She appears to by lying, and also wanting to polish your sword... gigitty
Kus-Kus trailed back along, bickering with Narvolo occasionally and generally sounding uninterested with what was going on between this woman and Eleazar. Kerak was okay, he supposed... but his stupid crab kept nipping at his tail, annoying him. Nic seemed to be the only one he could stand to be around, accent aside.
"Something's bothering me about that crypt; goblins aren't normally this cunning or organized. And... there's something else bothering me... didn't want to say it in front of Sheriff Shinycap, but... there was another set of tracks at the crypt. Much bigger than a goblin. I've heard about Tobyn and the old church, but I can't see why those warty little buggers would want his bones now... hmmm..."
Kus-Kus trudged along, wracking his little brain for any clue or memory that might aid him in this mystery.
Nic elbows Eleazar slyly in the ribs. The Rusty Dragon will be there yet when you are finished, neh. I will gladly to save you a seat, for the later, da. Pretty girls do not always have need for big strong man to assist them, ja.
Turning to Kus-Kus, away from the Eleavar and his paramour, How many are the goblin tribes around Sandpoint, yeh? Could they be joined together, like a wagon convocation, great celebration or point of retribution? When the fFolk have been threatened or slain, many times related families they would combine ja, to punish the offenders. Great strife, but if no one protect the fFolk, the fFolk protect. Your junk goblins, they like this?
Eleazar turns to his companions "I will join you after i helped this pretty lady"[/b].
"Lead the way lass. It might take more than a few minutes to finish the job. I am quite thorough.
Eleazar beraks from the party, instructing you all that he will meet you at the dragon after he... checks her cellar.
When you arrive back at the Rusty Dragon you find Aldern Foxglove, the man you rescued from the goblins just a few days ago. "Ah, there they are" he says. Defenders of Sandpoint. I was hoping I'd get a chance to see you before I had to leave. You know, I'm headed out to tickwood for a boar hunt this afternoon. I'd love for you all to accompany me."
Narvolo looks confused. "Why hunt boring? Most hunts fun. Narvolo show yu fun hunt."
"Um, yes well... wonderful then. And the rest of you?"
Nic looks a little reserved, unused to the attention, but tries to put on an appreciative face. I am believing Master Foxgrove, that though hunting will be new to me, da, it would be a great honor, to attend this boar with you today. When should we and where would we be to attend your boar hunt, yeh. I am unfamiliar, ja, with this Tickwood. Is it being nearby?
"Sheriffs and highborns, both seeking me out. Would any of my chavi think it so, yeh?"
"A keen sense of compassion you have Kerak, but Ameiko has already agreed to prepare the boar for us all," He says with a slight nod.
He looks to Nicolae. "Tickwood is not far. In fact, my wagon waits outside as we speak."
"Five tribes in total, that I know off. Most of them bicker among each other... if they've gotten wise and started working together, that spells bad news for Sandpoint. Hemlock's tough, but you'll need a decent standing militia to deal with an army of the little buggers..." Kus-Kus seemed... different as he pondered things. For once, he wasn't calling the sheriff 'Baldy' and his tone seemed almost concerned for the town. Though it seemed to pass when he ran into Foxglove again.
Oh sweet country-fried cock-a-doodle-do, this nutjob again... he thought, before the promise of a hunt for pigs caught his attention. "Boars? Alrighty, now you're speaking my language, Foxy. You want a hunter, you've got the best in town!" His gaze quirked up at Kerak as he spoke. "Oh yeah. I'm sure a fisherman and his pet crab are the perfect choice for tracking a wild pig."
The wagon doesnt take you to Tickwood, but instead to the Goblin Squash Stables. He buys each of you a light horse and then you all set out for Tickwood about a mile and a half away. He speaks alot of the high life in Magnamar, but he seems rather taken by Narvolo, and as the trip goes on, his questions of him begin to pester. "How do you stay in shape? What was your childhood like? Where do you get your weapons? Where do you get your armor? Where do you hail? How many men have you killed? How many beasts have you killed? Have you ever faced anything you were sure would kill you? If so, were you scared? Are you ever scared? Whats your favorite color? Why's that your favorite color? Do you like another color? What would you do if you went color blind? Dogs are color blind, what do you think of that?" etc etc etc.
