nikolai, savior of the world. again.
so, last night was eberron. currently, the Song and Steel Mercenary Company is trying to figure out how to defeat the ancient lich-dragon Gnarlfang or -tooth. i forget which.
anyhow, last night, we hit on the idea of using a Wish to transport his phylactery to our location. instead, we were teleported to its location, as the dragon decided to embed his phylactery in a terrasque. yes, that thing. so we get there, realize that it's a fucking TERRASQUE, and realize we're in way over our head. that is, until the thing crawls back down its hole and falls asleep. all we have to do is get the box in its chest (which, it turns out, is NOT the phylactery) and get out. so nikolai volunteers, as he's the sneakiest of the group.
after successfully prying a gleaming box from the chest of a sleeping terrasque, ari made the comment "now he's going to be impossible to live with." and it's true. the teenaged alcoholic crossbow-machine-gunner has not only saved the world, but he's done it by stealing something from inside the chest of a sleeping terrasque. that right there is fucking bragging rights, my friends.
so, nik's gonna become more of an egotist than he already has been. but i think that's part of his charm. his love of booze, his ego, and his rapid-fire crossbow skills (8 bolts in 6 seconds, if i've been doing things correctly).
anyhow, last night, we hit on the idea of using a Wish to transport his phylactery to our location. instead, we were teleported to its location, as the dragon decided to embed his phylactery in a terrasque. yes, that thing. so we get there, realize that it's a fucking TERRASQUE, and realize we're in way over our head. that is, until the thing crawls back down its hole and falls asleep. all we have to do is get the box in its chest (which, it turns out, is NOT the phylactery) and get out. so nikolai volunteers, as he's the sneakiest of the group.
after successfully prying a gleaming box from the chest of a sleeping terrasque, ari made the comment "now he's going to be impossible to live with." and it's true. the teenaged alcoholic crossbow-machine-gunner has not only saved the world, but he's done it by stealing something from inside the chest of a sleeping terrasque. that right there is fucking bragging rights, my friends.
so, nik's gonna become more of an egotist than he already has been. but i think that's part of his charm. his love of booze, his ego, and his rapid-fire crossbow skills (8 bolts in 6 seconds, if i've been doing things correctly).