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Humie, me wanna join, ok?

Am putting forward, Stilgar, a not too smart barbarian orc in search of a home. The stats listed in the profile are from another PBP.

Me vote save lizard now!

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"Me not stranger to escape. Want me to make plan?"

"I don't like slavery no matter who is doing it," Jeorik says, "But a man cannot fight every battle alone. As we are given a chance to do good we should do it." To Stilgar I say, "I think I would be more than happy to accompany you to free this dragon. Maybe bribe the guards as suggested and get this spider king alone. Violence is not the answer to every problem but this is an evil man and he shouldn't be allowed to torture people simply because the monarchy lacks the will to bring justice to their city."

"Guard can give layout of place where Majenko is. Can also give when spider king not there."

"Of course, it does no good to free one soul, only to have the slaver in question still free to trap another. We cannot afford to free every unfortunate this villain tries to capture. If there was some way of bringing him to justice it would be better."

"Me think it best if he just meet his end."

"Look, if yous have trouble with that me can do that without problem."

"Don't need that much gold to get one of the guards to cooperate with us."

"Now we all agree we free 'im. What plan we use?"

"Me not so smart but do we know how many guard the place? Also where they hide Majenko?"

"Me ask many questions may be we make plan."

"Me like Free Majenko Fund better."

Stilgar looks around. "Just a thought."

Hey dat cool. Me get wenches?

I was really planning to. But it does not mean we cannot come back and steal the dragon. All in favor of torching the place as a diversion....

Let's think out of the box. What sort of lever will compel Devargo to let go the pseudodragon? He loves money clearly. How about we break the bank?

"Keliwyn, friend, we must speak."

For Keliwyn

"Is there time out in this game?"

"Woot! Him winning!"

For Thom

"Go team!"

Just came in from the cold.

For Thom

Stilgar moves towards Devargo as unobtrusively as he can.

Stilgar winks at the dragon in the cage.

For Thom

Heather: Perception DC 11 ** spoiler omitted **

Jeorik: ** spoiler omitted **

Stilgar: ** spoiler omitted **

Gruller tries to step back away from Istas reaching for his heart, "Don't touch me, gravekeeper! I'll cut --"

Neil, waiting to let others post before revealing the effects of Istas' action.

"Who said that?!" Stilgar looks around, his axe in hand. He eyes people nearby trying to determine who could be playing this joke on him.

Keliwyn:** spoiler omitted **

Stilgar:** spoiler omitted **

For Thom

"So many rules... me head hurts."

Stilgar moves to a corner where he can watch everything, all the while rubbing his temples.

Stilgar salutes Keliwyn. He then smells the finger he has been using to pick his nose. He then makes a face.

Just keeping ten (10) on the perception here. Stilgar is wary of treachery.

Sorry Stilgar, no roll for you. will be clear in a second

Me feel so left out. Sob.

Me roll too?

QUOTE="Stilgar"] Imagine major excavation!

Do I have to? O_o

Thanks for the visual

Stilgar picks his nose.

Imagine major excavation!

The guard plants his spear vertically by his right foot.

The guard replies blandly, "I am sorry Mr. T'Alios. Mr. Barvasi is hosting a small dinner for some prospective employees. He doesn't want to be disturbed unless it's very important. Perhaps you should come another time?"

Perception DC 12: ** spoiler omitted **

Diplomacy or intimidate checks may be in order.

Rolled Perception 19+8=27; Intimidate 16+6=22

"Stand aside puny man or me shove that spear where sun don't shine."

Stilgar pulls out the skull of a bandit he once fought. "Yous need another friend me pet, hmmm?"

Diplomacy not a class skill.

Stilgar picks his nose, as he disdainfully ignores the guards' brutal display.

The guards at the foot of the dock are well-equipped: Chainmail, large wooden shields, longswords, and spears. They are big and alert.

As the party approaches one calls out, "What's your business here?"

Among the people, presumably customers, loitering down by the boats, you can see at least three other similarly clad warriors.

"Business as usual. Drink, food, fun."

Stilgar flexes his massive arms.

"So stand aside. Ladies not used to waiting."

They appear to be professional mercenaries which means they are a practical bunch. They'd tolerate a certain level of abuse so long as it does not endanger their commission unless their commission is precisely to stop our party.

As they traverse the bridge, Istas looks sidelong at Keliwyn and his new armor. "I thought we weren't looking for an armed confrontation?" she says with a smile, "But you seem well-prepared for one, nonetheless."

Then she gestures ahead at their intended destination. "So how do wish you us to proceed?" she asks, "I expect I'll draw attention wherever I go. For a priestess of Pharasma does not venture from the Gray District very often...much less to an area with such an ill reputation. And I doubt Barvasi's men will believe I'm one of your bodyguards."

