Clyde flicks the blood from his blade with a quick motion and resheathes it at his side. "Is everyone alright?"
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Clyde nods toward Sashah, "Thank ya, kindly.[/b]" Setting his eyes on the orc leader, Clyde twists his neck and rolls his shoulders forward. Clyde springs forward at his enemy, attacking him if he's able.
Clyde raises his hand to his chin. "Hmm. That plan relies pretty heavily on assuming what the kobolds would do. I haven't found them to be completely rational creatures in the past either. Having said that though... I actually like that plan. As long as Rath is willing, of course. I doubt the sorceress would come alone, but anything less than... that, " Clyde motions to the army fighting outside, "would be preferable."
"My priority is getting these prisoners to safety. After that we can worry about capturing two-headed kobolds." Clyde crouches down and looks out at the kobolds, squinting his eyes. "It looks as though the gang leader is close though. Taking her out may make some of the kobolds flee. What do you think, Ragnar?"
Clyde slides down into the pit and begins cutting the prisoners free. When he notices the Harpers pin on one, he smirks, "Hey now. You can't go getting captured by kobolds now. You're gonna make us look bad."
Clyde stumbles a bit from the rock bouncing off of his head. When his eyes regain focus, he'll charge to Ragnar's side and attack the kobold Ragnar left.
Clyde draws his steel from his side and rushes into battle. He charges in next to Shadoo to help clear his path.
Clyde leans over the furry kobold and retrieves his knife. "I agree with Rath. He was probably running for backup."
The least dexterous of the team sees the fleeing kobold and springs into action. While his keen-eyed companions struggle to take action, Clyde releases his grip on his sword and pulls a dagger from his belt. In one quick motion, he hurls the dagger at the creature. His roguish company looks forward in awe.
"We need ranged on the flaming one!" Clyde barks out as he finally unsheathes his blade and charges the furry kobold.
Clyde tries and fails to suppress a chuckle at the sight of a hovering lizard being dragged around by a giant weasel. Deflecting his weasel's bite with a shield swipe, he uses the momentum to unsheathe and slash at the overgrown marmot in one motion.
Damn, well that's what I get for trying to look cool, Clyde thinks to himself as he clumsily struggles to pull his sword out of its sheath.
Clyde pulls his eyes away from the cave mouth. "That sounds like a good idea to me. I have climbing equipment if we need it."
Clyde stands guard over the group as they recover. Peeking out at the battle, he scrunches his face into a grimace. "It looks as though the kobolds will win. I have half a mind to charge in there... We need to find that winged leader of theirs quickly."
"Oh, good. You're up." Clyde responds to Sashah. "So not to alarm you right after your... quite frankly, miraculous recovery, but we have a kobold problem." Clyde sets his large-framed backpack on the ground and begins rooting through it for a healer's kit. "How are you feeling?"
Clyde sprints to Sashah's crumpled figure and throws the old man over his shoulder. "Not today, grandpa. There are many more scrolls and tomes in your future." Clyde looks up and finds Ragnar amid the chaos(). "Ragnar! I'm getting Sashah to safety. Be back as soon as possible." Clyde runs away from the direction of the kobolds to find a safe spot to set his friend down, scooping up his sword as he runs past it.
Clyde puts his hands into the air and motions his head towards his sword resting in the dirt. "Hey, I've put my weapon down already. Let's not get hasty." Clyde slowly paces to the side away from Sashah, hands still raised. "Though you know, you have your crossbows pointed at an old man, barely able to stand. If I were you I'd- Whoa!" Clyde ducks down slightly as if something flew over his head. He looks back, up at the leaves of the trees behind him. "That winged bugger scared the crap out of me. There sure are a lot of owls out here today, aren't there?" Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me. Hopefully they're distracted in my direction. Come on, Sashah.
Dragon worshiping kobolds? Sounds like a cult to me.