Kerak and Kus-Kus quickly find tracks that lead to a bore, so the trip itself actually takes more time than the hunt itself. Upon return to the Dragon, Aldern hands the animal over to Amieko for preparation and thanks you all for your company. "The horses are yours to keep, and as I promised, here is a little something in addition to show my gratitude for your help the other day." One of his servants hands you each a sack of 50gp. "Now let us enjoy some drink while we await this feast," he says with a smile.
"How do you stay in shape?" "Narvolo shape never change."
"What was your childhood like?" "Smaller."
"Where do you get your weapons?" "Da gods gave em da Narvolo."
"Where do you get your armor?" "De enemy Narvolo kill wid da weapon from da gods."
"Where do you hail?" "Hail fall from sky, duh."
"How many men have you killed?" "Uh, let Narvolo dink. Uh, lots."
"How many beasts have you killed?" "Narvolo didn't ask if da name was beast before killing dem."
"Have you ever faced anything you were sure would kill you?" "Lots of questions might do it."
"If so, were you scared? Are you ever scared?" "Narvolo never scared."
"Whats your favorite color? whys that your favorite color?" "Blood red from Narvolo's enemies on da Doom Bringa."
"Do you like another color?" "Narvolo never saw blood not red."
"What would you do if you went color blind? Dogs are color blind, what do you think of that?" "Dog dumb. Narvolo smart."
Nic is glad to be out of the noble's limelight, and avoids as much interaction as is socially acceptable. He is grateful for the coin and the steed, but unsure if it was all worth it. "It was only goblins, enough, but goblins. But only a fool sees the horse and complains of what it leaves in it's trail alone, yeh."
Taking a few moments when he can, he consults with Kus-Kus. Little drake, does Sandpoint have to it a militia, neh? I know Magnamar had to it many guards and too there Chelaxian support, for a time, ja. Can the Sheriff get such peoples if the goblins are working together, kin? Maybe we could talk the gavver to let us scout the goblins, see what they do now, neh. They killed many and must think themselves big for this little town. We could hit them to the back, and maybe take home the priestes' remains for the church, ja. Continue our big heroes act a little longer, yeh, until we wear out our greeting mat, da.
Looking around, Nic wonders aloud, asking Ameiko if he gets the chance, [b]Where is our man Eleazar, day? Did he make for big strong type for the pretty lady still? Smiling and winking to his new friends.
"Haven't seen him since he left this morning with you all."
Grateful to be free from Foxglove's incessant questions (and even more incessant answers from Narvolo), Kus-Kus exhales as he flops into his chair. He started combing through his gold pieces greedily, counting them as he spoke.
"They have one, but I wouldn't call it stellar. You saw how effective they were at the festival. Outnumbered and unprepped for a real fight. The most they have to deal with is the occasional drunk or local dispute. If I wanted to make I scene, I would've shown them all up at the festival." Closing his little pouch of shiny coins up, he set them on his belt as he leaned on the table.
"Yeah, hero act. All we're doing- well, you're doing, I suppose, I'm trying my best not to do drake squat -is giving these folks peace of mind. If things heat up, we'd better hope Magnimar can send some aid right fast..."
As the bore nears its completion the aroma fills the air like nothing you've had in ages. Eleazar walks through the door to join you all.
"Narvolo hungray. Hey yu, green man, Narvolo no act hero. Narvolo hero." Narvolo points to himself, smiling when he says hero.
"That smells delicious, Ameiko is going to outdo herself. turning Eleazar turns to the group "Anything exciting happen while I was uh ... helping the young lady with a problem in her cellar."
Aldern fills in Eleazar if no one else does, and then one of his servants bring him a bag of 50gp.
