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Interrogating: And just like that, that the group had split. The Tiefling scratched the spot where an arrow had struck his shoulder. More like that armor protected you, he thought. *******After translating the goblin’s words****** Din shrugged, ”I don't know about you two but, I'm fine with leaving it tied up for a while. Until we take care if other things,” he nudged the goblin with his boot, ”Maybe he'll reconsider?”
After Zal left Din turned his attention back to the group. He forced himself to give off an air of calm and he would have succeeded too if it weren't for that blasted tail, ”Half this town thinks I'm a loon, yet most of you 'battle hardened types” think it’s heroic to throw yourselves on to some blades. I'm real sorry that the curator was taken. I am.” Din motioned to the destruction around them, ”But while you lot are off getting yourselves killed, this 'compassionless monster’ is going to help bury my neighbors and put out fires. Come tomorrow, when I have a better understanding of what's going on, I'll come fish your bodies out of the river.”Din blinked, realizing that he was staring straight at Kra'el's….nethers, ”Nearly forgot about that.” He took a step towards Kra'el, ”Me and the smart Steel Mage will deal with that thing while you're gone.” Din softened and added, ”I hope your god protects you.” "Stay."
Nothing like a little bit of fear surfacing as misdirected anger to push a little bit of character development. Also, apparently Din is somewhat scared of the dark? Man, things get weird when you let your character write himself.
”Just because some of us can see in the dark, doesn't mean we want to see what's out there,” Din mumbled to no one in particular. He avoided making eye contact with Zalindra as the group headed for the, the shame of his thoughts weighing heavy on his shoulders. He told himself that if he had more that just his cantrips still he would have been the first to suggest rushing off to save the old man. The truth was that Din had seen what lurked in the inky shadows outside of Brindol. The monsters with their gnashing maws. The sticky saliva that dripped as the beasts creeped closer. drip drip drip But the things that terrified him the most were the monsters that looked and walked and spoke like people. The ones that would buy you a drink while slipping a noose around your neck. And he knew those were out there. No. Chasing after the goblins at this hour was foolish.
Din mimed striking a match and spoke in Infernal ”Би жарығы.” Moments later four ghostly lanterns appeared around the group.
Infernal:
”Dancing lights” ”I agree with the Steel Mage,” Din gestured at Javos, a grin struggling to be reigned in, ”I think we should regroup and report what we've discovered to the Lore Warden. Tomorrow the fight can be on our terms.” Din was not sure how things would go if the others decided to go chasing the goblin army. Outside the walls. At night. ”What happens when our ragtag group finds the gobs? Huh? Or worse, what happens if we don't find them and we wander for hours in the dark until they find us? We were lucky to survive those first attacks and both fights we outnumbered them. What happens when the numbers are in their favor?” Din paused to catch his breath and pointed to Zalindra, ”If you can tell me, honestly, that your grandfather would want you risking your life by maybe running in the right direction, in the middle of the night, then I'll be right beside you. Otherwise, I think we should wait until the sun is on our side.”
”It was just an idea,” Din shrugged when he couldn't think of any sort of tunnels, ”Regardless, who's to say that it would be all too hard for the creatures to gain knowledge of Brindol,” He paused and peered into the shadows, ”Or even an ally within Brindol.”
Dinvirte had been following along. Listening, thinking. The others hadn't seen convinced on his theory of why they attacked the Hall. Hell, I'm not entirely convinced, he thought as they had come across the dead guards. The Tiefling continued to rack his brain as Javos came clanking up to the group. A sudden image of the heavily armored man simply running into and through Din sent a shiver down his spine. He stepped aside as Javos joined them and nodded slowly when Dayana spoke. Something doesn't add up…. he mused. Din realized that he had been staring into one if the open eyes of the dead men and just before he forced himself to look away his tail flicked up. ”Can any or you determine how long ago those men died?” Din swatted at the tip of his tail, ”I'm getting there!” He said. ”Goblinoids prefer to be underground, right? It's part if the reason we we're so caught off guard; attacking in broad daylight. Could it be that they came in this way while the main force was distracted but fled through an underground pass?” Din squeezed an eye shut as if in pain and tried to remember of any tunnels, old or new, that led out of the city.
Way ahead of you, A-Bro-ham Lincoln.
That feeling when your character's name autocorrects to "Dinner" and you didn't notice for several hours.
