Castiel of Fangwood |
Castiel is intimidated.
Castiel takes half a step back and lowers his sword. “Well now ... that sounds reasonable ... I suppose. I don’t think we necessarily need to go all ‘steel of Lastwall’ on ... Wod? Wod with the huge arms and the big axe. Do you Darias? He obviously just wants to enjoy a meal that he is willing to pay for, with his friend George ... who is ... sleeping.”
Castiel turns back to Wod. “Has ... George ... been asleep for some time? What happened to cause him to sleep? Did you ... ah, put him down?”
Wod |
Castiel takes half a step back and lowers his sword. “Well now ... that sounds reasonable ... I suppose. I don’t think we necessarily need to go all ‘steel of Lastwall’ on ... Wod? Wod with the huge arms and the big axe. Do you Darias? He obviously just wants to enjoy a meal that he is willing to pay for, with his friend George ... who is ... sleeping.”
Castiel turns back to Wod. “Has ... George ... been asleep for some time? What happened to cause him to sleep? Did you ... ah, put him down?”
"Ogre hit George with tree. George not feel good now. George help Wod so Wod help George."
Lady Alinya Gurov |
Castiel turns back to Wod. “Has ... George ... been asleep for some time? What happened to cause him to sleep? Did you ... ah, put him down?”
Alinya peers around the men standing between her and possible imminent axe-death. She speaks softly, hoping not to incite a ceiling blood incident, "Why do you have a dead gnome? Are you some sort of Necromancer? I'll have no dealings with the dark arts!"
Can Alinya tell whether the gnome is undead or truly dead without using deathwatch? Perhaps Kn(Religion) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27. Also, loving the thought of an int 7 half-orc Necromancer :)
Wod |
Darias is probably intimidated too.
"Um, so it was an ogre that killed - er, hurt - your companion? Ah, I see. I apologise." He resheathes his sword.
"Perhaps you should take your companion to a healer to, er, assess his condition?"
"People not like Wod, so Wod not know healer people."
I love the look on Darius' face.
Castiel of Fangwood |
“If an ogre hit Wod’s friend with a tree … well, let’s just say I don’t think he’s undead.” Hearing Wod say that people don’t like him, Castiel feels a little bad at his own judgement of the poor wretch (and he’s still acutely aware of the orc’s big axe).
He’s not sure whether or not it would be a wise move to give his professional opinion on George’s condition though.
Edwin Drood |
Edwin, who was looking at Darius to answer his question, is postponed by the newest, large, arrival. He seems nonplussed by the orc, but his hand reaches slowly for his own weapon, although he doesn't draw it.
As the 'introductions' take place, Edwin peers at the orc-blood from under narrowed eyelids. He smirks slightly at Wod's casual intimidation of the warriors.
Kruely, would there have been tales of a particularly large (and brainless) half-orc traveling around 'helping' people that I may have picked up? IF it's ok with you, I'll say I've heard some?
Drood calmly whispers into the tense silence. "The damage done to the poor gnome is consistent with, er, 'Wod's', description of events. Even if it were an undead, it's current state would render any threat negligible." He says wryly.
"I, have heard stories. Of a large Hulking warrior, or monster, that shows up in less-traveled areas, 'helps' if needed, usually by eliminating the problem with extreme prejudice, and then vanishes. I had thought they were all childrens fancies or local legends, but most legends have some basis in fact." He muses.
Diplomacy:
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Edwin stands, straightens his attire, and slowly approaches the table of the disgruntled half-orc.
"Hello Wod, My name is Edwin. I am very sorry that your friend was hurt. I trust that you punished the ogre that hurt George?" He asks the half-orc politely. He speaks as one would to a youngster, not condescendingly, but directly and plainly. He gestures for the bartender to bring a drink to the table. Then indicates it should be a large mug.
dungeonmaster heathy |
Castiel of Fangwood wrote:
Castiel turns back to Wod. “Has ... George ... been asleep for some time? What happened to cause him to sleep? Did you ... ah, put him down?”Alinya peers around the men standing between her and possible imminent axe-death. She speaks softly, hoping not to incite a ceiling blood incident, "Why do you have a dead gnome? Are you some sort of Necromancer? I'll have no dealings with the dark arts!"
