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Hey! If it ain't the old rogue's rogue of roguishness! It's certainly still rockin' and Tareth's done a bang up job. Are you thinking about coming back? I'm sure the DM would be happy to have you. Hey thanks so much for the warm hello! I am not looking to rejoin, just reading along to see what shenanigans you guys have gotten into.
Glad to see this still rockin!
Tareth thanks for the offer! I didn't see this earlier as I was only reading the gameplay for entertainment. Tempted but I better sit this one out. Cheers.
Hey guys, how is the game going? My summer madness is finally winding down so I'll probably read the last 50 posts for entertainment.
Hey guys just want to let you know I haven't been MIA without communication, I have chatted with DM-T about my work situation. I might have to look for an exit strategy for Fin, which I guess I should have mentioned before treasure division took place but I wasn't entirely sure yet. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Fin snaps out of his revelry as he reallizes a single lady is giving him her attention. He looks her over. Not young, not old. A woman. The first to sit this close to him since before all this started. Even Zove never opened up to him this way, and she wasn't even human. "Pardon me ma'am. I don't know if I'm as much of a man as your husband was. I'm used to bluster and bravado before fights that end with broken noses rather than bloody throats. But I love freedom and I fought when I saw yours was being taken away..." He thanks her for the ale, and as he washes down a mouthful of brown bread and moldy cheese he feels the tremor in his hand finally steady. Maybe it was that last draught, or maybe it was the strength that comes from speaking the truth and laying oneself bare before a member of the opposite sex. "Would you care to go for a night walk?
Fin's mood darkens further when someone hands him his share of the spoils of war. "Thirty one gold! What a prize! I'd trade it back for a good night sleep without cold sweats and dreams of bloody murder! Honestly! What's this, a potion to make me strong? I've no use for it. I prefer to be quick. Give it to Trevor or Aterro. And as for the medicines let Vrindel hold them. He is a medicine man after all."
Finnigan has an unsettling grin plastered across his face as he drinks and flirts. He keeps turning over the knife Britta returned to him... using it to pick the dirt from under his nails. He watches the tremor in his hand, expecting it to abate after the third or fourth mug of ale. But no. The memories of bloodshed keep running through his mind and he can't steel his nerves. For all his bluster, he is used to barroom brawls where everyone walks away alive. This was something else altogether. "Blast that Aterro. What did he ask me? How many I killed? As if we were tallying up points from a game of darts. Honestly!" He murmurs to the maids in the bar uninteligibly, a maniacal intensity burning in his eye. His thoughts keep returning to the indentured townfolk toiling on the hill. One more ale, he thinks, one more, and I'll see if there's a dartboard in this place. If I can at least get a bolt to hit the board with this shaking hand I'll know I'm fit to face more reavers...
Hey guys sorry I have not been able to post. Quite amazing that you were able to win! I am reading right now and trying to contribute but I am falling badly behind in every area of my life and having lot of anxiety keeping up with my summer schedule.
Finnigan cringes when he sees Aterro performing the components of a spell. ”Mate, wait! What if he...”
Finnigan looks to see if any of the villagers are positioned behind Geonnar to bravely get the jump on him if Finnigan distracted him with a ruse.
Finnigan sees Zove working her magic on the reavers and figures it can't but help if he whittles them down a bit.
Finnigan see his friend Trevor sustaining an injury and points his crossbow at the assailant... then he curses and turns to aim instead at Ornfisk, thinking Zove a frailer creature than the young paladin of Khors. As his finger gently rubs the trigger he sees Ornfisk swept away by Aterro and snaps back to aim at the reaver facing Trevor, and lets his bolt fly.
Finnigan also looks around for a melee weapon to replace the dagger he slid to Britta.
Ok I'm caught up on reading. So Finnigan killed Bronar but took a few hits. Anyone know Fin's current HP, or should I calculate? Thanks for the help guys I was climbing scaff structures in a harness for the first time and really had to stay focused with minimal sleep for safety sake if nothing else. Edit: I only see this ten damage.
Sorry about that, the link is correct URL, not sure why it doesn't work. I entered the data into my profile page. Will clean up for easier reading later. I'm mostly sleeping in a sleeping back on the ground in the woods nearby the stage at night, grabbing wifi on coffee breaks when available. Really impossible to post, thanks for understanding guys.
How’s it going guys. Are you able to bot Finnigan? Sorry I can’t post. I have not even been able to read last 16 posts. There is not enough time on these gigs, just barely enough for sleep.
I have still not gone home.
I am reading along on my phone when I get WiFi
Thanks for the bot.
Hmm, we're down a few guys. I pretty much can't post either. At a big stage build on a ski resort, camping out in between shifts.
”No worries mate! I don’t need me knife to shag a few birds in a barn!”. Finnigan drops his dagger on the ground, steps on it and sends it in sliding motion to skitter over in reach of Britta. ”Nothing like a bit of the old in-out!” Then he snaps out his crossbow and fires point blank into Bronnars throat.
What I had really wanted to do was excuse myself to answer nature’s call and then shoot them from behind a tree leaving you in melleee! Now though, Fin wants to get a weapon to Britta I think.
Unfortunately I am in the same situation! Building a stage on a ski resort mountain, little reception and little time for sleep.
Crap this didn’t go the way I wanted. I wanted to stab them on the walk over, definitely not wait for them to turn on us first. Oh well no biggie.
