hizzzzow!!!
Anybody else wanna attack? I think Castiel's up.
nevermind; he's readying an action.
Bugbear's turn.
Bugbear stands.
attacks Rholf. Doesn't score a hit or anything.
aoo's around........group's attack.
"You f%$*ers talk too much. You need to die!" he howls.
"SO much for diplomacy." Edwin sighs, snapping his whip once more,...
And snags it on his cloak,...
"@#$%^&*_+!"
The bugbear laughs at Edwin......"you all suck!!!"
huzzzzah!
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
Rholf swings again, missing terribly...
"See? The very Gods conspire against you!!!"
He's encouraged now.
Castiel should be flanking the bugbear when it stands. He does not attack the bugbear for standing, but he does when it moves to attack again.
Attack
Damage (subdual)
Confirm
Damage (subdual)
"I think not. Those gods are the reason your friend lies there while his head lies over there. Young and pretty you may be, but intelligent wise, you are not."
Confirm
Damage (lethal)
Larissa's magic scimitar fades away during the banter and she chooses to let the men finish off the recalcitrant bandit. She will turn to watch for other threats. "Alinya, how long will the blind one remain so?"
Castiel beheads him.
And loses his paladinhood.
Naah, I'm just kidding.
End of combat. 720 exp each.
Huzzzar!
Castiel shakes his head sadly. "I was inclined to let him go as he was less of a threat, but he convinced me that he would not stop as long as he had breath in him." He puts his hand on his holy symbol to Iomedae and mouths a silent prayer before turning around to continue down the road. He shows no interest in the blinded bugbear, still flailing around through the brush.
Larissa stands there and shakes her head. "You did right, Castiel. Surely your goddess approves of your actions."
Edwin does indeed swiftly rifle the Bugbears belongings. He's not hoping or expecting to find anything so d@mning as a note instructing the targeting of the party, but surely there is something,...
Edwin finds shoddy gear, and useless gewgaws.....a squirrel skull necklace, an arm brace made of nails hammered through leather uncunningly......
and coinpurses; about 500 g.p. total.
The coins all have a skull motif, and look ancient and worn.
HUZZZAH!!!
Oh; forgot.....there's one more blind glitterdusted bugbear. He's trudging off into the marsh, trying not to hit any trees.
He's trying to scrape the glitterdust off his face with handfuls of mud.
"INteresting." Edwin comments while examining the gold coins. He seems far more interested in the worn looking stamp on the coins than the fact they are gold.
"And will someone kindly pout that canid out of it's misery? Or at least render it unconscious before it's caterwauling attracts the attention of something that's actually scary?" The detective says testily as he examines the coins.
He genuinely doesn't seem to care whether the creature is killed or spared. As long as it is quiet.
"I had reached the same conclusion..." Rholf says as he stows his hammer away. He briefly examines the coins over Edwin's shoulder with growing interest...
Knowledge (Religion):
Knowledge (History):
Knowledge (Local):
Edwin realizes that these coins are from long ago.....the time of the Whispering Tyrant.
Rholf's pretty sure,....but with Edwin's corroboration, this appraisal sounds true.
And the last blinded bugbear continues his haphazard retreat.
"He'll draw attention to himself - and away from us. Let him stumble off, I think."
"YAAAAAAAH!!!" He howls, as he smashes his toe on a treeroot.
He's less danger now, with a broken toe probably.
"From the age of the 'Whispering Tyrant'? Now where would a bugbear get a hold ancient coins? It's not as if they usually indulge in tomb-robbing as those of the 'ahem' more civilized races are wont to do." He murmurs wryly.
The detective smirks slightly at the sound of the bugbear's roar.
"Come along then. Let us begone while our erstwhile 'friend' calls attention to himself."
The group reaches Morast a couple hours later:......nothing much to the place, a ramshackle assortment of wattle and daub shacks on stilts, connected by soggy wooden boardwalks.
A group of three oldsters set on a porch quiets up when the group trundles in, considering them with vacant slack-jawed countenance, or furled brows over buggy eyes.
Off to the side, there's a pair of posts connected by a crossbeam, from which dangle two largeish gators. One gator is being dressed out by a corpulent matron; she turns to eyeball the party menacingly. Her shirtless chest covered in gator trimmings; a hook shaped knife in one gorey hand.
Two filthy urchins play nearby, stop, and eyeball the party too.
"Wayyew boahs fum ayhow?" one of the trio of oldsters sitting on the porch chimes out.
Welcome to the "untitled" thread.......heh heh.
"Good day." Rholf says as amiably as he can. "we came from Lepidstadt. Heard that there'd been some trouble hereabouts of late, and thought we'd see if the tales were true. Fought some monsters not a couple hours back, so it looks like that might be. You all seen anything of late that we should be wary of?"
Diplomacy:
They look at eachother, like they just saw a woman give birth to a watermelon.
"Monsters, y'say? Pray tell, wut kahn?"
Edwin smiles,
"Well yah'll, I'm not an outdoorsman like yew!! I would count those two overgrown lizards as 'monsters', were they to show up on my doorstep!" He says, sliding slowly into the brogue as he warms up his audience,...
"But we wuz jes' attacked by a couple uv bugbears. Dey seemed teh t'ink dat jes cuz we'ze travellin that we'ze had munny. We showed em all we had wuz steel." He grins as if he said something funny.
Diplomacy Aid Another
Larissa approaches the woman. "My goodness. If I may ask, are those larger than normal, or do they just grow that large out here?"