Can Alinya tell whether the gnome is undead or truly dead without using deathwatch? Perhaps Kn(Religion) 1d20+10. Also, loving the thought of an int 7 half-orc Necromancer :)
He's dead, Jim.
Castiel of Fangwood |
“You seem ... alright Wod,” says Castiel. “I can’t imagine why people wouldn’t like you. Barkeep!” he turns to the man, gesturing that its ok to come out of hiding from behind the bar now. “See that this paying customer is well looked after.”
Castiel gives Wod a relatively friendly (if somewhat wary) nod and returns to his seat. “He must be a half-orc after all,” he says. “A true orc wouldn’t have backed off like that. Well, there’s no law against being a half-orc ... as such. I suppose we shouldn’t judge him on his appearance. I don’t know what to do about ‘George’ though. I don’t think Wod means badly, but carrying that corpse about like that is illegal and unhygienic! Oh well, at least we can be sure he’s not been invited to the Professor’s funeral.”
Castiel takes a drink, then his eyes narrow. “Say ... maybe if he sees an actual funeral and what it means, we can convince him that his friend needs a proper burial?”
Lady Alinya Gurov |
Lady Alinya Gurov wrote:He's dead, Jim.
"Why do you have a dead gnome? Are you some sort of Necromancer? I'll have no dealings with the dark arts!"Can Alinya tell whether the gnome is undead or truly dead ...
"Well that's a relief. At least we're not going to be eaten by a blasphemous zombie gnome, hungry for brains... or knees... or whatever it can reach." With the calming words of Edwin, and the more relaxed attitude she sees in Castiel and Darias, Alinya sits back down at the table.
"I think I'd like some of the rabbit."
Lady Alinya Gurov |
Castiel takes a drink, then his eyes narrow. “Say ... maybe if he sees an actual funeral and what it means, we can convince him that his friend needs a proper burial?”
"Perhaps. That's scarcely something we can manage tonight though. Oh! I see what you mean - but how would we convince him to come to the Professor's funeral?"
Wod |
Rabbit stew, all around.
He brings a bucket of the stuff out for the hulking mesomorph with the dead gnome.
Description of Wod: Mouth and complexion of Kermit the Frog. Eyes and nose of Shrek. Teeth of 'Sloth' from the Goonies. Hair from Chinese actress Gong Li. Body of Ben Wallace from the Detroit Pistons.
dungeonmaster heathy |
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:Description of Wod: Mouth and complexion of Kermit the Frog. Eyes and nose of Shrek. Teeth of 'Sloth' from the Goonies. Hair from Chinese actress Gong Li. Body of Ben Wallace from the Detroit Pistons.Rabbit stew, all around.
He brings a bucket of the stuff out for the hulking mesomorph with the dead gnome.
I worked with a girl that had the same mouth and facial expression as Shrek.
Myron Swackhammer |
Like most slow, thuggish elbow-happy guys who can't hit free throws, I love Ben Wallace. Wod really should adopt his hairstyle as well.
Edwin Drood |
Sorry, In Mikado rehearsal right now. Supposed to be practicing my music!) ;P
Seeing Wod's generally good attitude, (Meaning he doesn't look like he's going to east George, or anyone else. Tonight.) Edwin continues as the innkeep brings everyone their supper.
"Wod, you do realize that the smaller we are, the more being hit by a tree hurts? I'm afraid that ,... George, is very hurt. He may need to sleep,... a very long time. Possibly forever. They have special places for those who have to sleep forever go to,... lie down. As it happens, I, and most of these good folk, are going to say goodnight to a friend of ours tomorrow so he can lie down for a long time. Perhaps George would like to stay there too? It would be very restful, and you wouldn't have to worry about anyone waking George up. Everyone who goes to a cemetery is always very quiet." Edwin says with a hopeful lilt to his voice.
