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Brix curses himself for forgetting to grab a flying potion for Salliss earlier as he steps forwards towards the ritual circle. The goblin crouches down. He starts to draw on the bits of Occult know-how he's picked up over the years, but he can't focus. Instead his anger keeps bubbling up. Anger at Zarta's weird coyness - even now! - about what they seem to know or have known about this demon lord. Anger at Hesla and how she decided mass-murder and conquering was an easier endgame than just sharing her plan with any of the dozens of groups who would have gladly helped her. Anger at how the city authorities seem happy to leave handling the arrest of a fraudulent international terrorist to the Society, but also so eager to blame us if the problem they kicked over to us to handle got handled the 'wrong way'. But moslty anger at the looming demon lord itself. Killing so many - driving others to kill against their nature and damning themselves in the process - all for nothing but sadistic glee. Brix feels that anger boil over. And channels that rage into a honed point to be sent directly into Ingalor's throat.
Wield? Brix looks at the scythe in his hand. You mean actually stab him in the head with this? He turns to Zarta How 'bound' is your magic gonna make this thing? Because if this is an honest-to-Gods demon lord brought back to life - which we still don't even know how Hesla got that to happen by the way so who knows what other surprises she might've built in there - I'm not sure how any of us will be able to even get close enough before we're swatted away.
Aside based on the IC 'what do you call out' discussion that made me think of this: I once had a goblin caster who would consistently mis-name spells based on what they should be called. I.E. when he uses a 3rd-level spell to create a massive spherical eruption of fire, clearly that's a 'flaming sphere'.
Far from thrilled about swarms, Brix spreads out from the gathered mass and digs into the pouch to retrieve one of Zarta's offered vials. He then hurls the frigid bomb at the closer mass, hoping they can be frozen to death. ◆ Stride
for plus 3 cold splash
%&$*, $&%(, #&$*/i] Brix continues to think to himself as the goblin's eyes quickly take in the blazes all around. He takes a moment to tie [i]Riftcarver securely to his back to keep his hands free, takes a deep breath, and rushes in to where he hears cries and coughs.
Even with his ring providing some small measure of protection, the flames and heat are scorching against the frost goblin's fur.
Well $&%*# Brix says as the horrifying scene erupts in the sky. I thought that thing was dead. the goblin whirls at Hesla, screaming at her as he quickly retrieves the freshly stowed Riftcarver to have it on hand. THIS was what you wanted? How many people are going to die from this just so you could feel strong and because you were mad at a little guild!!!
Moving with an evil scythe in hand takes a bit of getting used to for Brix, but his relfexes narrowly seem to be enough to kick in as he scrambles out from the manor grounds.
Brix glares at her. And you’re ‘cause’ is what exactly? Using demons to crush some places until they make you queen? Well, that went about as well as it did every time anyone else thought of it: poorly. So you can keep ranting to us if you want but it’ll just be more evidence for the trial. And fighting back now still’s just more on the pile. So I’d suggest shutting up and acting calm until you get to your cell. Maybe hold it in for your lawyer. Heard you were flirting about with a lot of big shots in the city; sure there’s no way they’re the types who’ll drop you like a stone after what you’ve done.
Looking at the scythe they disarmed from Hesla, Brix asks the others: Anyone mind if I toss this in my Bag until we get it somewhere more secure? Rather keep Demon-%*#’s out of reach.
He then morphs the weapon into a shortsword and manages to stab her in someplace unimportant. for plus Not for lack of trying... Brix mumbles as he lashes out - with the flat of his blade - at the lady. Sallis makes a valid PR point to the goblin at least. But this is getting tiresome he adds. Looking at their foe in a rough place he whistles a bit to himself and draws on his scant magical reserve to try and get in the proverbial 'knock-out' blow. ◆ Casting True Strike
Brix then turns his head towards Makie and says While she's staggered, go for the fingers. Let's see if we can pry it loose! ◆ Prep to Aid Makie on a possible Disarm attempt.
↺ Aid:
Got a rule that when someone is ranting about demons and keeps trying to bleed you out, I stop swinging when their swings do! Brix grits in response. Glaring back at Hesla, he adds So: best way for you to get out of here for another day is to drop the blade and plot another day from jail. ◆ Demoralize He then lashes out twice in quick succession. ◆ for plus
Brix again takes advantage of Hesla' distraction to get his own jab in.
Makie crosses the rift, though she gets a bit singed by the acid. She drops into a combat stance, becoming solid as a rock and lashes out at Hesla. As Makie's fist strike at Hesla and the 'lady' flinches, Brix takes advantage of the distraction to stab out again at her.
The Goblin then looks at Hsla as she tactically withdraws north. Demon stick's causing a lot of problems.... he thinks at he yells out at it [b]You're god's dead! Twice now I hear! And your new flame can't even keep a hold of her own gods! Not a winning hand you're in! ◆◆ Intimidate to Cower/Disable the scythe
Brix then darts forwards in pursuit to box Hesla in.
Whoa, wait. Brix says, ignoring Valais entirely to focus on Zarta's casual reveal. What do you mean 'next task is just 'bring in Hesla'? Happy to stop her but ain't that the whole ballgame? What more steps are there? If we know where she is why did you need all of that other junk? What are you doing Z? -- Brix is a bit gobsmacked as Falwynd comes to lecture them right at the gate. Has everyone in this town lost their minds since I've been gone the goblin thinks as he pushes back What'll make it worse is keeping a wanted fugitive holed up in your yard 'stead of turning her in. We're not gonna jump to murder but you're pal's got so much blood on her hands. As Hesla emerges - and immediately jumps to using a demon artifact for attempted murder, he begins racing forwards after Sallis. Look! he yells out to Hesla as he moves. Jail's better than the morgue and its still on the table. Drop the scythe NOW, last warning.
