Izbahn nods to the mayor, and resolutely puts the previous misadventures out of his mind. ”Yes, mayor we did find a route underneath Sandpoint “ ”I think you should send some people down there to block off that passageway, it should help prevent the goblins from sneaking in. Once we are ready to, we will assault the demon’s lair, and send it back to the Abyss where it belongs.”
"Most troubling." Mayor Deverin responds. "I knew there were smuggler tunnels under Sandpoint, but I couldn't imagine that the Kaijitsu were involved. Worse, this ancient complex and its monsters you describe ... it's simply terrifying to think such things exist right under us. I'll double the guards in the Glassworks' basement and hire a mason to seal up the tunnel that leads away from the beach cave. Perhaps we should do as others did before, brick the other passageway and seal the demon in her lair."
The mayor then turns her attention to Algar. "What about you, young man? What's your story? I don't remember seeing you the last time I met up with the rest of our heroes."
"She wasn't so tough after she fell. Maybe we should try a goo-bag...or five!"
"'Goo-bags'? Oh you mean tanglefoot bags? Yes, Darst, that is a great idea, and I don't think she would be able to break the bonds any time soon, after being hit by one."
He turns to the Mayor, and continues, "With all respect, we would like to attempt to destroy that demon once and for all, if it is just sealed up, then Nualia could just send forces to undo the work you have done."
Algar is surprised that Mayor is talking to him but then someone odd and... well, intimidating appearing just suddenly with other people without speaking not knowing most of them yet even.
Couching Well, I am Algar... used to live here, in Sandpoint, when I was child. My dad, well... not sure, which direction to know, but deciding then to continue married an orc... ahah, sounds funny yah? Maybe you remember him, since it was something quite odd here
Thinking Nevertheless, I met these guys some time ago and decided to hang with them. They seem to need help, so I would like to offer my muscles to them... plus you never had so many chances to get to brawl with devil and smiling in the end
"Ow!" Darst yelps as he walks into a desk. "My head!"
"'Goo-bags'? Oh you mean tanglefoot bags? Yes, Darst, that is a great idea, and I don't think she would be able to break the bonds any time soon, after being hit by one."
He turns to the Mayor, and continues, "With all respect, we would like to attempt to destroy that demon once and for all, if it is just sealed up, then Nualia could just send forces to undo the work you have done."
The mayor nods. "Yes, you're right. Sealing up the demon would only be a temporary solution. We don't want her to be trouble later, some years down the road."
Algar is surprised that Mayor is talking to him but then someone odd and... well, intimidating appearing just suddenly with other people without speaking not knowing most of them yet even.
Couching Well, I am Algar... used to live here, in Sandpoint, when I was child. My dad, well... not sure, which direction to know, but deciding then to continue married an orc... ahah, sounds funny yah? Maybe you remember him, since it was something quite odd here
Thinking Nevertheless, I met these guys some time ago and decided to hang with them. They seem to need help, so I would like to offer my muscles to them... plus you never had so many chances to get to brawl with devil and smiling in the end
The mayor also nods at Algar. "Yes, I do remember that ... It was quite the scandal, back then. But let bygones be bygones, I'm not one to judge. I'm glad you decided to come back here and you don't hold any grudges. It's also good that one of Sandpoint's own son will help our friends here." She examines the large half-orc, looking him up and down. "Seems like you can handle yourself ... that's good." She turns to the rest of the group, giving a confused look at Darst who just banged his head. "In any case, I wish you all luck and courage in your endeavors."
Izbahn nods to the mayor before taking his leave of her. "Well, fortunately that Shayliss business did not come up." He turns to Algar, and asks, "Do you have a place to stay yet, if not, I am sure I can get a room for you at the Deer." While he is talking, he avoids looking at Naomi for some reason.
Izbahn question comes with a surprise to Algar and looking at Izbahn with surprised look Well, not really. I am used to sleep outside, as long as it´s not raining and even then it depends... but if you are able to provide a bed, why not.
Algar seems to be astonished by this offer and apparently is lost with his words. He don´t notice the mood between blond woman and Izbahn, but then he is not so good with relationships between humans
"For your time Lady Mayor, I thank you. Desna willing, we'll get only as much luck as we need." Naomi shakes the Lady Mayor's hand before leaving.
Halfway to the Deer, Naomi strides up behind Izbahn.
"It seems the rat hunt didn't last very long.."
Izbahn looks back at Naomi, and is not sure what to make of her comment. Still, she has not done anything to him, yet.
"Well, no, it did not take long, I only found one rat in there."
