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I really enjoyed the mental image of grumpy old Thurden going for a dolphin ride.
'There was something out there, down at the waterline. I think it ran off but it tried to lure me out. Manscape here saved me just in time. Called it a 'Yokey'.' Thurden returns to staring out at the shore.
You've only been a dwarf for a day, I don't know if you should turn to hooking so soon. Settle in to the new body!
Perfire watches the ritual with a stony face but puts his entire will into it's success. He nods along to Lukas' words and then speaks himself. 'As I told Miss Iliara, Wymond found me on the road, alone, afraid, not used to or even wanting my freedom. I didn't know what to do and was about to turn myself in to the nearest Chelaxian as a runaway. His kindness gave me hope and I tried to serve him for the first week we traveled together.' Perfire laughs to himself. 'He was having none of it. Wymond damn near pampered me in those early days. Nothing like feather beds or anything, but I couldn't cook, I couldn't clean, I think if it hadn't started to work he may not have let me go to the bathroom on my own.' 'He does that for everyone. He throws himself into helping them help themselves be better. From everything he's told me, that's what he intends to do here in the Riverlands, help it be better.' Perfire smiles over to Triath. 'And I think the gods may see something like that too. They sent a guide to Wymond to aid him in working towards his goals, because they knew that if Wy succeeded, where ever he was would benefit from his presence.'
Perfire coughs lightly before speaking softly, eyes on the floor. 'I'd do anything to get Wymond back, trade anything. Belongings, freedom, my life, anything. When we met I was afraid of everything. I was afraid to talk, afraid to choose, afraid to live my life.' Small tears spatter at his feet as he goes on in a steady voice. 'He always believed in me and pushed me to be free of anyone. Without him I'd either be back in chains or under some other tyrant's boot. Whatever it takes, he has to come back.' Raising his tear-streaked face he meets Iliara's gaze directly, a rare act for Perfire. 'The River Kingdoms will be worse without him.'
Thurden examines the woman's corpse briefly before giving it a sharp shove with his boot. 'I'm still not ruling out her own cooking having done the dead.'
As he unloads and mentally inventories the larder he ponders just what kind of animal could have killed the cook.
Name: Gazza
Spoiler: I had stepped away from the game for maybe 10 minutes to have a quick smoke. We're playing remotely on account of real life events so the party was still roleplaying with each other while I walked away. Gazza's player was playing his first game and had just wrapped up his first encounter. By the time I got back I was hearing that the party had given their new bird friend a dose of the pesh they'd found back in the jail. Gazza was the second party member to try the pesh and roll a 1 on the save against addiction. Fast forward a few days and a couple of brutal rolls on the con damage and the party woke up to find their bird person buddy cold and dead in the cell they'd been using to try and cure Gazza of his addiction. They asked around about getting him brought back. Archbaron Fex totally agreed and brought Gazza back as a mindless skeleton. Less than 4 hours into his first ever session and the party inadvertently murdered him... classic.
It wasn't just mobile browsers, I was having the same issue with my desktop. Super annoying.
Here's wishing everyone a happy hollandaise, may your citrus balance be perfect!
Here's wishing everyone a happy hollandaise, may your citrus balance be perfect!
Thurden pauses at his preparations and eyes the swarthy gentleman with a practiced eye. 'Let me have a look at you. Sit on this crate of hides.' The dwarf pokes and prods the young man, a bit firmly a first, but after the first few winces he lets up. 'Well, I was hoping to save it for an emergency, but I don't know that you'll live through the week if we let things take their natural course. Wait here.' Wiping his shellfish coated hands on his pants he draws forth the remaining scroll from his case as reads the incantaion.
'Perhaps it already has a name.' Alldur gently pushes Grezzag out of from the front of the robot and leans his own face in, almost touching the robot's. 'What is your designation!' The wizard practically shouts at the automaton.
'Should we stand outside the door and clear our throats loudly? You know, let them know that we'll be with them in a minute? They might have just started.'
I'm just trying to stay alive at this point.
Dugan is taken aback for a moment at the efficacy of his trap. Stirring himself he attempts to hit the creature with a pilum.
Dugan sets to work rigging together his vision for death from above. Starting with a basic square framework. He breaks the spears off about halfway, attaching them to the framework and sharpening and attaching the other ends in a similar manner. He adds as much weight as he can to the top of it while still keeping it movable to the bridge.
