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Gravity Hates You
With a roar the party ran through the broken door and found themselves once again facing a number of foes greater than theirs. But this time the brigands were the startled ones with no time to prepare and ambush. And thus the party, a lot better organised, with the the dwarf and mildly concussioned warrior meat shields in front, unlike the previously used wizard meat loaf front line. Well... that was the plan at least. Once the battle started, the party started to advance towards their enemies, with Bashme running in head on, although, it was unclear whether this was an act of intent to distract the enemy or instructions from the voices in his head originating from the last concussion was unclear. The dwarf however didn't seem so eager to move forward.
"What's the hold up, you garden ornament?" Bashme growled as he tried to parry three brigands at once, failing miserably.
"I... I'm..." Canhasgold huffed taking another slow step forward, dragging his loot behind him like a huge, compressed matter made solely out of inconvenience. "just enjoying.... seeing you... get beat..."
"You might want to, you know, loose a few ounces there, dwarf," The druid sighed during her casting and thus failed to blind her opponent again.
The dwarf sacrificed his efforts to move forward to give the druid a burning look and reply: "Look... who's taking... fat hag..."
Slushie sighed as she rammed her Bec de Corbin through one of the brigands: "She means drop some loot." She really started to feel like the translator for everybody else. But it didn't seem to work. The dwarf seemed to have sacrificed even more time now to switch from an angry expression to a helplessly puzzled one. He understood the word "loot" and he understood the word "drop", but the combination of the two seemed somehow surreal. His mind worked very vigorously on how to put those words together to make sense. Pehaps she meant bashing them in the head with it...
"Quit trying to just intimidate the enemy with that horrid face, let go of the loot already!" Chrt growled and shot another arrow out somewhere into the rather empty side of darkness.
"Wha'.. le' go???" Canhasgold finally caught on. "You crazy, woman??????"
Never before were question marks spoken in such an accusing manner in the history of... this fight. Chrt was certain, that if the dwarf could walk any faster, he'd run up and attack her himself. "Nevah!... Tha's.... sacrilege... right there... to all... the stuff.... we rightfully... stole." And that was that. The dwarf would not hear another word of it, no matter who or what would plead to him. The witch even promised to have a mugsword crafted for him instead, but the dwarf just wouldn't let go of his valuables and step by step kept pushing towards the enemy. As the lean mean huffing machine finally arrived at it's first brigand however, he was way too tired to even lift his axe, getting it up halfway before giving up the task and deciding to sit this one out.
But as he just sat there, and rested suddenly he found himself approached by two of the Brigands. He sighed preparing to give the others a speech about how they were reckless enough to let them get to him, as the most important member, as it was he he lugged all the treasure with him, that they never listen, that they are incompetent beyond belief, that he does alll the work around here and that Bashme still owed him alcohol for the last encounter, when he suddenly realised.... there was no one conscious oleft to rant to.
"Well...damnit." Canhasgold lifted his axe again and again it was in vain. There was no way he could fight the two alone like this. With a shaky hand... he.... he... oh my god, this was too much for him. Canhasgold took a few breathers and tried to motivate himself... Finally letting go. And thus filling him with rage so pure and unrivaled that he beat the remaining two guard so hard, he didn't even realise how fast he was done and how hard he kept bringing down justice to these two...evil treasure back-stealing fiends until they were very, very dead. Or at least ran away. The battle was over, his was the vicotry along with new treasure to prevent him from walking stright and a dreary sense of deja-vu.
"Ye god, Ah haf ta drag these twits out of here again all by me own...."
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Weight limit!
Funn times. My chars range from 3 to 7 action point most of the time, with 3 needed for a basic attack and 5 for magic .But the more they carry, the more weight they have to deal with, the slower they become the less action point they get and the less action points they get, the more screwed the party. They deteriorate by value of 2 after each limit, always creating an odd number. The system is smart, keeping the weight restrictions and the necessity to carry items together, distributing the loot accordingly.
But.
