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Nikola makes a 'hmph' noise, his expression empty. "If that's how you want it," he says, and slips his cane into his hand, removing his hat with a flourish.
Seeing the situation play out, and the mace going into the male fetchling's kneecap. That brought back bad memories of when he experimented with bludgeoning damage instead of slashing. It wasn't the best of ideas, but he was young...
That being said, the mere idea of him going to hit the female fetchlings, though he couldn't see which of the 2 looked better, infuriated Mavis. A woman's body, no matter what race, is a temple and is only allowed to be touched when the man is given permission. That's what the Succubi in the church taught him, and it made good sense. Besides, he'd never had any trouble getting permission.
That being said, he tightened his grip on his whip and made it a point to crack it on the floor, making sure to snib one of the nearby citizens to get the point across. He cracked it twice, rather quickly.
"That's enough of this gallivanting! One of those bits of filth touches me, and I promise I'll peel one of you! Be gone!
He said as he made his way towards the gallows, getting closer to the ropes.
initativeJeroi made a gesture with his hands and simply disappeared (vanish spell).
Lucien Groy, who stood before the Jeroi had instinctively charged forward adding his bulk for momentum. The priest had seen that bulging mass within his aggressor's attack swell and move about. With his mace, he collided with Jeroi, impaling the frail man with the top end of the finely crafted mace.
"WHY OYLA, WHY DID THEY HAVE TO TAKE YOU!!!! he cried out while seeing the madness take over.
Meanwhile, a sadder fate awaited the remaining guardsmen. To the rightmost of the ghastly gallows was a thin looking man. Though his body has so much room within the ill crafted armor, several hands had secured a grip around the guard's ankle. In one fell swoop, he had been pulled off the gallows and was swarmed by the crowd.
Seeing his mate get pulled, Earnest, a short bearded man had brandished a cestus, and began punching wildly around him – issuing his desperate control of the crowd. While his fists had made contact, there were too many folks trying to tear him down.
The proud fighter had brandished a menacing weapon. It wasn't like any conventional weapon by any means – a whip with embedded razors. There was a pocket of townsfolk who brawled and bashed against eachother, who nearly knocked the Dwarf off his mount.
“CRAAAACK” Mavis' whip sounded like thunder as it found a hard surface within the mob. For a quick moment, it was very apparent that the proud fighter had gotten their attention. Their glazed eyes focused on Mavis as his whip had commanded their fear. Another snap and townsfolk were fleeing for their lives.
To that affect, he could hear the several murmors of fear spread amongst the raging crowd.
Torag's champion had taken a spot within the crowd near Mavis. Even though his mount, Hayna provided Fearn with a vantage point above the mass of sprawling humans fleeing from Mavis' display – he wasn't sure if his crossbow bolt would reach one of the captive's rope.
With a path clear ahead of him, he felt as though Torag had presented an opening for his faithful.
Father Jeroi, reeling in from the captain's attack had seemingly vanished before the surly man. Groy had looked about in a confused state, but had pressing matters at hand. Much of the crowd had erupted into a fit – but he was elated for justice will soon deliver the fetchlings responsible for his town's woe to death.
”Lots thats gonna do fer you father. All are bound fer the graveyard, eh?” Commented Groy, who had begun to sweat from his physical exertion.
But through it all, the starry witch had remained a beacon of patience and tempered wisdom. Standing confidently while all this happened, Groy had gotten a glimspe and showed quickened desperation.
do we roll initative again to determine rounds or go in the current order?
Walking through the running crowd, he saw one of the ropes. The dwarf wouldn't be able to shoot one of the ropes, and even then, it probably wouldn't break. Mavis coined in on one of the ropes, taking account of the fact that the male's leg had been wounded.
He considered his options. He assumed the paladin would be taking care of Lucien, as he'd just hit a priest with his mace. He grinned a little at the fact, but it was immediately stifled because the fetchlings were still in moderate amounts of trouble.
He wasn't particularly worried about the well-being of the priest, as his choice of events were rather poor. He'd grill him on that later, assuming he lived. If he did, he'd make sure to get his point across, but if not, time saved.