Closing with the 'lady', he lashes out with a strike of his own. for plus
It can be a hassle. Brix admits. But I met with one'a the Blakros' before. Couldn't hurt to see if they're willing to do a favor for us. We've stopped their place from burning down enough times. On the way, the goblin also gives Pip a thumbs up Good thinking canvassing the locals there. Saved us some time trying to pick over a bunch of blocks for fair scraps.
Brix's eyes widen behind his mask as he notices too late Hobbs' intent. Freezing for a moment as juice drips down the venture-captains face, he whirls at the wizard. 'What are you doing?!?!? You're acting as impulsive as the stories paint us as! He was our ally, cooperating, one of our bosses. And more importantly, he did not sign the friendly-fire release!' Turning back towards Jorsal, Brix takes off his mask so the crusader can see he face as he speaks. Jorsal, we met before. That incident around that Devil’s Rest post. Years back, you may not remember, but we're as dedicated to the Society as you are. even if some are not as tactful about it. Look: tensions are high at the moment. Real high. Demons coming back, Lodge on high alert and expecting to be attacked. Enemy in the wind. Think Hobbs here took the pressure a bit too much to heart getting freaked about the time crunch and not basic tact Brix spares another stern glance backwards. But Helsa's still out there. so after she's all settled you can write up whatevr reports and reprimands you want. You've got witnesses who'll back ya. He indicates himself and most of the rest of the party. But while I am real real sorry you got mussed, first priority's gotta be protecting the Lodge, right?
Brix gives Valais a look before following Valsin along. At Pip's suggestion, the goblin nods. Makes sense; grab him while we're here. Extra time for him to get all sad about something or other. Maybe swing by the kitchen and grab some onions? Turing back to Zarta, he asks 'fore we go though: what did Helsa do? Both action and damage-wise I mean? Sorry if its the obvious question, but it's my first time back in Absalom in a bit. Eando seemed to imply she brought back a big demon? But then he also said some Pathfinders took it down, so now she's paired up with a different demon? - Ingalor? Is that right? If so, what can he do?
Brix stays pretty silent as Eando and the others explain the situation. He does let out a whistle when they seem finished for the moment. Don't ever just call me out for the calm ones do you? Looking at Eando, the goblin asks Where's this Helsa at now? Your spies able to tell you that? And 'Ingalor Reborn': what's the 'Re' part of that. I heard some rumors about that that demon was very much dead not a few months back.
Yeah, but most of that was out in the cold. Brix explains to Pip as he accepts her card. Got recruited in by an old VC along with some of my tribe to do some scouting about in Irrisen. Guess you'd call it 'Field Commissioning' now, but back then it wasn't exactly common for any group to not mind working with goblins and the work seemed fine so I hopped aboard. Brix moves over to the table to grab an apple himself. He munches on it while he continues. 'Course then we didn't hear much from that Captain for a loooong while. Didn't think too much of it, stories get passed around about Pathfinders they're always going off the gird for ages at a time. But by '19 I finally got worried enough to make my way to a Lodge and check in. mmmm, good fruit spread 'Finders there were mighty surprised, but still had my papers so got checked in. Been a lot more regular sorta work since then. Brix finishes off the apple, smacking his lips. It is funny though. I mean by that time I think you all were getting more and more gobs involved. he smiles again at Hobbs, but they sure did seem all in a bother, whisperin' and messagin' when they saw my recuruitment papers and the signatures. Never did give me a clear answer on what happened to good old Catain Hestram either...
I too late? grunts a light-furred goblin rushing into the lodge. A clacking sound of various daggers, knives, and other items dangling from straps and sheaths echoes as he moves. Sorry. First mission back after a well-deserved break's a bad one to miss the clock for. As he catches his breath, the goblin's face winces slightly as he massages his joints. Oof, I'm gettin' old. Just hit my 15th year as a Pathfinder ya know? Sometimes start to wonder how many I got left. Looking around, he nods to his fellow goblin and puts out a hand in greeting towards them and the others. Anyway, name's Brix. Pleasure.
A stocky goblin in leather armor leans against the wall of the lodge. Sheathed at his side are two weapons: a cold iron dagger, and a jagged dagger that seems to glisten with a greenish sheen. He steps forward and you notice something strange about him: while one of his eyes is the expected red, the other is a light green shade. Hmph. Name's Brix. Brix Frostfur. And tell you what: I'm a bit tired of all these new agents staring at me like I'm some sorta quirky new hire. Been a Pathfinder since 4710, going on a decade now! Got recruited by a Venture Captain himself: Adril Hestram! The goblin takes out a piece of parchment from his pack and proudly displays it. First mission was to head out into the wilds and scout and wait, so I did. Got good at scouting, hiding, surviving on my own. Had to patch myself up, hunt my own food, but I did it as well as anyone. And waited. And waited. Then some decade later a few green Pathfinders come across me, let me know Hestram seems to have forgotten to actually file the paperwork, and bring me back in 'from the cold'. Brix shakes his head. Gotta say don't mind the cold. I mean so far it's been nice heading all over. Different sights to see, things to do: never thought I'd get all the way to Jalmeray and Nex in my life. Just wish I could get these Pathfinders to stop relying too much on their horses. They'll turn on you in a second: running away, panicking into a pit, becoming a skeleton. Even in the desert they try to use tumor horses and act like it's all normal. The goblin shudders. Fools... |