'Wish we had a bit of poison... human waste 'll do in a pinch.' he muses, stepping back and examining his work.
Perfire nods and thinks for a moment. Reaching under his shirt he withdraws the iron ring that marked him as a slave for so many years from. 'I have a personal offering for the god.' He unshoulder his backpack and follows Frizz towards the contraption. When the ring lifts and begins to pull on it's strip of leather towards the God, he releases it and watches it sail towards the sphere.
Well, if Godzilla's coming straight from Japan I'm in the line of fire! Not gonna lie, I'd rather die to a kaiju than a wasting disease.
'Your master? Yes! As a matter of fact he told us to come here and tell you to shut it down. Shut all this down and go home!' Alldur calls out, removing a scroll from his case.
With Kimi:
'I do have to see this through to the end. If we don't, those lumber bastards are just going to keep their boots on the neck of this town. They'll keep making your lives worse.' Dugan frowns for a moment, thinking about the other children in this town and how they're all suffering. 'I talked to Jurin already, If he doesn't wise up and come see you, I want you to march up there and drag him out to play. Do it closer to the soldiers, though. As for Hollin, keep an eye on him for me. There's been too much strangeness around here lately. I hope the poor boy isn't under the evil eye of some foul beastie.' 'They get married?' Dugan looks legitimately confused at the thought of a giant wedding ceremony.
Good news everyone! Thanks to my stimulus check, and a quick trip into the infected regions, I'm back in action. Back to normal posting for me. Thanks for your patience!
Good news everyone! Thanks to my stimulus check, and a quick trip into the infected regions, I'm back in action. Back to normal posting for me. Thanks for your patience!
Updating again. Still working on getting operational. Same issues, returning more parts. I'll keep y'all uodated.
It got me 2 and a half paid weeks off! No infections but I work with special needs adults so we shut down to help protect our students. Here's hoping we all make our fortitude saves!
Hey man, you don't know what my fort is made out of!
Dugan spots the men standing atop the desk, in case one looses their footing.
A bear ate my shoe one time! Woke up in the morning and my shoe was gone off the front porch(my dad took no shoes in the house to the next level). I had to go to school in mismatched shoes that day and got new shoes after school. A few days later we were walking around the woods around our house and saw a pile of bear poo with bits of my sneaker in it.
Grezzag, your chin isn't as pronounced, but I approve of the fin!
Perfire's binding of the woman slowed as the tense interaction played out. It was more habit than anything, you could eavesdrop on your masters quarreling but a slave caught watching and not working would usually become the target of all the ire.
Happy hollandaise, y'all. I hope you get lots of books and dice!
Happy hollandaise, y'all. I hope you get lots of books and dice!
Congrats! That's all fantastic!
'Stay back, Scamp!' Dugan yells, hurling the cooking pot at the burrow.
We call it Potlach up here in the PNW, usually a really good time if they're open. Plus the food is really good. Fry bread is life.
Happy Holidays this weekend!
You'll be lucky if it's just the finger. I have a few spells I can work in that can help with communication too, I believe.
Dugan trudges tiredly into the well chamber. Spotting Kimi being her usual, rebellious self, he sighs to himself and grabs the girl firmly by the shoulder. 'Girl, I can't seem to get into your thick skull how dire a situation we're in.' His voice is hard and tired. He angles her head towards the worst of his wounds. 'I got these in here, worse will happen to you unless you stay sharp and be serious. I'm gonna feel real bad if I gotta carry your body back to your mama, so please, please stop treating this like it's some kind of country fair.'
Something skilled would definitely be welcomed, we've been finding most traps the hard way and get jumped a lot.
Hooray for an end to outages!
While the others distribute the weapons, Perfire takes a moment to examine the shabby tapestries. 'Could raise the dead, but couldn't pick up a feather duster.' he tuts to himself.
Having spent a considerable amount of time in restraints of various kinds while a slave, Perfire takes a deep breath as the net drops on top of him. He falls to the floor with the net, allowing it to lay across his body. After the net has settled, he lets out a deep breath, slimming his already small frame, and begins to slide from beneath it.
Kraft: Dinner?
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