Clyde turns to the Patriots, unsheathing his blade and laying it at his feet. "So how long has he been this way?... Don't tell me you haven't noticed. I've been here all but 2 minutes and I can tell you this man is crazed. A noble man with a just cause does not rob helpless travelers, and he most certainly doesn't kill them. Believe me, I know how you feel about the nobles. Greedy manipulators only out for personal gain. Knocking them down from their gilded saddles feels like just desserts. But it's not about that any more." Clyde motions a hand toward Sahnd. "He's being controlled. Magically. You know it, too. He's changed. A once noble man is now murdering innocents and allying himself with an evil cult. At the risk of his loyal followers, no less. I came here to help your captain. But I now see that only you can help him. I will not fight you. But I will help you get your friend back if you ask." Clyde turns back to look at Sahnd, a look of pity in his green eyes.
Clyde ponders for a moment on the information gathered. Hmm... I really want to incorporate that zip line somehow. That'd be pretty awesome... "Any ideas gang?"
Meeee too. Still coughing up blood.
Clyde thinks deeply, tapping his feet nervously. "I think there are too many to handle. I think the best thing to do would be to find out what's happening at the bandit camp before the meeting. If we can eavesdrop and found out what they're planning, we'll be better prepared. If they're worried about the possibility the kobolds will turn on them, we'll know Rathene helped us out, and Sashah can use his owl cry to start a fight or at least scare some people off."
"Ha ha! Sashah! You're a genius. I guess we are all prepared then."
Clyde listens as the group discusses travel arrangements with Braden. During a moments lull in the conversation, Clyde asks the merchant a question. "Odd question, but where might I find a screech owl for purchase?"
Clyde smiles to the greedy halfling as he reluctantly hands over the coins. "Thank you for your contribution to the Screech Owl Preservation Society." On the journey back, Clyde is relatively quiet and hangs close to the equally quiet Ragnar.
"Calm down, the both of you. Shoo, the minotaur attacked us first. We didn't have much choice. Rath told him he could go. I was inclined to agree, as it wasn't our problem and the jailer couldn't have been much less hospitable. I'm sorry you got injured. It hurts. I know." Clyde turns to Rath. "And Phoenix Darkblade over here. You're a powerful warrior, yes. But you aren't invincible. You'd best watch who's and how many hands you're biting at, lest you meet YOUR superior one day. We have work to do. Leave if you want to, or stick around and get paid. I don't give a damn which, but you're both being liabilities at this point.“ Clyde turns away to check on the rest of the group, face reddened with a mix of anger and embarrassment for his outburst.
Clyde stretches his back and turns to the halfling. "Well, Master jailer, I believe we're owed some payment for our heroics? Also you may wanna invest more coin into the structural integrity of your prison. Might save you on busted minotaur cells and wandering adventurer costs. That little tip is free." Clyde winks at the halfling.
"No need for that, Mr. Dwarf. Take your friend. Glad to have been of assistance." Clyde smiles and nods to Rathene as she passes.
When he returns, he huddles the group and whispers to Rathene. "We need you to tell your friend that you found out the kobolds are planning to attack the patriots. Also we need to come up with a reason you can't leave with them. I'm not willing to hand you over if you want out of that life. Perhaps just temporarily if you're willing."
Hearing the dwarf's muttering, Clyde starts formulating a plan. "A Gray Patriot! I'd love to know the answers to my friend's questions, but there was no need for all this. We've bailed your friend out. We weren't sure where to find you, and we're looking to possibly join up with you. Lemme go get her. She was just in the middle of telling us about how she had to warn you of some sort of kobold ambush? I forget the details, minotaur attack and all.“ Clyde turns around and walks back to the group, whispering to Rath as he passes. "Don't let him move."
Hearing Rath's comments, Clyde joins in, a coy smile on his lips. "You know if you kill the halfling, there's nothing stopping my friends here from turning you into a pin cushion. The lady orc is with us now, so how's about you put the nice halfling down and have a chat with us. I may even be able to prevent that giant over there from using your liver for a hat."
Tempted to respond to the dwarf with "Pfftt, slit his throat? What is that gonna do, like 4 damage?"
Hearing the halfling scream, Clyde curses. “Hells. You have this handled Rag-" Clyde looks at the hulking giant for a moment, rivaling even the size of the downed minotaur. "Yeah you got this." Clyde spins his blade a quarter turn in his hand and attempts to strike the minotaur with the flat of the blade once more before departing to help the halfling.
