Male Cambion Rogue/Spellbinder 5 | S10 A13 I13 W10 | HP:26 | Dmg:6 | Perc: 13(Truesight) | D14 | Speed: 10 | Insanity: 6 | Corruption: 3 | Fortune: No | Status: Sick of this shitty island
An Awful Disposition:
You spend the next several hours working on Hydrand before you settle down to get some much-needed rest. The smell of oil and grease mixes with the scent of the fire smoke. The fire itself keeps the biting cold outside, leaving the whole room warm. Eventually, sleep finds you. The sleep is deep and dreamless, and while it only feels like mere moments later, you awaken feeling refreshed.
Something is off. You don’t smell the fire. You feel neither the warmth of the fire nor the cold of the ocean. You move your arms, and they hit something hard – something smooth, cold, and translucent. Glass. You’re trapped inside a glass coffin! As the realization dawns on you, you momentarily panic. (Make a will challenge roll with 1 bane or gain 1 insanity). Result:6 = 6You have 1 bane to all rolls for the next 3 rounds.
Once you focus on the outside, you see that you are in some sort of hallway made of metal walls. Laying horizontal, you begin pushing on the glass above you, at first with your hands, then with your knees as well.
Strength:16 = 16
Being panicked, you're quickly filled with adrenaline and break open the glass coffin, covering yourself with shards. Pushing the large pieces off yourself, they shatter as they hit the ground, but at least you're free...
You sit up and look at your immediate surroundings, down the hall, and check to see what you have on your person.
You have all of your equipment with you. You are also fully rested and heal damage and recovery any rest-based talents. You seem to be in a hallway made entirely of manufactured metal. Strange lights run along the floor, barely illuminating the place. Fortunately, you have Shadow Sight and can see perfectly fine.
The hall seems to go on for as far as you can see in either direction.
Off in the distance, you think you can see something glinting.
Having your gear with you, you are thankfully not barefoot. You tentatively put one foot on the ground outside of the coffin and easily stand; the broken glass poses no danger.
You step away from the glass, stomp the ground a few times, then kick the wall, trying to discern if the other side of the metal is hollow.
When you kick at the door, a section of the wall slides over inside the adjacent portion of the wall with a shhhink!. There's another hallway beyond with another glass coffin against the wall. It's on the same sort of pedestal yours was. Someone's sleeping inside, and they at least look like a sort of human.
The coffin is on a pedestal, laying horizontally just like the one you escaped from. The human looks to be an adult male with dark brown skin wearing plate armor with the dressings of the New God religion.
It has no lid either, so you try pushing it off the pedestal but it's stuck fast. The thought of blowing it to smithereens crosses your mind but decide it's not worth wasting the magic. After striking it a few times with the pommel of your knife, you conclude the glass isn't going to break anytime soon. You inspect the pedestal under the coffin but find no discernable patterns or mechanisms.
Peering down the hall, you see a coffin on the same side as you are. Beyond that, a bit further is another. Way down the hall, you can see more, sometimes on both sides. It's as if they are getting more frequent the further down you go.
You let out a short but very loud shout, almost like a bark. Taking cover behind the coffin and quietly listen.
A clanking sound comes echoing down the hall. You feel tense but quickly become relieved when you hear Hydrand call out.
"Oh good, I can recall my shield too. But why the hell are you yelling?" Awful says in a hushed tone...
Male Cambion Rogue/Spellbinder 5 | S10 A13 I13 W10 | HP:26 | Dmg:6 | Perc: 13(Truesight) | D14 | Speed: 10 | Insanity: 6 | Corruption: 3 | Fortune: No | Status: Sick of this shitty island
"I don't expect you to put your life on the line for this horse, but know that if anything should happen to him I will burn this entire hamlet to the ground."
To a halfling who doesn't know Awful very well, his perpetual grin and dark words leave her feeling uneasy.
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Strength:1d20 ⇒ 6 d6 on a failure:1d6 ⇒ 2 2: You almost fell off the ledge, but a companion caught you. Unfortunately, some of your stuff kept falling. If you have a backpack, you lost it.