Din lingered outside of the office while Zalindra searched inside. He figured that the girl had the sole right to enter the room at the moment and when she raced back out towards the museum area, Din followed–only pausing momentarily to consider using a detect magic cantrip in the office. Seems….intrusive, he thought as he peered into the office. With the group in the museum proper, Din kept an uncomfortable closeness to Aelion as the elf put the clues together. He occasionally muttered various musings to no one in particular. When the scene was laid out before the group Dinner waited to see what the others thought before chiming in, ”Can anyone else connect the dots?” He paused as if waiting for an answer but continued before anyone could speak, ”These relics were the target. The attacks were a distraction, as Din spoke he gesticulated more and more and his eyes moved feverishly as if he was placing the puzzle pieces just as he could vocalize his thoughts. "The old man was taken because of course you would take the person who has spent the most time with the goods and probably has forgotten more about the stuff that most people have ever known. If anything in this building had any sort of magic properties, whether it be the things that were on display or things kept hidden, you can bet that the old man not only knew, uh, knows but he knows how to activate them.”
We've found several we like. It's the price that is the problem. On a whim we looked in the neighborhood where my wife's grandparents live (a really bad neighborhood) and they were asking ~200k for 1000' ft homes. It blows my mind how much they want in an area where houses are regularly broken into. @Ingra I moved out when I was 18. I've never looked back. It's awesome.
Din feigned being hurt, ”I seem to recall I set it on fire. He glanced at Cecilia and tried to convince himself that sometimes people get hurt in fights and to not worry about it. With the Hall before them, it's door barely hanging on, Din cursed himself for thinking that the fight with the ogre had been the only threat. There's always another secret. Always another monster. He had awoken that morning with a sense of dread and was now wishing he had listened to his gut and prepared more combat spells. Well, live and learn. He looked at the charred tree, Please, let me live. Din forced a grin at Aelion as they followed Kra'el and Zalindra inside, ”The only gods are those that sit around using us as pawns in some idiotic game where dice control our fates. But now's not the time for that, we have more important things to worry about.” Of course he didn't believe that, it was ridiculous. Even for him. But it usually managed to get a rise out of people so he liked to throw that fake truth out there every now and then.
Sorry that I kinda fell behind. We went house hunting this weekend so I've been pretty busy.
Din nudged one of the hob corpses with his boot as the others stripped the others of anything useful, ”How did you all get here…” he muttered as the group discussed where to go first. Like some of the others, he was sure, Din felt that the smartest place to go to was the North bridge. But something about the way Zalindra worried about her grandfather pulled on him. It's one thing to help the people, it's another to help a person. Plus, everyone else seemed to be in agreement to go to the Hall. Armed with only cantrips, a dagger,and seven crossbow bolts, Din knew he wouldn't survive by himself for very long. ————— Din had been eyeing the triangular head peeking from Day’s bag when he caught Aelion doing the same and, subsequently, shaking his head. He grinned and loaded a bolt, ”I know some pretty indecent people that would help too. They would just need the promise of coin first.” He felt a pang of regret at the words and quickly added, ”You're right though. We took down that group fairly easily. And with an ogre backing them as well.”
Din watched Kra'el swaddle the goblin in rope. The image brought back the irritation on his wrists and the dank taste of the stygian cell he had once been kept in. He shook his head, sending the memory back to its own cell and look at his tail which had been pointing at his face, ”Yeah, I know. I try to tell everyone about the conspiracies and they all call me a lunatic. Now all of sudden it's,” he affected a snobbish tone,”‘these monsters must have someone in Brindol helping them!’” He sighed and took a few steps away from the wagon. The tiefling had just been about to cast prestidigitation to clean his clothing of the soot, blood, and dirt when Ingra began reprimanding Cecilia. He paused mid-gesture, the incantation on his lips, and waited for the dwarf to finish ranting before stepping over to Cecilia. ”Lady Hawthorne, don't mind her. Dwarves are known to be cranky. The part of their brains that controls temper is mostly stone."A joke of course. He had checked years ago on a cadaver. "Sorry about the pitch. Heat of the–engrossed in the battle.”
I mean, the one exploded sending boiling pitch onto Cecilia. I just assumed we didn't want to have 2 barrels of it spray everywhere.
I may have watched Mulan recently with my niece.... Lol it's almost like each of our characters fill different roles in the party!
That was a slick idea from Ingra.
Din afforded himself no time to revel in the victory. The possibility of being the Tiefling that blew the city to Hell did not sit well with him. ”Kra'el! Drop the goblin. Grab one of the wagon tongues and lift it!” Din pointed at Ingra, ”You too! Maybe we can roll the barrels out and away from the wagon?” A flimsy plan at best… he thought.
