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Darvan curses, drawing his bow and loosing a shaft at the nearest enemy.
I hope you get better! I believe we are waiting on you DM.
A pious one, who knew? Still, he feels the anger. Abusing faith is an easy way to manipulate good men. Darvan nods to him. "I understand your position. Come, let us go and talk at a table and break bread together. I'm sure our boss would like to hear this."
"Yeah, why such a big force?"
Darvan gives Faore an annoyed glance, turning to the Kobold. "Why so many armed fighters? Thought this was a diplomatic meeting."
*Explicit things* Darvan motions for the party to get down, but after a moment of thought he motions Faore forward. "Little hothead here and I are going to check this out. Stay down, don't make yourselves targets." With Faore as backup he moves forward on quiet feet to scout the party.
Surrounding himself with guards that owe him something, smart. Not likely to turn on him. Darvan does nothing special early in the evening, taking some time to spar with any guard or party member that's willing. But later he gets the itch to move, so he goes out to scout their meeting point ahead of time.
Yay! Excited to get things moving again!
I'm still around.
Darvan listens quietly, then gives a small grin at the end. "At least we agree on one thing."
Thanks for letting us know, no worries DM.
Darvan spends some time outside the area, just walking around the forest or watching some animals as he thinks of his sister before returning to dinner.
"He's right to be suspicious. I'm not racist but I don't tend to give ogres the benefit of the doubt. Our goals are aligned with their own, so for the time being we can trust them."
Darvan shakes his head. "Big man talks and talks while he hires others to do his work. And the only time talking is the right thing he wants to draw a blade. That mouth is going to get you killed one day."
"I can practically smell the shit rolling off your tongue. Achievements and power don't go one bit towards building respect, they go towards building recognition and fear, neither one of which anybody cares about in the middle of nowhere." He leans back letting her finish. At the end he simply chuckles. "This girl makes grass look brown. Send her back to the city before she gets herself and half of us killed." He gives her a smile, clearly not taking the insults or even the threat seriously.
Darvan shakes his head. "I didn't ask your name, I asked who you are. There's two ways for me to find out, but I figured drawing a sword on you isn't a very nice hello. If you want a more professional job ask Sergeant tight-ass over there." He says, pointing his thumb to Jory. "Now I just lost a good man who I owe my life to and it's being replaced by a snot nosed girl who thinks scowls and silence is the way to survive in these lands. There's nothing fancy or high-and-mighty about what we're doing; We're in open bandit country, and I'm either going to have comrades I know and can trust at my back or you can get the hell out."
Darvan eyes the lithe girl. "I don't need to know whose teat you sucked, I just need to know who's watching my back when there's a dozen angry bandits in front of me."
Darvan doesn't open his eyes, a sarcastic smile coming to his face. That must be Jory. Darvan scratches at his new scar as Jory gives his proposal. "For once you and I agree on something, I was thinking about that very scouting pattern myself." Much lovelier with dress. Darvan holds his tongue, smiling and nodding at Oleg's words. "Oh the fresh food will be much appreciated." Then the weapons rolls out, the scar-moving grin coming with them. "Oh but these are appreciated much more." Darvan leans back, letting the others do more of the talking. He includes little tidbits like "Can kill a hundred men by myself the instant nature gets pissed at me..." as he shows his new scar with a grin. Finally he looks at their newcomers. "I'd like to hear another story as well, like who these pups are."
Darvan laughs, literally almost splitting his side from his most recent wound. "Ah-damn that hurts, don't make me laugh. Killers isn't exactly our title, but it seems to be most of what we're doing."
Darvan rubs at the new scar in his gut. "Least we got a minute to ourselves. I'm gonna go get some real grub."
Darvan resigns with a sad sigh. "Another time. Back to camp."
Darvan glances around once more, then tucks all of the things away and yells up "Oi, comin' back up!" When his feet rest on solid ground he shows what he found, then opens the map with a grin. "I think we got some treasure hunting to do."
See you when you get back DM, have fun!
I'll keep it as is. Used it go get a bonus feat, furious focus. Power attacks land easier now >:)
If we're super worried about traps I can use my slayer talent to pick up trapfinding, I just wasn't sure how many traps there would be in a campaign like this.
Darvan shrugs. "Doubt anything would still be hiding in there after that. If I'm going to get a kiss from death than I'm going to get whatever is down there." Darvan checks to make sure the rope is still secure, then goes down again.
Nice. If I took Terrain Mastery (Forest), how much of the area would that apply to?
Darvan continues to catch his breath. "Th-thanks. That little thing was viscous." He looks down into the pit. "Second tries the charm right?"
Darvan's eyes flutter open and he gasps, bringing air into his newly restored lungs. He hears the scrape of steel and the cries of battle, struggling to his feet and grabbing his sword.
Darvan starts taking out rope and tying it around waist. "I'm trusting you Kyra."
"Well we can get a little work done before our meet and greet. Let's head a little farther south."
Darvan glances around, then shrugs. "Oh, well yeah. I agree it's a good alliance and I'll stand with you guys on it."
Darvan scratches at his stubble. "Don't see a reason to mention it. Besides, the only thing they're guilty of is growing a garden and defending it."
"Good man!" Darvan walks over to help redistribute the weight on the horses.
"Aye, let's get to it quick before somebody else pokes their nose in."
Darvan looks at the scratch that is left on him. "Aye, thank you Fren."
Darvan breaks out in laughter and doubles over in pain at the same time. "Ha-oh Kyra, you're going to kill me if you keep making jokes like that." He pulls a hand away from his bloody side.
"Suppose it would be good to know who's in charge. I'm in if they are."
Darvan smiles through the pain in his back, gently sliding off his horse and approaching their leader. "Kern, would you? Tell them they are true allies and we are not brothers in arms." He offers a firm handshake to their leader.
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