Nearly taking a tumble off the cliff edge, Awful shook out his nerves while Hydrand still clutched his shoulder having prevented the fiend's untimely death.
"Alright. This is horseshit. If I die just one the way to the beast cave, I'm going to be extra pissed...
I knew I kept ya around for a reason, you mechanized scarp!"
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Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
"Ooooo... Look at that!" Awful thought aloud at the same time Hokey pointed out the cart herself.
Hearing Andras volunteer to venture down the cliffside, Awful took a seat and watched as the young man began climbing down.
Awful called down to Andras as he slowly got up from the tumble he took.
"You suck!"
Glancing back, Awful can be seen giving Andras a nonchalant thumbs up while he munches on something and watches.
Male Cambion Rogue/Spellbinder 5 | S10 A13 I13 W10 | HP:26 | Dmg:6 | Perc: 13(Truesight) | D14 | Speed: 10 | Insanity: 6 | Corruption: 3 | Fortune: No | Status: Sick of this shitty island
Level 1 Rogue
Attributes:
+1 Will (10), +1 Agility (11)
Characteristics:
+3 HP (13)
Languages and Professions:
Criminal (Saboteur)
Nimble Recovery:
You can use an action to heal damage equal to your healing rate and then move up to half your Speed without
triggering free attacks. Once you use this talent, you cannot use it again until after you complete a rest.
Trickery:
Once per round, you can make an attack roll or challenge roll with 1 boon. If you attack with 1 boon from this talent, your attack deals 1d6 extra damage.
Male Cambion Rogue/Spellbinder 5 | S10 A13 I13 W10 | HP:26 | Dmg:6 | Perc: 13(Truesight) | D14 | Speed: 10 | Insanity: 6 | Corruption: 3 | Fortune: No | Status: Sick of this shitty island
Fortune favors those that use it! +2 Boons to Andras' roll!
Following the blind heroes, Awful takes a moment to really bask in the presence of two guys who were trying so hard to help, they failed instead. To make matters more amusing, he wasted no time in gathering a few rocks. He threw them quietly into the distance to create sudden noise in random directions, just to freak them out a little more.
Once they arrived, Awful quickly found the tools. He began to wonder aloud about the appearance of the needed tools and then asked the fumbling duo what they looked like. He began to describe the tools, in question form, in greater and greater detail until it was all too obvious he was pointing at them the whole time. He then began the journey back to the constable's office without another word.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
As Sel grabbed for Tabog he moved to dodge the battle worn hands, but Joy's jovial expression caused him to hesitate and allow the embrace. He was genuinely excited about all that had transpired today, he was almost laughing from the emotion.
"I'll give that landing a 9.8 for style, alright? You're getting bumped up to the full 10, though, because it gave me the something to put into the last verse of my epic! Ha ha!"
And he truly did. You can still here bards singing Tabog the Great's most famous works across the land, and most commonly his epic: Tales of the Demon Lord. If you listen carefully, you can hear the end of it, even now...
"When hope was all but lost that day,
The heroes fought and made them pay.
With magic, fire, and cunning blows,
The Demon Lord gained many woes.
But even now we feel reprieve,
I know one thing you won't believe.
That goats come falling from the sky,
and vampires: the dead, still managed to die.
The city rejoiced, they all got saved,
new building built and roads were paved.
The Demon Lord knows, his will contends
None other than Tabog... And Friends!"
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
"Wait Joy!..."
Tabog shouts, jumping after the young witch and her broom. He nearly misses grabbing hold of the broom's tail end and swings for a moment, by one hand before pulling himself up to a sitting position. Scanning the ground in front of the tower, Tabog searches for the faun's remains. Disappointment abounds.
"Joy, new plan! Let's trade the smelly goat-man for a hot-uh.. pretty vampire, Hm? I'm sure she's nice once the world stops almost ending!"
Bow slung and arrow notched, he readies himself.
