Hello guys,
Man, that was a llooooonng time with no checking the boards. Moved House, changed jobs, kids in new schools.
I had a feeling this would still be running. :)
Bed time for me now.
Glad to see this is still going.
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I like the plan.
Frostbite spell does NON-Lethal bonus damage so he will be knocked out before he dies. Grab the unconscious dude. Fly away.
Of course you are a distraction Rose, so much so I will be leaving you all once the get close to the pier. It will be dark, giving my elven eyes and little Thrasher an advantage. About 500 feet away I will leave you and approach from another, wider angle. Thrasher will stay with Astri so I will be able to pinpoint you. We can sense each other within a mile. If terrain allows I will take to the roof tops and be ready to rain fire should it go bad.
Adriel allows the waitress to leave and focuses the group on small conversation other than asking anything about 'fun', 'partying' or anything. He does make one more trip to the bar and collects one more round, eyeing Sorrin, Come and join us, Sellsword. Or do you wish to continue to ask a BARKEEP to waste his time on a Teetotaler? Those are some fine ladies we arrived with and they'll need an escort lest too much mine makes me slow on the draw. He hope Sorrin understood he should cease asking questions.
The elf smiles, so often vice was so easy to aquire. And in front of the dragoons as well. He whispers, We can talk later, princess. I don't think the present company drowning their sorrows are the partying types. We can have a better conversation when they leave. Any time I should come back?
Bed time for me. Back in 6 hours.
Well that depends on what's on the meneu. I might be wanting to have a party in a couple of days. Just got a nice pay, wouldn't you know. And my friends and I enjoy a good time. Food and wine and party games and fine company. Wouldn't know who I could speak to about that? Afraid I'm knew in town and would hate to step on any toes. You have orders though, sort them and later I might buy YOU a drink. He drops a silver in her bodice.
As the others join him the elf states simply Whose idea was this again? You beauties attract enough attention already without Ser Clean over there actually talking to the lowest rungs of the Ports boot. Have a good time, keep your eyes open. We drink. We talk business and we leave. Now, back to the ships we were looking at. Are we ready for this yet? We are paid but not much closer to a ship, so what about the mercantile league? Could be good work and will connect us to people with money and dangerous business.
Adriel allows Sorrin to take the Grog but watches as the deposits the drinks in front of the goblins. When he returns, he states loudly enough for those either side to hear. That's YOUR ration gone then, do not waste my money on strangers, let alone goblins again. He turns back to the barkeep.
He gathers the four that remains and finds a table or bench, somewhere close to a wall if possible and inclines his head for the rest to follow,(seeing Chell already seated takes H6) then deposits the drinks on the table and sits with his back to the wall but to the side of the table so it does not impede him should he need to rise in a hurry. He starts on his drink and hails a wench.
Adriel is happy enough with the location, it was a lower standard tavern than he preferred but he was plenty accustomed to such places. He approaches the bar, keeping an eye out for any signage regarding weapons and looking to see if this place had a champion. He steps ahead of Sorrin without reguard for the man.
He strides to the bar and looks for prices on the wall then nods to the barkeep for attention.
He pays whatever the cost is and drops an extra silver as tip.
Adriel smirks at the fighters request.
But then, a woman should be free to ply her trade as she wishes. Not live in fear of a pimp who beats her. And the sacred sting loves a bit of Vengeance. Honestly if I actually worshipped anything it MIGHT be her...So, you are satisfied this man deserves death? If the dragoons are as corrupt as you say, turning him over for this may not work and I'm guessing whoring is legal here.
I'll keep hold of it with your other belongings, Lady. Rest assured there is no safer courier than I. He places the writ in a side pocket.
Adriel saw no reason to speak further.
He allows the women begin to lead the way out, then he follows, seemingly the obedient bodyguard.
Adriel looks on but does not move, standing in a relaxed manner with a hands at his sides and not near his weapon. He had not judged the character of these men but was familiar with lawmen so rigid that it was not hard to find oneself forever offside. He was relaxed, but his sword was merely his most OBVIOUS weapon...
Adriel awaits his turn and for the commander to look at him to speak.
