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"If Father hadn't stepped in to save me as a child, I would have been one of the folks dead, too. But the Forge-Father helped us both out and though it has been hard growing up with dwarves and the kids were mean, ...unprepared metal shatters from a hammer's blow."
Brigid will not seek punishment against Ekkie, but with two underlings now under her control she may be able to set up a nice tribe *somewhere else* that is *not Magnimar*. If she wants to stick around, though... "If'n ye wanna stick aroun', lass, realize tha' there's a horrible beast in Magnimar! It's called the bureaucrasaurus, and it loves writing and taking money and memory from everyone, and if it doesn't get what it wants, it eats ye! It might be better for ye to take yer new peons t' a better place that isn't so dangerous, right?" It's probably not possible to try and save the limbs of the goblin dog, but Brigid would at least investigate that as a possibility, and try to get it, the peons, and Ekkie safely away from the city so they can start up a 'better' goblin tribe, hopefully learning a little bit from this experience and maybe improving the goblins a little bit down the road. It's a long shot, but that's part of what being a member of the Silver Crusade is about, and Brigid knows all too well what it's like to live in a society with fears and suspicions and anger all arrayed against her.
Brigid moves up a bit and points at the ground under the intimidating bugbear, even as she lets her performance linger once more.
"Stick around!"
Glue Seal(ACG): You cover a solid surface with a layer of sticky glue. Anyone in the area when the spell is cast must attempt a Reflex save. Those who fail become entangled, but can break free by succeeding at a combat maneuver check or an Escape Artist check as a standard action against the DC of this spell. The area of the spell is considered difficult terrain. A creature that tries to move through the glue must succeed at a combat maneuver check or an Escape Artist check as part of its move action (DC = this spell's DC). Creatures that fail lose their movement and become entangled in the first square they enter.
"Well, then. RIGHT!" She changes her song to that of battle! Move Action:
Standard Action: "Buggy ye're a boy make a big noise
We will we will rock ye
Buggy ye're a weak man hard man
Sure let's... what th' hell, Lyani? Ye trying t' upstage me? HMMF!
Brigid launches into a haunting tune to appeal to the Bugbear's sense of grandeur and having folks coming to perform for him, even, down here... "There is a bear in Magnimar
My buddy, he is, th' May'r
Brigid resists the urge to mock Ekkie's throw. Obviously she was trying to not hit any of the party members, which was good on her part. Very smart. With combat secured Brigid will wait for the 'goblin guide' to cross before crossing over herself, using the rope for support if Lyani ties it off somewhere good.
Brigid's eyes light up as the goblin starts chanting! She moves up a bit, but not far enough away that the party can't hear her! Dwarven:
"tis be a sing-off, then? RIGHT!"
Countersong:
Countersong (Su): At 1st level, a bard learns to counter magic effects that depend on sound (but not spells that have verbal components). Each round of the countersong he makes a Perform (keyboard, percussion, wind, string, or sing) skill check. Any creature within 30 feet of the bard (including the bard himself) that is affected by a sonic or language-dependent magical attack may use the bard's Perform check result in place of its saving throw if, after the saving throw is rolled, the Perform check result proves to be higher. If a creature within range of the countersong is already under the effect of a noninstantaneous sonic or language-dependent magical attack, it gains another saving throw against the effect each round it hears the countersong, but it must use the bard's Perform skill check result for the save. Countersong does not work on effects that don't allow saves. Countersong relies on audible components. "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
Well now, I get low and I get high
Brigid will help with the getting people out of and across the pit and attempt to recover her arrow. There's not enough left to call an arrow, almost... The examination of the goblin set-up does get an intrigued nod from the bard. "Wow. This is pretty complex goblin work. No wonder ye were tryin' t' get in with 'em, Ekkie."
She keeps an eye out just the same, goblins are sneaky buggers. "Think we might want t' hit th' open room first t' secure it, then the corridor before openin' th' door?"
As Lyani starts looting the would-be guide, Brigid coughs. First a little bit at the necklace of fireballs... and then even louder and harder at the potion of cure light wounds. "Ye know I've got a wand to handle that sort 'f thing, right?" She's also trying to figure out what the legalities of the situation are... granted, the goblin's roguish, but at the same time it IS cooperating...