Moving first to go with Joy, then using Deadly Aim on the next strongest looking baddie below.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Chill Pills, Free For All Sorcerers Haunted by Fae Monsters:
Tabog looks exasperated at Dramm's ramblings and shrugs to his son. He puts a hand on the farm boy's shoulder while simultaneously grasping his temples with the other, sighing.
"Everything has to be so difficult with you... Dramm... What? Nothing bad is happening right here, this can't be your fault because there isn't anything to blame you for. Even if there was, showing Nutters a few tricks isn't what made him come here with us. It did, however, give him better tools to use."
He briefly turns to Nutmeg with a playful squint and chastising finger.
"So I hope you said thank you, young man!"
Tabog reaches into his pack for the scroll that Dramm mentioned and held up for the two to see.
"Now, if Nutmeg is confident that he can do this, then by all means he shall. It's his decision though, only he knows his limits, and he better not lie about it to impress anyone. This is serious little one, look over the spell and then let us know what you think, alright?"
He hands the incantation to the boy and shoos him over to the others, setting up camp. He turns back to the sorcerer, shaking his head with a smirk.
"You can't be responsible for everything that happens in this world. Some things are inevitable... I mean have you seen the way that boy looks at Joy sometimes? Relax and stop giving yourself so much credit, if it wasn't you it would have been Im or Father Greg teaching him how to use magic, or me even... Look, I don't know what's going to happen when we get into that forest but we've all done what we can to give ourselves, and Nutmeg and Joy, the best chance of getting out of here with minimal chest melting. If you wanna help Nutmeg use some of that energy you're storing as stress to ensure that if we all eat it, he gets back to the city and then out of it...... You good?"
The last words were said with a bit of concern for Dramm and is current state of mental instability. Easily genuine, but then again Tabog is really great actor.
"I'm starting to hate this place more than I thought possible."
As they enter the forest. Will;Trick1:1d20 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + (2) = 11
Later as they see the light.
Tabog and Nutmeg have taken to their feline forms, stalking just a few yards from the main group. They weave through the trees staying hidden as best they can; climbing through the branches from one tree to the whenever they were thin enough to do so.
Will;Trick1:1d20 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + (5) = 12
Tabog sees the light and feels it pull at his mind, he stops to check that Nutmeg is okay. If so, he takes aim and studies the pattern that the light moves in, predicting the pattern of its flows for his next precision shot.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
A Father's Piece:
When Nutmeg revealed himself Tabog became hyper aware of his surroundings, pupils dilating like a lion on the hunt. The safety of his son was his number one concern but they couldn't risk changing course now. As the two sorcerers scold and argue with the child, Tabog approached him; holding up a hand to the other two.
"Enough."
Tabog knelt down, getting eye level to Nutmeg with a well look that spoke volumes to the boy.
"No one here is mad at you son, but I am disappointed that you did this without talking to anyone first. Uncle Im is right, we know what we're doing here because we made a plan. Now that you've changed that plan, things have gotten more dangerous for everyone."
He stands and nods at Selgaer's remark.
"This is it boy. You trapped this mouse, now you've got to eat it. You better bring everything you've got, listen to what we say and do not hesitate when you need to act. And most importantly..."
As if they've rehearsed it a hundred times, the two ferren speak in perfect unison.
"Out of sight, out of mind."
"Out of sight, out of mind."
"Good boy, now go tell Dramm and Im what you can do and stick close us. Stay shaped as much as you can and run if you have to."
They hug one another, then ready themselves for the battle to come.
While making their way through the grass and brush Tabog will be in lynx form, skulking low in the grass with Nutmeg not far behind him, a short distance from the main part of the group.
Hide!;Trick:1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 4 + (4) = 20
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
The orc slept restlessly, his body felt like it did during the years he slaved under the row ship. Gärwin's vocalized sadness woke him and he reached for the dwarf like he used to reach for Lemagrag to protect him from the slavers. Once he gathered his barings the guilt of almost getting himself and his friend killed hit him like the troll had.
