Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
'Segeyo usamoni gose tuyun pune usito.' Blue says forlornly to Robious. When Red re-entters the room the babbling picks up in speed and excitement, reaching a fever pitch hearing his brother's generosity. 'Yie lun fenanie necidi lel ciemenet. Tone desota dutab ba. Vihen cenoc ereb efi na eda tid ulukege. Yen cisep ogi go nesap uler rit ro na ietazeze; he neqaroy sa so tivuger mohiruh gegiey vut. Aya tapener tahose riw kitarel diehopi alibomu zegines tit bedieli. Nirepet bu eyatite oponucip hi nekato. Teyuwit gel toxere hiyo liharal coqu inoca pok siecore vecuze? Roser rapane do pikihi ura aba miriebof.'
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue gets a forlorn look in his eyes as he watches his brother leave the room, like an dog who's owner is leaving to the store. 'sal vuri epalak reloyal wec lotukac fi robut lu! Ne rup cadiegom bala renasel tupulel tini gecoto? Pisor talekin ere labecet! Aga nesieli tone; riepum ecehar came nunehiy hir pute ogemetil pat awe ipidi: Cihoto yer atacer halol tata ta, himap teri ca metoti sihenev rococ. Edosup firi uxorag icarica neloma cubeyo; niwoc fi irafa rokiele usimete ra legoton tedito.' While his words are unintelligible, his sadness is clear.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue's attention is briefly torn from the flames by Drizzle's orders. 'Pa nep dole pu arip veme cori hohes epecat! Utepihan pitat tapexut silibe vunab pop nesec winilar ratitog liroda: Ipot ata jiso! Poner utisoc diterel lase axa pa wo?' The big man returns his gaze to the flames.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue stops to admire the tapestries. 'Uncle Taz an' his friends look like some kinda heroes. Wonder where the rest a' these fellas ended up?' Blue studies the tapestries for a moment longer before taking a look at the harp in the corner. He plucks the strings absentmindedly.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue claps his brother on the shoulder and laughs heartily. 'Ya just gave me time ta drink some more! I'll need ta hit the liquor cabinet again and I'll be go ta go. I found yer little gem thing, a bit fancy don't ya think?' Blue gives his brother an unreturned grin.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue admires the bottle before he offers the bottle to his conscious companions. He nods towards the staff above the fireplace. 'Anyone need a new walkin' stick?' Blue begins to grow impatient waiting on his sleeping brother to come to. He moves to stand near the door.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Losing interest in his sleeping brother Blue scoops up the polished onyx. He turns it over a few times in his hand, struggling to read the inscription. Eventually, the big man deciphers the text. 'I think ya dropped this when I shook ya.' Blue tucks the onyx into his brother's pocket and moves to inspect the bottle. After giving it a test sniff, Blue takes a healthy pull off the bottle.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue scoops up his brother and lay him across the desk. He attempts to wake Red by alternating between gently slapping him in the face, yelling into his ear, and shaking him rigourously. 'He's not this heavy a sleeper most uh tha time.' He shrugs to the elf and cleric.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Seeing his brother's wound improve, Blue's impish grin burns through the plain rage on his face. He gives Red a sharp kick in the side. 'Get up ya bum, thar ain't a thing wrong with ya now!' He shouts, laughing. He brings Loretta to bear on the winged creature once more. Don't let me down, sweetheart!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Groos? what the hell is a groos?: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 jeezy petes
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue roars in fury, seeing his brother fall after the strange creature's attack. He steps over his brother's body protectively, putting himself between the creature and his kin, and swings Loretta at the winged form. This one's for family Loretta!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 Blood for Blood!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue happily stows the razor in his bag before checking the chest himself. He too seems disappointed by the contents. He follows Red out into the hall. 'Aw, brother, there's plenty ah more rooms to explore in here.' Blue takes a small bit of joy in seeing his brother's obvious annoyance with him.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
'Outta tha way, I'll show ya how to treat misbehavin' help!' Blue clearly enjoys introducing the denizens of the house to Loretta. Have You Met Loretta?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 She Has a Killer Personality: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 'Ya seem shy, ya should react when tha lady of tha house introduces herself to ya!'
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
'I think ye both 'r color-blind. Ya got tha red right, this 'un ain't got no color on one side. Hey, brother, ya want one a uncle Taz's old cloaks!?' Blue fishes the other remarkable cloak out of the closet and holds the black and white cloak out to the open door across the hall.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue grabs a bottle of liquor and takes a pull. He steps back allowing Drizzle in to examine the liquids. He swishes the alcohol around in his mouth a few times and exhales contentedly after swallowing. 'Ol' Uncle Taz had good taste in hooch.' He says, taking another pull from the bottle.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
Blue swaggers into the room and his gaze immediately shoots to his brother at the cabinet. 'Well, well, well. Looks like we ain't hafta go all tha way down to tha cellar ta get a drink!' Blue shoves in next to his clearly annoyed brother and begins sniffing bottles. Red sighs and continues a more methodical search of the contents of the cabinet.
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
'Next rounds on me, boys. Says here my dear uncle...' He squints at the letter 'Taz-i-Max? Has passed on and left me a nice bit o' inheritance. Looks like me 'n Loretta gotta take a trip to...' He squints again at the letter, this time for longer, clearly re-reading the whole letter. 'Told?'
Male Human Fighter 1 HP 8/8 AC 2
'Not off tha top a my head, but if we find more, I'm more 'n willin' to join you in clearin' 'em out. Now, we been down in this hole too long and my skins are dry, as is my throat. What say we go grab a few rounds back at the tavern?' Blue says as he watches their exit to make sure nothing comes up behind them.
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