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Corwen binds the man securely before Shimmer fills the area with a healing glow. "Hello there fella," Corwen begins as the man regains consciousness. "Sorry about the puncture in the ribs, but you weren't really listening to reason. Do you know where you are, and why?"
Ok, on with the show then; I'm sure it's nothing to worry about :)
As the glow from Shimmer's healing spell fades, as do Corwen's wounds, not entirely, but enough that they are no longer gaping and bleeding. "Ah, thank you Shimmer... But maybe now you should see to our once-furry friend. He looks to be in a bad way."
Wincing with the pain of the grave wounds he has sustained, Corwen crouches down, breathing heavily. "Thank the gods. I'm about spent. Anyone know a good healer?"
Just wondering, do we want to kill this werewolf, or subdue it? It may be unaware that it's that it's a lycanthrope at all, and there seems to be a fair chance it's a villager... And if it is a real villain, as the right hand of the government wouldn't a trial of law be a better idea too?
That's nasty alright - clever, but nasty!
Face taut with pain, and also anger, Corwen staggers to his feet after the werewolf has moved away. With a roar, he hurls a tanglefoot bag at the creature just after it slices into Ikit.
Having narrowly avoided injury from the werewolf's last attacks, Corwen tries to take advantage of its overextended position. Ducking first to one side, then the other, then back again, he tries to provoke a misstep from the beast.
Seeing a wide opening as the creature struggles to follow Corwen's darting form, he thrusts his rapier towards the werewolf's exposed ribs.
Corwen's eyes narrow as the werewolf's jaws snap closed right before his face, and he represses another upwelling of fear-induced adrenalin. Hurry up, the rest of you! Side Commentary:
Yep, whatever you did fixed it :) Have just moved myself, and am now waiting nervously for the outcome of at least one attack from this nasty son of a gun :/
Also, I've managed to find a computer for the moment, but at the top of the map it says "View Only", which is why I've detailed my movement for you rather than moved myself... Does everyone have the ability to edit the map, or just you mdt?
Now closer to the fearsome beast, Corwen grits his teeth to stave off the familiar fear of death that he feels during almost every combat situation, and particularly with raging, bloodthirsty, mindless beasts such as this. He moves forward to engage the werewolf, seeking just to avoid its blows and occupy it until the cavalry arrives, or try to feint it and strike hard into its unprotected areas. He rolls forward, encircling it so that it will be caught between him and his companions - if they arrive before the thing tears the half-elf apart.
Corwen grits his teeth, realising that the creature is too far away for him to be able to intervene before it attacks the remaining guard. Though it goes against all his instincts, he does the only thing he can. Trying to divert its attention from the guard, Corwen draws his rapier and moves forward. "Hey there ugly," he shouts tauntingly (also hoping the noise might also wake others), "I heard your mother was a poodle. Got your looks from your daddy, huh?" Hardly your finest attempt at mockery, he thinks to himself, but if that guard's lucky the thing might turn its rage my way.
Hi GM, is it just me or is the "Current Combat" link going to the incorrect map? It's taking me to the map "Forest!". Apologies if I've just missed something obvious :/
"Yes, agreed. So we should probably post a night time watch then?"
After the party has examined all of the evidence at the two crime scenes, Corwen narrows his eyes. "That footprint, probably the werewolf's once it had turned human again, was headed back to town. So it becomes more likely that the culprit is a townsperson, yes?"
Hey folks, I finally have reliable internet in France, if only via phone. Sorry for the extended absence :/ Give me a day to catch up on the gameplay thread and I'll be back in. Je suis trés desolé!
Sorry, I've been totally distracted by a whirlwind trip to France. I'll get into it the next couple of days, but I'm likely to be spotty for the next month or so; feel free to DMPC as needed.
Fair enough; just having a little fun...
The farmer looks at Corwyn. "Dunno, Milord. I'm just 'Ol Markey If I did, I'd tell ya. All I know is, people is dead, and bloodily. Good people too..." He glances at Shimmer and Ikit, before taking a step further away from them. Corwen laughs. "I'm no lord. Tell you what, how about I shout you a pint, just you and me, at the local establishment. I'd really like to get some idea of this town, and I think a friendly chat between us would be just the thing." Corwen follows Markey for a step or two towards the tavern before turning to Shimmer, pointing in the direction he and Markey are walking, the holding up ten fingers before pointing at the kobold, then the direction they are walking once more.
Great news mdt. I think we've all been bearing your situation in mind. Give my best wishes to your wife, though it mightn't mean much :)
Corwen grimaces. "Lycanthropes... Well, I can start finding out what I can from the locals, once we're settled. I might engage the service of the fellow who piped up in the first place, he seemed to take a shine to me... although maybe I have Shimmer to thank for that," he adds with a cheeky grin, turning to the kobold. "Perhaps let me make the first contact with him, and then I can introduce you once he's fully at his ease. I'll be back shortly." Corwen swings away from the group to walk beside the farmer who spoke up initially. "Now friend, we've not been introduced. Corwen Surefoot's the name," he says, extending a hand. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, d'you think you could see your way to helping me out a little with finding out more about what's happened here?"
Corwen quirks his mouth wryly. "I doubt it also, but one can always hope."
His sharp ears catching the mutterings of the crowd, Corwen arches an eyebrow. "We're sorry to hear of the community's losses, friend. You and your folk are in the midst of dark happenings, perhaps, but fear not, Lord Stormborn will see these matters put right." The latent performer in Corwen can't help but continue. "Though now a mighty lord, Dante Stormborn is a man of the people; he'll not leave you to suffer unaided, you can rely on that!" Moving close to Dante, Corwen murmurs quietly to the General, "The peasants fear werewolves, m'lord. It would seem prudent to at least make a superficial investigation of these killings, for local morale if nothing else. If it turns out to be mere wolves, you could just put a bounty on pelts," he shrugs. "The farm folk would take care of the rest."
The bedraggled, mud-spattered half-elf nudges his mount forward to address the farmer. "Easy man, easy. Deaths, you say? Who has died? And what sort of happenings have surrounded these deaths?" With a look to Dante to check that he's not overtstepping the mark, Corwen adds, "I'm sure Lord Stormborn will be able to put an end to your troubles."
Sorry to hear that mdt, best of luck to you and your wife.
Corwen, who has been napping at the base of a tree while Rowan has been out hunting, joins the druid as he feeds the turkey to the thylacine. Watching it maul the bird, he remarks, "Savage creature. How do you fancy your chances of befriending it?"
Corwen has to restrain himself from giving a nervous laugh at Shimmer's words. "Little fellow?" That's the biggest dog I've ever seen! After Dante gives his nod to Rowan, Corwen considers the beast thoughtfully. "Right. So how do we do this? Can you calm the creature down?" he asks Rowan.
"Tame that? Corwen looks surprised. "Well... It would be handy in a scrap, I guess," he adds thoughtfully.
Corwen frowns at Rowan's suggestion. "The creature has fallen into a pit trap. A feed will do no more'n prolong its death by starvation. Better - kinder - to put it out of its misery quick, like. Buying it a couple more days of life in a hole in the ground? If it could speak, it wouldn't thank you for that." His tone isn't derisive, condescending, or superior, merely matter-of-fact. Indeed, as he peers into the gloom of the pit at the thylacine, a shadow - of pity, perhaps? - flashes across his features for but a moment, before it passes.
Corwen steps back from the crumbly edge, his expression focused. "Nice escape," he says calmly. "I wasn't aware you could do that," he says with a nod to the jaguar.
Yeah, just found the rules on d20pfsrd... Corwen would definitely be more useful as Enforcer, but whatever works overall.
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