He is gone for now, he will return shortly. With a sheet. ;P
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The kobold seeing that Father was not going to wake, quietly departed in the aftermath. Slipping away via his own magic and natural ability as a kobold from the biggins. He had seen enough to get a sense of things.
He wisely kept his opinions on this whole thing to himself. It seemed the old man was not going to wake anytime soon, he only remained to keep observing. As well as not being completely sure how long it would take the constructs to get the message not to shoot him as soon as he left.
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He had said his peace and remained as unnoticed as he could in the background.
He pops up next to the girl. "Perhaps the truth. An outside influence was infecting and corrupting your father, it has been dealt with. He is currently resting and they should stop all hostile actions until he has recovered enough to give them new directions." His claws tap over his walking stick's head. "At worst we will get a cease fire. At best they will be more concerned with your father's state of well being rather then keeping up this whole battle. At least that is my guess." He didn't pretend to understand these beings, they may simply not care and carry on if they were closer to golems then thinking beings.
Am I the only one that remembers the wish gems we have? Not that my current PC has one on him at the moment, but for you non new folk. Just saying. ;P
He merely watched and remained silent off to the side. He didn't have much to do until the old man woke up. Yet he was learning much about these people, that was a point in itself.
He dismisses his invisibility spell, appearing a good distance away from danger. He takes his time getting closer. "I don't suppose the healer among you could check on the fallen master. Perhaps make sure of his current state, he may need more care then her." He waved at the girl. "I dare say that was true even before all this." His hand moves smoothy from a wave to being raised, as if expecting a rebuttal or protest. "I would also point out that the master is the one most qualified to undo and repair the damage that has been done." Not to mention gain some answers if he yet lives.
He really would have liked to avoid doing anything that could expose him. Still some things needed to be done, again waved an unseen claw. This time a sudden blast of wind went directly for the strange creature, blasting everything in it's path aside. He quickly moved in case anyone thought to back track the path of the wind towards where he had been.
Without being seen or heard he waves a claw at the unknown interloper. Blue lights suddenly outline them. That would make escape or attempts to remain unseen very difficult indeed.
He says nothing and simply watches. Now that it had come to blows, words would mean far less. He would wait until things shifted one way or the other, then he could take advantage. Still, best not to be a target if he could avoid it.
He vanishes from sight in the blink of an eye.
His neutral and polite expression changes for the first time as he shakes his head in disgust. "Bad faith, what is wrong with the lot of you. Would even a token effort at respect been so difficult." He follows the party but stops at the door. His eyes scanning the area for threats. As he scrambles to recover the situation. "Master please be reasonable, those I represent had no hand in this act of disrespect. Surely these folk are simply ignorant, would it not better serve you to enlighten them? Perhaps you could propose a penance for this transgression. I believe it would be in all our best interest, this path will only aid our enemies. Which I do not think we are yet I might add."
He raises his claws wide and open. His little walking stick being held in one by only two fingers. "Dear Master, I am only here to see the extent of how things will effect us. In a reasonable and respectful manner. To be assured and give assurance that we have no conflicting interest. So long as this is accomplished, we have no intention of meddling in your domain or business. That is our current position. We simply ask the small courtesy of opening a conversation between us to confirm their will be no future conflict. Intentional or accidental." He bows as he finishes, keeping his eyes on the maker.
Remaining in the back, the kobold observes and listens without a word so far. His reptilian eyes casting a cold dispassionate gaze it seems. He would wait his turn, if he had one coming. He had the sense that something was off here besides the obvious. A little more listening was in order before it could be trusted or simply a sign of recent conflict fresh in the air.
I may have a friend that has 19 Str. You could say we are a package deal so you will meet them in the future. ;)
"Perhaps." His eyes smile along with his face. "Yet I did say I am a Speaker. Physical combat is not my specialty. You will have to forgive me for being a bit of a fool as such. Words I can be counted on, so long as interest remain aligned of course."
Cinat bows slightly, his eyes never leaving the group before him. "I am known as Cinat the Speaker, from the Belkik Tribe. Allies of those from the towers if I am not mistaken. I was not around when you had interactions with my tribe. I have sense returned, for how long I can not say. This maker of the metal ones is a concern to the tribe, I was sent to speak as is my role. We do not wish to be enemies, not that we need be allies of course." He tilts his head slightly with what passes for a kobold smile.
The kobold stops rocking, his eyes sliding over the councilor. A smooth yet sharp voice comes out. "A little while my allies. I have a bit of business with their father. Perhaps it is similar to yours, or not." He has a strangely charming face, as far as scaly kobolds go, it even manages to reach those golden reptilian eyes.
An obsidian scaled kobold rocks on his heels, clearly waiting. He wears simple black robes with a hood his eyes scanning everything. Including the new comers but he does not react, one hand firmly on a walking stick that he leans on slightly. |