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"He never even said thanks for setting him free. Manners are just as important where I come from," he finishes with a sigh. Then Bedu turns his mind to the future as they walk back. "We all going after Valanthus? Maybe spend a day buying new gear tomorrow and then leave on the next vessel heading to our boy Vanderboren."
Bedu steps up to the worg and offers to unlock the collar. "I can make the attempt again. Maybe with luck I can do better?"
"Alas Mr Wolf - your life is in your paws. Choose well for Erick is a hunter with promises of iron."
Bedu follows quietly but nonetheless happy at the way the party is behaving. It has been hard but we have come through.
I'm not sure what to go with? Do we benefit more from me going off bardy or roguey?
I'm a hobbit - I like small windows!
Bedu starts helping too.
"Indeed I am most wrong to think of you as a him. Perhaps it is dizziness from a lack of good food and drink while a surfeit of stress and danger. However some of this does not belong to Lady Lavinia, so perhaps we should decide what happens to that wealth, what you all think? Don't you agree, Erica? Oops there I go again thinking of you in skirts and a basque - we should get my poor stomach fed. Ha ha." Bedu's eyes twinkle in embarrassment and pleasure at the banter. He gamely submits to Gavin's attention's if the healer joins in.
Bedu tests the water, "what share does Ismaire deserve? Is that a question for the Lady Lavinia or do we think that the danger of the Lotus Dragons means the druid and his raptor should get the same as the rest of us?" Bedu winks back at Tessa as she watches Erick stretch.
Bedu gives a low whistle, "Bedu be praised. A fine burglar you will make and prove my father wrong."
"Be praised so much for the chance to keep practising. There may be bigger traps in here - perhaps it would be safer if you all stay back some." adds the short Qadiran with a faint smile at the man's joke. The dark hobbit waddles inside the room checking it carefully. He bends down and starts to work at the chests. In his head he counts the risks and fully expects to make another mistake. A deep breath then he starts with his lucky lockpick again.
Nerves or adrenalin, who knows why Bedu does his best work this time but perhaps the practise is paying off.
"Lady Lavinia should see this while we go to help those pirates. Master druid Ismaire I hope one day to feel like you again but Sasserine has many vipers and we are trying to put them in baskets. Oh and then I believe that we get to roll dice or place bets on who gets to set light to Valanthus' basket. He is a special case - a king cobra of a poisonous fool." Bedu smiles at the druid and dangerous raptor.
When the silence grows and the gas is gone, Bedu pops his head around the corner and grins at the cut down lizard then frowns, "my little eyes are not at their best. But it would seem that you do not have the body of Rowyn. She is under the bed, perhaps? No. I am sorry Gavin but she promised you would have another chance to kill her." The halfling starts looking for anything of use in the rooms, whistling as he goes. But it slowly stops as he gets busy.
Round Three "An apology written in your blood! Faithless thief and cold hearted killer I name you Rowyn. Heroes I name those that slay you. Come on heroes, come on!"
"Come on Gavin! For your parents who died at the hands of this she-worm, shouts the halfling
Round 2 Unable to see the action directly, Bedu keeps up his rain of words, inspired by Erick's blunt comments and Gavin's family and their home, his invective gets a little louder as he shouts.
Bedu starts to exhort the party to greater efforts and his voice sounds back up the corridor and into the chamber where the rest are fighting for their lives.
"By the power of our arms let us triumph for Gavin's parents and all others that the Lotus Dragons have hurt with their evil!"
The little halfling breathes in at the sight of such quick reactions, then he points at the girl and murmurs a few soft words round the corner of the doorway.
Then he steps back to let the others fight.
"No macaroons? Perhaps our leader, the Owner of the sword Bloodthirster, the Dreadful Deadeye, Erick Bonestihl will step forward to complete the deal. However beforehand while he listens and decides perhaps you can sweeten the pot and tell me what we get in return for our obvious talents? What share are you offering as a start for our discussion?" Bedu smiles at the reptile, "a crested felldrake, not a creature I see often as a pet. Hard to tame and feed." The halfling looks back through the door briefly to see if Erick is happy for the conversation to continue or intends to step forth.
Bedu takes his cue from Tessa and slips into the room and stays near the door against the wall. He slides his left hand down the front of his robe and smooths it down, picking a speck of bugbear juice off as well. "Bedu Bakander at your service, madam. My mother said it is politeness itself to introduce myself and with your interesting offer to take us on it would be pleasant to begin with your moniker too, please." With a bow. The halfling grins at the lady and her reptile beyond the bed. "Oh and it would be pleasant to meet with the other Vanderboren...Valanthus too. Perhaps we can discuss everything at once over a quiet drink and some macaroons?"
"...or we can wait for their spells to wear off?" finishes the irrepressible halfling.
