Bedik uses his shield to protect himself from the blasts of fire.
Without even drawing his sword, he slams his shield at the witch in front of him.
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Bedeck looks wholly surprised when a ball of acid splashes him and sizzles. He winces at the pain and then looks to the 'ladies', his gaze serious. "On behalf of the safety of the townsfolk, your witchcraft has sentenced you to death." With that, he charges the most vocal one, drawing his shield and slamming in into her.
Bedik shrugs at Whisper, "Sorry Wolven, I don't understand your language. These ladies are clearly having a get together and making beef stew for their husbands. An honorable thing." Bedik turns back to the ladies and speaks earnestly, "I'm sorry for bothering you ladies. If you or your husbands remember or see anything I'd appreciate it if you would find me and let me know." He then looks shocked and ashamed, "I am so terribly sorry! I have not introduced myself! I am knight Bedik at your service." At that he gives a formal bow, folding his hand in front of his waist and dipping low.
Bedik shakes his head earnestly, "No ma'am, I was not accusing you. In fact, I specifically said that I didn't believe that you were thieves. That is why I asked you if you knew where the this were."
"Ladies," Bedik bows his head repectfully. "I am to find those who have stolen Joseph's cattle and bring them to justice." At this he stows his shield once more. "Do you happen to know where the thieves might be? Surely you fair folk couldn't have done such a criminal thing."
Bedik sees his allies trying to sneak and he resolves himself. He stands upright, draws his shield, and walks confidently into the clearing with the voices.
"Witchcraft!" Bedik whispers in exclamation followed by a spit. He then grabs his black shield from his back and crouches down.
"Ungh?" Bedik grunts as he looks back to Jonathan. He thinks for a moment and then shrugs with some effort, "My plan was to wait for the thieves to come to steal." He then notices Whisper off looking back at them and shrugs again. "Or that I guess." he says as he begins following the wolven.
Bendik smiles and nods, "Many thanks."
Bendik grunts in affirmation, "I serve the common folk." With that, he begins trudging in a random direction (unless the farmer pointed when he said north, then he'll head in the pointed direction).
Bendik nods his head, "Yes. We will post up with your cattle this night. Where is your farm?"
Bendik confidently strides up to Joseph. "Are you farmer Joseph?" he starts gruffly, but friendly. "I am Knight Bendik and I would aid you with your missing cattle." Bendik offers his hand in shake.
Bedik puffs out his chest, "As a knight, Joseph will trust my judgement in companions. Just allow me to speak to him."
Bedik squints his eyes at the crew before him for a few moments before nodding with a grunt, "I will accompany you to help Joseph and then the claim jumper. Society exists because we have laws and traditions. Those who break these are dishonorable and must be punished." With another nod he follows the eclectic group.
Bedik scoffs at Jonathan, which sounds half grunt from behind the tusks, "I am no servant or slave. I do not work jobs. I help people because that is my duty." He regards Vargos with unconcealed skepticism, and then Whisper and Oi'Che with piqued curiosity. It seems that Bedik is not a hard one to read. "I am Bedik, knight of the people. I am a defender of the weak and avenger of the victimized." At this he clenches his fist in emphasis.
A bald and rough looking orc stands looking at the town's job board. He is slightly shorter than an average orc but his frame is by no means lacking. His muscle is very well balanced across his body. Covering this beautifully physiqued build is a scratched but quality looking breastplate with a pristine large black shield. Though the shield looks magnificent, what really catches the eye about this orc is a distinct lack of any crests. A knight in appearance in every way, down to the heavy mace at his side, but no crest on a single article of clothing. "I find myself drawn to helping Joseph," the orc says gruffly, his words fighting past his pronounced tusks. "What about you?" |