Drot helped Sir Gärwin with his silently, never knowing what to say. He places a small steal ball bearing into Gärwin's hands afterwards and speaks softly to him as it begins to float and spin of its own volition.
"Think of pleasant things... Uhh, home, drinking... Gold, the ever vibrant Dumpy... For me it tends to be of our family, the things we've been through and the bond we've built. You are, truly, the most formidable warrior I have ever fought alongside."
Drot plops down beside his brother and reaches into one of his pouches to reveal a cigar. It was fatter then Sir Gar's typical brand, one Drot picked up of his own volition.
"Thought you might like something different, can't think of a better time to light it then now, to celebrate Dumpy's life. He was a loyal stead."
Drot lights the cigar and hands it to Gärwin. He sits beside him and just stares at the metal ball for a while. Eventually he breaks everything down and builds the packs for the remaining horses, higher now that the load is split one way less, and waits for news from Tesswyn.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
At the dinner
Tabog schmoozes with the towns folk, gravitating toward the prettiest women and showing off his story telling. Eventually a group of several that he's talked to begin pleading and cheering him to do a song after learning of his musical affinity. You can tell he feigns embarrassment and denies them a few time before eventually "giving in" to their request.
He sits at a piano in the inn or has someone fetch their old lyre or guitar.
"Alright ladies, alright! We have time for one song..."
He smiles and winks at one of them randomly and starts on a new, upbeat song about the very fight they're celebrating.
Dust Eating Drakes:
"Dramm walks warily down the street;
Him and Sel feel down low!
Ain't no sound but the sound of defeat,
Nobo-dy, knows where to go!
We weren't ready, hey, but we never forget;
When you're scouting or patrolling your beat!
It doesn't matter who the enemy is;
They gonna feel our heat, yeaaah!"
DUN, DUN, DUN
"Another drake bites the dust!"
DUN, DUN, DUN
"Another drake bites the dust!
And another one gone, and another one gone;
Another drake bites the dust!
Hey, gotta eat some too
Eating drake meat is a must!"
The song is a few minutes long, detailing the fight. He makes sure to cover every single arrow he shot, Imedren's near death and hardy resistance, Dramm's healing, Uuruna's ferocity, Joy's courage and Selgaers inability to hit anything while cowering.
The guests cheered, hooted, and hollered when the song finished and Tabog beamed with ego. He waved at everyone as he walked back the group and noted to Joy that it was about time they made their way to meet Marry. He grabs another plate of meat and begins leaving, even as a couple of the ladies pine over him. He dismisses them and apologizes, promising he'd see them later on. Finally able to leave, he munches meat while they walk.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Selgaer was doing a fine job at track Tabog. So far he had stayed out of sight and was unimpressed with Tabog's predictable movements. After a moment of reflection he turned back to his prey to find him gone. Surprised, he began to pursue his quarry but he was stopped suddenly by an arrow that pierced the wall in front of him. Luckily he could tell by the angle of the shot that the rogue was right behind him. Sel had his spear inches from his target's belly instantly. The air was thick with tension as the two master hunters stood threatening the life of one another.
"You and Uruuna, you slept with her didn't you?"
What's it to you? Sel responds. He's defensive about the subject, but more to protect Uruuna than himself.
"I'm sure you have friends and family you'd kill for. Imedren and Uruuna are two of the most important people in my life and I'd do anything to protect them."
He tightens the draw on his bow.
"Even kill man... A Fae, anyway."
Is that what happened to that Goblin friend of yours? Sel asks; he has no fear with the bow drawn at him.
"Anophth died trying to save my son! He was a true hero and a great friend. I don't suggest you throw accusations around, like you know what the hell you're talking about."
Tabog's eyes, dilated from the hunt, glisten with emotion.
"Did you get bored hunting all the squirrels across the veil and decide you wanted to try your hand at breaking up a marriage?"
Do not speak of what you know nothing about, human.Sel retorts. Uruuna thought he was dead. The hidden realm plays tricks on time. We thought more than a century had passed here while we were there. We thought everyone either of us had ever known was dead.
