything up, so I'll post now. 1d20+4=14, 1d8+2=4

Darik watches as the door is opened and looks into the empty room. Somewhat dissatisfied with the results, Darik sighs and is about to turn away when Lenya pokes one of the skeletons and it begins to move! Darik the turns back to face the undead and readies his sword. He advances on the...