That being said, he unravels his whip, and spins it a little, carefully making sure that it didn't get caught in his scythe. He attempts to crack the whip well enough just to slice the rope. Easy enough, right?
And it whips just as he'd hoped.
"Are you familiar with the sign of the star?" he asks Lucien, striding forward. Without his cane to lean on, Nikola does not topple, but instead walks with the awkward gait of someone who is wearing a single heavy boot-- a prisoner's learned walk after years of being manacled, perhaps.
He cuts a V with his fingers and stares at Lucien with a smirk on his face. His iris, for an instant, glows with ill intent.
"They'll sing songs about you, my friend," he assures him with a deriding laugh.
Fearn drives his heels into Hayna's flanks and the horse leaps forward to the gallows edge.
Ride, guide with knees
As he goes he draws forth his warhammer and sweeps it along the gallows edge at Croy's ankles.
War hammer ...
Jeroi quickly positioned himself and jurled himself at Groy's back attack role
The Captain of the Guard had laughed heartily as his weapon had made contact with the Pharasmin. Up ahead though several more faces had come forward, a mounted dwarf, an old man and their supermodel friend. But this didn't matter much for a distraught Groy.
Returning his gaze backward for a strike, something was a miss - was gone!.
He stared in disbelieve, and nothing seemed to make sense. Before him the crowd continued in a frenzy - as people clawed each other to get at the fetchlings.
It was one crazed mob.
"*panting*..Now look what yuv done. Town's gone made. Adventurers...always" he said with an angered voice.
While this happened, ' savage weapon had found its mark - but it wasn't enough to destroy the rope's fibers. Siezing the moment, had delivered a sweeping blow hitting Lucien's fat ridden legs. He gave an oof and puffed.
standing calm and assured had garnered the Guard Captain's focus, and had placed a hex on the man, rendering Lucien with an odd and forboding omen. He seemed to whimper about his daughter.
"Oylaa.....
Breaking his invisbility, Father Jeroi had tried to surprise Lucien, but had mistimed his strike - standing in a stretching pose right infront of the big man, catching full wind of his fearsome demeanor.
Despite his best wishes, the rope doesn't break. Knowing that cracking the whip again would be futile, he chooses to Break into a run, noting the cleared crowd.
In a fluid movement, he throws his whip, circled tightly, on the gallows while reaching his hands up to grab the hilt of his crimson scythe, landing on the wooden boards. With his full body weight behind it, he swings at the weakened ropes just above the fetchlings head.
The blade sinks, finding it's mark cleanly.
As the rope fell, and the fetchling proceeded to catch her breath, a single question crossed his mind.
Oyla?
He didn't venture it long, as the other fetchlings seemed to be struggling to breathe, and would no doubt die shortly. He thanked Zura that they botched these executions so... miserably
Jeroi reckonized that was now the time to vanish....this time for at least a few days.
Casting the vanish spell and fleeing as soon as my turn comes up.
Nikola leaps into action, slipping beneath the gallows with strange alacrity for a person who walks with the aid of a cane-- he moves as if he were linked by a manacle and chain to a ball, awkwardly and stilted, but quick. He lifts both hands up as if to grip a fetchling's feet, but instead steps away to the other. Standing underneath the struggling fetchlings and trying to brace their feet with his cane, Nikola looks up and speaks: "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
At the same time, the other fetchling begins to slowly find their footing in mid-air-- strange, cold airs wafting underneath the gallows.
"Don't be alarmed," he says. "It's only magic."
"BACK FER MORE, PHARASMIN! I KNOW YOU HAD A PLOT IN MY DAUGHTER'S DEATH TO! YOU'RE GONNA BRING ER BACK TO ME OR I'LL SEND YOU TO BONEYARD WHERE YA BELONG!!!"Bellowed Groy, who was getting fatigued from combat. Having been more of a watchdog that actual warrior, Lucien Groy had let himself go - enjoying much of the "donations" from the town.
Finding his mark with the now visible Father Jeroi, Lucien had brought all his might into one powerful blow aiming downward and impaled his weapon on the priest's head. Blood began to flow down as if it was a crown of thorns giving the Jeroi searing pain. .
