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Attalas lumbers forward, ready to 'fix' any problems.

At talas lumbers outside, loosely buckling his armour and manhandling his sword. He looks outside inqusitively.

Yeah that's why I like the icon :)

It are easy to get the apple in the front and they will stick in their mouth happily, but they will screams a lot when it is time for the onion - so use a big apple first to muffle the sound.

The big Ogre simply relaxes back and eats his food, not concerning himself greatly with anything else. His mind clearly a day ahead and ready to return to killing.

Attalas looks at Ragnvald who is watching the drinks, which causes Attalas to watch the drinks too, his protective hand falling over his own in case the blue haired girl has fancy designs on his beverage.

Attalas looks very grim and back to business, intent on catching the whereabouts of where his next carnage will be unleashed.

Whats wrong with little girls? This little girl could probably pick you up and toss you out the window.

"Nothin, they always taste just fine with a mint gravy" Attalas jests. The Ogre then turns to the storyteller "Probably good idea if you show us what you gonna show us soon, more time that passes the more likely things here end in disaster"

"Head of Guild, that like a Mayor for fishermen?" Attalas asides to Jez.

"How bout you tell us whats got people so upset and worried here Fish-Mayor?"

"I will follow, and maybe crush them if they are bad"

Attalas stares at the girl for a while as though in deep consideration, his eyes take her in for a moment and then go very very distant as though he is reliving a hurtful memory. After a few moments he seems to come back to the now... "I knew a girl once and she she was pretty like you, she had nice hair too, and she was sad. She died. Maybe this time it all work out better"

Attalas goes back to pondering as he regards the other patrons, half an eye raised "Taverns. I don't like taverns. I got one job, mind the tavern, then stupid drunk gets to trouble and starts fight and poor Attalas hit him too hard. Then they take Attalas away 'Secret mission' they said, 'wait here by the road for us' they said, and they never came back. All taverns fault. Taverns must be made up by Mayors"

Attalas looks at Kosti with an expression of slight shock and alarm, as though his dire warning may one day play out.

Attalas whispers "Careful here, it's a Mayor in his native habitat... be wary of the treachery for we already have the first sign - his lips are moving"

"Grab your torches and pitchforks, it's a Ogre" Attalas mutters under his breath as he looks towards the town.

"So 'ere we are and woe is me
with big black cliffs and churnin' sea
the locals might not friendly be
doubt they'll have us in for tea
'specially with this monstrosity"
Attalas points at Mobo in mock accusation.

Fatty is good to go.

...mhm...how much do you usually demand for such a task?

"More than your Mayor can bear" Attalas grins wickedly.

"Hahah! I got you good!" Attalas laughs loudly.

"When we leave?"

"You think me an eejit? People going missing on raids, so you think you find a friendly Ogre and talk him into coming to town with his Goblin friend, and then you claim rewards moneys for finding the culprits and everyone points in shock and terror and screams out, 'grab yer torches and pitchforks its a goblin!' and poor Mobo taks the blame, just because normally Goblins is to blame... you trying to stitch up my friend Mobo?" Attalas raises a highly suspicious eye and his hand gravitates towards the hilt of his massive blade "Maybe I will take Mobo there and I can get the rewards money eh?"

"What your Mayor like?"

Was tossing up switching to Falchion actually, as 18-20 seems like a better deal than 19-20. A pure 20 weapon is just unsexy - though I get where you are coming from... maybe I need a 'golf bag', Jez can warn atty when to get the Axe out. Raggy is about right though, some potions to splash around might be a good stop gap, even some scrolls or something

Ready to do Shore to Sea

No, not yet, masterwork only

Will pick up gear shortly, once we have a handle on what the adventure is likely to entail I will go shopping, but I don't have the cash to buy stuff and THEN find I need different stuff :p

Split /5.

Is yeti fur valuable?

If they are we will skin them so hard PETA will launch a fundraiser against us

That's typical of all the AP's too Ragnvald, half WBL or worse is the norm. It's why I moved to PFS in a big way, never have a loot conversation again :p

HP 1d10 ⇒ 7
Another level in Ftr

Or do we have to pillage the village?

Sounds like a plan.

So whats the split?

Sure.

Atty needs to buy a surfboard!

Apparently not, hence why he was such a suck Jarl :p

"I'm Jarl now!"

Attalas looks dead pleased with himself, and gathers up the loot.

"Wot way to town?"

AOO Power-attack

Attack 1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 11 + 4 = 28
Damage 3d6 + 18 ⇒ (6, 2, 1) + 18 = 27

R1!
Attack 1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 4 = 31
Damage 3d6 + 18 ⇒ (4, 1, 4) + 18 = 27

OOOH he stood up did he? AOO festival!

R1 for Atty?

My crystal ball is broken :(

Attalas sweps at the mans legs as his hand drifts to his blade.

Trip 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

He had his chance. He was asked for a sword, not a conversation.

Dice down, initiative, Attalas simply attacks him.

"Then we get all the treasure, simple as that. You like one bit per person, you do it first. Don't get upset now that I see the true value here, I'm no really dumb ogre. Sword. I will be a Jarl"

"You must think I am a big dumb Ogre, because the treasure you chuck in a room is just a collection of spare stuff, a smart Jarl carries his best wealth on him and fighters treasure weapons most. You want deal, I get your sword you get the treasure, or you keep the sword and I get the treasure. Just coz you carrying some of the treasure doesn't mean it can't be counted. I want a Jarl sword, so I can be a Jarl of Ogres"

"That sounds ok, as long as I get to say what piece of treasure I get" Attalas nods sagely.

"All sounds gibberish to me too, maybe he's castin spells?" Attalas confides in Mobo.

"Not resting now, I got bags of gold... I want to go spend em on fat cows!" Attalas gets to work.

"Good" Attalas keeps filling his pockets.

"Really? I been walking forever. Can I have a rest yet? I'm hungry"

Attalas takes his time to carry his fill..

"Ugh, that's going to be really heavy isn't it? I might get sore feet"

Onward he cuts... :)

Attalas is confused, simply maintaining his course of action as that was his last instruction.

"Melting a hole!" Attalas points out, as though the Jarl is stupid.

"OH, ok, if you think so"

Attalas simply follows the instructions and heads to make the hole suggested by Jez.

Attalas is moving on through the ice, no one said anything against it so off he goes :)

"Sounds ok to me" Attalas picks up the offered key and his sword, and heads towards the ice.