Well, I was honestly hitting the point were I was needing to cut back on my games anyway. Glad to hear that its the baby taking up your time though. All the best GM, everyone, I'll see you around sometime.
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Great to see GM! Glad both the mother and child look happy and healthy!
Coolness, thanks GM! And congrats on the baby again, hope all goes well and see you when you get back!
Boom-Boom scans the village, looking through the buildings. "There it is." He points towards a large, long building off one of the main roads, a couple hundred yards away from the edge of town. "Looks like their revel's already over for the night. Must'a been a fair day at work for them all to retire early. But tha's that building where they all go to drink away their sorrows, guards too. You'll find more fightin' men there than you will in the undermanned watchtowers, but less chance of raising an alarm, an' more chance to find 'em unarmored or armed."
Clashing takes a deep breath of air as he steps outside. "Smell it friends! This is the air of the outside world! Breath deep and enjoy the night's darkness! This is a good night, for a raid or for scouting!" Clearly, Boom-Boom is if anything more at home outdoors than in.
As the giant orc bludgeons Kax into submission, Ipreek chuckles. "Yes, yes, I suppose you'd be right. We'll let them rest and consider it a scouting mission for the evenin'." Standing up, the kobold dusts himself off and smiles.
As the fight begins, Ipreek grins widely. After all, regardless of who won, he did! If Kax won, the glory and strength of the kobolds was proven, and Kax would prove himself reliable in the eventual destruction of these green pig-men. If Kax lost, it would be absolutely hilarious!
Boom-Boom nods at the obvious flattery, still looking confused. "Alright, guess we're only scouting tonight anyway." Shrugging, Boom-Boom turns back to matters at hand.
Boom-Boom nods, "Well, we have our champion, you have yours. Lesee how the night's entertainment plays out, shall we?" As the words pass Ipreek's lips, he glances towards Griggs as he reenters the camp, and then in draconic sputters, "What? ...What? Where did you go?"
Real life always comes first in RPGs, I'm just sorry to hear that it's that that's what drags you away... There's no words of condolences that can really do justice to this, but hang in there, and we'll be here when you get back.
Boom-Boom pats the hilt of one of his pistols, and reverses Kax's insinuation. "Me. But it is not good to kill ally unnecessarily. The 'clicks' and the 'booms' do not like prisoners. You should be our champion."
And congratulations from me too Larkin! Totally understand if things slow down here soon, that real life thing needs to take precedent every now and then. :P
Ipreek snorts and retorts. "If you couldn't see the skill in their swings, you weren't looking. A master's skill is the same whether he swings at a goblin or a troll."
Ipreek takes Grigg's declaration in stride, and once seeing that the kobold priest was already at work on taking care of the issue, turned back to matters at hand. First of which Boom-Boom shoots a glare at Kax, and declares. "They already proved their prowess in battle with how effectively they wiped out those goblins ye blind dolt!" Then, in Draconic, knowing that at least the chief will still understand, but figuring it's at least slightly more private. "Show respect, you're guest now." With that, Clashing Boom-Boom accepts the food gratefully, and courteously. As he does though, he ponders on the tone and attitude of the chieftain, questioning whether his eagerness to be shown the tavern was due to a lust for battle, or if he was testing Ipreek's story.
"There's a prize the master wants for himself of course, only let Scram, the blue one know 'xactly what that is. Other than that, there's a stash of weapons, see? That little devil king of theirs has apparently been using the town as a little supply depot. Got a secret stash of weapons and armor, all well made, most of 'em magic. Not anything o' legend, but still good stuff. Basically, our offer is a share of the loot, anything you want from the cache that's sized for your kind. Most of it is for their sneaks and assassins, so lot of it is smaller stuff, but anything that's big enough we don't care to use, ends up bein' your share." Ipreek crosses his fingers, "So how's 'at sound?"
Ipreek shakes his head. "No, I have no place where they ALL will be. But this is a raid, not a invasion. We've just got to keep 'em held up long enough to get the job done. I'll point you in the right direction for the tavern, don't worry about that. And just leave the stragglers to me and my boys."
Boom-Boom picks up the conversation again as talk turns to planning, now in Common given Murdit's switching to it. "Our plan at the moment is simple. We strike in the earlier hours of the night, when the drinkin' and the carousing will be in full swing at the tavern. This way, most of the defenders will be wobbly-legged, and gathered in one place that'll be easy for us to control the entrance of even with minimal numbers. As you and your tribe take the main attack, and hole 'em up here, we'll then make our move, go into the city, find what our glorious leader The Luminous One wants, and then we all fall back into the mountains. 'Fraid I can't say what the boss wants, y'see, Dragon's 'n their things, don't want that many to know about them." Boom-Boom shrugs helplessly. Now that they know of the Son of Chronepsis, that's two reasons they must die... but this is going to be harder than planned.
Seeing his comrade may be in need of some assistance in giving the true glory of Luemoth due credit, Clashing Boom-Boom makes subtle gestures of reverence, awe, and respect. Hoping that his displays would help emphasize Scram's points.
Ipreek shrugs. "He has uses. Speaks Orcish in case you did not know Common. Clearly, you have exceeded our expectations, which thought you only warriors. Also, his eyes see better in the light than dark, we expect him to be more useful in the fights outside."
Yeah, and he does have a light spell, so I'd say he goes ahead and uses it. After all, worse case scenario, and the rest of party is dazzled, not fun, but a -1 from Light Sensitivity isn't crippling. If we had Light Blindness, that's a whole different story.