After a bit longer Ameiko brings out plates for everyone in the restaurant. The food is cooked in an exotic manner, something you've never tasted but top notch . The free meal coupled with your presence is the cause for a great deal of merriment, until suddenly a surly middle aged man burst through the door barking in Minkain. The inn becomes quiet as most of its occupants become focused on their food. As soon as his eyes catch sight of your table he laughs and makes his way to you. "Well well, if it isn't Sandpoints newest batch of ruffian trouble makers. You know you need to leave your ill advised antics to that of the town militia less more people get hurt!"
Not one to normally stand to nobles or those of such bearing, the old man's attitude is unbecoming, especially in public. Good sir, you make for offense. Master Foxglove is no ruffian nor does he make for trouble. Lady Ameiko honors us in her lodgings. As for "antics", for myself and my friends we prevented the peoples from being hurt by these goblins. The creatures came not of our making, and not of our presence. They sought I think to disrupt your festival and steal away your pets, ja. We saved lives, and we with gratitude thank the generous peoples of Sandpoint. You dishonor both yelling and flailing like a drunken dinlo gavve.
"Good gods above, save the fFolk from the peoples in their kindnesses."
Looking up from his food stained mouth, Narvolo says, "Narvolo kin dink of someone who aboud do gid hurd." Narvolo slowly puts one hand on 's handle.
Kus-Kus remains quiet as Lonjiku burst in, probably wasted off his rocker. He knew the surly old dotard, and Apsu knows he clashed with the old man on more than one occasion. But he behaved himself, for the moment; this was Ameiko's place, and she liked to keep things in order her way.
But when old man Kaijitzu stomped his way to their table, Kus-Kus bared his little fangs at the 'gentleman.' "Two things, old man: this guy here has a gigantic hammer, and I will sic him on you. Unless 'meiko gets here first."
Kus-Kus glowered at Lonjiku, before smirking as he tossed a bit of meat in his maw. "Besides, shouldn't you be worrying about the antics in your own family before worrying about ours? Like your kids? ...or Mrs. Kaijitzu...?"
"A Varisian speaking to me of honor? Excuse me, I've a farmer to speak to. I would not be surprised to find that his swine had taken flight." He then looks to Narvolo, "And as for you my boy. It's quite apparent you'r not the sharpest tool in the shed, in fact more like the door knob, so I'll explain this to you slowly," he gets wide eyed and slowly, insultingly says "If you... were to lay one of your brutish fingers... anywhere I displease... I will have them cut off and fed to you. Now if your at least smart enough to understand this, then please relay this message. Tell your little green friend that I don't speak goblin, and that he needs a bath."
Suddenly Ameiko comes out from the kitchen with a soup ladle in her hand and they immediatly begin to argue in Mankaian.
Nic ignores the attempted slights of the old man, "Surrounded by the peoples, the fFolk's only defense is his wit."
As Nic starts to comment back, a curt, in-delicate remark at the ready, Narvolo starts his move. Narvolo, no...
Kus-Kus nearly tumbled out of his seat as Narvolo actually got up and smashed the living hell out of the old man. One part of him wanted to leap on the barbarian's back, probably swearing in draconic.
...on the other hand, he did warn Lonjiku that he'd sic Narvolo on him. Putting another bite of meat in his mouth, he motioned at Nic with a nod. "If it makes you feel any better, I have no problems with Varisians in particular."
Eleazar continues to eat preferring not to get involved especially when a raging barbarian is . "hmmm Narvolo might might be the smartest tool in the shed, but it takes a certain kind of idiot to antagonize some one with his physique and anger control issues He must be incredibly stupid or really good in a fight. He must have some sort of plan or else the world would have most likely taken care of him if it was the former
Feeling that everything could turn sour in a few moments, Eleazar decides to draw and hide a dagger just in case.
Kerak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Eleazar: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Nicolae: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Kus-Kus: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Narvolo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Lonjiku: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Ameiko: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Nicolae
Narvolo
Ameiko
Kerak
Lonjiku
Kus-Kus
Eleazar
Narvolo jumps up and busts Lonjiku upside his head!
Since Nic and Narvolo are in the same group, Narvolo already went
Nic, yur up!
Nic jumps up and away from the table, as much to distance himself from the fight as from his apathetic comrades. Looking to the others he says Kull bylacho, nothing of the good is this. The gavver will take us all, fFolk and peoples too.