Izbahn looks back at Naomi, and is not sure what to make of her comment. Still, she has not done anything to him, yet.
"Well, no, it did not take long, I only found one rat in there."
"He found no rats, only--oh! I gets it!" Darst laughs. Regaining his composure, he continues, "But there is been more than one rat in there. I saw one to five. Twice as one."
"He found no rats, only--oh! I gets it!" Darst laughs. Regaining his composure, he continues, "But there is been more than one rat in there. I saw one to five. Twice as one."
Izbahn looks back at Naomi, and is not sure what to make of her comment. Still, she has not done anything to him, yet.
"Well, no, it did not take long, I only found one rat in there."
Izbahn looks back at Naomi, and is not sure what to make of her comment. Still, she has not done anything to him, yet.
"Well, no, it did not take long, I only found one rat in there."
"Only one? Well, that can't have been much trouble at all, as handy as your are with your club."
Walking behind the group and watching their action, Algar is just wondering what is relationship between these two One is striking with words, sharp as steel but playful. Another one is trying to fence them off with great effort... and the Goblin is like a cook, carefully putting more fire under the pot. Cunning fellow or just ignorant of his surroundings heh.
"Only one? Well, that can't have been much trouble at all, as handy as your are with your club."
Izbahn looks back at Naomi and pauses, "Ahhh...yeah...it was no trouble at all. Glad there was just the one, and I left it alone, should be all right there." He gets a flustered look when he notices naomi staring at him, and a flush starts to reapear on his face.
Izbahn looks back at Naomi and pauses, "Ahhh...yeah...it was no trouble at all. Glad there was just the one, and I left it alone, should be all right there." He gets a flustered look when he notices Naomi staring at him, and a flush starts to reappear on his face.
Izbahn doesn't know how to lie.. Naomi thinks happily.
"Well, I think we can move on to more pressing subjects then, like our next move against those underground."
Walking behind the group and watching their action, Algar is just wondering what is relationship between these two One is striking with words, sharp as steel but playful. Another one is trying to fence them off with great effort... and the Goblin is like a cook, carefully putting more fire under the pot. Cunning fellow or just ignorant of his surroundings heh.
Izbahn doesn't know how to lie.. Naomi thinks happily.
"Yeah, I think we will be ready to go after that demon in the morning."
He looks at Naomi, and asks, "So...uhhh... do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?"
Izbahn looks back at Naomi and pauses, "Ahhh...yeah...it was no trouble at all. Glad there was just the one, and I left it alone, should be all right there." He gets a flustered look when he notices Naomi staring at him, and a flush starts to reappear on his face.Izbahn doesn't know how to lie.. Naomi thinks happily.
"Well, I think we can move on to more pressing subjects then, like our next move against those underground."
Walking behind the group and watching their action, Algar is just wondering what is relationship between these two One is striking with words, sharp as steel but playful. Another one is trying to fence them off with great effort... and the Goblin is like a cook, carefully putting more fire under the pot. Cunning fellow or just ignorant of his surroundings heh.
Oh, and ninja crocodiles? Awesome!
EDIT: ANd ninja wizards. What is the world coming to?
"What, you's just let him get away with it! I says hit him!"
"What, you's just let him get away with it! I says hit him!"
Naomi shrugs.
"Okay." She pulls her mace from her belt and, before Izbahn can react, she swings at him as fast as she can.
Izbahn, after asking his question of Naomi, waits for a response. As she draws her mace and draws back to swing at him, preparing to splatter his brains out on the street pavement, presumably. As he stands there, transfixed, watching the flanged head traveling towards him, his gaze catches her eyes, those startlingly ice blue eyes, and he sees into her soul, sees the rage and also the hurt in her gaze, and also something else, something he did not see before when he looked into a pair of hazel eyes earlier in the day.
He saw…wait…could it be….no? Or maybe it was…love?
Was this love he saw? He wasn’t sure yet, but maybe Desna was looking out for him, as he heard in his heart, a resounding YES.
Now, the fear he felt, the fear of falling in love, melted away like icicles in a hot wellspring.
He is still staring at Naomi, not feeling the mace solidly connect, only brushing against his clothes. Then, before he even realizes it, she is in his arms, and his lips are on hers, kissing her passionately.
What in the Hells?! Naomi thinks as Izbahn's lips connect with hers. For the second time in a week, a man causes Naomi to drop her mace. It clatters unnoticed to the street.
When did he get this brave?
She stands there, surprised at how right this felt.. so this was the kind of love she'd heard about.. She pushes him away to look him in the eyes.
"I guess I can heal you again." She says before returning the kiss. She felt like she was on fire, like she could fly forever with just this moment alone.
