Grining from the genasi's ingenuity, "Thank you, I'd enjoy some".
Enjoying his cup of tea, Brujo inhales the air around him. "Nothing like the smell of rain..." Brujo stares up the clouds, "good for the calming the nerves"
As the rain continues to pour down, the lights come closer and reveal a group of three armed travellers. To the south, faint flickers identify another two figures, accompanied by a large dog. Possibly some kind of a hound.
A bluff and cheery looking man, wearing chainmail and carrying a halberd calls out to you.
"Bad night for journeying - mind if we join you?" His companions on the road nod emphatically and push back hair from their streaming faces, revealing that they are identical twins.
Perigia looks at the newcomers uncertainly. "I guess it's okay, If Caine and Leo agree," she says, defering to the more experienced of her group.
Growing nervous at the approching party, and their dog. Brujo tries to determine their intentions.
Perigia looks at the newcomers uncertainly. "I guess it's okay, If Caine and Leo agree," she says, defering to the more experienced of her group.
Perigia
Brujo
Despite your fears, you sense nothing wrong with the newcomers. The dog smells odd though.
"Whoa there, girl, who died and put them in charge?" Geleri says ironically. "Mighty fine hound y'all got there. Where'd you get 'im?" Fairwind asks in a hearty manner, her daggers still in hand.
A rough voice from the second pair answers.
"A hunting dog."
"You could indeed say that. He's on loan to us. Can't tell you his pedigree, but they say the best dogs are a mixture, right?" adds the first man, disarmingly.
"Ye've got the right of it there; best hunters are from different bloodlines," the half-elf woman replies meaningfully.
"What ya'll huntin' fer?"
"A friend of ours. Went missing a while back. Has a few problems in his head. Thinks everyone's chasing him. Sad when that happens. So - you'll be letting us join you by the fire then?"
The man shifts his weight.
Alert to what may be preparation for combat and a sudden (but inevitable) betrayal, Fairwind continues in the same vein, "Is that right? Happen, if y'all have a huntin' dog, he couldn't be far wrong that he's bein' chased."
"Kind of a tricksy type. Likes to pop in and out of sight. Pretty hard to keep track of him." The spokesman shrugs.
The rougher voice laughs harshly. "Sneaky I call it."
"Now then, that's no way to speak of our poor lost friend." The man in front is still sounding conversational, but shifts his weight again.
Cronin rises, standing protectively over the moon elf, alert for more active trouble.
Cronin
You don't really think there's anything wrong with the folks, but you can't help noticing their weapons are within extremely easy reach. The hound is too far away for you to see properly, but it's not moving like any living animal you've ever seen.
"Uh-huh, well if he's that hard to find, we'll be sure and keep 'em peeled. Now, our horse here is kinda spooked by dogs, so's I reckon it would be of a good idea for you folks to find another fire. Don't want to cause a fuss now." Fairwind says with a level gaze and a jauntiness to her voice.
"I'm thinking that's not such a neighbourly attitude at all. Reckon we'll be joining you. Right over here folks, food and fire waiting for us. Devlin's the name. You should be knowing that."
Devlin still doesn't move, he looks as if he's waiting for something.
"Man has to look after his neighbour, right enough." Fairwind says quietly, not moving either. "But I'm for sayin' this ain't your pitch to be callin' the shots on, 'Devlin'. Plenty of other fires round here, plenty of travellers won't mind the smell of huntin' dogs." she gestures to not only the hound, but the men as well, Her attitude becomes sharper "Happen, we do. Sorry to break it to ya. You better run along, boys."
Cronin remains watchful, but does nothing overt.
"Reckoned you should know the name of the man that's joining you friendly-like, but I guess I'll just have to settle for you knowing the name of the man about to slice pretty patterns on your cheeks. Shame about that."
Devlin grins, nods at the twins who draw evil looking daggers and readies his halberd. From the other group comes the sound of eldritch muttering and the noise of a sword being drawn.
"Now, y'see, this is why y'all can't have anything nice," mutters Fairwind.
"I would recommend that you move on as well," Perigia said as her szuldar begin to glow brightly. "I would regret if this misunderstanding resulted in your death."
"Now hush up, girl, don't go frighten' our friends with the 'd' word."
"Now hush up, girl, don't go frighten' our friends with the 'd' word."
"If they put their weapons away and agree to move on, I will apologize," Perigia says, "but I cannot stand anyone spooking my horse."
Fairwind looks at Perigia with a puzzled expression, "One of us has a bad sense o' humour... and I ain't sure who..." she says to the genasi.
She turns back to the newcomers, "Sorry fellas, now where were we? Oh yeah, kickin' yer backside."
"Reckoned you should know the name of the man that's joining you friendly-like, but I guess I'll just have to settle for you knowing the name of the man about to slice pretty patterns on your cheeks. Shame about that."
Devlin grins, nods at the twins who draw evil looking daggers and readies his halberd. From the other group comes the sound of eldritch muttering and the noise of a sword being drawn.
"Yes shame, I'd suggest you'd run but I'm actually going to enjoy wiping that smug grin from your faces," Leo sighs looking at the trio utterly unimpressed by their bravado.
(Intimidate check rolled a total of 20)
Devlin smiles. "Well, this is turning out a better day than I thought. Got me an all around good guy to dice and a gal with mouthy ways to slice. Seeming pretty good to me."
"Too much yapping, not enough fighting", Brujo steps up between the two half-elves. As he draws his blade, Brujo unleashes a bolt of lightning from his hand at the nearest traveler.
Brujo's bolt hits Farrak squarely. Lightning scorches up his legs and he and his twin scream as one man.
Devlin exchanges glances with the twins. "It's our old friend. Welcome home sweetheart."
Still smiling, Devlin lowers his halberd and moves towards Fairwind. "Think I'll be starting off with you mouthy. Might make this day even better."
Farrak grins at Brujo and jabs at him with his vicious looking dagger. Pain overcomes him and he cannot touch the eladrin.
Harrak meanwhile heads for Leo. His eyes gleam with pleasure as his dagger strikes home.
Cronin, surprised by the elf's sudden aggression, moves to a better vantage, strapping on his gauntlet. Seeing Farrak already wounded, Cronin raises his left hand to this amulet. The amulet flashes silver and a brilliant ray of what looks like moonlight streaks forth, catching Farrak full in the face and setting him up for Brujo's next attack.
Both twins scream again as the burst of celestial light hits Farrak.
And another bookmark gets added. Thanks.
From the southern side of the road, the strange muttering reaches a crescendo. Twin bolts of energy fly into Brujo's chest.
Combat is what Caine lives for and it shows in his eyes and the determined set of his jaw. When he roars, "Hold the line!" Caine appears bigger than he really is.
Caine attacks the nearest foe with a mighty swat of his weapon.
Atk (Bastion of Defense); Dmg (1d20+9=18, 3d10+4=25)
Caine's destructive attack on Devlin seems to come out of nowhere and his actions inspire you. Resolve strengthened, you battle on.