I'm having a hard time weighing in on this for you Scram, but I'd say go for it. We've all got characters good at various things, and while maybe one character or another should do xyz, I can't really advocate you taking a route that leaves your hands tied for who knows how long. I'll probably still try to take the lead in the negotiations, but I still want Scram to have more to do than just sit in the dark and let the adventure pass him by. At the least, we've got the option of Aid Another checks. so by all means light up the area, what you do from there is up to you.
Clashing smiles viscerally. At least, he's pretty sure that's how you smile, hopefully the orcs get the intent at any rate. "Humans keep raiding tunnels, keep invading. We wish to strike back, defend home, take stuff, get slaves. We seek our allies to help us for share of what we find."
Boom-Boom pulls the brace of pistols from his neck, and reholsters them, then sits directly across from the orc chieftain, making it clear that he is the one really to talk to. "Pleasure is mine, Murduts of the Murdits clan. I am Ipreek, known as Clashing Boom-Boom" the second name comes out in Common. "It is for battle, glory that we came to these halls, seeking you." Ipreek hopes that his own weak grasp of Draconic will be masked enough by the Orc's own unfamiliarity with the tongue.
Boom-Boom waves a salutation towards the Orcs, then turns his attention to cleaning his blades and reloading his firearms as he asks, "Common?"
Clashing offers Kax a simple "Nice!" in Draconic as the final goblin around them gets shanked through the eye. Then as another arrow thunks into him rips another arrow from his armor, glad that he had the foresight to wear the arrow-catching design. Given his near immunity to their arrows, Boom-Boom charges into their ranks with abandon. "Come on ye' dandies! I've got more than enough for all of you!"
Having discharged both pistols, Clashing Boom-Boom tosses the two guns over his shoulders, letting them dangle from the cord tying them into a brace from his neck. Drawing his rapiers with the same lightning speed as his pistols, Ipreek dashes into the fray with Kax, standing slightly off as he lashes out with his tail's attached blade.
Theoretical Goblin Dogs, so no, that was just an example of how Larkin was saying he'd run it if we had more enemy types than just "goblins." At least, that's the impression I got.
Clashing begins following Kax up, launching another bullet into the goblins around him, trying to pick off one of the wounded from fire.
Not as of yet, the goblins have spent this turn circling the party and seem to be getting ready to charge, but haven't gone into close range as of yet. Kax is attempting to get into meleeish range, but I'm not sure if he can reach them this round short of a charge.
Clashing rips an arrow out of his shirt and tosses it disdainfully to the ground. "Is that all!?"
Ipreek looks about as the goblins fan about them, trying to get a bead on how many are about to come swarming in.
Clashing Boom-Boom draws his two pistols and fires a volley at the coming goblins.
If any goblins dare approach Clashing Boom-Boom as he fulfills his namesake with a feral smile, they find that the guns are not the only weapons in his arsenal.
His follow up is much less impressive.
Boom-Boom ducks out of the way of the little arrow. "Goblins! Alright mates, send 'em to the deep!" In the heat of the moment, Ipreek switches to his comfortable common tongue.
Ipreek keeps uncharacteristically silent, allowing Kax to answer for the whole, making sure that the group speaks in a single voice.
Hey everyone, just dropping this message in all my games. I'm heading into the mountains on a camping trip come tomorrow, and I'm going to be entirely off the grid as it were. I won't get back till sometime Sunday afternoon. Bot me as needed, and I'll see you all when I get back.
All good Scram, sorry to hear the hospital has to be one of your major stops. Hope things get better.
Boom-Boom nods at Kax.
Ipreek switches from the veiled uncertainty of his sense of direction to a confident reply to Grigg's question. "I'll open the conversation, see if they speak common by asking them a question myself. If they answer, we'll continue that way. If they can't, we'll make use of brother Scram and have him negotiate in that pig-grunting of a language. Hopefully the first ones we meet won't know common, that way we can use Scram to negotiate and then we won't have to worry about them raising an alarm to our tricks." While not specifically letting them lead per se, Boom-Boom does confer with the others, letting anyone who thinks they have an idea of where to go to have a voice to speak with.
"I uh, getting close, yes... getting close."
Clashing's eyes sense the movement in Kax's shadow and slips out of the way. Old reflexes die hard it seems, Boom-Boom was always on guard around the pirates for such tom-foolery. Looking back at Kax for a moment, Ipreek seems to think better of actually retaliating as Kax falls in line.
Or so he initially acted like as he turned around, then flicked at Kax's legs with his tail and knocks Kax just off balance enough to trip him. Then in an odd gesture, Clashing leans down and offers a hand to Kax, hoping that the more Ipreek shows a bit more of a thuggish brutality, the more Kax will fall in line willingly and less out of demand. Not letting his eyes stray from Kax, Ipreek speaks "Thank you for gift Soom, and greetings Yraalik, we move on orcs as soon as we're ready. Are you prepared?"
Ipreek lets a sneer play out through the flicking of his tail as Kax talks more. At the obvious attempt to command, Boom-Boom holds his ground. "Yes, let us. Follow me." Boom-Boom doesn't budge as he waits for Kax to fall back in line before heading in the appropriate direction.
Green kobolds got a secondary trait, though I think everyone else is relegated to one. That said, I think we can choose from the generic kobold list as well. Like I took "Kobold Faith."
Boom-Boom sniffs indignantly and slaps his tail against the ground. "If my lord gives a 'token of luck' then I trust his words, you seem to have difficulty doing that." Ipreek slaps away the finger from his chest. "How the faithless like you gain his favor is a mystery."
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