While Lucien was busy attacking a shady follower of Pharasma, the heroes(?) had attended towards the fetchling situation. Mavis, who strode in like it was nobody's business flourished his warscythe with a graceful ease. Skilled from emplying its uses for pleasure and devotion to Zura, he easily swiped at a rope dangling a fetchling girl he saw earlier. The crimson weapon destroyed the damaged rope's fibers.
At his feet sat a beaten and hurt shadowling girl who looked up at him with big glowing eyes. She couldn't say a word, still in shock from everything that had happened. She reached forward and attemped to kiss Shadrick's feet. In that moment, it felt like their was a connection between the two. Though, tired and fatigued, she had collapsed to the ground.
Kearn, taking control of the situation switched to his Crossbow. Readying the hunting weapon towards Lucien, who already showed signs of fatigue made a bold claim hoping to quell the unnecessary mob violence.
"You've made your point Lucien, but hurting the innocent doesn't bring back the fallen. Imagine, how Olya feel about you becoming a monster?"
Nicola, more sensible and focused on the matter had defeated the perception of being a useless man by performing a heroic action. Levitating the remaining fetchling female with his magic, Nicola switched to bracing the male with his cane.
The crowd at this point had dwindling down coming to their senses. As for the guards, one had fled out of fear, and one was swept away.
Admiring the situation with a sense of accomplishment and moderate glee towards his dark master, Shadrick simply stood there for a moment as he took in the situation. Fortunately, he was much more profound with his scythe and knew it didn't require much to cut the ropes.
It simply sliced through like butter, though the girl didn't fall immediately. He wasn't aware of what was causing that, but he merely assumed the witch had been involved.
He took his thoughts back to the moment, taking in every bit of information. Groy was revealing some serious fatigue, the pig. He brought his thoughts together, not that worried about his ability to save the other fetchling as the women were much more important in his laws. The connection he felt was a bit strange, however, and he would be sure to explore it later.
"Rest... now. The both of you. I'll handle this."
he said, as he looked over at the last fetchling.
fortitude roll
Fearn glanced over at the fetchlings with satisfaction and nodded to Mavis and Nicola. Then he quickly returned his attention to the captain.
"Groy, no one's dead yet. No one has to die. Put down that mace and let's talk."
"YOU DON'T KNOW DWARF. SURE YOUR KIND LIVES FOR CENTURIES AND IN THAT TIME, FAMILY'S GROW AND BLOSSOM...or FORGE IN YOUR CASE. BUT FOR ME...I'VE NO ONE LEFT! blubbered Groy as he cried tears of rage while clutching a simple looking pendant.
"TELL ME DWARF, DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE LOSING SOMEONE???? THERES NOTHING LEFT OF HER, I CANT EVEN SEE TO HER G&*@#$N BURIAL!!! SO DON'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU CAN TALK ME DOWN WITH YOUR "RIGHTEOUS" WORDS.
Clutching his mace, he waved it around, further taunting the paladin who was still mounted infront of the gallows.
Meanwhile, the remaining fetchlings had been safely removed from their bondage. The male amongst them who had a mohawk of thin black hair shifted about nervously expecting that his rescuers wanted their own justice.
Raising swollen and bloody knuckles, he took a position infront of a smaller fetchling.
"You may have saved me and my sisters, humans, but don't think you'll give us to the others!" he cried defensively. Looking rather young, probably in his 20s ()He bared his teeth and flashed bold yellowed eyes, but beneath his desperate appearance, his legs were shaking violently.
The remaining female fetchling had tapped on her brother's shoulder. "Sergei...they're not like the others. We could've easily been rended...but...they showed mercy, yet unknown of Karpad's struggles..."
Sergei had eased his fists, and casted a downward glance. Even if part shadow, he was very much a young adult.
At least Groy's talking. Fearn lowers the crossbow. "Hath not a dwarf eyes? Hath not a dwarf, hands, organs, dimensions, sense, affections, passion. Dwarves know love and loss the same as humans. I see a man who has lost much and stands to cast all away. Talk to us, Lucien Groy. Perhaps we can help you."
