Rao Redflame |
That was pretty fair reasoning, Rao had to admit. A very vengeance-focused attitude and the will to see it through. He found himself nodding with the conviction in their words before catching on to the intent. His expression went from 'That is certainly a commendable attitude', to 'Did you just...?'
Sighing, Rao looked flatly at the man. 'Idiot. You said 'if they stop', meaning the wolves and bears are working. Waste of resources to send more than that, right?'
Raising his voice, he looked around at the tents, checking for any other heads that were watching. "Who is the foreman here?" he called out. "Not-too-bright-and-angry in charge of all of you? Taking a step forward, he returned his attention back to the speaker.
"We were sent to help by your boss after saving a child of his. He's sent a letter in case you didn't believe us." To underscore his words, Rao started pulling fire in to demonstrate, raising an eyebrow at the man. "If you want to be a hothead though— I can help."
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Disgruntled Rao(Intimidate): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Nazard |
A few of the men look uneasy at the fire, but Rao is clearly more annoyed than frightening, so his actions have little effect.
”Foreman’s dead,” the man from the tent says. ”Nobody’s in charge.”
”Shut up, coward. Stop talking to these fairies…especially the fairy fairy,” hot-head adds, smirking at Rao.
Marioc of the Sea |
Marioc looks at the man aggressively, not liking how he's talking. He says "We are here to help. You either want our help or not."
Rao Redflame |
There was a tilt of his head as the attempt at intimidation stopped cold, the flames disappearing as he received the entirety of Rao's attention. There was a line there, and it may have just have been crossed. There was a smile on his face what had nothing to do with being cordial, and everything about personal satisfaction. The tone in his voice was deceptively soft for what was about to occur. It might not even reach, but then, that might have been the point.
"...dead man says what?
Master Kylan |
Kylan smacked himself in the head.
"Ach! O' course! Glad ye reminded us laddie!" He said, reaching into a pouch and retrieving the letter of written assurances you were given by Master Kreed to present to the men of the cutyard on demand.
Kylan sidled up to the man from the tent and presented the letter to him.
Batu "The Rock" |
Looking curiously upon the accuser, "We are not fey. I do not understand why you continue to call us that. We are all humans. Is it that difficult to tell? It does make me curious as to why you continue to insist upon that we are fey."
Nazard |
”Disguise maybe,” tent man says, ”But not for making letters from the Boss. We’ve been fighting with the local fey who object to us taking these darkwood trees. They think the fey sent us this disease as an attack. I’ve been trying to tell them it wasn’t fey who did it, but they won’t believe me.”
The other lumbermen grumble a lot, muttering curses of “coward”, but wander off, starting to drag bits of rotted bear zombie into the woods.
Oryn Goldenstalk |
Watching the lumbermen haul off the zombie carcus, Oryn pipes up.
"We were sent by your boss to help you with this fey issue. We are to attempt to get them to leave you alone so you can continue your work without interruption. We were also instructed to provide you with any assistance you may need. Our friend Kylan is quite capable of healing any wounds you may have suffered. You need only request his help and I am certain he will oblige.
Saying that, does anyone have any idea which direction these attacks originated from? We would like to find these fey as soon as possible so we can end this conflict."
Rao Redflame |
Rao looked to Oryn and the others, shaking his head with a frown at the predicament that they had found. This was worse than he had anticipated, taking the condition of the workers. His knowledge of things along those lines was not something that extended to something like this. Still, there was the obvious question of 'what was infecting the animals?'. It was a little hard to believe that just the animals would be coming to attack the camp without being directed.
Heaving a sigh, he looked over to tent man, dropping the animosity and gave him a polite nod along with a slight smile. "I'm Rao. You said you were unsure about the cause of this pox?"
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Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
Nazard |
"I'll start at the beginning. Shortly after we began cutting this stand of darkwood, the local fey started making trouble, sabotaging equipment, then outright attacks. I and a few others were sent to scout their location, but it's damned near impossible to find a fey in the woods when they don't want to be found. We did, however, some across some strange farm in the middle of the woods, growing nothing but flowers and tended by some crazy ex-druids who have been known to set up begging in the Falcon's Hollow town square. They attacked us without any warning or provocation and we defended ourselves. Hard to do when the air is filled with that damned flower pollen, so we retreated out of there and came back to camp. A day after we got back, the first of us started getting sick. Syntira must have these crazy druids working for her to make this nasty disease to wipe us out. No idea what it has to do with the flowers or why they were growing them. Now, these monster animals show up stuffed with the same flowers that was in that field."
Master Kylan |
Kylan frowned in thought.
"Aye, sounds like might be something ta run down." He allowed, shifting his cigar around.
"Meantime, jes sit down an' let me examin ye. See what might be going on with ye all."
Assuming the guy cooperates, Kylan examines him to see what the illness is and what might be done about it.
Heal check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Master Kylan |
Kylan frowned in thought.
"Hmph. 'Tis the same poxy thing tha' killed that Satyr under the mega darkwood tree." He said.
Can Kylan gin up a treatment, or does he need to go to the same place the lumbermen mentioned, that fey farm with the flowers and pollen?
Heal check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12