"You weren't told *what* shinies t' get, aye? Well, today is your lucky day!" The 'half-human' grins toothily and excitedly! Brigid has a plan. It's not a good plan, but it is a plan! She pulls out a bell that's been marked with her name in Dwarven (bunch of runes) on one side and has a Glyph of the Open Road on the other (in case it gets lost so she can identify it.) She may or not actually be starting to agree with the goblin sentiments about horses after her own encounters during the chase... Stupid ****** horses! "You found this shiny when y' were looking around the 'longshank' place!" She drops the bell into a scrap of cloth and sets it next to the goblin. "What is y'r name, smart little 'un?"
"Look, we obviously don't want t' kill ye, we want t' talk. But we've got t' have a way 'f doin' that?" Brigid's dwarven accent gets a bit thicker as she gets a bit more frustrated, but she's forcing herself to remain calm, still not going for any weapons. "Torag 's my witness, if y' actually do need t' go to trial, I'll represent y', even, 'kay? Pro bono"
Isabella gets a deadpan look. "If that were the case, she's a bit too short and narrow for me?"
Brigid holds up her hand in what she hopes is a peaceful motion, with no weaponry in it, even. She makes three statements as she watches the goblin's body language, making slow motions as she pulls out her coin purse. Dwarven:
"Can you understand this?" Draconic:
"Can you understand this?" Orcish:
"Can you understand this?" Failing a response to any of those apparent inquiries, she'll reach into the coin purse and pull out a gold coin embossed with the symbol of Torag.
Phase 1
Brigid gets STOPPED by the stupid Fence. Well, yes, it does make a bit of sense. Fences are there for a REASON. Phase 2 Climb fence again?
Phase 3 Rip hole in wall in anger (Squeeze through)
Phase 4 Try to climb the ******* fence again.
Phase 5 'Mired' Phase 6 Try to climb the ******* fence again.
Phase 8 "MOVE!" Brigid makes her way through the crowds easily enough. No one wants to mess with the strange half-orc.
Phase 9 Dwarven:
"STUPID ******* HORSE!
Phase 8 Dwarven:
"STUPID ******* HORSE! I hope they turn you into glue!!
Phase 9 'Mired' Phase 10 Dwarven:
*profanities abound*
Phase 11 She finally makes it past Fated-To-Be-Glue.
Phase 12 Talk to the nice city Guardsman, is he cute?
Phase 13 Talk to the nice city Guardsman, is he a RACIST?
Phase 14 Dwarven:
"SERIOUSLY? FOR ****** SAKE. TORAG, GIVE ME STRENGTH!"
Phase 14
Phase 15
Phase 16 'Mired' Phase 17
Brigid finally manages to push open the grate and tries to calm down, hoping she's not finding faster party members dead or unconscious. Because this whole chase-thing? Someone's gotta pay for it, and it ain't her, she wasn't the trespasser.
There are probably many tales behind the half-orc bard. The least of which probably starts with the dwarven war axe that she wears comfortably on her left hip, progressing to the durably well-crafted studded leather armor with a lot of runes embossed upon it (not magical to the senses), to the very prominent tattoo work of Torag's faithful up her arms and around her neck. The fact she has her hair done in a very tasteful braidwork that extends over her shoulders... well, it's almost like she's a dwarf wannabe... or... was she... raised by them??!! "Hueh. They had ye poke at a fortress too? Figyers. They send so many folk that way, ye'd think they made it a trainin' facility?" There's a bit of a pause. "An' then they had me an' some folk poke at some stuff over in the Rivers, it's been busy." Her Taldan ('Common') has that particular canter to it that clearly indicates she's been at least living with some dwarves for a while. "Brigid Thundertone. Or 'half-human', if'n ye wanna be crass. First *official* mission f'r the Society." "'s far as what t' expect? Anythin's possible."
"So! I've heard that there's this expedition what is headin' t' the Spire. Heard a little bit 'bout it in Absalom an' my family, but th' folks over by the River Kingdoms were kinda closed-mouthed about it, somethin' about not wantin' t' make waves or somethin'. I'd be interested in it, an' Torag knows if there's nasty stuff down there, it needs dealin' wit'. Where do I send my resume t'?"
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