Diplomacy
Noticing the complete lack of ruckus filling the air, and the surprisingly freed male halfling that just sort of seemed to walk out of his noose, the fight was taking a turn for the not-so-silly. Perfect.
He knelled down, studying the unconscious fetchling. He stifled a smirk of disapproval.
"Truly, is this any way to treat a lady?"
He looked over at the overzealous boy, worried he may cause further injury. He wasn't as good with men as he was with women, so he gandered over at the other female one.
"My fair woman, worry not. This girl is in better hands than you can ever imagine..."
He said, as he slowly poured one of his more potent health potions down her mouth, carefully, as not to spill.
Lucien Groy, stood there for a moment as tears began flowing down his corpulent face. The proud father had slump down to his knees, letting go of his weapon and anger. He had bursted into a crying mess letting the frustration of his life and current events flow from him like a broken dam.
"Paladin...I don't know anymore. My only daughter, the only person I cared fer in this world is gon...I did what any father would've done....
His leathered hands were stained and soiled from his abuse of power. Shameless, he began tearing off his vestments of office, tossing the eye-sword sigil to the ground where the crowd had once stood.
"I'm a broken man, I've nothing left in this world...."
= = = =
Meanwhile, Mavis had tended towards the fetchling resting in his lap. The girl's strength was slowly coming back.
She looked upwards, gazing into the light yellow eyes of Shadrick Mavis. She felt comfort and gave a wry smile as she was still fatigued from her forray with the guards. In a barely audible whisper, the young woman spoke to her savior.
"Thank...you... she said while slowly going back to sleep. Had it not been for her stark hair and exotic marble skin, Delia would've caught the eye of many a suitor.
Segei was taken aback, his mouth forming a big gape. "B..b.b..." he stuttered as his older sister Marius looked upon.
"Brave heroes...it is not safe for us here. My brother and sister must retreat towards , less more humans may take predjudice upon us. But we...are thankful" Marius had said with a small head nod, unsure of the adventure's customs.
Shadrick takes a moment to hear the girl out. He'd almost say he was attached to the exotic girl he held in his arms. These 3 were in no shape to head back to that part of Nidale... The man he didn't much care about, but one of the women was literally so beaten that she's asleep. Cute.
He turned to the brother, whom unfortunately could barely stand as of his wounded leg. He overheard Lucien mention his daughter again, but figured the dwarf was self-righteous enough to handle that on his own. He looked over at the other woman.
"You, young one. I will... He stopped for a moment to think.
He turned his head to the paladin.
"Fearn! Good dwarf. I shall find you shortly. I will be escorting these fair ladies and their friend back to their homes. It's much too un-safe here. I shall return shortly. I'll leave you to the witch and priest."
His head turned back around to meet the fetchlings, and he knelled down once more, but only partially.
"Escort me to your homes. I shall carry your friend. While we walk, I wish to know more of this Nidale."
Nikola shambles up the dead-drop onto the top of the gallows with all of the grace of a heavy stone. He heaves himself up with his cane and brushes himself off.
"We'll take you there," he says to the girl that Mavis isn't fawning over, and mysteriously dons his missing hat. "It'd be dangerous to go alone as you are, especially after this debacle."
"On that note-- miss, do you mind looking to see if anyone else might be coming? You're in a much better position for that right now than I am."
If she agrees?
"This debacle was only unsafe because of the foolishness of that Pharasman priest. I will be perfectly fine alone, and I will not be long.
Marius nodded slowly, unaccustomed to the sudden hospitality from the human. In her eyes, he may have seemed like a saint, and for good measure to. Everything about Shadrick Mavis spoke oh his confidence and ideals - a burning beacon of hope within a desolate community - or so thought Marius. It could've been from the edorphins seeping within her nervous system, Marius had seem elated, and was oblivious as to how she was elevated as well!
"None....have peered upon...us...
Keeping an eye on her wary brother, the fetchlings, Mavis and Nicola had ventured towards the slumpt group of shacks that fetchlings were "assigned" to.
