"Yes we should probably clean this up. Roland and Alaya should help escort the people while you and I begin to tiddy things up here. Any objections?" Adrian asks already moving toward a fallen goblin trident in hand.
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"Neither do I but he mentioned Han. Han's a Sage that lives to the south of here, near Cliffside. That's where he was headed, and the way I see it a Sage might know a bit more about mystical glowing objects than any of us would." Adrian states while looking at the rest of the group.
"So hows he doing? Will he make it?
Adrian walks over and grabs the box before moving toward the rest of the fallen.
I actually started an Oblivion char recently, its been fun enough but I really do want to play Skyrim, still sad there arent any spears or rapiers though, don't know why they removed them. RE5 is alright, not very Resident Evily though. You rarely get moments even close to... intense or suspenseful.
"Damnit! Someone check him! It might not be too late.'
Adrian Gives chase to the goblins rushing towards the wounded man.
"Take that bug eyes!" He yells as he thrusts at one with his trident.
"Alright be careful Roland." Adrian rushes to the Gerald to provide backup. Upon arriving he lashes out with his Trident.
Upon seeing the young gunner take yet another hit Adrian steps toward him before shouting, "All right you flea-ridden sea rats, show me what you can do!" He then begins flourishing and thrusting his weapon in a display of martial prowess.
Adrian stands roughly ten feet from the door his large round shield infront of him as if bracing for an attack.
"Damn brutes need to get inside" Adrian mutters before taking a defensive position.
"Fight hard so that we can be the ones laughing when this is over!"
"Are you sure? It seems wrong to let you use yourself as a decoy. I'll admit fifteen is a large force but what Roland said was true, a single shot fells a goblin more often then not." Adrian says looking the man directly in his eyes.
You should have gone with the others sir. We can handle this, you're in no condition to be near a battle. Say what you have to say then go to the others." Adrian said some what gruffly. As far as he was concerned the man was a liability at the moment.
"Don't block the door. When rushing something you tend to move like water, you find the path of least resistance. If they start coming in through the windows some of them will probably get impatient and go to other ones, if they come around back their numbers could overwhelm us."
"Crap, At the very least lets move some of these tables, just enough to give us some room. Ya' know what they say, if you have to fight a lion give yourself room to move." Adrian looks around before his eyes fall on the wounded man. "Hey you, how big was their ship? Any idea how many me-goblins we could be fighting?"
"Fifteen crossbows eh? Well thats good. I'm sorry to say this Filmore but the Keg is probably the best place to do things... if they have any sort of reasoning this is the place someone would come, so this is where they'll come looking for their traget here.' Adrian says as he gestures to the wounded man. The crossbowman can go to the second floor and try to take them out as they come at us... if, Alaya wasn't it, he glances toward the young half elven woman if she can set up some lights outside, especially if its sticks or something... you dont actually have to go outside just cast the spell and we can use the windows upstairs to get it around us... I have a few sunrods too five or so i think. Anyway with the light it'll be easier to hit them... I haven't had much experience in the way of goblin killing but the few bands that have attacked have done it at dusk or just after it so we should expect them to have the advantage in the dark. I know Rogar and I will be downstairs... what about the others? Anyone else able and willing to form a defense with us? Oh and Rogar you should probably round up the militia our jobs pretty easy and doesn't need much planning.
Your trying to get the box to old Han? The one by Cliffside? ... Nox too huh, this night sure is turning into a mess. Did you spot anyone other than goblins while running? If they have something smarter they'll probablly be expecting the trap, at least I would anyway. Roland, have you taken a look outside, this weather isn't good for tracking. Besides the guy said he was on his ship when they attacked, chances are they'll waltz right in... Orchard's Port is easily small enough to make them confident. Standing Adrian scratches his beard as he grabs his shield, leaning his trident against his shoulder. What's the best way to handle this... we need the trap it'll help but if they're expecting one... wait Rogar, Filmore... how good is the militia with their bows?
Adrian starts somewhat as the man collapses into the doorway before hopping to his feet, at the young mans request he does come forward to examine the item the stranger was clutching. "Who ever goes for Gerald should get my shield and trident as well, mans been shot and he may be pursued. No offense Rogar but if the enemy has guns I'd feel much better helping you than not." Wound doesn't look good, hopefully this... sailor knows as much as he seems to about mending wounds.
As the night winds down Adrian finishes his whiskey and slips on his coat before moving to one of the empty tables. Leaning back he relaxes and eyes the young man again before deciding he'd wait around for the bar to close before retiring to his room. I should really remember to buy a book or two next time the caravan prepares its run.
"Of course Penny, always happy to lend a hand."
Adrian glances toward the man to familiarize himself with his features before humming along with the music. Finding it hard to not enjoy himself despite the raging weather outside. I'll wait till it happens again to introduce myself, even if it does seem harmless enough. As the whiskey comes he gives Penny a hearty thank you before enjoying the drink slowly.
In the corner of the bar nearest the door sits a man in his mid twenties, a worn heavy coat the color of rusty leaves rests on the back of his chair. His dark eyes glowing in amusement at the nights festivities. Adrian sat at his customary spot having decided years ago that it was the best place for him to be in case they needed a little extra help with a rowdy customer. He had 'helped' only once when one of the customer's friends thought to come at the dwarf from behind, a knife in his hand. Adrian had tackled the man to the ground wresting the knife from his hand before being thrown out himself, until Penny told Rogar what had happend. Rogar of course grumbled about not needing help and begrudgingly let Adrian back inside.
He smiles upon noticing the taping of the old dwarf's, well old by Adrian's standards anyway, foot and downs the remaining ale from his tankard in one quick gulp as a personal salute to the Bard's clever name. He the raises the tankard with a little shake and smile when he sees Penny glance his way placing two copper down with a wink as she approaches as well as a silver. "Fine food as always Penny, I think I'll have some of the stuff I escorted in yesterday next. The whiskey should do fine."
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