Sotha

Watching the two talk, Sotha strikes on an idea. "I know da place o' a pair 'o ruins. I seen dem on me way 'ere." He looks back and forth at the two standing with him and then rethinks his idea. "God-sized lizards dat eat us be 'round dem doe."

Sotha walks into the Hi-Lo again; his face perplexed and filled with ire at the same time.

"'ello? Where did da mahn go?"

Sotha looks around like the zombie might still be there. "You sure dat ting not still 'ere mahn?"

He walks to stand next to Chauncey; "Crab? Why you wan' da crabs Bookmahn?"

Sotha takes his second arrow and cleans it before returning it to his quiver.

"Book mahn, wut do you tink dat ting was?"

Sotha stands stock still; stunned without words. He has never seen teleportation before, if that is even what this was. In fact, as his limbs loosen, he begins to make warding signs against evil and stares wide eyed in the direction that the thing was standing previously...only slowly beginning to l...

Sotha, noting that nothing is really happening and having no like of the undead IN THE LEAST tires of waiting. He fires two arrows at the thing and if it doesn't drop, he will drop his bow in the sand and rush at the thing to make sure it dies! [1d20+3] = 19+3 = 22 [1d6+1] = 4+1 = 5 [1d20+3] = 16+3 ...

"Dis ting be a wizard's eyes mahn; best ta be done wit it." He pulls an arrow; "Say da word book-mahn an' I will shoot da ting."

Sotha looks at Chauncey with a hint of horror on his face. "Da spirit? You wan' me to track da spirit?" He looks back at the humanoid form that is looking at them and shrugs "If it leave a trail den yes. But spirit's don' leave no trail mahn."

Sotha gathers himself together: quickly wipes his blades well enough to clean them of blood and puts them away. He then quickly gathers his bow up and moves to one side. While not pulling an arrow, he rests his hand on one just in case.

OOC: Wisdom check vs 12 Wisdom [3d6-12] = 11-12 = -1 Sotha rolls with the blow landed, and whirls on the beast leaping high and plunging both knives at the creatures back while somersaulting past it again so as to stand between the monster and the bookish spellcasters. [1d20] = 14[1d3+1] = 1+1 = 2[...

It was indeed a long holiday weekend!

Being a "military family" makes it even longer it seemed!

I'll be "on track" from now until the next big thing: we are moving AGAIN in a few weeks to California from Texas.

Sotha grimaces and drops his bow; he launches himself forward as quickly as any human can while drawing a knife in each hand. Rushing at the monster, he quickly drops to one knee and slides past the beast swiping high and low at the same time.

[1d20] = 1[1d3+1] = 2+1 = 3[1d20] = 18[1d3+1] = 3+1 = 4

Sotha lets fly two arrows toward the beast that is coming into the village...but the monster is not likely to know he even tried as the arrows fly so wildly away!

[1d20+3] = 5+3 = 8 [1d6+1] = 4+1 = 5 [1d20+3] = 2+3 = 5 [1d6+1] = 1+1 = 2

Sotha lifts his bow to fire; but is somewhat stunned by Chauncey's babbling and looks at him in bewilderment. "Da books dun made you a mad mahn!" Turning back toward the creature, Sotha raises his bow to fire. OOC: I honestly don't know what to do here...do I roll initiative dice first, at...

Sorry I missed yesterday, fractured my wrist; so took a day off from writing.

Back at it today!

When the native fighter rushes to have a look out the door, he spots movement in the direction of the head of the loggers trail. A few townsfolk are running towards the water as if they have again spotted something dangerous moving down the trail towards town. Sotha 12/12 Lightfinger 7/7 Chauncey t...

"Yes, da lizards ate dem an' den..." Sotha begins to say; but the scream from outside makes him scramble toward the door and peer outside with his bow in hand an arrow at the ready...

"Aye, I came wit' udders. Dey be dead now. Da big lizards eat dem." He points to his own chest, "Dis one know 'ow to live in da jungle an' find 'is way." He looks over at the one called Chauncey and points at him "Dat one got da look o' da book on him an' you worry 'bout di...