Okay, it worked, but I expected him to be more hurt than that. It's okay, it's okay. Uhh, new plan. Clyde looks around the room for a moment looking for something to push onto the minotaur. As Ragnar leaps down the hole to attack the beast, Clyde sighs to himself. Clyde leaps in after Ragnar, sword pointed towards the monster.
The floor! “Everyone stand back. I have a terrible, terrible idea." Clyde yells to the minotaur, "Hey, ya fat, ugly land lover! I bet you still drink milk from yur mum's udder!" With every ounce of energy he can muster, Clyde sprints toward the damaged floor. Running around the side as far as he can before having to long jump to get to the other side.
The minotaur doesn't look like he can fit through the prison.
Clyde cringes at the sound echoing through the tower. "Everything that can go wrong..." Clyde rolls his eyes as he pulls out his shield and sword.
Clyde nods, "The strings are being pulled from the shadows. I sense a higher power in play here. I agree with Shadoo. If we can save the man, we should try, but Rath is right. It's highly unlikely that someone would step back over that line. I'm prepared to do what must be done." Clyde addresses Rathene directly, "Don't be worried about the stoney one's comment. The big guy isn't the type to take slaves. " Taking in a large breath, Clyde turns to the motley crew. "Sounds to me like we need to get hold of a screech owl and sabotage this little meeting. Any ideas?"
"Ten gold!? That would buy a week and a half stay in the finest room in the city! Or a single meal at the Wicked Tart!"
Clyde uncharacteristically pipes up, " Greetings sir! We've been sent here from Phlan. The Black Hands seem to be having some trouble with a bothersome gray patriot. We've been sent to speak with one of the scoundrel's companions you have in your fine prison here." Clyde smiles brightly, rain pouring buckets over his face, matting his long hair to his forehead.
Clyde returns from his scouting mission, recounting the hazards and escape routes in his head. As everyone is eager to get inside, he'll head in with them. Clyde keeps pace with Ragnar and without looking away from the path, he leans in and speaks. "There's a cliff drop at the rear and possible arrow slits all throughout the tower. If something goes wrong we'll be pinned down. I'll let you know if I spot anything else."
Clyde breathes deep to settle his nerves and stop his left arm from quivering. "I've been murdered at a school where they trained noble children to be monks. I was revived by the Harpers. This is my first job since then... You'll have to forgive me for being cautious." Clyde looks around to see how far the wall stretches. "I'll go around the right and just get a feel for the area. Meet you back here in a few minutes."
Clyde's eyes widen and he holds his breath as Ragnar walks up to the door. He lets out a sigh of relief as the Goliath takes a step back. "Thank you, Ragnar. We should scout the area to get a general layout of the inside. Possible guards or exits in case of an-" Clyde gulps in his dry throat, "emergency..."
Clyde listens intently, reserving his questions until the end. After all of the other questions are asked, Clyde pipes up. "I agree with Ragnar. I have had a suspicion this man was framed from the moment I saw the wanted poster. This situation reeks of foul play. I want to investigate as well, but you have my word that I'll make sure the roads are safe once more. Well... So long as I still draw breath." Clyde can't help but to glance towards Ragnar for a short moment.
Seeing the arrow in the commoners back and the guards approaching, Clyde begins to yell out, "Whoa whoa! We meant to spook them a bit, not kill them! Guards! This man is hurt bad. Please, call a doctor! Clyde waves to the guards and kneels down next to the injured man. He glances up at Rath and widens his eyes. He darts them to the side, indicating Rath should run. Clyde drops his sword next to him and unsheathes a dagger from his belt. He gets close to the half-elf mage, "Do you need any assistance? I can break off the shaft or pry the arrowhead out. I may also have some alcohol in my bag. Oh! The healer's kits!"
Clyde turns to the man ready to flee and warns him with a sigh, " If you try to run off with anything I swear to every deity in the pantheon that you'll find out what the pommel of my sword tastes like."
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