And what few I still knew were alive, we killed. Child hunters, thieves of children - the elves we hunted were traders and barterers of human lives - human children. And we put a stop to it.
We rescued over thirty kids that day. Took us over a year to find them. You know how f&#!ing hard it is to track an elven druid through a fae forest? But we did it. And we killed every one of those elven bastards. We brought those children home to their parents. Those who still had parents. The rest my brother adopted.
That is what Uruuna and I were doing.
Tabog lowered his bow and put his arrow back into the quiver. His expression stayed the same but his body relaxed.
"And then... You followed her and hoped that she would give up her life for you? I've done some questionable things in my life, but it takes another level of arrogance to think you're such hot shit that you're worth giving up everything for."
Sel lowered his spear as TaBog lowered his bow. Yup. Pretty much. Sel turned his back on the cat-man; not so much as a show of pride but more so as to not have to look him in the eyes as he spoke. I was a fool. I was an arrogant a%+$~%!. It took some growing up to recognize I was wrong, and some more to admit it out loud. He doesn't put any inflection on the words, but he does pay attention to see if TaBog catches on to what he is saying.
Tabog sighs and rubs his temples.
"And now you're staying for unrelated reasons, fantastic. Have you spoken to Imedren about this? Made amends...? Do I have to worry about more than just the enemies in front of me?"
I've been keeping my space, or at least trying to. I meant to leave this all behind, but ran into Commander Rena and her militia on the outskirts. Helped her kill a monstrosity. She ended up retaining me. From there, I've gone on plenty of other missions, only a few of them have been with you folk.
"He's a reasonable man, and very intelligent. He probably knows already, actually I would wager Uruuna has told him outright by now..."
He shrugs and steps toward the job at hand.
"As long as you're not acting against us and/or actually a demon trying to kill us all, I have no longer have any qualms with you. I will be bringing this up with Imedren later on though."
He takes a few steps and falls to the ground as his body morphs into a hefty white lynx. He cranes his head back to look at Sel, eyes still huge black pools.
"Try to keep up now, Pauly's got to be a few blocks away already."
He then dashes away, taking the first corner and disappearing from view.
As the beast took advantage of Drot's split guard, he inadvertently unleashed a beast much greater than he...
""YOU KILL LITTLE WILLIAM, I KILL YOU!!!"
Drot'ook was thrown to the back of his mind; like watching a play from the first row, he knew there was no wrestling this opportunity away from his inner rage. He readies the magic in his thoughts to help if needed but let go of control... For Scotty.
The calm and calculated orc's outburst was loud and drew the attention of the fighters just in time for them to witness his body swell and morph with power. The veins on his exposed skin became engorged and visibly pulsated with an erratic rhythm. His eyes turned blood red and wisps of flame flared out of them with each growl and yell. Over the next few seconds his grayish green skin slowly turns a deep red as the rage consumes him.
The Berserker knocks away the Anubis' blade and checks him with his hammer. Now that he was unbalanced, The Berserker kept on the assault and pushed the hound-man back towards his companions, but not quite far enough to disrupt them.
Friends:
The familiar sound of Drot's "mad" voice let you know that the fight was to at least going get more interesting, but looking at your friend brings on some concern. His body had never mutated before and he has certainly never scared anything away except small children. He looked more bestial and acted more crazed then you've ever seen before; if you didn't know him as so well, you might have been frightened yourself!
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
His feline ears perking up, Tabog instantly knew that there was a whole mess of shuffling foot steps headed their way and he wasn't about to let his friends nearly die again.
His mind flashed a scene from his early days in crossings when a score of miners nearly died (and a couple did die) when a runaway mine cart came barreling down an open stope.
Tabog transformed into a much swifter lynx and easily closed the distance to the mine cart they passed three times now to get to this area and heaved it down the tracks. It slowly began to inch toward the now faint groans of the living dead. As it reached the first small slope, the cart's speed began to pick up speed and in no time was barreling faster then he could run.
"Ahh, Nostalgia!"
