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Guthruc spoke up about what was sure to be on some of the party's mind. "Worg raid Mwangi elf sometime. Little meat, much magic. Said meat taste like deer-rabbit with hint of dragon-fey and lots of exotic herb. Ear supposedly delicacy."

"Guthruc think they make good warband. Guthruc and allies should beat and recruit." He says this while attemping to steer the party in the direction of the monsters.

Don't you love it when your character disagrees with your own ooc verdict?

Today, the river kingdoms. Tommorow, the entire inner sea region!

Guthruc and his stuborn-ness is going to get him killed one of these days
Will save against pipes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 And apparently charmed today
Guthruc, thinking that putting the earplugs in would be a sign of weakness, is now charmed. No longer needing to stay back from any percieved enemies, he casually walks out from the cover of the trees, and aproaches his two groups of friends who are just making acquaintance. He turns to his friend playing the pipes "Guthruc and allies go to Hooktongue Slough to build army of boggard. Join?"

I find it somewhat amusing that we all do this, including myself, but saying "tonight" or "in the morning" honestly does not give a very accurate time frame as to when one will post. "Tonight" and "in the morning" is not the same time for nearly any of us. For example, im pretty sure its just about the oppisite for Awn. And unless someone knows what time-zone the post-er is in, one can't tell how far they are from "tonight" or "morning".
Just an amusing observation, im not dissing the system or anything.

Guthruc, seeing the huge battle and being in the moment decides it's time to start being war-king. He feels the adrenaline of mass combat wash over him and naturally shifts into the mentality of a true general.
First, he gets a better idea of the current situation, shouting to his lieutenant in their native tongue. bogard "Anura, status of your current fight and the overall battle?"
Guthruc then proceeds to follow the rest of his party towards tatzy and the soon-to-be-beaten-up stag lord. Approaching, he attempts to gather more information before entering the fray and likely reducing his inteligence. draconic "is what the status current stag lord of the?"

So, auchs would make a powerful ally, right?
The problem being, dovan, his best friend. We killed him.
The solution: lie to auchs, saying that dovan lives and auchs can work for us if he ever wants to see dovan again. After a while, ozzy uses her disguise person sla to take the shape of dovan. They have Brief chat, and auchs continues service to continue his visits with "dovan". And bam! A new "ally"

EDIT:
I think that might tip Guthruc into chaotic evil territory...

As long as the druid doesn't wildshape into a plant. Nobody wants to eat plants.

Solution: quantum physics. The light both bends around the person AND interacts with them. To an outside observer. When the system is observed, it collapses upon the light bending around them. To the one the magic affects, the system collapses into that the light interacts normally to them. Both realities exist side-by-side, existing together, but simultaneously separate.

Unrelatedly, this is a thing that I drew.

I agree with abaos here! It's funny how out of place abaos looks with the party of monsters and demihumans

Remember, if you see a dolphin outside your window, don't go outside, that's how the hurricane tricks you!

But seriously, stay safe and good luck.

Abaos as ruler would be nearly immune to assassination attempts due to his death-dodging ability.
Assassin attempts to poison him: dog getting chased by child knocks abaos and his drink onto the floor, requiring a new glass.
Same assassin attempts to stab him: abaos trips, dodging the blade
Assassin then attempts to slay abaos at range: a bird flies right in the path of the arrow.
Tries again: a stray lightning bolt strikes it out of the air.
Tries a final time: abaos sneezes, jerking his head at just the right moment to avoid death.

Edit:

isn’t there a seneschal? Or someone who handles matters relating to your guilds? You do ha w guilds, don’t you?”

...
led to Iorskan’s lair.

Huh, I kept imagining Iorskan as the treasurer, sleeping on the mounds of gold that is the kingdom's, and now iorskan's, hoard.

Guthruc will also partake in the consumption of the manticore. It flies faster than birds, so then after eating it, Guthruc will fly faster too!