"Me do not know. Death priests very intimidating. So may be they believe."

You should meet my character 'The Deceiver'.

Stilgar arrives at the bridge.

"Hello."

Stilgar sharpens his axe in anticipation of another bloody encounter, whistling all the while.

Onwards!

Points at Heather, "Um, me agree with what she say."

"So Barvasi is quarry, eh? What he look like?"

Stilgar wrote:

"Band? What instrument do you play?"

"Usually the instruments of death," Istas quips.

"Ooooooo, spooky."

"It appears you move in circles we never suspected love. Welcome Stilgar..I'm sure you will be a most..interesting addition to our little band"

"Band? What instrument do you play?"

Jeorik catches the attention of a waiter and sends him off for water.

"Very sensible of you," says Jeorik.

"Me think so too."

Stilgar pulls out a knife and carves a juicy side of roast beef. "Yum!"

"Me swore off alcohol so me just stick to water. Got any?"

Keliwyn wrote:

"Everyone, this is Stilgar, ... and finally, Darthen, whom I believe you may have met when he was with me once before."

Darthen nods. "Stilgar. Good to see you again. "

"Say Keliwyn. When are you planning on making this expedition?"

"Hi, Darthen."

"What expedition?"

Istas Wraithscar wrote:

"Perhaps it is fate then that Inigo did not join us tonight?" Istas suggests, "And that this...one...did?" The priestess places her dagger on the table, keeping her hand upon the hilt as she slowly spins it while talking.

"Events are certainly moving in unusual ways tonight. You vouch for this one, Keliwyn?" she asks. The priestess nods towards Stilgar without bothering to look the half-orc in the eye. "If my people fight with anyone as intensely as your Southlanders, it would be those of orc descent. I bear their scars, in fact. And have helped inflict a few in return prior to my time in Korvosa."

"I do vouch for him, Istas. He holds no allegiance to the orcs of the Belken Hold, as far as I know, and has no grudge with the Shoanti. He is, very much, his own individual."

Whispers to Keliwyn,

To the half orc, Jeorik rising says politely, "It is good to meet you. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, very. Long walk, see."

"It's alright," Keliwyn assures the maitre'd with a wink as he jumps up from his seat. "He's an acquaintance of mine, and must have seen me enter," he says in a hurried whisper, "I'll handle this, thank you."

As the obviously upset little man wanders back to the front of the restaurant, Keliwyn claps the much larger half-orc on the back and turns to the others. "Everyone, this is Stilgar, whom I was just telling you about. Stilgar," he says "These are my friends." Turning to each one in turn, he briefly introduces them, although he has no expectation in the least that the names will be remembered. "This beautiful & talented young sorceress is Heather, and next to her is Jeorik, who has only recently come to our city. After him we have Istas, whose fierceness would rival your own, and finally, Darthen, whom I believe you may have met when he was with me once before."

"With regard to Inigo, I have to say I'm just relieved he's not here. Although I find him both interesting & infuriating to have around, in no way did I try and keep him from joining us." With a nod toward Jeorik, he continues, "It may well be that he wasn't invited by our host, or that he simply declined to join us. Regardless, I'm sure we will see him again before long."

"Keliwyn, friend, me happy to see you. Now, where food? You did promise?"

"Oh and nice to meet you all."

Right behind the big half-orc comes the somewhat out of breath maitre'd. "Mister Vander, Keliwyn. I am so sorry. This person claimed to be with Keliwyn and rushed through the dining room before we could stop him." While he's speaking he draws a large paisley handkerchief from his sleeve and mops his forehead. He concludes in an eager tone, "If you wish I can have him removed." His tone indicates the removal would not end gently.

"Puny man is making joke." Stilgar bares his incisors.

The sight of the half-orc causes Istas' eyes to widen in the middle of answering Keliwyn. Her hand immediately reaches for the peacebringer dagger sheathed at her hip under the table. And she readies a prayer to Pharasma on her lips.

Stilgar nods appreciative at the hot, scowling, dagger-wielding lady, "Nice."

Moving pass the coatman appears one of the largest half-orcs you have ever seen. Clad in red silk, he looks very menacing moreso with the big axe strapped across his back.

"Keliwyn! Friend, me here!"

For Thom

Is me on?

Ready in a few.

1d12=10

Yay!

EDIT: READY TO PLAY!

Confirmed. Can me jump in though me stats not yet ok?

Also, how many point me use to build me up?

Woot! Me get to play!

For Thom

For Thom, is very important you read this. Thom only me repeat.