Kabal Breven |
Yah its been quite a while since he's posted.
Kabal idly wondered how a man like this became a cook out here but that passed with the grimy man's question.
As long as it aint fish; I'll take lots of whatever you got in there.
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
Your worst misgivings become reality as you taste the strange brown mush...but...even though it's nearly unbelievable, it gets better spoon by spoon...most probably it's just numbing your gustative nerves...
Guess we'll wait for Winter to go on?
Anyway, the pirates enjoy their meal and from time to time some of them look over to you and there is not only hostility in their eyes...
Sebastian DeGray |
Sebastian will get a bowl, "Light on the snouts, please."
He sits back with the others, and wrinkles his nose at the smell coming from his bowl. He passes his hand over the bowl and says a few words that must be arcane in nature. Suddenly from his bowl comes the smell of grilled steak and mushrooms. Sebastian digs in with a gusto.
After the first large mouthful, he smiles, "A useful trick I picked up from having to eat University food."
Cast Prestidigitation
Kabal Breven |
Kabal was a bit jealous of the smell coming from Sebastian's bowl but he didn't know any such tricks. Plus the stew already had some good things going for it. One, it wasn't fish; two, it was hot and three he didnt have to make it. But it seemed that the stew came with dubious looks and he wasnt sure if he appreciating the attention at the moment.
Sense Motive - 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Winter Snow |
"Well I suppose we simply see what happens this evening. Trust in Erastil, but keep my allies close by the tent eh?" Winter explains when out of general earshot.
Winter spends his time politely chatting about religious matters with any he can get a hold of, whilst promoting his 'healing circle' soon due, no obligation to hear 'the good word' afterwards, but certainly an invitation.
Channel - Heal 1d6 ⇒ 3
Channel - Heal 1d6 ⇒ 3
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
Forgetting his wish for steak mush, the man eyes Winter with astonishment
Ey, my shoulder just stopped itching, white man!
Small cuts and bruises on the other men's arms and tighs have also been closed and they all look at Winter like he was some kind of angel.
Should ye need anythin', just call me, I'm Sven Hand-off-chopper!
Kabal Breven |
Bah! Ive had two bosses that tried to either rip me off or have my throat slit. Theyre both dead. Im done with bosses. Winter's a friend that shows more sense than I do at times so I heed his council. As anyone would after spending time with him. Plus he tends to keep me alive well after I shouldnt be as you can attest to as well.
Kabal scowled at the bad memories of the trust he'd put into bosses up to this point. Which brought his thoughts to Sven's bosses.
What about the masked man? Is he Croat's boss? What do you make of him?
Kabal Breven |
Kabal spit at the man's admission to what he saw and kept his voice low in response.
You dont say? A gods be damned drow. Dark and Empty! We had a run in with one of the black hearted knaves back in Riddleport. Which is what Sable here is referrring to. No good can come of any dealings with them.
Bree Longfield |
Bree sits close to Kabal, keeping Samaritha near her (whether she likes it or not) nibbling at her meal as she listens to the conversation. She tenses unconsciously as Winter's healing energy washes over the group, but continues on eating. It's been so long since I've dealt with HP that I'll have to look back to see where she was at, lol
Edit: The last HP I found for her was 28/31 so she would be full up now.
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
Samaritha grabs Kabal's arm and squeezes it as she notices how the pirate's eyes widen at the mentioning of drows
My friend is just making fun, everyone knows that there are no drow!
Then she whispers to Kabal
He will rally the whole camp and create a total tohobohu!
Sven now looks a bit confused at Kabal and then to Winter.
Kabal Breven |
The merceneary wasnt sure what a 'tohobohu' was but it didnt sound good.
He chuckled deep in his chest and and waved off the pirate's misgivings.
Nevermind me Sven. You got some good chaps here with you. You all really behind Croat's plan of attacking these akatas? From what Ive seen I can safely say we're all about avoiding the bastards. They aint that tough but they sure as sh1t are fast!
Kabal Breven |
Kabal nods in complete agreement with the man.
Feck I dont want to either! And your boss's crazy plan of taking the fight to them doesnt sit well with the survivor in me. Know what I mean? Look, Sven youre a good chap. When sh1t gets thick you and any fellas you can trust stick close to us.
Winter Snow |
"I'll go to the tent, I'll leave my copy of The Parables with Kabal, perhaps he might think to return it to me, perhaps you might all walk over to the tent as though in argument whether we should all be disturbed within the tent... should more than a five minutes elapse, perhaps you might find it worth dropping back in to me eh? of course you might come rushing sooner if there was the sound of trouble as you waited outside..."
With that, Winter hands over his book, and then heads for Croats tent expectantly.
When Winter enters he looks to the people inside to guage the mood.
Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
And he looks for any obvious weapons...
Perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Kabal Breven |
Kabal takes the book with care as he knows how imprtant it is to Winter.
Dont forget that Bree's going with you and Sebastian has some sort of spell that will let you tell us when to come running. And be assured that we'll be walking around out there. Be safe friend.
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
Sven smiles and stays with Kabal at the tent while finishing his bowl of strange stew.