At first, it appeared to be empty, save for several ill fitted rags that functioned as doors that swung in the chilly Nidalese breeze.
Mavis couldn't help but to feel like he was watched, as if he had entered a foreign colony.
Sergei, had looked about and gave an unearthly whistle.
Slowly, yellow tinted eyes could be seen within the broken windows and door frames.
"All is fine...we've a new friend" said Marius as the fetchling community came to greet the new comers.
Upon walking just to the outskirts of the fetchling's living quarters, he noticed the beady eyes start to come out of the wood work. They looked nice enough, but they were all obviously terrified. He'd get to the bottom of that shortly, but, for now, he was more concerned with the ones he was already with
"Your people seem frightened... Tell me, what are your names? I know that the boy is Sergia, but, I don't know the name of the young thing here in my arms, or you."
Lucien Groy, stood there for a moment as tears began flowing down his corpulent face. The proud father had slump down to his knees, letting go of his weapon and anger. He had bursted into a crying mess letting the frustration of his life and current events flow from him like a broken dam.
"Paladin...I don't know anymore. My only daughter, the only person I cared fer in this world is gon...I did what any father would've done....
His leathered hands were stained and soiled from his abuse of power. Shameless, he began tearing off his vestments of office, tossing the eye-sword sigil to the ground where the crowd had once stood.
"I'm a broken man, I've nothing left in this world...."
Fearn carefully lays his crossbow down, then struggles from the saddle directly onto the gallow's deck. He considers his options: chastisement, derision, detachment, exhortation, encouragement?
"The father's burden is a dear one, Lucien Groy. I can see the price you've paid, the love you bear for your child. Is it truly too late? Has she gone to face Pharsma's judement?"
***** Before the Shadow Row group departs *****
"Fearn! Good dwarf. I shall find you shortly. I will be escorting these fair ladies and their friend back to their homes. It's much too un-safe here. I shall return shortly. I'll leave you to the witch and priest."
"Pardon me a moment, Captain." Fearn turns to look at Mavis, Nicola, and the fetchlings. "Bring me the boy. I have some skill with healing. Sometimes a joint is not truly broken, but merely out of place. A knowledgeable and well meant touch can set it to rights."
If Sergei presents himself, Fearn will lay hands on him. No reason the boy has to limp on a broken leg.
"Torag is the master smith. We are but iron in his hands. "
*****
Beat up but not shaking Jeroi limps off to the woods where he keeps his cart, it was time to begin his rise to power and for that the bumbling friar of Pharasma disguise was no longer useful. Fortunetely he had easily a dozen other disguises available to him.
Also, Sergei, still reserved and hesistant presented his bum leg towards the Paladin for healing at request of his older sister, Marius. Sergei is healed for 6 pts of dmg.
Gathering within the streets of Shadow Row, a sprawling community of outcasts marginalized by the growing paranoia, racism and disease that had swept much of Karpad, Mavis and his motley crew of adventurers seemed like god-sent messiahs in the yellowed eyes of the shadowfolk.
Some of the older fetchlings whose skinned looked like rumbled wax tempered with ages worth of worrying clung tightly to their children - still cognizant of the cruelty passed upon by their "full human" neighbors.
Marius, who served as a guide and spokesperson addressed Shadrick's question.
"The youngest of my family, of which is in your embrace is my dearest sister, Delia. Though she's the countenance of but a child, she is well entering her adult years. If she is burden, our home is but several down" Her glowing yellow eyes squinted and looked deeply at the heroes, hoping that her broken common was sufficient for communication.
"You must forgive us, as we rarely accept foreigner's within our residence, such who show kindness unknown to Fetchling-kin. Several more demi humans had emerged from their shacks, looking upon the group with great interest.
Segei, who was able to walk better thanks to the aid of Torag's faithful spoke up, albeit with a brash attitude. "Fetchlings...here. But you...why here? Bad place...for non Karpad..." he said while rubbing his rope burned wrists.
- Excellent.