Alinya raises an eyebrow at Edwin's sudden plunge into rural patois. Otherwise, she tries to remain unobtrusive and avoid getting into a staring match with these rough bumpkins. Unpredictable sorts, probably given to fits of surly violence. Best keep a discreet eye on them. [ooc]Perception:
Edwin smiles,
"Well yah'll, I'm not an outdoorsman like yew!! I would count those two overgrown lizards as 'monsters', were they to show up on my doorstep!" He says, sliding slowly into the brogue as he warms up his audience,...
"But we wuz jes' attacked by a couple uv bugbears. Dey seemed teh t'ink dat jes cuz we'ze travellin that we'ze had munny. We showed em all we had wuz steel." He grins as if he said something funny.
1d20+10
"It's gewd, tuh pit bugbarrs in th' dart."
They all nod appreciatively.
"Yalntsum shahn?" Proffers a mason jar of clear liquid.
Diplomacy Aid Another 1d20 + 11
Larissa approaches the woman. "My goodness. If I may ask, are those larger than normal, or do they just grow that large out here?"
She giggles; "them's jist lillole gaters, chile......." and winks at the changeling.
Alinya raises an eyebrow at Edwin's sudden plunge into rural patois. Otherwise, she tries to remain unobtrusive and avoid getting into a staring match with these rough bumpkins. Unpredictable sorts, probably given to fits of surly violence. Best keep a discreet eye on them. [ooc]Perception: 1d20+2
heh heh......sounds about right.
There's somebody else in the house behind the three on the porch; you can't make them out, but they're kinda looking out a window, and trying to be unobtrusive about it.
She giggles; "them's jist lillole gaters, chile......." and winks at the changeling.
The changeling smiles as she shakes her head in amazement. "I have heard that a person can use alligators for all sorts of things - food, leather... What do you use them for?"
"Sane thang. Th'make gidd shew lether, and we cook um up in gumbo too."
"It's best hunnum it naaht. Wida spot laht."
huzzah!
"Yew lahk gumbo?"
Edwin smiles,...
,...He grins as if he said something funny.
"It's gewd, tuh pit bugbarrs in th' dart."
They all nod appreciatively.
"Yalntsum shahn?" Proffers a mason jar of clear liquid.
"Whay shueh! Thankee kindly!" Edwin says with an innocent wide-eyed gleam. "Ah am ah tech parched. Chee'as suh!" He raises the glass in toast, and takes a swig.
Edwin takes a drink, and his eyes go large. Larger than should seem humanly possible. You see a faint wisp of steam coming from his ears?
"Woo-EEE! Dat's guud shore 'nuff! AI haint tasted mountain dew dat guud since befo'e deh gaater man uv Mannawick Crick had hisse'f dat party whar he cleared out deh whole towns flock uv sheep! He didn't take no cows doh. We figgered it wuz on account uv he wuz a vegamigarian!" He says in a confidential stage whisper, handing the man back his jar.
"Yew lahk gumbo?"
"Iz a frog's @$$ watertight?!" Edwin replies with a grin, jest a teensy bit tipsy.
"Drangup boah! Hey!"
he beats on the house;
"Big Daddah! Way galt vizters!!!"
A large man, wisened, with leathery brown skin and a beard down to his navel comes out the house.
He's 6 foot 5, weighs good 250; he's gotta be in his sixties, but he's still built like a viking axeman.
He looks down at you all.
"Big Daddy don' cotton no forriners."
Guy on the porch says, "aww, Bag Daddah, they's awright. They dun kilt sum bugbarrs!!!"
Big Daddy; "wut th hail you forners walnt."
"Yew lahk gumbo?""Iz a frog's @$$ watertight?!" Edwin replies with a grin, jest a teensy bit tipsy.
"Boah, I hope so, too!"
"Drangup boah! Hey!"
he beats on the house;
,...
Big Daddy; "wut th hail you forners walnt."
Edwin salutes the large elder with the glass jar.
"Suh! AH happens to be a collector uv tales, an', if'n ah may say so, a teller uv no mean tongue! AH have heerd tell uv deh monstuh dat recent' came tru' heah an' did turrible t'ings. AH wuuld trade yew muh bestest tale if'n yew wuz tew grant me deh honuh uv heerin' what truly happen' wit',... ,...Deh Beast!"
;)
"I'll say..*Spit*
They dun calt me to be the star witness up to their lil trial.*Spit*
That damn beast, first, he done took lone villagers, stragglers, at night.*Spit*
.*Spit* but then, *Spit for stress* he done attacked folks in their houses.*Spit*
So I reckon, I'll lay a lil trap fer that sumb%+@!..*Spit*
So we wait in hidin, and he come up, and we ALL done come at him frem all directions.....*Spit* sumbich wuz 7 foot tall, ugly as an orc in a wedding dress......so we put torches to his grizzly .*Spit* ass and he done went to water.*Spit*
So, he took off, noisier than whore that ain't got paid, .*Spit* and we follered him in our boats, follered him t'th' boneyard.
.*Spit*
Then one them damn gators got to chompin on him. And, boy'd that dum sumbich go to cussin' thet gator up one end down t'uther.......
I never herd so damn many cuss words, and I'm an old mutherf!*#er! I'm 88!
.*Spit*
Then it gut him by the leg, and done drug him under. We reckined it done ate his sorry ass, but apparently not. Well, I'll go there to Lepidstadt, and see he gits his beastly ass burnt all to hell, since, apparently gettin deathrolled by a gator aint nothin but a roll in the hay for that sumbich!!!"
.*Spit*
And that's th' damn truth! You kiss my wrinkly ass, don't believe me!"