Bloody Angus finds the rage within to free himself of the tangle goop with one more slash of his waraxe.
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"Hey Angus, whos side are you on.. do I have to take you out or ya gonna, work with us?" he shouts at Angus while looking down the shaft of a blunt arrow Bloody Angus continues cursing in Dwarven like a mad man, shouting all sorts of nearly intelligible threats.
Cursing in rage he hacks at the taffy-like stuff nearly cutting through!
"Hey Angus! I need some healing here!" "Be reit thaur hen, thes shooldnae tak' but a tick." says Angus with murder in his eyes at the suddenly visible Miles.
"Awrite thaur leprechain?" the skald says to Miles.
When Miles flickers into focus Angus eyes him evilly. "Yoo're only puttin' aff th' inevitable." Angus says as he stalks around the grease.
Angus advances out of the darkness seething.
"Hi Angus! I heard the only kind of women you like are goblins!" he starts with a insult most dwarves would take offence to. "I have to say, this is the first time I've ever seen a dwarf flee from a gnome!" Bloddy Angus flies into a inarticulate, murderous rage, (this does nothing to abate his song however and actually only improves the rageful song) but he can't find the target of his sputtering aggression.
Angus looks about suspiciously before saying, "Och aye. 'at seems abit yer speed, coward." He spits on the ground and stomps away toward his captain.
Bloody Angus swings his waraxe, clipping the gnome hard.
Angus looks at the gnome coolly and says "Och, noo yoo're a deid mon."
Angus tugs at the blind beast caught in the darkness on slick ground.
The unsaddled horse moves with him out of gap between the buildings. He passes near Miles and shouts "YE! whit ur ye daein' man!"
Holding his waraxe in both hands, Angus's voice rises form the darkness like a walrus bellow from a very deep wooden barrel.
Dwarves pile out of the cathedral top and bottom, led by Warbeard. They take up the chant.
Angus continues to yell at Miles. "Gods blest ye fur ah fool! Ah said draw yer weapon! Reit! Ah comin' doon, an' if 'at sword is still oan yer belt aam gonnae shove it up yer crease baskit first!" He weaves a spell upon his captain. Name that spell - spellcraft DC 17:
Then he and Blue step from the battlements!
"YE DOON THAUR! OCH AYE YE, YE CAPERIN' DIVIT!" Bloody Angus calls down to Miles, "DRAW YER BLADE AN' DEFEND YER LAIRD, UR BY GORUM I'LL HAE YER WOBBLY BITS FUR GARTERS!" Scarlet's translation: "YOU DOWN THERE! YES YOU, YOU CAPERING IDIOT!" Bloody Angus calls down to Miles. "DRAW YOUR BLADE AND DEFEND YOUR LORD, OR BY GORUM I'LL HAVE YOUR WOBBLY BITS FOR GARTERS!"
"Kor! They e'en hae real dwarf bread!" exclaims Angus in appreciation.
"It's Ledda! He's relatively new sae ye dornt ken heem yit, hen," Makdoon says to Scarlet, "But he's a guid laddie tae hae yer back in a barnie." "Ledda, lit us in!" Scarlet: "It's Ledda! He's relatively new so you don't know him yet, girl," Makdoon says to Scarlet, "but he's a good lad to have your back in a fight."
"Ledda, let us in!"
"Is he an ally of your company, Makdoon? Or do you think your men just 'moved in'?" Makdoon looks sourly at the Numalar and then up at the keep. "Weel, th' gates ur still intact, naebody has tipped th' burnin' oil it, naethin' seems tae be burned doon, an' there's nae bluid. Mebbe th' company sweit talked their way in." "Well, the gates are still intact, no one has tipped the burning oil out, nothing seems to be burned down, and there's no blood. Maybe the Company sweet talked their way in."
The driver's tiny little arms snap the reigns, and cart begins to roll. "Nae. They got it afair. Aw we ken is 'at they ur hauld up in wonna th' farms it thes way." says the tall man's belt buckle. A third stubby arm extends from the man's gut pointing vaguely out toward the northeast. Scarlet's custom translation: "No. They got out before. All we know it that they are hold up in one of those farms out this way." [He points].
"'Main 'en. We cannae bide standin' it haur in th' open forever! Th' city guard is it patrollin' fur us." says a sour voice from the region of the very tall man's waist. "There's riders aw aroond us. We hae tae fin' th' Company ay th' Sapphire Scarab an' quick!" "Huh. Good to see you made it out in one piece. Angus, they didn't give you too much trouble, right?" "Whit?! Wi' these disguises!?"
"We cannae bide aroond haur oan th' causey. They ur lookin' fur us tay, ye ken."
"They got it afair th' lockdoon. They're hauld up in a farm jist eest ay toon."
"Reit! Noo 'at we aw luke inconspicuoos let's gie gonnae." Angus says leading a tugging Arbalasti on the dwarf wizard's leash.
He turns to Angus. "But that doesn't explain why he's after you. What have your lads been up to? Lord Hotspur could hardly know that we planned to hire your company, and he could have just hired them himself to prevent it." "Hoo shoods Ah ken? I've bin wi' ye th' whole time."
