What am I doing?
I am on the ground again
It is getting dark
What Am I Doing On The Ground?
This thought slowly crawled through Ramok’s mind. Then again, most thoughts did that unless they involved
cutting down something large and evil. He looked up and saw the Dwarf surrounded by three or four gnolls
and the Avenger yelling at him to get up. Then the memories started to return. He remembered checking
for traps by kicking in the front door of the first room and seeing gnolls through the portals. Two
jumped out and hit him to start the party and he bloodied one. That one fled back through the portal and
again using his keen trap detecting skills and finding none, he jumped in after him. He landed right in
the spot where he was now picking himself off the ground. The memory of leaping through the portal now
came back to him. He landed in the middle of three or four gnolls and the taking another blow he washed
away the pesky feelings of pain by summunning the rage that always lurked underneath the surface. Then
the first blow landed and it was a mighty blow but he Endured the Pain, then the second blow landed and he
knew he was in a good fight, when the third blow landed he was more than a little surprised, the fourth
blow brought him to one knee, blood was pouring from numerous wounds, and he couldn’t figure out how they
were landing so many blows. Weren’t there only three of them when he started? He never noticed the fifth
blow or the ground that he hit immediately thereafter.
With the memory of this insult he charged forward and with a Brutal Slam causing one of the gnolls to go
flying into another. But before his rage could be satisfied the Dwarf and Avenger finished the gnolls
off. Ramok wasted no time but jumped through the portal looking for more gnolls to punish. Finding
himself back in the first room, he spied two more gnolls in a third room. Fortunately he had mastered the
portal travel and leaped through expecting nothing but to meet his foes again.
What am I doing on the ground? He looked up and found himself still in the first room looking through the
portal at the Dwarf in battle with his gnolls. Somehow this seemed all too familiar. Still groggy, he
did not trust his legs and simply rolled through the portal and bumped into the Dwarf’s boots. He started
to think that they looked small like a child’s, when the two gnolls looked down and noticed him. But
rather than swing at him they simply continued with the Dwarf like he wasn’t even there. Yet another
insult! He swung upwards with his sword from his back and bloodied one of the rude gnolls who ignored
him. He soon got up and was joined by the odd ever changing character with the bag. He had to kill one
of the gnolls twice since it got up after being dead, but in Ramok’s state of mind he felt that the gnoll
was mocking him by not staying dead. Now Ramok was really mad. He did his usual check for traps by
opening the door of the room and went into the hallway. Seeing no one to smash he walked across the
hallway to another door and saw two more gnolls riding huge beasts, then he noticed another gnoll riding
another beast down the left hand side of the hallway and two archers coming up the stairs of the right
side of the hallway. Ramok was pleased with the smorgasborg of options and charged the rider down the
hall. The battle was going well until rats and bugs came out of nowhere and pushed him back to the ever
changing man and Dwarf in the intersection next to the door of the third room they just exited.
What am I doing on the ground? The thought crossed his mind again for the second time. Or was it the
third time? He never was very good with higher math. That big rider knocked him down! Ramok decided
that waiting to stand up before he attacked was far too much delay and let him have it. The battle was
ferocious and he noticed that his friends were tiring rapidly. Truth be told, Ramok was pretty exhausted
too. His muscles had been swinging his great sword for a long time now. Then all went blank.
First he thought that that he had accidently shut his eyes again to swing harder, but when he kept trying
to open his eyes and still did not see anything he knew that magic was at work. He kept swinging at
anything that swing at him and smelled bad. Then he heard the strange man say “Come Ramok, we must find
the little ones, jump toward the sound of my voice.” Ramok liked jumping and did so. When he got there
he was finally able to see and realized that the Dwarf was still back there and was falling to the ground.
The strange man said “I’ll get him, stay here.” Ramok then noticed a huge new army of gnolls coming down
the hallway and the bodies of those that the three of them had already finished littered the ground. But
why was the man going after the Dwarf, Ramok should do that. Sure enough the man cried out that he needed
Ramok and started to fall. Ramok leaped back over, poured a healing potion on the Dwarf and told him to
get the strange man out of here to safety. Didn’t the strange man know that he was not allowed to die on
Ramok took up his position and started to fight the army. Ramok made a mental note of his magic items and
potions and realized they were all exhausted. Making the mental note was almost as hard as swinging his
blade. For the first time, Ramok realized that this army was fresh and numerous and he was exhausted.
The strange man was unconscious and the Dwarf little better. Their only chance was to find the others and
the healer. But if Ramok went after them, the army would follow. Ramok knew there was no one left but
him and ignored the Dwarf’s call to follow him as he carried the strange man around the corner to safety.
The blows were again raining down on Ramok and he began to enjoy his last fight even more. His friends
would be safe if he held out a little longer.
Then he heard the strange man’s voice from far around the corner, calling for him. They must have found
healing, but his voice sounded frantic like there was battle over there too. Ramok decided to try and get
to his new friends. With a wicked blow that bloodied the huge beast in front of him and bolstered his
strength, Ramok sprinted backward over the corpses pilled high behind him. He knew the move was risky and
sure enough he felt another wound open up when he turned his back to the beast. Just as he was going to
try and force his exhausted legs to round the corner, the huge beast charged him. This monster had taken
numerous blows and had dealt even more. He was a worthy opponent. Ramok knew the beast would not miss
and he was too tired try and dodge the charge. Ramok tried to raise his sword one more time before his
body went flying into the back of the hall and crumpled up next to several gnoll corpses. The darkness
lifted for only the briefest moment before closing completely and Ramok’s last thought was, “What am I
doing on the ground?”