Making his way back with his bow draw, Tabog is eager to see how the gimpy undead faired against his wit. He was still ill prepared to see the common folk of Crossings turned into monsters and his blood ran cold.
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Will:1d20 - 1 - 1d6 ⇒ (7) - 1 - (4) = 2
The stares of the undead burrowed holes in Tabog's soul. He didn't see five indistinguishable corpses; he beheld the faces of the people he treasured most, transformed into the decrepit husks that they were fated to be if they remained in this mine any longer.
I... I can't let this be their fate, we need to escape before we're bound here for eternity
Fast
He suddenly bursts into a cloud of bright starlings that blink away from the forsaken warriors, making a its way back to Bog's group. He takes any chance he can find to dodge behind rubble and around corners, trying to lose sight of the wretches.
Cast Murmuration and use a triggered action to Hide! when/if he is able to
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
That may be the seventh most desturbing thing I've seen to date...
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Assuming we've all done our fill of morning activities
Tabog stands about 100 yards away from the hole in the void. The portal, though absent of life, was unnerving to Bog. Various members of the party stood around him as he looked on, stoically, until he checked to make sure they were watching.
"What could possibly await us across the threshold... Dramm!"
Tabog motioned for the young man to join him at the front of the group, he continued his stoic glare toward the portal for several seconds longer.
"Put your book away Dramm, this is important... I know you've done a lot for me already, all of you have and I'm truly thankful for that. I really need you to do me one last favor though, it's very simple but I can't trust anyone else to do it. I need you to go in and tell me what's on the other side of that portal."
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Tabog takes a knee next to Anophth, fiddling with his boot. He leans into the goblin, almost unable to contain himself.
"That's a very nice way to look at it... Touched by the gods/being used as a snot rag. Getting smiled upon/getting laughed at. A blessing/a bad joke. I bet these people could sell a shit sandwich to an elven master chef!"
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Part 1
It was the fifth day of the twelfth month of the year. Tabog's birthday! He woke up in a great mood, the anticipation of the day put all the pep in all of his steps! Going into Nutmeg's room in the morning Tabog was in a great mood. It was his birthday, and he always got himself the same present, a relaxing and fun day with his son; and now his friends as well.
Singing
"I-i-i-i-i-t's gonna be a great da-a-a-a-.."
He stopped short when Nutmeg was no where to be found. Not the most unusual thing to happen, this was a normal day of work for him.
I could have sworn I talked to him about taking the day off but... Maybe I didn't. Ah well, I'll go find the others, I'll see him this afternoon at least!
Setting off to run a few errands, Tabog stops by the soon-to-be manor/Strike Force Home Base. He's glad that he got the council to agree to give them... "him"... the land with much less resistance then he anticipated. He certain;y wasn't considering it his, over anyone else, but his name on the deed to land like this was a check off the old bucket list and a nice stroke to the ego. He spoke with Anophth, who he saw at the sight, and made sure he knew about the get together at Imedren's new house. He was certain he asked Nutters to tell him but Anophth seemed to have no idea about it. Very strange.
Evening came quickly and the group was sitting around Imedren's old table in his new house. It was beautiful, and spacious enough fit the six of them with room for Urunna and Nutmeg when they arrived. Tabog was happy to treat kill two birds with one party, for himself and for his friends' new abode. Some drinking went on and the time passed, and more passed. There was plenty of conversation between them all and Tabog was pleased as it seemed that it wasn't uncomfortable with anyone that Delia was present even though they had ended their fling that began in the elven shrine weeks before. Dramm's relationship was a bit of a surprise to Tabog but he took it stride. He knew of Dramm's trials and what they had gone though together but didn't know the extent of it until now.
Imedren started to look worried now and then, and Tabog noticed that Nutmeg should have been home by now, and he was pretty sure Urunna should be as well. He looked at Imedren and they both knew what the other was thinking.