"I have.. no other plans for today, brave mage." She murmurs. "But perhaps we should leave the streets behind before people start to stare."
Darst stares.
Algar watches how the... couple are kissing each other, with no single emotion escaping from his face.
Moment later, a muttering voice can be heard Like orcs... mating season... why not hitting to the head with club, but oh, woman already tried... sweat Shelyn, give them a room... and the half-orc turn to look another way, while the muttering continues
What in the Hells?! Naomi thinks as Izbahn's lips connect with hers. For the second time in a week, a man causes Naomi to drop her mace. It clatters unnoticed to the street.
When did he get this brave?She stands there, surprised at how right this felt.. so this was the kind of love she'd heard about.. She pushes him away to look him in the eyes.
"I guess I can heal you again." She says before returning the kiss. She felt like she was on fire, like she could fly forever with just this moment alone.
"I have.. no other plans for today, brave mage." She murmurs. "But perhaps we should leave the streets behind before people start to stare."
Izbahn takes Naomi's hand and starts walking away from the rest of the group, completely forgetting about the others, his eyes only seeing Naomi. Finally a part of him vaguely realizes they still have plans to make.
"I will see you guys for dinner...at the Rusty Dragon...bye."
Naomi stops only to pick up her mace before returning to Izbahn's side and taking his hand in hers. She's walking on air as the head for the Dragon..
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As the sun slowly disappears over the Varisian Bay, Izbahn, Naomi and the others take care of ... personal business before settling in for the night. Little do they know however that Ven Vinder is already spreading tales of what transpired today. The old shopkeeper is both influent and respected in town, so this will hurt the group's reputation.
6th of Rova
Light Drizzle, Colder then the previous days (at least in the morning).
A new day dawns, but the sun isn't visible as this seems like it's going to be another another grey and overcast autumn day. The rain is almost non-existent but this drizzle still make the day cool and wet.
Izbahn wakes after some time has passed surprised to find it is morning. He had completely forgotten about the dinner plans he had made with the others. Of course, looking at a certain pair of ice-blue eyes, he tended to forget everything else, including his breathing, as she took his breath away.
After prepping his spells, and dressing for the weather, he heads down to the Rusty Dragon, not noticing the hostile looks he received from the other townspeople. With Naomi walking hand in hand, all else seemed to fade away.
He sees the other party members waiting for them at the Rusty Dragon and is waved over. He receives a cold glare from the waitress who takes his order. Hearing the gossip from the others, he realizes the Vinders are behind this. Not sure how to tackle this now, (not to mention unwilling to see Shayliss) he decides to put this on the backburner for now.
”So, are we ready to take down the demon?”
Waking up early in the morning, when sun is raising, Algar spent most of the morning outside, stretching and running in the streets. Passing some of the early birds and townspeople, his mind returned slowly back to childhood. This town, the smell... oh, how much I used to run here. Running and hustling, stopping and giving couple test punches towards wall, Algar mind was getting clear.
Later, coming back to Rusty Dragon inn, Algar noticed something had changed. People looked at the party and whispered. Cold stares were given and the whole attitude was like cold water splashed to your face. Closing towards the table, Algar greets others Good morning all. Seems like rumors are spreading fast as he begin to hoard plate full of food
As the sun slowly disappears over the Varisian Bay, Izbahn, Naomi and the others take care of ... personal business before settling in for the night. Little do they know however that Ven Vinder is already spreading tales of what transpired today. The old shopkeeper is both influent and respected in town, so this will hurt the group's reputation.
6th of Rova
Light Drizzle, Colder then the previous days (at least in the morning).
A new day dawns, but the sun isn't visible as this seems like it's going to be another another grey and overcast autumn day. The rain is almost non-existent but this drizzle still make the day cool and wet.
Darst is very miserable. He got caught out in the rain, and the drenched goblin keeps sending glares at Izbahn and Naomi as he wrings out his hat. He grunts in reply to Izbahn.
"Rumors I'll stomp out with a rat hunt of my own." Naomi thinks.
I'd prefer to wait a bit more, but if we're going to have to deal with mis-informed townsfolk, we need to get rid of her quickly."
The Rusty Dragon's common room is busy this morning. As usual for the place, locals mingle with visitors. There's lots of discussion, laughter, noise and staff members who move between the tables serving all the clients. For the first time in a few days, Ameiko is out and about with little signs of her abduction remaining, except for a few bruises. When she notices that you're looking at her, she smiles at you and continues her work.