"Oh we had some excitement - right Alia?" Illthir coughs and gestures away from the trashed tavern. "And met someone that sounded like they knew what we saw. We'll you all about it once we have somewhere to sit down that isn't a battlefield." "Ur ye bapit? We cannae sit aroond haur if fowk ur lookin' fur us! Arbalasti says they ur hunkered doon at a farm tae th' eest ay toon. Let's gang!" Makdoon attaches Arbalasti's leash to the studded collar beneath the crazed dwarf's beard. "We used tae use a choke chain but it interfered wi' heem castin' spells."
In reply to Angus "Good or bad looking for the company? Will they be seeking you out to find where company is Angus?" Angus turns to Zokon with the expression of someone explaining something very simple to someone who was them self very simple. "In yer experience has thaur ever bin a time 'at it has bin a guid hin' 'at th' city guard was lookin' fur ye?"
"Cannie hen! Singe hasnae bin reit since he took 'at javelin tae th' heed!"
Angus barges back in with an older, meaner looking dwarf that Scarlet recognizes as Arbalasti Singe her brother's chief siege wizard. He growls. "Reit! Th' brigade's musterin' oot ay toon tae th' eest. we can reach 'em tonecht!" says Makdoon. "An' we ur leavin' tonecht. Half th' toon is lookin' fur th' brigade fur some reason."
The part of the party following Angus heads south toward the docks and a place called the Spotted Wolf. The place (which from without looks like an ill-repaired stable-house) seems to cater to itinerant soldiers. "I'll see if there's onie wuid. try tae stae oot ay trooble while aam gain."
"Most ay th' men waur billeted in th' farms aroond haur. but they ainae thaur noo. we micht be tay late. best check th' toon itself, an' see if they left onie wuid."
"Tauld ye it woods be a waste ay time." Angus mutters under his breath.
"With a bit of luck we'll be marching back this way soon." Illthir comments, after a few moments of deciphering Angus accent. She uses her most soothing and reasonable tone. "It might save us a lot of trouble to know how people important enough to have armed men of their own reacts to marching troops." **SNORT!**
"Aam beginnin' tae hink ye ur jist haur fur th' secht seein' lass." Angus growls under his breath in Scarlet's direction, obviously angry at what he considers yet another delay.
Angus doesn't move a muscle. He just seems to stare off in the direction the thing went. His knuckles are white upon the haft of his axe.
"W-what is it? Zokon did you see?" Angus stammers.
Angus pulls his waraxe free from its strap.
"'Piper'!?" Angus practically spits. "Whit an' twitter oan loch some greet orange-thumbed divit!"
"Nae bad fur a wee, peely waly half-elf lassie." **BURP!** Makdoon retrieves his nine-string baliset and begins to strum. "Thes is hoo it shoods be played. Ye can teel it's a dwarf ballad coz if it werenae it woods be guff."
Once he's done, after Terrion has draped his bowed and kneeling form with a cloak (and this time gotten it to stick) and people snap out of the trance wild applause in the form of coins start raining upon him. The whole camp seems to be crowded around the table. Terrion collects the coins for Makdoon and then helps the dwarf climb down from the big table. Wisps of smoke float upwards from the abandoned baliset--apparently still too hot to touch. You're pretty sure you all got more than a few drabs of sweat on you and your meal.
Durgan finds some loose coin in his drink and on his plate.
**schnuff, schnuff, schnuff, nom, nom, nom.**
**munch, munch, munch, nom, nom. BUUUURP!**
"Whit th' Nine Hells kept ye?" Strangely accented accent: "???"
"Ah cant' be waitin' fur ye forever, lass! Aam headin' out on tha' moorn come Nine Hells ur high water! Ye haur?"
"Make up yer bludy min', hen!" Angus shouts dropping his pack.
"Sae ur ye comin' ur nae?"
Likewise, Makdoon is ready as well. "Shoods be back inside ay month. Th' sooner we're gain, th' sooner we'll be back." He announces.
"Anyain else comin'?"
"Whit th' Hells was 'at?! Cannae a cheil sleep! Och! Whit happened?"
"Dornt gie tay comfy, laddie. We're leavin' fur mivon, first hin'." Angus says from the bunk across from Zokon's. Seconds later he begins snoring, his eyelids still ajar.
"Angus, keep your shirt on! We'll head out in the mornin'. My brother waited a year, I'm sure he wait for another day." Scarlet grabs a mug of ale, slaps Angus on the back and heads up to the Fey and Kobold guests. "Och aye, but if we dornt lae suin he's jist gonnae hire it tae someain else." Angus calls after her. "An' what's sae wrang abit mah manly chest 'at Ah shooldnae tak' mah sark aff?"
"Sae lassie, when ur we headin' it?" Angus abruptly asks Scarlet.
"Och aye, but th' Shrike has got o'coop'l o' roogh spots. White water. It woods be better tae tak' th' Eest Sellen if ye hae a boat." Makdoon replies.
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