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GM: "Tara and Kaitha have gone missing. I went to strnagle the truth out of that bastard innkeeper. But now strangers have taken over the inn and refused to let anyone in. I'd go to the constable but I'm just as sure he'd stab me in the back as help me."
GM: When Caithan reaches his destination he starts banging on the door as insistently as he did at the inn.
GM: We'll head to them for now.
GM: Well not like I have a choice about it now. I go fetch the constable and tell him some strangers took over the inn and refuse to let anyone inside.
"You're making one hell of a mistake bringing the constable into your business since he's one of them now. I don't have time to argue with strangers." And with that the man runs off into the dark.
"Too much strangeness happening in this town for you to make me think you just took over the mans inn out of the kindness of your heart. You should try again or let me see him before I alert the guard."
A tall figure stands in the doorway looking roughly middle aged his curly red hair is streaked with white strands. Armed and red in the face as if he's already exerted hismelf to get here. Taking a step back at seeing the stranger open the door he gets in a stance halfway between running and charging as if by reflex. "A local patron. Which you're not."
The pounding on the door becomes more demanding.
Background wise I'm going the safe route and making him an old vet from Lastwall. I think I may have everything correct. Let me know if I'm missing some things.
A shame. But at least Caithan can find a new home. :(
CAithan i s too fascinated by the concept of a prehensile nose to give the serpent much notice.
"Hrm, just kind of takes all the fun out of it really."
"Shouldn't be all that bloody difficult. Bird shed feathers all the time."
"That's nice of you to ask permission chum but don't expect me to give you a lot of advice on it. I've purposely kept myself ignorant on matters as far as magic goes."
Caithan carefully strips down to his jimmies. Revealing a rather muscular and hairy man benath the armor and clothes. Many scars from sword, spear and claw cover the mans tanned flesh but none so large or so grotesque as to make him hideous. "Haven't done anything like this since I was a lad."
"Diving? No. Fighting monsters and finding an exceedingly rare pearl? More difficult."
Caithan prods the wizard with an elbow. "Can we please stop arguing with the half mad hermit and get out of the bloody tides!?!" Caithan roars over the waves half pleading. Behind him the tied up dogs whine sympathetically.
Caithan harnesses and ties his dogs to him to ensure they get across, taking his time to slowly but surely get through even as the puppy at the end of the rope insists at barking at the crabs and bouncing up and down in excitement. Roaring over the pounding surf he states as the horn blows. "Are we sure that's a good idea?"
Caithan looks on in amazement at the cliff. "Bloody hells..." he mutters.
"Thanks for that chap and for the save their HElga." Caithan says rubbing at the new scar on his face. "Bloody savage had a devilish swing."
Surprised by the sheer ferocity of the freemens sudden assault Caithan roars and attempts to simply impale the man and nail him right into the roof. 5ft. shift back. Attack (challenge, p.attack)
Caithan stabs the fanatical murderer again trusting in the others to save Jask. "Fancy dances don't frighten me fiend!" Attack
Not wasting any Time Caithan simply rushes forward and tries to impale the mad man on his massive obsidian tipped spear. Swift Challenge Partial charge Power Attacking Tetzo attack
Caution to the wind Caithan hustles up the ladder.
Caithan orders his dogs to stand guard. Obviously dogs adn ladders don't mix. Then follows behind.
Not wanting the man to decide to take up archery while they go about their dirty business Caithan takes the time to cut the string before he encourages the others to move on.
Caithan nods and leads the way trying not to gag.
Caithan fidgets in frustration his dogs busying themselves with the cleanliness of their own genitals while he contemplates various quite brutal ways to end the ranting on the other side of the wall.
Caithan seeks out the nearest group of armed fremen.
"Death to all foreigners? Pretty broad bloody term. In anycase let's go see about old Jask then." Caitahn follows behind the hunting Atzi with dogs in tow.
Caithan gathers the valuable things and passes them on to setebo (leaving armor and torches behind taking 4 alchemsits fire for meself). "Blody waste. Let's try and get this out before the proper authorities arrive lads! I've no mind to be explaining myself to any guardsmen today!" With that Caithan starts to help with the bucket chain.
Ciathan mutters to himself as he prods the man and looks up at the fire and around to see if anyone's coming to light it.
Rushing forward Caithan doesn't quite have the stomach to kill the man in cold blood and smashes into his face with the side of his razor sharp spear. The dogs follow eager to tear out throats but unwilling to kill without their master's command. Charging non-lethal powerattack
"FIRE! FIRE! THIS BUILDING IS ON BLOODY FIRE GET A BUCKET CHAIN GOING!"
Just waiting to see how the men react.
Caithan looks on not too unimpressed by the druids display. Not entirely sure what to do at this moment he simply moves to the druids side with the dogds. "Well now what?"
Caithan shrugs and keeps going.
"Sargavan government is just chelaxian government with the name filed off. At least I can trust the pirates not to act superior when thye slip the dagger between my ribs. Why the bloody hell are we going anyway?"
"Hounded by assassins? Harassed by Pathfinders and bothered by angry armored men and women who think I'm hiding something? M'lady you just described my average Toilday in Egorian."
"It sounds like a bloody stupid idea to me. Did this Gerlik fellow also told you what they wanted from it? Useless baubles. Bloody useless baubles. Dear girl when a man walks up to me and says he'll trade ancient treasure and a whole damn city for useless baubles I'm looking for the bloody demon or godsdamned sorcerer pulling his strings. Useless bauble! HA! MAybe useless in that it had better be bloody damned destroyed!" As the pirate captain walks up Caithan throws his arms up in disbelief. [b]"And then a bloody pirate out of the gods damned shackles shows up!" Caithan grabs a bottle of expensive whiskey off the table and pours himself a good sized shot. "Madam the only thing I seek at this moment is some inkling of peace and sanity in the world!"
Caithan wrinkled his brow. "What makes you think that? A safari's a hunt, for sport, though it doesn't have to succeed to be worthwhile. Did that damnable Ishirou talk to you too?"
Looking tired and worn from the days activities Caithan sits at the ladies table and yawns. "Good to see people smiling and enjoying themselves for once. Genuinely, of course. Seen far too many sharks and crocodiles in human skin in my time. Will be good to get back on my safari again and away from civilized society. Hm, so what are you ladies planning to do with yourselves?"
Wellard:
He stared down Ishirou and shook his head. "worth less baubles?" CAithan snorted. [b]"Good sir whenever a man tells me he'll trade me an entire lost city and all its treasure and surrounding environs for a few baubles the first thing I smell is a load of horse manure. No, I'm afraid you're wasting your time here. I've no interest in going on some grand adventure for the privilege of having to deal with the fall out of some worthless baubles doing something quite nasty. I ahve to return to my duties as host. Enjoy the party." Looking quite annoyed Caithan gets up from his seat and gives the man a small nod before going back to general mingling and hosting.
Ishirou: "Hmmm lost city in the wilderness likely teeming with unimaginable loot and knowledge valuable to any who can use it. Chap do you know who I am? How do you know I won't claim the bloody place in the name of the empire? I've certainly the means and the power if I wanted even if my popularity back in the motherland with my cold hearted b~#+# of a cousin is far less than pleasant. So either you don't know me or your desperate."
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