@ Winter and Bree:
Croat sits on a carpet in the centre of the tent and studies some maps. He seems frustrated and draws red and bblue circles on the parchment only to erase them a moment later. As you enter he looks up and mutters
Time for philosophy, eh?
Sebastian DeGray |
Sebastian approach Bree. He sees a slight cringe when he holds a hand up in front of her and prepares to cast. He whispers, "Don't worry. You won't feel anything. I would do this on Winter but he will likely be doing most of the talking. I won't be able to hear what is being said, but I will hear any whisper for help. And I have already cast it on Samaritha, and she is fine for it. Remember, just whisper."
With Bree's consent he will cast Message.
Bree Longfield |
Bree nods her head briskly, "Get on with it then... thanks, I mean."
Bree follows closely after Winter. Her eyes taking in all she can see, looking for ambush at all times. As they enter the tent, she again scans for any hidden threat.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10failtastic
She takes up station next to the tents entrance, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as usual as she observes the two men before her.
Kabal Breven |
Kabal watched Winter and Bree take their trip towards Croat's tent with his ever present scowl writ plain on his face. He gave them a one minute head start before turning to the others.
Who's up for a walk? Im gonna stroll around a bit.
The fighter took a somewhat round about way but didnt tarry to get within a quick sprint to the old toad's tent.
...sure couldve used Corvax at my side right about now...wonder what happened to him?...
Winter Snow |
"Well you seem tohave started without me Mr Croat, perhaps you might share with us some of your wisdom first eh? Then we might talk of my thoughts and what might be offered to you... oh where is your friend?"
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
Winter hasn't even ended his question as the slender masked figure enters the tent from the back section. He seems unarmed when it comes to mundane weapons, but two metal rods dangle from his belt.
So you are Winter, welcome in my tent. his voice is a bit raspy but still melodious and oddly charming.
Croat slowly gets up and growls
This is still my tent and you...
But then he just stands there for a moment and at last mumbles
Surely like a tea...I will get some...
With that he staggers out of the tent.
Winter Snow |
Huh? Is Croat backing down out of fear? or just some other reason? Crime Bosses don't live long being so cowardly in front of potential threats (us!!) so what gives? Is he still 'masked'?
"I am indeed Winter, and always pleased to make a new acquaintance, we didn't get a chance to meet earlier and I am afraid I am at a disadvantage as I do not have the benefit of your name?"
Winter is curious about this new entrant, the warnings ringing in his ears.
Kabal Breven |
As Kabal wandered around the tents staying close to Croat's he fumed. He couldnt believe that none of the others had chosen to come with him or even aknowledge his request for company. This wasnt the first time he was ignored either and it was really starting to piss him off. If it wasnt for Winter and Bree he would cut his losses and cut right out of this mess. Especially now that Corvax had disappeared. His anger grew as he thought about that. He was sure that Croat was behind it or that scrawny masked man.
...somebody's fecking neck is gonna get wrung...gods be damned right to the Abyss...bastard sons of b&!!+es...why I oughta...
DM Zyren / Heart of Riddles |
The masked wizard cocks his head a bit to the right and answers
Call me Zadrax, Zadrax the Black, that's what the pirates also call me. You wanted to talk to me about the power of Erastil? I'm always interested in philosophical talks, so please, don't hesitate.
You notice two pirates sneaking up to the side of the tent
You notice two pirates sneaking up to the side of the tent, metal flashes under the jacket of one of the man and you make out a loaded hand-crossbow he is trying to hide.
Kabal Breven |
Perception - 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
As Kabal grumbled and cursed he realized that he was awfully close to Croat's tent. He was still pissed that those two scrawny fellas hadnt even had the curtesy to reply to him. It was then that he spotted the two pirates with bared steel sneaking up to Croat's tent. He knew then that the amsked man had betrayed them and his anger boiled close to brimming over. He immediatley started yelling hoping that Winter and Bree would over hear.
Hey!!! I was looking for you two punks! Where's Croat?! I gotta talk to him about an ambush!!
Bree Longfield |
Bree shifts slightly, her unease at seeing the masked man and then compounded by Croat's reactions to him. His melodic voice, though raspy, reminding her of the melodic way Depora spoke. She refrains from rubbing the spot on her forehead where Depora kissed her.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Thank the gods for Kabal, because the rest of us seem blind tonight
When she hears Kabal shout, her fists close around the hilt of the daggers that the tips of her fingers were resting on and she has them drawn before she can exhale. She drops low, not quite a crouch but definitely prepared to spring with her knees loose and her weight on the balls of her feet. Her eyes shift from the masked man to Winter, and then to the entrance before going back to the masked man, finally settling somewhere between the two of them so she can see both the man and the door in her peripheral.
Sable Eboncrow |
Perception 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Sable curses as he runs up to Kabal, "Molting down of a grouse! Good eyes, Kabal. Your circling served much better than my perching." speaking to Winter and Bree in the tent. "Sorry to ruin your nest of philosophy. Seems there are a few thrushes with misplaced talons set on catching dove for dinner."
Sable moves to pick up and inspect the dropped crossbow.