Nikola scratches his neck and looks around himself. He'd heard of these fetchling, shadow-kin, but not much and only retained a little of the information he'd heard. What he did know was that they were rare-- to see this many at once was fairly interesting. What plane were they from again? They were like... tieflings, right? "Your town's got quite the number," he muses out loud.
"So, you're kept under the boot-heels of the rest of the city, but why? Perhaps it's a Chelish dynamic... Why is here a bad place for us? We're people, just like you. Simple enough."
"And... what language do you speak here? Is Taldane not your first? Porozumět? ເຂົ້າໃຈ? समझे?"
*Varisian, Aklo, Abyssal: Understand?
"I, myself, was here on special business, but it looks like I got to skip my meeting... As for the reason we ended up helping, well, we all had our reasons. ... ... Although the priest certainly made the situation worse for you, didn't he?"
He thought back to Lucien, who he left with the Dwarf.
"So... Delia?" He said, looking down at her. "Sergia" looking at the male fetchling. "And Marius, were it? I trust that being so... exiled, it seems, that your people keep close watch on the village from the shadows. You have the skin for stealth, obviously... Would you happen to know of anything... dangerous in karpad? Aside from, oh, I don't know. Everything?
[i]He had to stifle back a grin. The situation at hand was pretty grim, and humor wasn't his best forte.
Amongst the crowd were murmurs spoken in a tongue unfamiliar to the heroes.
The fetchlings stood in silence as the older tattoed human had emitted a series of cacophonous sounds, garnering no response but wonder and awe.
Catching up the reigns of being a socialite, Mavis had proposed his own series of questions, of which Marius had taken the lead on.
"The priest's...manner..tighter than very noose. She had remarked with disgust.
Sergei, not wanted to miss an opportunity had cut off her sentence in mid sentence. You...right, we had the blessing of the shadow - all the better to hide he had remarked with shame.
Whispers and almost cooing was made - a litany of sadness inspired by generations of hatred.
Marius had given a hard look, and offered a smile revealing yellowed teeth.
"Forgive us kind sirs...the fetch...my people have only known one way...ever since the exile." Stroking her hands, she had seemed like an entranced wounded animal, preaching its past.
"They say that the white ones...men of the Uskwood...venture even to Karpad. Their..odd..ways permeate these lands, corrupting nature...dark things..." Marius said cryptically, reliving those haunted memories.
The fetchling children had made a fearsome display of acting like the white walkers, clawing and playfully biting each other.
Another fetching, an older, but wizened countenance wrapped in red linnen had emerged. His body bore the weathering of one who'se seen plenty of scars, reaching as far back as the great revolt.
The fetchlings near him showed respect and lowered their heads.
"Ah..so the prophesies were true..., a man embolded by the fire would help light this darkness. I, Khor would know. remarked the elder. He seemed to take particular interest, as he hovered around Mavis.
"Ah...my child's child is save... said Khor, caressing the soft black hair of grandchild. "We've a saying amongst these parts...The Mansion is home to more than the Baron...".
He hobbled around, eyeing up the other adventures as well.
Poking at the 7 pointed star on Nicola's back, smiling at the design. "Such color in these grayed lands....
Taking interest at the mention of the baron
What else would that mansion be home to?
It was time to pop off merrily to the fetchlings and hope the children liked a talented juggler...if he won over the children the adults would relax their guard.
Fizzban should look say 40, his entertainers outfit should appear like a slightly worn but still flashy piece of clothing. And later on (and with more gold) I will need the oppertunity to acquire more items for my disguises. Like a fortune tellers deck etc....
Equipment loadout for Fizzban entertainers outfit, jugglers kit, using disguise skill 1d20+7+2+10 (according to core your supposed to make the roll in secret) modifers are 7 (my skillpoints plus cha mod), 2 (disguise kit) and spell disguise self. I also carry a series of old, yellow but not moldy carnival documents.
After healing the boy, Fearn returns to the conversation with Groy.
"So your daughter's been missing five days. How was she when you saw her last? Was she doing anything unusual that day? Who saw her last?"
Khor's face grew grim, shadows adding further definition within his care worn face. "As a boy, I knew the manor, to be home to decadence and wealth - a time when even this town had more than one color.."
