"Splendid, so off to find a more suitable entry hole we go." Tarquin smirked and rolled his eyes. "I should perhaps rephrase that, but... Off we go." The bard made a little pose before again glancing around.
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STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 6 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Tarquin - who at this point in his own mind at least seemed to be the voice of reason for the group - shook his head slightly. "Now, just listen to me. We need to find another exit in case we get in to some damn trouble down there. I'm not going down in to a cave if it has only one exit on the damned ceiling."
"Ah, fine catch, m'lady." Tarquin mimicked tipping a wide brimmed hat at June and smiled warmly while looking around, like he was trying to remember something, or like he was searching for something in particular. After a while he walked up to Eve and shrugged his shoulders. "Well I personally have never been this far away from the mainland before - mostly due to seasickness, but still... There might be something..." He trailed off to mumbling and shook his head.
"Well with my years of studying bardic lore... I can deduce that what we are looking at is most definitely a cave." The tall elf stated with a little smirk and loosened his fingers so the ball of light disappeared. "Now, I suggest we find a proper entrance... I'd hate to jump down there without knowing a better exit."
I don't think charging in will be a good idea ^^;;
Tarquin was quick on Cedric's heels and glanced around, as if trying to find a source of fire, then he sighed and took a gold ring from his pocket. He calmly placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, squeezed his hand in to a fist and suddenly a ball of green light formed up above the beautiful emerald embedded on the ring. "No torch, but maybe this will do. A little gift from my brother. To illuminate the darkness and all that. A nifty tool in my opinion." The green light ball began hovering towards the hole as the tall elf moved his hand slightly.
"Stay calm and remember your training men." Martel calmly instructed his men while glancing around if not nervously then at least in a state of minor unease. He peered down to the darkness and shook his head slightly "What could be down there?"
Tarquin rolled his eyes. "A swamp, eh? Don't really like swamps to tell you the truth. Nearly drowned in one as a kid, but oh well. Guess I'll be careful." The pale elf stared towards the woods and smirked. "Well then, shall we be on our way?"
The tall elf had been mostly deep in thought for the whole trip, he had occasionally glanced at their surroundings and sort of shrugged his shoulders. His right hand had rested gently on the pommel of his rapier only to move a few times to brush away few locks of hair from his face.
When they stopped on the what Tarquin could call a grave site the tall elf slightly lowered his head in a sign of respect for the dead. "Now we just have to find where the beast is hiding in." He muttered more to himself than the rest of the group.
When they stopped on the what Tarquin could call a grave site the tall elf slightly lowered his head in a sign of respect for the dead. "Now we just have to find where the beast is hiding in." He muttered more to himself than the rest of the group.
I'm not objecting.
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