After hearing about Awn, Guthruc, without even attempting at holding back the half-chewed manticore in his mouth, says: "Tree-man fine. He know forest, and if dead, no good taste."

Neat, Guthruc seems to meet all the prereqs, he'll take it with headstrong.

Seeing Iorskan storm off, Guthruc turns to Anura.
boggard "Sorry, but if you wouldn't mind delaying your prayers, I need to comfort my draconic friend and ally"
Guthruc runs off to catch up with Iorskan.
"No worry small dragon, Guthruc eat many bird to gain their strength of fly. Small dragon just need eat more bird. Then Guthruc can help small dragon learn fly."

"There are other boggards, outcasts and their descendents, who live among the sticks and dry dirt, apart from our grand culture. Alas, I am ignorant of where they live and where they roam."

Anura licks his eyes derisively. "The lot are savages, anyway. Useful as fodder, perhaps, but don't we have kobolds for that?"

boggard"Figures as much, its not as though just because I'm an orc, I know the locations of nearby orcs... and yes, while the kobolds make decent fodder, i would prefer to strike fear in the enemy's hearts with soldiers that see the enemy barrage as mere arrows against a mountain. Unfazed, uncaring to the assault. In addition, the kobolds are not mine to command. They are the young dragon's and we get along well enough that i respect him.

On a separate note, might I suggest you learn common, possibly even draconic. Those languages are the most commonly spoken in our forces, and I'm sure you'd like to understand and give input. In fact, i am trying my tongue at learning draconic soon myself."

But let us leave the mites out. For now. What think you all of that?"

common"Bring Anura? Man no like boggard."

...hopefully Guthruc would know what to do.

Guthruc knows exactly what to do.

Guthruc nods in understanding. "Guthruc meet small dragon at dragon man and bug man home. Tell about bandits move"
Guthruc then breaks into a run directly toward the kobold camp. Guthruc will use the hustle and forced march rules to run toward the kobold den until running for another hour would knock him out. He'll then sleep, only to continue it again when he awakes.
I want to see if he can beat team pnnnnnnn to the camps

a +3 isn't terrible for someone who can barely speak common. Just you wait, in due time, Guthruc shall become the most terrifying creature this side of the inner sea!

Guthruc wants them to know that he will not hesitate to physically beat them down if he catches them torturing intelligent life strictly for entertainment ever again.

Guthruc grabs the potion of haste off of his belt move action, Drinks it standard action and enters rage free action

Guthruc feels the magically enhanced energy drink coursing through his veins as he enters his rage. He unleashes his usual war cry, but those watching can tell right from the start that this rage will be different. First, Within his battle cry of anger and rage, you can hear pain as Guthruc's bones and muscles shift and bend, cracking, and reforming under the pressure. His bare legs twitch and jerk as his shin and femur shrink and his ankle rises. His toes deform grotesquely as they split and fuse until only four remain, one being shoved backwards, where a heel might belong. His nose elongates and hardens, taking his mouth along with it, resembling a plague mask of flesh and bone, still filled with his sharp teeth. And most noticeable of all, additional bones, muscles and ligaments extend and protrude from his shoulder blades, bending and stretching the skin into secondary limbs. Across his body, Guthruc grows feathers matching those of his recent prey, especially on his newfound wings. The result is something neither orc nor bird, but a fusion of the two, something horrible to behold; the transformation, vomit inducing; and the result, a monster.

Guthruc grins as he continues to march toward the bear
"they next. This bear for practice"
When Guthruc was almost at the peak of the hill, he stops, realizing the magnitude of his mistake. He almost risked his life. He almost ... forgot to eat a bird today! He realizes this error and immediately jumps into action, locating and destroying the nearest avian he could get his hands on
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
if one is found,
to hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
While munching on the bird, guthruc begins walking alongside the party once more
"what Guthruc doing again?"
He shrugs, assuming it was something trivial. He proceeds to walk alongside the party as though nothing had happened.