Herra looked distinctly uncomfortable throughout the theater performance, squirming a bit each time the actor portraying him took action.
"Do I really behave that way?" he whispered to his companions.
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I'm ok to fast forward, bask in the sun until we're ready otherwise.
Works for me.
Herra's tail flicked uncomfortably as the sheriff talked, "Do we know how many goblins attacked? A town this size shouldn't be a target for a small tribe to raid, or it wouldn't be in Garund anyway."
Merchants: No personal preference one way or the other. Romance: No objections, though it's going to add another level of awkward to poor shy Herra :)
Herra was found just outside the tavern sitting on his knees facing the morning sun. His armor and gear off to one side, he was finishing his morning prayers as Kargas came down. Beside him, Little Brother luxuriated in the fresh sunlight. Once he finished, the lizardfolk garbed himself and went to talk meet with his newfound companions and eat. His meal was simple, a hash of whatever leftovers remained from the festivities with a hunk of meat for the thunder lizard at his side. "A reward would be nice, staying in town is pricey." Herra cast a sidelong look at Little Brother, "I can fix the shirt if you can find a way to clean the blood."
Finding himself alone in the common room, Herra tidied up the table and collected the Little Brother's bowl before trudging upstairs. Little Brother was unsure of the steps for a moment but followed happily.
Herra brow knitted in confusion and he reluctantly raised his mug, "To the Sandpoint Six. Now, how do you know about the Father of Childhood Nightmares? I did not know anyone outside of Garund knew of his purple splendor."
"Dreams can be powerful things, the shamans of my clan often wandered in dreams looking for truth." Little Brother gave a brief hiccup as he finished the mead that Kargas had given him. Herra watched his saurian friend for a moment before turning back to the others. "Wealth and power can be as ruinous as demons, we must tread lightly." the lizard considered a moment, tongue flicking, "For now we should rest, and see what comes next. We don't have enough information yet to act."
Herra was impassive for a long time, stroking Little Brother's back. Ameiko was spared little more than a glance, and the large lizardman was hesitant around so many people. He watched as Kargas gave Little Brother some mead with a blank look. "That could be an error... Hmm, ah, far from home yes. I'm a scholar, trained by a druid, Essendiril" His mouth had to twist around the word, he made sure to pronounce it carefully. "I'm from Garund, but my master lived in Nidal and brought me with him when he returned there. When my training was done I was curious about Thassilonians and their ruins, thought they would be interesting."
Reading Cade's last post made me think of the original Iron Chef series. :)
It's kinda subtle, lizardfolk don't exactly socialize with the mammals. But the longer you're around him the more you notice he doesn't like crowds and is very slow to assert himself if it's outside his comfort zone. Little Brother picks up on his moods and reacts accordingly, it's why the tyrannosaur had no trouble with children crawling all over him but an adult offering food was a good way to lose a hand. For mammals the reactions might be chalked up to him being slow to act, like crocodile that would prefer to sun himself rather than respond to stimulus. They might also think he's very snide or sarcastic. Outright hostility wouldn't be a good read right off hand though, he's too insular. He's not terribly aggressive except in combat or when survival is at stake. Personally he doesn't assert himself but the lizardfolk culture is all about survival and pragmatism, it's why he doesn't mind LB snacking on goblins (he probably would have himself if he hadn't eaten earlier.)
Herra and Little Brother shared a look, reptilian eyes near unreadable. After a moment he spoke, "If you find it necessary to rally, then I will follow."
Herra flicked his tongue once at Kargas's boast and was silent for a time, "You could try, but he's a mean drunk. Let's get some early rest and find out why the screaming soft-skins attacked in the morning." With that he followed after Kargas with the Little Brother at heel.
Herra's yellow eyes turned toward Gwestiel, his tongue flicking rhythmically. Had he been a mammal it might have been a empathetic expression. He spoke hesitantly, "Herra Skriðdýra, the hungry one is called Eðla Bróðir."
Herra stood from his kill, tail flicking. He cast an eye on the Little Brother as he dove into the fresh meat and hissed at him, at the sound Eðla looked at his master and returned to his meal. "Elf soft-skin thinks well, we must take you to safety. Find out why little screaming soft-skins attacked." There was hesitance in Herra's voice, though that might have been him savoring the blood on his lips.
Herra gives a low hiss and steps into the last standing goblin, ripping in with abandon. The Little Brother begins circling while his teeth snap.
Herra gives the dogslicer a contemptuous look and presses the goblin with snaps of his teeth and swipes of claws aimed to disembowel. The Little Brother continues snapping at his foe, hoping to get another meal of goblin flesh.
Herra and the Little Brother ran into battle, each selecting a target and set in with tooth and claw gnashing.
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Little Brother watched the halfling run for a moment before setting out after his master. Within a few strides he had easily overtaken Cade and caught up to Herra, easily pacing the armored lizardman.