You've just started enjoying the food and discussing the plans of the day when a young varisian boy come running at your table. He probably hasn't seen much more then 10 winters. He speaks quickly. "Hello sirs ... and madam. Message for you: Watchman Rickon wants to see you at the Glassworks!" With his message delivered, the young boy seems eager to leave but he remain in place, perhaps waiting for something.
The Rusty Dragon's common room is busy this morning. As usual for the place, locals mingle with visitors. There's lots of discussion, laughter, noise and staff members who move between the tables serving all the clients. For the first time in a few days, Ameiko is out and about with little signs of her abduction remaining, except for a few bruises. When she notices that you're looking at her, she smiles at you and continues her work.
You've just started enjoying the food and discussing the plans of the day when a young varisian boy come running at your table. He probably hasn't seen much more then 10 winters. He speaks quickly. "Hello sirs ... and madam. Message for you: Watchman Rickon wants to see you at the Glassworks!" With his message delivered, the young boy seems eager to leave but he remain in place, perhaps waiting for something.
I assume that's enough.
"Hey," Darst hisses to Izbahn. "He wants a tip. You pays him money, like a silver shiny."
The Rusty Dragon's common room is busy this morning. As usual for the place, locals mingle with visitors. There's lots of discussion, laughter, noise and staff members who move between the tables serving all the clients. For the first time in a few days, Ameiko is out and about with little signs of her abduction remaining, except for a few bruises. When she notices that you're looking at her, she smiles at you and continues her work.
You've just started enjoying the food and discussing the plans of the day when a young varisian boy come running at your table. He probably hasn't seen much more then 10 winters. He speaks quickly. "Hello sirs ... and madam. Message for you: Watchman Rickon wants to see you at the Glassworks!" With his message delivered, the young boy seems eager to leave but he remain in place, perhaps waiting for something.
I assume that's enough.
"Hey," Darst hisses to Izbahn. "He wants a tip. You pays him money, like a silver shiny."
Izbahn waves back at Amekio, and thinks, Well, not everyone hates me. Maybe Amekio could help me smooth things over with the Vinders, as long as I don't have to see Shayliss.
When he receives the message concerning the Glassworks, Izbahn's blood runs cold, as he digests the message from the young child. Hurriedly gulping down his biscuit, and washing it down with some juice, he fishes into his pouch, and takes out a silver coin, flipping it to the child.
"C'mon guys, let's go. Breakfast will have to wait, I'm afraid."
The young boy agilely catches the silver coin in mid-air. His eyes go wide as he looks at it but he doesn't stay surprised for too long. "Thanks a lot, mister!" He yells out while running toward the exit.
Naomi sips the last of her tea before standing.
"This day shall be different, this day we will kill the demon, cold iron or no cold iron."
Members of the group swiftly finish up their breakfast and then head for the Glassworks. While the corpses have long been removed, some of our heroes can't help but feel uncomfortable as the remember what happened here just a few days ago. They meet guardsman Rickon at the delivery entrance. He's talking to a fellow guardsman who has his left arm in a sling and a blood-stained bandage around the top of his head. Rickon looks worried and concerned. He greets the group quickly, apparently eager to get to the subject at hand. "Good of you to show up so promptly. There's been an attack last night. A weird humanoid creature with long limbs jumped the guardsmen in the basement, killing one of us and wounding two more before we could forced it to flee back into the dark tunnel. The men aren't cowards but such threat is more unnerving then a few goblins. We simply aren't trained to face such supernatural creatures..." He hesitate for a few seconds while looking at the five 'heroes'. "Without Belor's guidance, I'm unsure what we should do."
Izbahn mutters a curse under his breath, realizing his escapades with Shayliss, not to mention Naomi, may have indirectly led to the death of the guard, and is thankful more troops did not suffer. Fighting off feelings of guilt, he responds gruffly, "Thanks for letting us know, Rickon. I believe we are all ready to take care of this threat once and for all." He looks over to the others, and seeing the look of acknowledgement in their eyes, turns back to Rickon. "If you could please, take us to where you last drove the creature off, and we can take it from there." I hope.
Approaching the Glasswork, Algar looks around the scenery. Memories appear of him running around here for hours, spending time and forgetting everythinga about this world. In his own memories, they arrive to Glasswork and inside Algar looks around. Some of the stuff has been cleaned already, although there is spot here and there, indicating of fight which had been fought not so long time ago.
Rickon coming up and speaking to group about this weird creature makes Algar smile Ahah, worthy opponent? We will see... grappling from throat and then squeezing life out of it should solve the problem. If not, I will just then keep it in one place, while others are bombarding it. All this talking is getting me excited ahahah and as Algar speaks, his eyes glows from tension