Surrounded with an of air of importance, he continued his tale, hoping to shed light (no pun intended) on his people's misfortune.
"Stephan, is but of 3 brothers, of which had eyes for power and lust. We, know little of what became of the others. But in time, hate replaced love, and we soon befell the fate of demi-human..." Khor had said casting a downward gaze. Within the fragile shell of a demi human had lived on the distant memories of what once could've been.
Marius, concerned for her family and the treatment of the heroes had beseeched the Elder for permission.
"Khor, these lightbearers, had risked their lives for fetchling kind. Can we recompense? said the eldest sister with a guttural tongue.
Without hesistation, the fetchling elder looked upon the heroes with a saddened smile, and offered them respite.
"Though we are a meager lot, surviving off scraps, we've cots and meal to share if you wish.."
= = = =
"Well...it had been me. I turned my head to fetch a present I had worked on for my wee one. And when I returned...she was gone...".
Fizzban arrived at the entrance to shadow row and spotted one particularly annoyed looking fetchling who glared daggers at him.
Tis a fine evening for a spot of entertainment, pray tell me would you be kind enough to offer an old Jester lodging in exchange for say a bit of juggling? Diplomancy check
"So she was taken from your yard and there were no witnesses? Why did you suspect the fetchlings?"
He considers the option for a moment, but politely declines with a wave of his hand.
"I'm afraid we're well-kept, and these fair ladies do, instead, need their sustenance. Would be rude to... take from them." He says with a bit of a grin.
[i]He looks down at the girl in his arms.
"Are you well enough to walk, dear girl?
As he asks this question, he spins around to see a sort of jester show.
He recalls the fetchlings being alienistic towards outsiders. He was oddly hoping they'd be hostile to the newcomer.
The appearance of the entertainer did not go well.
The children who had been playing like white walkers had been shrieked in terror, fleeing from the intrusive entertainer. Some kids began to cry, fearing the mismatched and obnoxiously bright colors that adorned the individual.
Khor had scooted a backward step, producing defensive hands. The wily youth, Sergei had barred teeth, and scrabbled for rocks to throw at the intruder.
Things didn't seem so well. Marius, the more understanding of the community had attempted to make sense of the situation.
"WHAT CRUELTY YOU HAVE TO..VISIT US AT THIS TIME? WHO...YOU...THINK YOU ARE???" he said while tearing.
Holding his hand to his face, the weary jester sighs.
I am not of this village I am simply an old, weary jester that once made children laugh, it seems to my great sorrow that I have lost that talent.
"Groy? Are you all right?"
"SHE WAS RIGHT TH..tHERE!!! AND I DIDN'T EVEN...HAVE..THE CHANCE TO TELL HER HOW MUCH I LOVED HER"Said the distraught father as he punched with all his might into the wooden gallows, achieving physical pain to overcome the emotional. The dwarf had stared on, watching the scene develop before him.
Lucien Groy, guard captain and now forlorn father had little left.
"Be it whatever it may, Dwarf. I'm out to find my daughter's killer. If it helps ya, I'll bring you to where I last saw here...den again, I can't have you stoppin' me every way. Doesn't Torag preach about us followin' our own way?"
Pulling himself up, Groy's mass had jiggled under the stain of his girth. Re aligning his belt and studded leather armor, he proceeded down a pair of stairs to the gallow's size and stood a good deal of distance from Fearn.
= = = =
The children, who were more frightened than ever at the intrusive human had brandished rocks and began tossing it at the entertainer, hoping to drive him off.
Khor, who had been frightened mustered the courage to speak.
"You are not welcomed here. Only these individuals who have saved Fetchling kind can enter...you are but a perversion and offensive to our way. BEGONE...PLEASE"
Other fetchling had joined in as well, baring teeth and making threatening sounds. Though a morose and dispondent community, when it came to dealing with outsiders, the fetchlings were more than capable of expressing their opinion.
"SHE WAS RIGHT TH..tHERE!!! AND I DIDN'T EVEN...HAVE..THE CHANCE TO TELL HER HOW MUCH I LOVED HER"Said the distraught father as he punched with all his might into the wooden gallows, achieving physical pain to overcome the emotional. The dwarf had stared on, watching the scene develop before him.