He had not spoken at their last encounter.
Whem we arrived at the village it was clear the bloodshed that had been wrought there. The place has been visited even after your prisoner was taken. We found our witness and began tracking back to the were-sharks hut, though at the time we had no idea what we would find. We came across bloodied remains along the trail and were attacked by carnivorous plants called vegie pygmies though whether they were responsible for or simply drawn to the remains I know not. When we arrived at the hut we found a man but when he became aware of us shifted into a human shark hybrid. It was the strength of magic which brought him down. We tied him up and kept him under sword watch until we brought him here. He has been talking of vengeance and sharks and old gods the entire time. Asked repeatedly for us to come close enough so he could whisped the secret in our ear. I think he just wanted to bite someone's head off. The elf finishes and waits for any direct questions. ...
Adriel hands over the lesh on the prisoner.
He steps back and allows the Dragoons to do their work.
Thrasher makes a noise somewhere between a squawk and a hiss.
Since their fighter had decided that a were shark and a killer, along with saving an innocent man was apparently not important enough from a man who supposedly supported the Dawnflower, to break from his day, Adriel kept a close grip on the bonds of the Sharkman, though he kept his sword sheathed since he was satisfied he could kill the man with spell and his fists should he attempt to shift out of his bonds.
Friends with benefits
Adriel looks skeptical at the bard's reply.
Adriel continues the walk, Well, at least he has no qualms about standing at the front. I think we might need a contract bequeathing all our wealth to the company should we die. That way we can be sure his share doesn't go to wasted on one of his crusades. To be clear we're all in this for profit yes?
Just playing the group a$$.
Sorrin is not, for though Adriel advocated the man's skill and calm, he seems determinedto not relax ever. Normally Adriel simply would forget him, but Sorrin has fairly strongly injected himself into the group, threatening the size of Adriel's cut.
Adriel and Thrasher walk a brisk pace with the girls as they head to the meeting.
Adriel was obviously flustered. Ordinarily someone as Boring as Sorrin would not give the sellsword pause, but the implications of ANOTHER partner would affect his cut of profit and THAT concerned him greatly.
Absolutely. Be as much of a free thinker as you wish. Your thoughts will keep you company instead of all those friends you don't have. In the meantime, we will be bonding and enjoying each others company, if you wish to be infallible and ultimately, forgettable go right ahead. He pushes a water in front of the fighter, since it was doubtful the honorable man actually partook.
The elf moves to see if the women were ready to leave. He did not mince words, but the offer was made.
Adriel drinks water and smiles at the fighter as the man attempts to leave.
Adriel books in and will be more than happy to share a room with either, preferably BOTH of the women. He does make sure to indicate the note to Em. He did have the extra money needed for Thrashers armor and would prefer to pick it up if time allowed, but prioritized getting his spells prepared for the day.
Adriel accepts the bag and slings it over his shoulder. You need to be armed. At least take a dagger. Knowing you, I doubt you'll stay in my view at all times. Was that actually concern in his voice?
He looks at Embrianna, I would NEVER choke you unless you asked by the way. Now, shall we join the others and see if we can save a life whilst serving our interests? I believe we have a ship to aquire.
Adriel makes no move to take Astri's things.
He acts serious but the smirk betrayed the joke. He considered these two of his closest friends. Not that he had many, but still...
Now? And here I hoped this was a prelude to a scandalous encounter where our cries would draw the attention of the clergy? Remind these stiffs of what they give up with their vows foreswearing anything fun. The magus buckles on his scimitar and replaces his cestus on his hands.
As Em and Astri enter the room, Thrasher, who was sitting on the Window sill, and watching over his master, raises his head at the women's entry, but since they were allies lowers his head again and merely imparts a feeling similar to the one the dino felt when he was about to mate.