Wod |
"Wod, you do realize that the smaller we are, the more being hit by a tree hurts? I'm afraid that ,... George, is very hurt. He may need to sleep,... a very long time. Possibly forever. They have special places for those who have to sleep forever go to,... lie down. As it happens, I, and most of these good folk, are going to say goodnight to a friend of ours tomorrow so he can lie down for a long time. Perhaps George would like to stay there too? It would be very restful, and you wouldn't have to worry about anyone waking George up. Everyone who goes to a cemetery is always very quiet." Edwin says with a hopeful lilt to his voice.
<Looks at Edwin suspiciously. Looks at George.>
"You think George not wake up? Him not wake up for long time now. George maybe dead? Why no blood? George still have arms, legs and head."
<Slurps a litre of stew from his bucket.>
Lady Alinya Gurov |
Myron Swackhammer wrote:"Ah, so, Wod, what brings you to this fair place?" Myron looks a little nervous too, after the giant's display."Hungry."
Nice map, like the icons. Will be good to have clear maps when we get into a fight.
Alinya is happy to let the others try and explain the concept of serious internal crushing injuries to Wod. She concentrates on dinner, realising for the first time how hungry and tired she is.
Castiel of Fangwood |
“Well ... you know how when you hit someone with the sharp bit of your axe and open them up, there’s all that squishy, messy stuff inside them? If you hurt that squishy stuff too much, people die, whether or not you cut them open. Now, if you were to hit someone hard enough, with something heavy enough – say a tree – all that squishy stuff will get damaged and the person will probably die, even if they don’t open up. Here – allow me to demonstrate with this squash and this heavy spoon ...”
Darias Bleakstone |
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:Description of Wod: Mouth and complexion of Kermit the Frog. Eyes and nose of Shrek. Teeth of 'Sloth' from the Goonies. Hair from Chinese actress Gong Li. Body of Ben Wallace from the Detroit Pistons.Rabbit stew, all around.
He brings a bucket of the stuff out for the hulking mesomorph with the dead gnome.
It would be nice if the rest of him was like Gong Li too. Ah well...
Darias scrutinises the half-orc carefully (Detect Evil) and then relaxes.
Dr. Nigel Erebus |
"We've rabbit stew, sir! And a great assortment of fine potables. What's your poison, soree!"
"Do you have Chateau Thrune '87? I will abststain from your stew, which I am sure is a delight, but I have a delicate constitution and field rodents boiled in water with root vegetables would have me up all night."
dungeonmaster heathy |
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:"We've rabbit stew, sir! And a great assortment of fine potables. What's your poison, soree!""Do you have Chateau Thrune '87? I will abststain from your stew, which I am sure is a delight, but I have a delicate constitution and field rodents boiled in water with root vegetables would have me up all night."
He brings out something labeled "Bj'kevih Joluvpshkoi" and says "even better!" It has a picture of a fisherman in a boat, and mermaids putting fish on his hook below the water.
Dr. Nigel Erebus |
"The stew's actually not bad at all."
*slurp*
Dr Erebus turns to this new speaker
"Ah! I do not doubt that the sage innkeep's potation is a virutal paragon among stews, but many years of study and strife against Things Best Left Unmentioned have left me of with a delicate balance of bodily humors. One false meal and I could be transported into a veritable abyss of torment!"
He turns back to the innkeep, eyes the bottle and sighs slightly.
"Well, when in Ustalav ..."
He flips a golden coin at the inkeep
"I shall take the bottle, and please start up a tab. Refresh this gentleman's libation if you would good churl."
He bows
"My name is Dr. Nigel Erebus, student of arcane matters both mundane and esoteric."