Feel free to use this time to have any conversations you'd like between Tabog, Imedren, Dramm, Anophth, Joy, Ezekia, or Delia
"Nutters should be here by now, right?" Tabog says with concern, it was dark and that wasn't typical for Nutmeg. The rain that just started only compounded his fears of trouble.
"Well, I... Had him grab a treat for us on his way home, maybe it's just taking a bit longer?"
"I... I have an uneasy feeling about this... Shouldn't Urunna be here too?"
"Normally yes, but she's been working very late. The Brown Cloaks have been pushing her really hard..."
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Round One; Fight!
What the shit...!
Urunna's Battle Hymn! +1d6 dmg
"Half-ling wo-man,
So brave and bold,
Is going to make this statue fold!..."
Tabog, if needed, moves to remain out of melee range of the statue.
Round Two; Fight Again!
"All that is left,
Is piles of ash,
Uruuna kick this statue's ass!..."
Without missing a note, Tabog notches an arrow and lets it go!
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
Earlier:
Sarcastically, and sing-songy!
"Besides, my good friend..."
Tabog closes Dramm's hand around the coins he was holding and begins to take dramatic steps around him in a speedy rhythm, and then toward the door as his poem comes to an end.
"Saving this pig is a government gig!
I'm sure the Madam Mayor, or Lady Ezekia;
would have a horse, or four,
To spare for the swords,
They "buy" though sometimes lie,
But never deny! That I, well we,
will do this deed, for damn near free."
And then he was out the door.
"Good morn to you as well, sir. Have you been out to the pen recently? Have you found anything usual? Heard anything during the night? Any information you can give us will help, but please! Don't tire yourself, we wouldn't want you in bad health. You've got to be tip top to feed hogs slop, we rely on your hard work, I know as well as you. Yes! I assure you no harm will come to this farm or I'll be darned."
Tabog reaches his had out to shake Ham's, a humble smile on his face.
Of course these types always think they're doing the gods' work fattening up animals and then selling them to the highest bidder, I can't remember the last time I saw anyone in the district with a decent cut of mean...
Ferren Rogue/Sharpshooter/Assassin 10 | S9, A14, I13, W10 | HP 25/42 | D14 | Speed10 | Power2 | Insanity7 | Corruption3 | Fortune: No | Status: Too Old For This
At Mayor Edgerton's.
"My! We thank you for the time you've given us! It's been so long since we had the freedom to do as we pleased." With no expression Tabog stares at the mayor. He becomes dramatic and wieldy with the rest of his speech.
"If only the money we were promised was delivered to us, we would all be in much better repair. That is not of your concern though, your honor. Dreen, obviously, has recently fallen on hard times. I would never seek to take the well earned and needed coin from someone in such a state. It is unfortunate though that my companions and I have suffered such a blow from this endeavor. Dealing with the gangsters in this town as well as the this apparent cult has put many of us out of commission. I hope the the time you have set aside for us, to take for ourselves, is enough to recover fully from this terrible conquest. I can't say we will all be ready, the next time you call us... Our weapons and armor, what little we scraped together, will be enough for another fight.. I hope, for all our sake's that what little we have will be enough for you. Thank you for your kindness Lady Edgerton, may you rest easy this night."
With a deep and exaggerated bow, Tabog turns on his heel and begins to walk out of the room.
Yes xD, I work in IT so all of my coworkers are also nerdy and into DnD style games. I bring this up in conversation frequently and linked a lot of them parts of the book... They're becoming increasingly interested... At least one is wanting to join the current game (since the other guy I asked went dark on me) and one or too are looking over things and wanting to join a game later one more then likely. ;D
With the last baddie turning on it's tail Galino turns to his comrades with a smile.
"I've done it!..."
As the battle ends he sees everyone turn to more important matters; helping people across the lava, checking the passage ahead, looking toward the future. Galino frowns and understands that the things he does alone don't matter until the people around are safe and secure. He is humbled and beings assisting Drot and Tess with getting people to safety. Afterwords he watches the rear of the group, ready to call if the lava men begin to advance.
I feel like this is a big learning moment for Galino, he may be less self centered from now on.