The weight limit is a KILLER for my party, as they are complete wusses, with little to no strength apparently. So juggling inventory is an everyday struggle, always and forever. XP
With a roar the party ran through the broken door and found themselves once again facing a number of foes greater than theirs. But this time the brigands were the startled ones with no time to prepare and ambush. And thus the party, a lot better organised, with the the dwarf and mildly concussioned warrior meat shields in front, unlike the previously used wizard meat loaf front line. Well... that was the plan at least. Once the battle started, the party started to advance towards their enemies, with Bashme running in head on, although, it was unclear whether this was an act of intent to distract the enemy or instructions from the voices in his head originating from the last concussion was unclear. The dwarf however didn't seem so eager to move forward.
"What's the hold up, you garden ornament?" Bashme growled as he tried to parry three brigands at once, failing miserably.
"I... I'm..." Canhasgold huffed taking another slow step forward, dragging his loot behind him like a huge, compressed matter made solely out of inconvenience. "just enjoying.... seeing you... get beat..."
"You might want to, you know, loose a few ounces there, dwarf," The druid sighed during her casting and thus failed to blind her opponent again.
The dwarf sacrificed his efforts to move forward to give the druid a burning look and reply: "Look... who's taking... fat hag..."
Slushie sighed as she rammed her Bec de Corbin through one of the brigands: "She means drop some loot." She really started to feel like the translator for everybody else. But it didn't seem to work. The dwarf seemed to have sacrificed even more time now to switch from an angry expression to a helplessly puzzled one. He understood the word "loot" and he understood the word "drop", but the combination of the two seemed somehow surreal. His mind worked very vigorously on how to put those words together to make sense. Pehaps she meant bashing them in the head with it...
"Quit trying to just intimidate the enemy with that horrid face, let go of the loot already!" Chrt growled and shot another arrow out somewhere into the rather empty side of darkness.
"Wha'.. le' go???" Canhasgold finally caught on. "You crazy, woman??????"
Never before were question marks spoken in such an accusing manner in the history of... this fight. Chrt was certain, that if the dwarf could walk any faster, he'd run up and attack her himself. "Nevah!... Tha's.... sacrilege... right there... to all... the stuff.... we rightfully... stole." And that was that. The dwarf would not hear another word of it, no matter who or what would plead to him. The witch even promised to have a mugsword crafted for him instead, but the dwarf just wouldn't let go of his valuables and step by step kept pushing towards the enemy. As the lean mean huffing machine finally arrived at it's first brigand however, he was way too tired to even lift his axe, getting it up halfway before giving up the task and deciding to sit this one out.
But as he just sat there, and rested suddenly he found himself approached by two of the Brigands. He sighed preparing to give the others a speech about how they were reckless enough to let them get to him, as the most important member, as it was he he lugged all the treasure with him, that they never listen, that they are incompetent beyond belief, that he does alll the work around here and that Bashme still owed him alcohol for the last encounter, when he suddenly realised.... there was no one conscious oleft to rant to.
"Well...damnit." Canhasgold lifted his axe again and again it was in vain. There was no way he could fight the two alone like this. With a shaky hand... he.... he... oh my god, this was too much for him. Canhasgold took a few breathers and tried to motivate himself... Finally letting go. And thus filling him with rage so pure and unrivaled that he beat the remaining two guard so hard, he didn't even realise how fast he was done and how hard he kept bringing down justice to these two...evil treasure back-stealing fiends until they were very, very dead. Or at least ran away. The battle was over, his was the vicotry along with new treasure to prevent him from walking stright and a dreary sense of deja-vu.
"Ye god, Ah haf ta drag these twits out of here again all by me own...."
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Weight limit!
Funn times. My chars range from 3 to 7 action point most of the time, with 3 needed for a basic attack and 5 for magic .But the more they carry, the more weight they have to deal with, the slower they become the less action point they get and the less action points they get, the more screwed the party. They deteriorate by value of 2 after each limit, always creating an odd number. The system is smart, keeping the weight restrictions and the necessity to carry items together, distributing the loot accordingly.
But.
The weight limit is a KILLER for my party, as they are complete wusses, with little to no strength apparently. So juggling inventory is an everyday struggle, always and forever. XP