Quietly the bard turns and lets the conversation finish, "When a young boy becomes a man, there is a party with dancing, music and many magical displays - the more the richer the family and their esteem in the boy's future. Mine was a party to remember!" "So everyone think of what is behind that door as such a party - without the music and dancing," he apologises.
Bedu takes the hint and moves forwards carefully detecting for traps and magical dangers, especially beyond the bugbear zombie.
Then the halfling waves back and checks the door listening carefully then seeing if it is locked or not gently.
Bedu speaks shakily, "praise be you all are so good with those weapons. Me, I would not have lasted long against it." "Tessa have this gift for that shoulder. Perhaps you may lower the wound a little to my height. I am wider than tall!"
Round 1 Bedu starts to encourage everyone to kill the beast, seeing how successful he wasn't with his crossbow.
Bedu fires on the right word, with one eye open and the other closed, his sights fixed on the forehead of the bugbear.
EDIT:+2 to hit when it should be +4
Bedu steps back and loads his crossbow with a faint nod. His mouth stays firmly shut at this time.
Bedu follows Tessa, "THAT is a problem."
"These Lotus thugs know we have visited. I say we take the map itself if we can and annoy them some more. Perhaps Vanthus will be more than told off for his failures to catch us. Perhaps we should sleep carefully from now - entering this den makes us a very serious problem - more like a charging camel than a stinging wasp."
"Holed is what you do to a ship if you want it to sink. Maybe there is a protection racket on the docks - one that included our first actions on behalf of the Good Lady Lavinia. This is a work of art as well, probably of value as evidence and treasure. Could we perhaps take it with us, divine providence that someone left it for us?" smiles the nodding halfling.
It took us about six months to do the last 50 posts, we have tried during that time to reinvigorate the game at least four times. I'm happy enough to keep playing (I'm posting daily in my other game). The key is that everyone has to be doing that to energise the game. It feels like different individuals have being trying at different times. Sadly, looking at the more recent track record I've highlighted I'm not sure we are enjoying the game enough to warrant trying a fifth time. Cheers
I'd like to give it a try however arranging this before Jan 5th is probably a non starter since my time is not ..... mine. After that could be much better. cheers
Bedu takes the momentary silence as a sign and stops calling for greater battle. He peeks round the corner just to make sure the enemy is gone. Then his eyes widen at the corpse. "Well done, my friends. I am glad to have you between it and my proud stomach."
Bedu exhorts the others since he can only hear the inhuman shriek, not pig. definitely not pig. He prepares to move up as well if the others charge on. "End the noise, quick everyone, silence such a racket, please!"
Bedu moves up just behind Erick and readies his crossbow, training it on the door just in case. "I am ready Gavin. Let us hope it is merely a roast pig leftover for us to eat."
Bedu pulls out a small mug, much like a thimble compared to what most others use and mixes the water and ale delicately, drinking with a small smack of his lips, "many thanks, my friend."
Bedu gathers in what information there is and scans for mention of the name of their Lady and her brother. But Erick is right, time to move on so he readies to leave handing over the untidy documents quickly. One stubby hand pulls at his waist and frees the waterskin so he can take a refreshing slug at it. He offers it round the others, including Ismaire. "Alas, no wine to befuddle our wits, just a small water break from a small friend. Ha!"
Stepping forwards and pulling out his new no.3 hookpick, the halfling checks the hole first for deadly or even dangerous traps, then he fiddles at the lock gently at first and then with a steady increase of frustrated pressure.
Bedu steps back and gives his pick a hard stare as he puts it away. "Apologies," he mumbles waiting for the skeleton keys to show him up again.
Bedu smiles as the kobold leaves, then watches the facile Erick cover for Gavin who's face is like an open book. He gives a gentle clap at the request from his companion and then heads forwards to listen for any clues, entering the training room very quietly.
"My friend this place is as quiet as a gr-..sleeping thief. I do not see any traps either." hopes Bedu as he searches the tunnel ahead.
Bedu tells the kobold to wait for him at the nearest inn outside the Taxidermists Hall. If he is there then he can go to Kora at the Vanderboren's home. Afterwards he follows the pair with a faint whistle and skip in his little steps, taking a moment to hitch up his tight belt.
Bedu steps up and helps the kobold refill his pot, smacking his lips as he cleans his fingers afterwards, "Oh, my dear Churtle. I am Bedu and you are a treasure that I am sure we can find a good home for. I know a friendly halfling called Kora, she can help you with that I think. Now this Boss lady? Is she magical? Or a warrior? Or what is her best guards like? Dogs or worse?" Bedu opens his mouth to add further questions but the befuddled look on the draconic tells him, it is time to listen.
Bedu whistles as the red juice sprays out of the man's face, "and there I thought my friends had lost their touch. So sorry for doubting you all. Also the gods have smiled on us with Ismaire and his companion. Dangerous and makes them think twice."
Bedu calls on his magic again, aiming for the same thug again, calling for its mind to be confused.
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