Sorry about that delay, busy weekend for some odd reason.
With the casks no longer an issue Din puffed out his chest ...and quickly deflated when he saw what Jathal was talking about. ”Tiefling! Tiefling! I don't do that water thing!” He hoped that since there didn't appear to be anything to flammable nearby that it would be easy to contain. With one eye one the roaring flames, Din took a few steps forward, felt the magic swell in his chest, and cast his last first level spell for the day–Color Spray.
Crossing fingers for rule of cool lol
Ingra’s words knocked something loose in Din’s mind. He'd have to look into that later. But for now he focused on the task at hand. Din positioned himself just a bit closer and summoned a small bead of blue energy. The bead swirled and changed to purple and finally a deep red. Din released the energy in a flash of fiery heat at the cask the ogre held.
Din blinked and everyone had rushed forward. He racked his brain for the best course of action and settled on the least worse. The Tiefling raced forward, ”Draw them in. If you leave a gap, we may be able to end this fight quickly!”
Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah!
That was disgusting, Din thought as he watched the acid spew from Kra'el's maw. Though the sight did make him curious as to what would happen if the dragonborn were to drink acid. Perhaps Kra'el was behind the small crime spree the year before wherein the perpetrators robbed several alchemist shops. He made a mental note of this as he reloaded the crossbow and fired again, this time at the goblin in blue.
Yeah, I think we all assumed you were having a stroke at first.
Sin sighed as Kra'el and Javos made a bit of a show, "Oh, for the love of–" he jumped slightly as Jathal's arrow flew by him. That's the idea! Din squeezed the trigger of his crossbow.
And cursed in infernal as his bolt missed horribly.
I only mentioned it because of being told that we had 1 round before they arrive.
There's something to be said about keeping those who lack the...artist’s touch when it comes to combat. Seeing Kra'el, Ingra, and Javos form up was quite impressive. ”I've never been a huge fan of getting hit, so I think I'll follow that elf over there.” Din hustled across the street and peered down his sights of the crossbow.
I'll get a post up in a bit. I'm at the gym.
Din cocked his head to one side as the drumming and the singing grew louder. Of all the days to be right–be proven right, why did it have to be today? He cast a glance at the others, ”Good news is they seem to only care about killing humans, Din forced a devilish grin. ”Bad news is I don't think goblins are too keen on differentiating humans from other, uh, non-goblinoids.” The Tiefling unslung the crossbow again and checked the bolt. He had never been a great shot but, luck was a thing right? No, luck is something people made up to cope with the fact that the gods are constantly pulling our strings.
I guess I should say that unless otherwise noted, the top of Din's tail hangs out over his shoulder. Think Doc Ock's tentacles in Spider-Man 2
Din accepted the potion from Kra’el. He unstopped the vial, sniffed it a couple of times, and downed it while watching the dragonborn carefully.
”S’okay, Day, there's a lot going on,” Din stepped around the goblin that had begged for mercy, [/b]”Like big, menacing dragon people swinging swords by my face to get at that last goblin.”[/b] He followed the others out and held his chin high as Ingra confirmed his suspicions. Or close enough anyway. ”One of these days people will start listening when I speak,” his Din’s tail swivelled bto look at him, ”You don't count. You already know half of what I'm going to say before I say it.” Din was regretting the selection of spells he had made for the day. He hadn't really planned on doing any fighting
I don't remember the last time I did one actually. And Dayana, you would me!
Din’s tail snapped in annoyance, ”I meant how we have a live one over here that could decide at any moment to add fuel to the fire.” He brandished his dagger at the goblin in the purple cap, hoping he and Cecilia would be enough of a threat to keep him still.
I hope it's ok I kinda took 2 turns since we're out of combat.
Din’s mouth went agape as Kra’el strode across the room and left the tavern. His jaw hit the floor when the human that had ordered more drinks did the same. His brow furrowed as he unslung the light crossbow at his back. Din pressed the tip of the bolt against the sleeping goblin’s chest and for a moment felt a pang of compassion. It lay there, drool pooling on the floor, and looked almost like an innocent babe. Din shrugged and squeezed the trigger.
As the body went limp, he reloaded the crossbow and hooked it back onto the sling as he stepped over the body to Cecilia. Din affected a swooning tone, ”One of you big, strong types wanna help dispose of some garbage?!”
