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Bozvrig releases another belch then sits back comfortably in his chair, his threatening posture melts away now that he's eaten. He picks at his teeth with a small bone he pulls from his matted hair, "Aye, perhaps we should talk ta dat fella 'for we retire fer de night."
Bozvrig takes a handful of mushrooms and gives them to Truffels, who devours them sloppily. Just like his companion, Bozvrig tears a hunk of bread from the loaf and uses it to dig into his stew, with not an ounce of decorum or manners. When his portion is complete, he lets out a satisfied belch, then washes it down with the underdark brew.
I Will be going camping this weekend and won’t be able to post.
“And food,” adds Bozvrig. He sets his scimitar against the table within arms reach, “Watcha got?”
Bozvrig sniffs out the room as Truffles searches for scraps of food on the floor. "Right. I'm hungry. Let's find us a seat."
Bozvrig hefts his blade across his shoulders, "Lead de way, Barnie."
Taking Barnabus's advice, Bozvrig roars at the fishfolk as he brandishes his scimitar and shield.
Approaching the city, "Ain't nearly as pretty up close, eh?" As Barnabus goes on and on about these 'books', Bozvrig scratches his head and gives Truffels a confused shrug. Truffels just grunts and trots along, looking for mushrooms along the trail. "So uh, how we gonna go 'bout lookin' fer our snake friend and the half-elf girl?"
Bozvrig keeps a lookout as the others peruse the contents of the coffer. "Oy, we should keep movin'. That big fish looked right pissed."
"C'mon kid, let's get outta here," Bozvrig gives Scarlet a touch and mends some of the deeper cuts.
If Scarlet and Del take care of the last fishman, Bozvrig will cast Resistance on himself. If not, then...
Armed with scimitar and shield, Bozvrig swings at the fish creature in front of him, “Back in de water, beasties!”
He whistles, and Truffels grunts and moves around to support Scarlet.
AoOs:
Oy, Del put dat ring in me pocket as a joke, I know it. Better lay off de little fella fer a bit.
Same! Ready to head across the bridge. Boz will take one of the antivenoms and some of that rope!
I say we take what's offered and trade in what nonmagical arms and armor we aren't using, until the costs are paid off. Is that enough?
Bozvrig stretches and swings his axe a few times to stay limber while Truffels rolls around in the fresh subterranean mud. The Druid stares in wonder at the twinkling lights across the water, “Which way ye goin’ ol’ timer? Perhaps we can offer ye some extra protection on de road.”
Yes I can, I’ll keep it on me.
Nvm on the axes and shortbow... Not proficient :p
Not quite understanding the basics of a monetary economy, Bozvrig begins placing items in his pack before any money is exchanged. He hoists his pack back up and addresses Bruthwol once more, “Ol’ Timer, ye got any feed fer me pig?”
My 2 cp Mundane Goods:
No need for those holy symbols, although maybe burn that lamashtu one. All the other mundane goods might as well keep. Wouldn’t get much dough from those anyways. Weapons&Armor
Armor... I guess I’m waiting till I can get my hands on some ironwood armor or similar. Expendables:
Boz will take the potions of Bull's Strength if no one minds.
Boz holds up the antitoxins and healers kit, "Let's get dese."
Bozvrig ponders the anti-toxins, "What sorta nasty critters be lurkin' 'round down 'here? What should we be 'xpectin'?" "Oy, and where can we get summa dat ale?"
Bozvrig stares around slack-jawed at the underdark scenery unfolding around them, “Oy, what wonders Nature has in ‘er store, eh?” He jogs down the slope to the merchant’s wagon and starts digging around in his wares, “Oy, whatcha got ol’ timer?”
At some point Bozvrig approaches Scarlet, “Didn’t realize ye were in a bad way, kid.” ability pts restored.
Having suffered a number of roach bites, Bozvrig heals a bit of his wounds, then sits and communes with the strong natural energies of this place.
Truffles moves in to provide a flank for Bozvrig.
Bozvrig calls out from across the battlefield, “Oy! ‘Atta boy Del!”
Bozvrig and Truffels keep at their respective roaches.
Box is too impressed by Truffels’ newfound might that he doesn’t realize he totally whiffed.
Boz and Truffles charge down the roaches facing off with the fire elemental.
Bozvrig moves 10ft out of the swarm, turns, and lobs the Alchemists Fire at it.
Truffles continues searching for a roach free location.
Bozvrig moves out of the swarm and towards the center of the room where he pulls out a vial of alchemist’s fire. Truffels isn’t too far behind him, hacking up a handful of acorns.
Aye true true.
I'm realizing it couldnt have been xeron and the girl who used the portal. They dont have an 8hr lead on us.
Bozvrig and Truffels search the roach dust for signs of recent passage.
Reaching the bottom, Bozvrig unties Truffels and rewards her with a handful of acorns.
Bozvrig sniffs a handful of dust. “Weird,” he mutters, “Roaches.”
"Danks Barny!"
"Oof, she's put on weight!"
Unless anyone has any better ideas, Bozvrig begins tying the far end of the rope around Truffels, making sure to make it secure and comfortable for her. She snorts and sniffs his hand as he does so, "It'll be alright girl. Just dontcha worry." He scratches her head reassuringly, "I'll be right behind ya."
"Acorns."
Bozvrig scratches the back of his head and smiles sheepishly, "Heh... We'll need ta lower 'er down first..." he indicates Truffels, who now seems a bit heavier than anyone remembers.
Bozvrig lets out a low and slow whistle, "Whoo... Dat's a long way down. Shall we get ta climbin'?"
You see the set of tracks that were left behind by Leera had circled the two fallen creatures, possibly examining them, but then continued on.
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