Lonjiku takes a full withdraw to the door. "Boy you are done for! My advice to you is to run, and do not look back!" He then continues to storm out.
Everyone in the joint gawks at Narvolo, shocked at what just happened. Ameiko looks to Narvolo, "What, in the hell... was that?"
Realizing the storm that is about to rain down on Narvolo, and perhaps the others as well, Nic decides Ameiko is their only hope of getting out of it with any hope of freedom. If my visti lived, they would not have me do, but I do so that my visti remain.
Taking the blue scarf from off his neck, Nic approaches Narvolo and Ameiko. Ranni Ameiko, I am for sorry that our Narvolo acted so, ja. In his bloodfire he did us wrong and you a shameful thing, yeh, striking I think dahro, your father, neh. It is for a weakness the gadji wrestles every day. For you in harshness dahro treated, and shamed for which we meant not did spread. Narvolo is good, a strong heart, though fire is in his veins, ja. He glances to the others before continuing. Please I am for wanting to make this right, da. He holds out one end of the scarf to Narvolo, the middle towards Ameiko, the other end wrapped around his left wrist. The scarf's surface is stitched with tight black swirls and twists. Please I am to be taking the part in what has happened. Narvolo, he to be our froll, our brother, and you, a shangavi. Let him be to fFolk and fFolk be so to him, ja. I would share to him in his burden, and work to make it right for you, da. We will do as you must, but we do for you, and you for us with the gavver, ja, Shangavi. Let us be visti all that take my kishti, let us all be for one, for visti da.
"That... was DOOM BRINGER! And to be fair, Miss 'meiko, I did give him ample warning not to go around causing a ruckus." Kus-Kus said, still eating as he gave her a clawed thumbs up. "By the way, you really outdid yourself tonight with this dish! It's awesome!"
A little buttering up never hurt anyone.
Narvolo smiles. "Narvolo warned man was gonna gid hurd. Man no listen. Narvolo smash man. Whud problem?" A bit tired from his rage induced swing, Narvolo sits down, and goes back to eating as if nothing had happened.
Shaking his head, Nic backs away, retying his scarf around his neck. Ranni Ameiko, I am very much the sorry. This is not the way of my visti, ja. Let him be as dust under feet, or as water of the dog's lips. Wiping his hands together in the air before him, then showing his palms out, Truly da, I can do no more in this.
Nic picks up his mug and moves to the next empty table over from Aldern and Eleazar, nodding his head to the nobleman. It is the way of Shoanti, ja, to make of war when words are better. Nic then watches around the room, keeping an eye out the window, for the gavver and his men to arrive.
Within seconds the tavern empties out, and mere moments more 2 guards enter the building.
"That's him! That's him right there, the big one! And that's his band of ruffians with him!" Lonjiku barks at the officers.
One of the guards looks at the fresh blood smeared across Narvolo's earth breaker, a bit intimidated by his stature and not knowing what to expect from the party. "Sir," he says calmly. "I need you to stay in your seat, and set the weapon on the floor."
Everyone then me
Anyone can act
"Hey, Narv. I appreciate you trying to knock some sense into the old man, but if you plan to pick a fight, take it outside, would ya? I'd hate to see Miss 'meiko's place trashed." Kus-Kus requested sitting calmly and continuing to eat his food.
"Narvolo please put down the hammer, I do not see this ending well for you even if you can take thee guards on."With that said Eleazar continues to eat.
Preekosa froll, I am sorry.
"Narvolo neva lid go of da Doom Bringa. Whad is problem? Silly man come for more beading?"
The speaker first addresses Kerak, "Thats up to him at this point, but your words will only buy you more trouble." They then draw their weapons and repeat their command with more force, "Stay in your seat and set your weapon on the ground!" Then one of the other guards barks a similar order at the rest of you, "You all as well. Set your weapons on the floor."
Ameiko senses the tension escalating and takes a step back.
Everyone is free to act
Nic's spell would go off this round, Sleep DC 14 Will Save
"I wish there was to be a better way, but time it takes to charm a gavver."