Conner of Cambent's page

"I don't know Nicat, you're doing so well I'd hate to break your streak."

Okay, you know what? You know what, dice roller program? I'm playing a human fighter, I don't need more humility.

Shiny.

"BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO KEEP ALL OF US ALIVE! If he had responded to the head I wouldn't have bothered, but it clearly wasn't going to cut it, so someone had to do something besides give up! And if I have to cut off the fingers of someone who murdered their own father in order to save your life, then it's not even a hard choice! I would KILL him to keep you safe, to keep all of you safe! Because that's my job! The two of us stood alone against actual demons, and this is all the trust I get? A mean look and a sharp edge is all it takes for you to turn on someone?"

Conner kneels down, takes out the severed demonic arm, and gives Tsuto a light slap on the face with it. "Now you can say she finally touched you."

Conner shakes his head and tries to focus, but he's not used to fighting demons, he's just a man with a sharp metal stick. But he'd rather die than let Nicat know that, so it's best to get on with it.

Attack on Yeth Hound: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Conner shifts his weight. "Eostre, I would appreciate it if you could pause in your lecture long enough to tell me if transpotato magic is dangerous and if I should back away from the door."

Evelyn covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.

"She likes him!" she whispers to Ekan and Conner, after which she quickly goes after Nicat to also share the news with him.

"It'll be a real shame if he does something stupid and I have to kill him. I got enough on my plate already."

"I'll make you the same offer we gave the goblins. Leave now, don't come back, and we have no reason to fight. Go home. Whatever you were paid to do here, it's over."

Conner pulls the door shut again. "Nope."

Conner looks at the place where the spell hit him, throws down his sword and shield, and stalks over to the unresisting wizard, grabbing her by the front of her robes and driving his forehead into her face. "I said to stop fighting and you'd live! You're lucky I don't kill you anyway!"

"No. No trades, no insults, no jibes or threats or posturing. We're going to kill you. And your friends there. And every single goblin in this place who doesn't give up and run. And I still might kill the ones I can catch up to. Your only chance, is to hand him over and leave."

If Conner drowns he will haunt you all. "Woooooooo, I am a ghooooooost, you should have built balliiiiiiiista, WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"I slept outside once when I was a kid."

"Sort of. We were all deputized by Sheriff Hemlock after our display at the Swallowtail Festival and tasked with protecting Sandpoint while he and the Mayor attend to business in Magnimar. Didn't you hear him prattling on about it at the tavern? He's only boasted about it to everyone he talks to."

"I find it helps my mental state to not listen to what he says too much."

"I do not ogle. I appreciate."

Conner takes a steadying breath, and turns to Nicat, his armor, shield and sword dripping blood and none of it his own. "Never speak about my mother."

Conner works his jaw slowly, barely listening to the rambling noble as he waits for him to give a number. To pass the time, he estimates how much time this man had spent in front of the mirror that day. A hour? More? The only thing worse than a noble, was a useless one. All the money and free time you could ask for, and most of them can't be bothered to learn how to protect themselves. Conner strongly suspected that if this man ever picked up a real sword, his hand would erupt into blisters in moments. When he started in about some priestess Conner had to remind himself about the money again. Then promptly remind himself he didn't know how good the money was yet. When the strangers came in, Conner glances over the two women. Not bad. Dwarf could stand to miss a couple meals.