"Grrr."
Dovan looks desperate--like a hunted animal.
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Suddenly, in half the time any of you would have thought Dovan is staring eye to eye, nose to nose with Zokon. His knife is out and he looks like he's a hair away from using it. dice:
"And why in the Nine Hells would anyone trust any Wilscums like you? We only just met the four of you Dirty Jennies sneaking in before first light, and none of you have even given us so much as a handle--probably all mangy rat cultists. Doesn't matter. More jobbers the better. Hells, you could be straw men.... Jeb, get these, mangy, flee-bitten, water rats outta here before I make one of them a straw man. You got anything more to say bowman? Cause I'm right here listening."
"Die, you bandits, for what you did to my friends!" *TWANG*
Dovan seems to be looking at Celyne when Zokon tries to pass his message to Alia. "Well it's light enough. Jeb, take Planchet, and this lot to the fort."
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"Well you certainly look sturdy enough." Dovan says to the gigantic Scarlet. He doesn't say anything to Zokon and barely looks up. All eyes turn to Celyne.
"Nice. We could use a new wizard. All the ones we get are either crazy, or-- scary.... And you?" He asks each other person in turn.
Dovan eyes Zokon and Numalar. dice:
He cuts off Jeb with a wave of his hand. "Maybe we hear about what you have to offer us first...." At this point it doesn't take much to see that Dovan is angry.
Dovan, his arms crossed, continues to stare at the party members as if to say 'You don't want me to repeat myself.' dice:
"Oh, our dread Stag Lord dreams big." Dovan smiles. It's not a comforting expression. The other bandits look hesitant to add more. "So, you are? Oh and maybe tell your friend up there to come down so we can talk, and I don't have to repeat myself."
Dovan glowers murderously at Norry for a moment, and then quickly turns smug again. "A temporary state of being. Soon, I'll be Lord Magister of that little trade post Northeast of here. For now though we are gathering our strength. Soon we'll be the masters of Brevoy's southernly border, from the Tors of Levines to Pitax!"
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"We're recruiters, for the army. We follow the Stag Lord." He shows off a bit silver on a string worked into a crude stag's head if stag's heads were made of driftwood. It looks like it was crafted by the same hand that fashioned Kressel's. It is obvious by the way the man holds it that it is a badge of rank. "I'm Dovan, from Nisroch" knowledge (local) DC 15: By the man's accent you would swear he was from one of the bigger towns in Ustalav--maybe even the city of Caliphas itself.
The slippery man's face twists with fear and hate for a moment at Zokon's and Numalar's appearance. He recovers quickly though, and twirls his blade up, and away from Scarlet's neck. He steps away from her to face the new arrivals and put his back to his men. "No harm meant. It's just in these parts you can't be too careful."
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Scarlet finds herself out in the open facing four astonished men (well three, and a boy). Then as quick, and as silent as a snake, a man slides out from the foliage and places a dirk to her throat. He has a tattoo around one eye that mimics mascara running from a single tear down his cheek, and another dark patch that bisects his bottom lip. "Well, well, look what we have here?" His voice, slightly accented, sounds like a cross between a mocking cat's and a cold-blooded viper's. "Come for breakfast have we? Heh heh."
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