Empathic Link:
Empathic Link (Su):
The master has an empathic link with his familiar to a 1 mile distance. The master can communicate empathically with the familiar, but cannot see through its eyes. Because of the link's limited nature, only general emotions can be shared. The master has the same connection to an item or place that his familiar does. If the Elf had detected their presence he did not show it through when Bri takes up her intended position across him, it was immediately apparent he was in a certain mental and physical state. He keeps his eyes closed and like lightning whips her around in a vice like grip somehow ending with the two of them standing, with him behind her and her held in tightly against his body. One hand was about her waist and the other around her neck in a soft caress, but one that could have easily turned into a choke if he wished. He whispwrs in her ear, more than aware of the viper that was always on her person somewhere.
He lets her go and smiles.
Adriel continues to snooze until someone wakes him....
Adriel was resting in the cot room when Bri makes her way in and lays down in the other cot.
He smiles at his joke.
Adriel is quick to take his share of coin when the amount is finally handed over.
Adriel led the way quickly through the streets. Both to keep their prisoner off balance and to be rid of him faster.
Adriel walks the shark man off the boat, not bothering to wait.
While you are making best friends we have a killer to escort. Duty and all that. Adriel unties the rope from the mast and allows the Shark man to stand.
Adriel will demand to be the war commander or combat officer, what ever the appropriate title is. It did bite him a bit that he was overlooked on the other ship
Adriel is around to make money and bang hot chicks (kidding).
Adriel is a soldier for hire and Sorrin is the newcomer, so If no one objects Adriel won't mind sharing expenses, but it is the GROUP who decides the jobs the ship and crew takes on. Equal costs, equal split.
Adriel listens to the relayed message, Thrasher says there are to war canoes half a mile to port heading for land.
Adriel tried to remain alert to the surronds as well as the prisoner, allowing himself a bit of relief now and again with Embrianna.
He made sure the shark man was kept directly in the center of the boat and had him remaining bound and laying down either on his belly or back, so that if he even attepmted to get up it would take some effort.
Adriel pulls the shark thing along with his blade in one hand leading and the other behind him dragging the rope, he tried to keep the pace uncomfortable for the bound creature, figuring the less rest he got the less likely he was to escape.
Adriel leads the prisoner by his rope. Not happy with the child's wailing but trusting Astri to get her under control.
I don't trust the shifter. If you are fine with scouting Astri, I'll take forward guard. You, then me, the shifter, Bri and the Kid and Chell in the rear. Let's get this moving, unless we can afford a quick search of the place? Maybe he has some notes or something Adriel has Thrasher come down and help out.
A caged lion is not evil priestess, yet if one was one a rampage I would put it down without blinking. Worse, there are those in this world capable of true evil for simple pleasure. If I found an unrepentant Cleric of Zon Kuthion or Asmodeus here, naked and bound and 'no threat' as you put it, they would be dead and I would lose no sleep over it. I am a pragmatist beyond all else. But it must be nice to have a god do your thinking for you. If he escapes and kills again, you can simply call it your gods will then.
The elf leans down a little but still keeps his blade leveled at the Shark thing. Try to escape. Please. I only need a flinch to kill you.
I am cool with in party arguing.
Don't worry Em, if he moves he dies. At Chell's question about detecting magic he states, Em or Astri can. He did not bother to mention he HAD prepared that spell today. But he continued to hold the charge on his shocking grasp, he could do so indefinitely but if he cast another spell before releasing the Shocking Grasp he would lose it.- though he hands Sorrin his Scabbard back. He does remark to Chell, somewhat flippantly, Does it bother you that bu staying my hand, you may have saved a murderer and condemned an innocent man to death, I wonder how you bleeding hearts sleep with all those tough ethical decisions.
Adriel casts SHOCKING GRASP and holds the charge. With it in hand he holds his other out for the sheath. I'll add a spell to the damage to ensure it's enough...ask the girl now. We haven't long.. Awaiting confirmation the shark is evil: Adriel motions for the Scabbard. He places his own blade within.
Keep your sword. Ready yourselves if this doesn't work He sets his feet at the shoulder and head and a full step back allowing for his reach and the downward angle, then holding the sword in scabbard to his front horizontally, like lighting he pulls the blade commanding the scabbard to bestow it's strongest enchant and adding his own and tossing the scabbard aside as he brings his hands down, reversing the blade to sink tip first and drive through the neck, wrenching it from side to side to try and separate the head from neck.
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