Lucien Groy, guard captain and now forlorn father had little left.
"Be it whatever it may, Dwarf. I'm out to find my daughter's killer. If it helps ya, I'll bring you to where I last saw here...den again, I can't have you stoppin' me every way. Doesn't Torag preach about us followin' our own way?"
Pulling himself up, Groy's mass had jiggled under the stain of his girth. Re aligning his belt and studded leather armor, he proceeded down a pair of stairs to the gallow's size and stood a good deal of distance from Fearn.
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The children, who were more frightened than ever at the intrusive human had brandished rocks and began tossing it at the entertainer, hoping to drive him off.
Khor, who had been frightened mustered the courage to speak.
"You are not welcomed here. Only these individuals who have saved Fetchling kind can enter...you are but a perversion and offensive to our way. BEGONE...PLEASE"
Other fetchling had joined in as well, baring teeth and making threatening sounds. Though a morose and dispondent community, when it came to dealing with outsiders, the fetchlings were more than capable of expressing their opinion.
The jester vanishs and then speaks to one of the fetchlings from the gallows via message,
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Nikola turns to the fetchlings and holds up his hands. "So racism goes both ways? Why does there need to be violence and anger? We should calm ourselves and lend an ear to rational discussion."
Nikola turns back to the clown to discover he is gone.
Almost immediately, his expression becomes stone. No one turns invisible on a Varisian without a plan. It was a definite sign of threat-- one he had to treat immediately seriously.
Austus rouses himself from Nikola's cloak. The creature gazes upon the emptiness and glances to Nikola, who looks back into it's eyes.
Lost someone, he feels.
Strange smell, it feels.
The need to find it, he communicates.
Over there, it feels.
Nikola thrusts out a hand, his ferret dropping unceremoniously to the ground and war-dancing in the direction of the strange scent.
Close? he feels, waiting for the time to strike.
If he's close, I'm hitting my familiar and the area he's in with faerie fire.
If he's far, I'm just recalling my familiar since he's likely run away.
If he attacks my familiar and vanish drops, I'm hitting him with blindness.
Decide with Viluki which one he likely is-- did he pitch and run right after vanish or did he just move away? Or did he run more than 30 feet away in that action, invalidating my familiar's scent?
Shadrick heaves a heavy sigh, still holding the girl in his arms. He looks down at her, and she's frightened and practically buried into him... It'd be adorable, if there wasn't a riot behind him.
He looked over at the spot where the man had vanished from thin air... and a thought clicked in his head.
The priest back at the gallows, which caused all of this initial chaos vanished from sight. He did so twice. He had plenty of vision of the occurences, and showed up shortly before their situation with Lucien Groy.
This... This man. The one that had just appeared, only to have rocks thrown at him, had also just vanished from sight. This, to anyone, would have been an obvious assumption. It was a bit of a hunch, but, he knew for a fact that the first man to disappear earlier today caused him a ton of problems.
And this one just did, too.
Mavis turned around, unsure, but concerned and heavily irritated.
"I don't know where you came from, why you're here, or anything about you. You disappear like the man earlier, who caused the near-death and knee-injury of the boy. I think I'm allowed to hate those that disappear now, right? You're "kind" has caused me so much trouble today... I don't know where you're running off too, but hear me on this.
The next person that shows up out-of-place, I am killing, do you hear me? I will end them. It will be your fault, and it may even be you, but most certainly, I will kill them. It will be painful, and I hope I have one of the fletchlings here to watch me do it..."
Using message on Shadrick since my caster lvl is lvl 4 I am allowed to speak to four targets at once if I want it that way.
Also you should note that you are a player of the Game, yet you have no knowledge in it's rules and traditions. If you want power you will accept me as your mentor. If you do not then I promise that your ending will not be a good one. After all what women would love an old, dying man with no wealth or status of nobility? You know what I speak is true, so you can either accept my offer and become the Baron of this village or you can linger in obscurity, destined to die a pauper.