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Corax shouts at Poulain now. "Idiote, idiote? Who's the idiot that thinks a murderer would confess all just because you asked him! Is that our new approach? Did you kill anyone? No, well you can be on your way. Idiote" "This band of adventurers just gained itself a new warrior. You're welcome to them." Corax drops her sword and storms off in the opposite direction - not caring if Mogwag cuts her down or not.
I appreciate I used some mechanics debate in my last post - but I'll not continue. You should act as you believe your character would and I'll do the same.
Corax does not take her eyes off Mogwag’s hands. ”Poulain, is that your full argument. We can trust a man holding a sword coming towards us because he doesn’t look like an elf?" The contempt in Corax’ voice is transparent.
"Poulain, shoot me, shoot him or shut up. I really don't care which."
Corax will not draw first blood, despite the newcomer's apparent confidence.
Corax readies her sword and swings it well enough to appear she means business but not well enough to strike Mogwag.
Corax considers the strangers words but takes into account their surroundings. 'There is more to his story than he is letting on - clearly - and we can't trust him.' Squaring up to the stranger, Corax speaks slowly and calmly. "I am in no mood for clever talk. If destiny dictates I die today, then that was my fate. I'll not be afraid of death by your hand or any other. Your words are not simple and that makes me suspicious. Suspicious enough to start something that only one of our deaths will conclude." With these words, Corax readies herself for combat.
Corax decides to go with the flow. Best to see where this takes her before she tries a different tack. "A duel you say? If that's what you want. The prize seems obvious - life itself. You see I wonder how someone who was not party to this carnage could be so oblivious to it." Her voice is cool and calm and with more than a hint of steel in it.
Corax takes a stance that shows she's prepared to initiate combat at the blink of an eye.
Corax immediately takes up a fighting stance, her longsword still dripping with the blood of the elves. "Stand down and declare yourself - we're in the mood for more fighting if that's what you're offering."
"What do you mean gone?". Corax towers over Hurq, her demeanor suggesting she expects a quick answer.
Corax stares at the dwarf for a few seconds before Angelo's words sting her into action. "Hurg, what ails you? As ever, there is no bedside manner to her question - it is very matter-of-fact.
Corax stares at the dead bodies without compassion. She observes Angelo. "Let your nostrils fill with the smell of death. The stench is there for a reason. Life is precious and fate decides which day to take it from us. This..." she sweeps her arm expansively to reference the scene before them, "is a reminder of the glory of combat and the folly of expecting it to last forever. One day - not this day - we will be lying here. And I want my destroyer to consider my death and his life rather than look to bury the evidence as soon as possible." There is no emotion in her voice, just a hardness that suggests this is somethign she considers after every battle - if only inawrdly.
Corax continues to scythe her way through the elves, her face a picture of concentration.
Just to say that after today (my time) my posting will be sporadic for the next three days. Saturday and Sunday are always my slowest days – I tend to post mostly in the evenings. Monday is my wife’s birthday, so expect zero posts and then I’m full steam ahead again from Tuesday morning. Thanks for your patience.
GM - Is there life in this adventure with three of us? Do you want to recruit before we progress?
I'm starting a roll-call to say I'm still here and I see the GM is too. Anyone else?
A close study of Corax' face shows no emotion as one of her comrades falls. Instead, she ploughs on, no thought to finesse or style as she wields her sword with the minimum of form and the maximum of damage-wielding potential.
Fortunatekly for Angelo, Corax seems oblivious to his 'laying on hands' as she's too focused on the elves that are bothering her with these annoying arrows. "Fight like men," she calls as she advances on one of them, her blade singing through the air.
Free from the weeds, Corax vents her fury on the elf in front of her, swining her longsword with great power.
Corax, her cusses now reaching shouting levels, continues her battle with the undergrowth Poulain created.
Corax, now swearing audibly, struggles against the foliage to break free of its grip.
Corax gets up close and personal with the elf, her sword swinging.
"Corax, my bow fell over that way - you may make as much good use of it as I. Here are arrows."
Corax looks at Angelo with disdain. "A true warrior looks into her opponent's eyes when she delivers the killing blow." You are unsure if it's her honour code or her inability with a bow that prompts this outburst. Corax steels herself for action. Having made such a bold statement, she needs to wade in at the next opportunity, risk of entanglement or not.
Once more, Corax flexes plenty of muscle but other than grinding her teeth, does nothing of note.
Corax allows Angelo to deal with the arrows but seems oblivious to what he's doing. She's scanning the environment for her next target.
Corax continues her relentless attack on the creature, blisfully ignorant of the arrows hitting her.
And it's Brits not brits. And to be entirely accurate, I wouldn't take notice of anything the Scottish or Welsh say - so let's just say the English ; p
Let's not forget that the language is in fact English and therefore it's maths not math.
Ignoring the arrow currently embedded in her skin, Corax continues to swing her great sword at the creature.
Cursing at not seeing the opportunity, Corax steps in close and personal with the girrallion before unleashing the might of her pent up frustration.
mirroring Gaki, Corax is like a coiled spring. She's clearly eager to get into the action and is waiting for the vines to dissipate.
Corax shoots Poulain a look of annoyance as she draws her sword but holds back from getting involved as the weeds would, in her opinion, just as likely affect her as the elves. Shaking her head, taking an attacking stance, she waits for an opportunity to get involved.
Corax watches the transformation, shakes her head slightly and then carries on as if nothing had happened.
Corax continues with duties to ensure the boat is ready to dock before checking her gear, clearly eager to be off the vessel. "I am ready Captain, for whatever awaits." She looks at the deserted station without fear but her brow definitely wrinkles as she addresses nobody in particular. "You're not wrong to be wary comrades but we'll never find out what's wrong sitting on the boat."
If the Captain's words were supposed to have an impact on Corax it doesn't show. Instead she mutters, "What will be, will be."
Corax surveys the newcomer and his accompanying creature. She shrugs as words are exchanged before adding, "What will be, will be. If your little friend is a boon, nobody will pay it the slightest notice. If it forgets its loyalties, then it must expect to pay the price.. There is no malice in her voice, merely pragmatism.
I had to sit out over a month whilst one fight took place, so I'm definitely in it for the long haul. I wonder if it's anything to do with so many new characters and not a lot in common just yet.
Corax puts all of her might into using the ropes.
Corax stares at the snake in disbelief. So many potentially life-ending encounters in such a short space of time. She nods to Angelo and Poulain. "Excellent work - he was one tough snake."
With no thought of finesse or subtlety, Corax again swings at the snake.
Corax wastes no time in drawing her sword and swinging at the snake, her face showing no emotion at this point for her fallen comrade.
Corax was planning to help out with the engine when Poulain stepped in. She had to admire his work. Catching him alone afterwards, she stands tall and gives a short bow. "You know your way around a boat, that's for sure. Me, I'm handy and can help out with most jobs - but you were born to work the water. My sincere compliments."
Corax comes too, groggily. She looks at the debris around her and shakes her head ruefully. "A few snakes and I couldn't last the fight." She stands - albeit with a wobbly stance and moves to the side of the boat, looking out into the distance. She seems to be in her own world.
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