"Oy Trev! You and your infatuation with ladies feet! But I don't believe you need to pick now mate. We've paid for the whole barn for the night save for three. It's Bronner and Mal who must choose three to return with them, we shall keep the rest here. For all we know, they make their selections on feet as well in which case you may have to say goodbye to her.." Finnigan assumes a little reverse psychology will keep Britta with them hopefully. Not only that, he didn't want to be burdened further with selecting three girls for misfortune.
Ok I'm back. Finnigan wants to stab bronnar and mal while vrindel and ibrox can see them if possible. Edit: looks like that ship sailed, woopsy.
Hey guys, I am frantically prepping for my IRL game sunday. It's for my neices, and I'm way behind on prep and long overdue to have a session for them. I will try to post but please bot me if I'm lagging behind. Finnigan wants to betray the dwarve escorts before they betray him and trev. I haven't read the last five posts yet, will do so later. cheers
"Well, Trev, let's treat our new friends with courtesy just like when I first met Vadik. Right bruv? You won't need boots for what comes next!" Finnigan tries to convey his distrust of the dwarves to his young friend.
”So it’s settled! All but three! I request that you give us leave of the barn and we shall send three out of our choosing to join you here. No harm shall come to any of the girl I just like to have my privacy.” Finnigan slides his pile of gold forward but keeps his hand covering the pile for now, looking expectantly for agreement.
”Say, Mal... Bronar, what do you lads think? What would it cost to have my way with the whole barn for the night? Rather than pick and choose I’d just pay for the lot and get cozy in the barn itself for the evening? What do you say there, Bronar? Mal? Pity about the two screamers upstairs though. They’re nothing but property after all though so I’d say the chief’s well within his rights, mate. Honestly.”
Guys, we have to do something about these natural one's!
“Activate!” Haha haha too good!
”Used up is alright with me mate! I like the way those two scream! If he’s through with them, send them and the ones from the barn! The more the merrier!”
Finnigan taps the dwarf whom had said he fancied a go with th pie girls upstairs. ”Oi there mate! You don’t suppose I could spend some of my winnings? I fancy some companionship meself!”
While playing cards, Finnigan slides Trevor a note. ”Mate,
Wow, who needs fantasy novels with these posts from Zove!
Finnigan upends his tankard of ale, and makes his way around the room excitedly. He is visibly exultant and admiring the musician and the game of luck alike, genuinely intrigued by both. When an opportune moment presents itself he whispers to Trevor, ”I won’t break my oath here tonight... but I never promised anything about that doctor or those taskmasters up on the hill...”
”Brilliant outcome, mate, honestly! Absolutely brilliant notion, I’ll drink to that!”. Finnigan can not contain his elation at the prospect of a drink. ”I’ll gladly pledge! Let any oathbreaker invite the curse of the serpent indeed!” Finnigan insinuates himself into the line at the bar in such a way that he intercepts a mug that had been intended for a dwarf. He does so with a smile and an air of eagerness to make merriment, so that he doesn’t appear to be suspicious of what he is being served.
Great amount of detail in the spoiler you left for me Targets, thanks for taking the time to write such excellent DM posts.
”Aye, mate. We should investigate. And if these reavers want to be the ones to claim the debt of blood for what happened to Vadik, we shall honor that.” Finnigan nods rhythmically, his frowning face a mask of stern resolve.
Finnigan attempts to size up the trollkin’s reaction to his earlier flirtation. He also studies the faces and body language of all the reavers to see if he can observe any reactions to his queries and comments regarding the visitors from Morgau. Mal had ignored his question but he wondered if in lieu of a direct response he or the chief might otherwise betray their feelings about the Blood Kingdoms in general and the doctor in particular.
Yup, I remember when you said that! I was attempting to express related concerns but in an IC fashion, I’m not sure whether or not that came across successfully :) Anyway, I’ve had a poke around in dndbeyond, I’ll be sure to get my profile leveled up in case Aterro swings his hammer! As for Finnigan he wants to kill reavers when their guard is down and their numbers are low!
Nice communication guys :) I believe in players playing their characters to the hilt, i wouldn’t have resented Aterro acting without OOC party consensus. I’ll tell you Fin’s position, it case I haven’t succeeded in making it known through gameplay posts. The moment he saw the slaves on the hill he wanted to start killing reavers... but he wanted to take out small groups of them at a time and hopefully without getting caught. Fin knows Vadik alone was a match for him one on one and he’s not interested at all in having the party fight the reavers when they outmatch us at least 3 to 1 . Whatever happens, I won’t be sore with anyone. It’s a game, and a story. I’m down for all kinds of zanyness.
”You see chief, you ought not have given Aterro permission to speak! Vrindel hasn’t finished training him! No matter. We all have one thing in common here, slaves and slavers alike. We all live and breathe! I’m not so sure that can be said of the other party currently paying you a visit.... Not that I am one to judge, but it strikes me as interesting that the village which fell to necrotic infestation had recently entertained similar emissaries from the blood kingdoms, if not the very same. Furthermore, the corruption which took the lives of Vadik and his entourage was of the same ilk. What does it mean? I’ll leave you to judge that for yourself mate!” Finnigan finishes by winking at the trollkin and blowing her a little kiss.
Hey folks tomorow i have a long work day doing something a little outside my norms so may not have ability to post, bot me if needed. Cheers!
Finnigan elbows Trevor in the ribs. ”Mate, I reckon she fancies you.... go on, show her a night she can’t forget, you’re our ticket out of this mess!” He speaks out of the side of his mouth, grinning and leering all the while.
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