Herra took a moment to register Kargas patting his back. Hearing the sounds of the man yelling he made an odd expression, tasting the air with the corners of his mouth upturned. He turned to Cade, "The Little Brother can bear you if you wish. Faster, I think, than your legs." With that he set off after the half-orc. Eðla looked up from his meal as he master ran off and then looked at Cade, his head canted to one side.
Herra looked at the elf and the young woman from before and his tail flicked nervously, "I'm called Herra Skriðdýra, I had another name once but the one who brought me north gave me this one. Can't speak to little mammals motives, soft-flesh confuse me, too... unreasonable."
Herra bent down to examine the wound, sniffing as he did so. With gentleness unbecoming his clawed hand he lifted away damp and sticky clothing and armor to reveal the gash. "Not deep, could've been worse. I can seal it but my magics are limited, we may need them more later." Yellow reptilian eyes met Cade's own, "Up to you."
The thunder lizard looked hungrily at a goblin corpse but waited on his master's word. Herra looked over his companions wound, frowning before rubbing some ashes in the gash to halt the bleeding. He muttered something in the tongue of wyrms and the Little Brother began diving into the corpse happily, the sound of rending flesh and crunching bone echoing through the street. Draconic:
"You'll live, eat up." The master wandered to the halfling. "Not sure I caught your name before all this," he waved a clawed hand to indicate the scene, "How bad are you hurt?"
The Little Brother eyed the goblin, its blade in hand. A bit of his own blood rolled down the tyrannosaur's flank and he took a long sniff of the goblin. For a moment there was a low rumble coming from the thunder lizard's throat and then, suddenly, teeth gnashed fiercely.
Eðla's teeth failed to find purchase on the little goblin. His master moved alongside him, pressing the goblin. Claws descended from the lizardman.
But the quick little creature still avoided the swamp dweller's killing intent.
Herra's tail flicked impatiently and he gave a sharp hiss, the Little Brother answered with an excited roar. The thunder lizard bore down on his fleeing prey, teeth snapping with deadly purpose. Herra loped along, in case the goblin somehow escaped Eðla Bróðir.
Hmm, I stand educated. Haven't played a druid in a while. In that case, double move cause I'm not exactly fast.
Herra rolled his shoulders and snapped his fingers once more. His words were harsh, cruel in tone. Draconic:
"Scent, hunt, kill." Eðla took a quite sniff of the dead goblin and let loose a high pitched roar. He set off with a loping gate, tail wagging excitedly, with his master following soon after.
Herra cast his eyes about while he pointed to the sleeping goblin and snapped his fingers. The Little Brother obliged his master, and his hunger, and descended on the somnolent form.
Herra took the chicken and was about to feed the Little Brother when the goblins attacked. His reactions were slow, perhaps it was the warmth of the day lulling him into a stupor. As two goblins fell, a lone and shivering one remained. Two pairs of reptilian eyes narrowed dangerously and claws and teeth were bared. Thunder lizard and master moved less like lone lizards and more like wolves, closing on their prey.
Herra lifted his eyes from the pages of his book when the halfling greets him, "Eh... greetings... sir." Yellow eyes study the halfling intently before distraction snaps his gaze up at Eðla Bróðir, the young tyrannosaur itself staring at an elf woman offering it food. The tyrannosaur's head lifted and pupils sharply dilated, it's haunches moving excitedly, shifting for purchase. The lizardman was on his feet and shouted something in the language of dragons. Draconic:
"Hold brother, not food, no eat!" Eðla's gaze snapped over to his master and made a pleading and excited look. Herra's stride carried him quickly to the side of the young mammal woman. "Very dangerous, soft flesh. Little brother still wild animal. Good with kids, no so much big ones, especially not with food." He carefully extends a taloned hand, palm up and open, while keeping a sharp eye on the thunder lizard. "Hide food or hand to me and I'll feed him. Good way to lose a hand otherwise."
The appearance of the hide-clad walking lizard caused a bit of a stir at first. His sword and shield marked him as a warrior and the juvenile thunder lizard walking at his side was something unusual in Varisia. That he spoke the common tongue in an accent filled with sibilant emphasis and Nidalese slang drew the ear as well as the eye. Children gawped at the lizard and his companion and hid behind their mother's skirts while they craned their necks to stare. But as morning gave way into afternoon and the lizard simply went about his business, chatting with merchants and looking lovingly over books about Varisian history, the novelty began to wear off. Lunchtime found the lizardman lounging on a bench, head propped on one hand and nose buried in a cheap book, a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth as he lazily chewed on it after eating some of the White Deer's fair. Nearby, those same children who earlier had hidden in fear of the newcomer now climbed and crawled on the scion of the ancient thunder lizards. For it's part the tyrannosaurus was non-plussed and allowed the children their fun, it was of a similar mood as its master and laziness was very much the order of the day.
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