Yeah! Us weirdos have to stick together!
One arrow took 1/2 his HP! It's not my fault Din's first instinct was to play the hero's part.
I swear Din's not a coward! He just didn't want to become a pin cushion.
Between the shuffling feet, Din locked eyes with the goblin Cecilia tripped. He pointed at Cecilia and mouthed, ”’Тұрмаңыз.’’ Goblin:
”Don't get up.” Din climbed to his feet, thankful no more arrows would be piercing his delicate hide and stifled a chuckle as Kra’el commanded the elf...elves...elfes?
He turned to the man behind the bar, ”Kegs to put out that fire before it takes this building and the ones next to it!”
Searing pain shot down Din’s arm as the arrow bit deep, distracting him from his momentary joy of quenching one of the flames. ”What did I ever do to you?!” he shouted at the purple-clad hob. Din did some quick mental calculations involving magic and its effect on sub zero temperatures. He took a step forward and shot a beam of cold air at the hob in purple.
Suddenly realizing his own proximity to that same hob who was still holding a bow, Din dropped prone next to the table.
Din had started to stretch a hand out to the woman near the now dazed goblin when a different part if the tavern caught fire. ”біз түсінеміз! Ол саған ұнайды afo!” He used the Infernal word for “fire.” An artistic choice, of course. If keg of ale was placed on bartop by barkeeper:
Lady Hawthorne attempting to slide across the bartop brought his attention to the barrel of ale the barkeep had set up. Din grinned and opened the tap, letting the ale flow down into the flames. If keg of ale was not placed on bartop by barkeeper:
Din grimaced and thought, Sometimes I really hate being so amazing.
He hustled through the flames, shooing the fire away to keep from catching fire. once on the other side he held a hand out to the woman, ”Time to go!”
Goblin: We understand! You like infernal:
fire
Hah! Made an effort to get into round 2 early. Suck it, losers!
Din held an arm out in front of the group next to him, ”менің артымда!”
Goblin:
”Behind me!” He blinked hard realizing his mistake, ”I meant, 'behind me!’” The Tiefling rushed forward, drew in a deep breath, and released an inaudible screech upon the green-clad goblin.
Hey! It seems like I'm on an opposite schedule!
Din was eyed the mug of ale set before him by “Mirtala.” Most poisoners liked to have some other hapless fool be the deliverer of the poisoned drink. At least, the ones bad at their job did. The skilled poisoners knew to how to use this common knowledge to get their victim to suspect the wrong person. He was just about to explain this to the people that he apparently, would be traveling to Overlook with, when the front door exploded. The end of Din’s tail turns to “look” at the bursting door before his head does, a reflex that had formed over years of doing it as a joke. ”They found me!” Din shouted before realizing what had burst through. ”These guys are not here for me. So why are they–” the thought was cut off as two of the other patrons are split open. ”Time to go, sir!” Din’s tail nodded in response and the Tiefling scrambled away from the table to the other side of the tavern.
Dinvirte waited patiently for everyone to o finish reading the he notice before he plucked it from the table with his tail. He nodded politely to his tail as the parchment dropped into his open hand. ”Thank you, good sir” he muttered to his own tail...which tipped itself slightly, reminiscent of a bow.
Din set the notice down and dragged over an empty chair from a nearby table. He leaned back in the chair and struggled to recall anything important about Overlook beyond the makeup of the general populace and instead elected to remain quiet for much of the discussion. You tend to learn what question to ask the longer you take to ask it. Din jumped a bit when Kra’el spoke, having lost himself in thought regarding the tanned elf's “Council of Elders.” ”Sure, we could all form some happyband of travelers but, I think everyone here is ignoring the possibility that this could all be a ruse. An elaborate plan to pull us away from the safety of Brindol and drop us right into the clutches of this 'Orc army,'" he did air quotes with one hand while his tail completed the pair. ”But why?” Din scratched at the small patch of hair on his chin,"....could be this Council….makes no sense….maybe the cobbler's guild…" His tail shook its “head,” ”I suppose the only way to find out the truth is to check it out in person,” he grinned, "So who's buying our celebratory drinks?!”
Oh boy, fast group! I saw the announcement before I went to bed and decided I'd check in when I got up. I was not expecting so many posts but I guess that's bound to happen with 9! I need to read through a few more PCs but, anyone that has spent some time at Ilya's they would probably be familiar with the Din. He's the Tiefling talking to anyone who will listen about the weird things that make no sense in the world so they must be some conspiracy.
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