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I'm ALIVE! and I'm glad you're all doing ok too, especially those near Sandy! Be safe. This is the first time I've logged in since my last post. I'm not out of the work-woods yet, but I'm about 3/4 of the way there. Things have eased up slightly though and so I wanted to pop my head in and let you all know the scoop. Have no fear of me disappearing - long term. I appreciate the patience and I will press on as soon as I can. Yay for gainful employment!
Ugly work week and the next is looking only minutely better. FYI and apologies. I'll post as soon as I can. Just gotta get past this hellish time of year! bot me as needed.
Firbell just chuckles at the exchange, not feeling overly concerned. He waits for the kings decision.
Firbell shrugs, "It seems neither is a bad choice as we are in the dark either way. I sure would like to see the ocean." He gives a little nod toward Belvica, throwing in his lot with his friend.
Apologies. uber busy weekend, I'll get some breathing room back monday
Firbell gulps and almost doesn't speak up, but his King did ask it of him, "I believe we," and he indicates his other companions, "are a good possibility for a scout team. Do we have any idea of what should be looked for at these locations? Or why these attacks have happened where they did?"
Firbell tilts his head closer to Belvica's,
Belvica:
"I'd rather be in my cave, but I get your point. Something magic and bad is happening, that's mostly what I understand" Raising his head again, "Sire, not that I'm unwilling to try, but how can we fight such a powerful magic-user? One who can summon armies from the air and teleport earth and stone over great distances... what can be done?"
"What is it, oh kingly King?" Firbell asks with concern in his voice.
Firbell sticks near the King, looking around the previously orc-filled battle grounds.
In response to Morgs last reply, Firbell just gulps and reaches absently down to place his hand on Gidma's head, unconsciously seeking that companionship in the face of the grisly, but possibly necessary, suggestion.
Firbell looks over, an incredulous look on his face, "What are you suggesting exactly, 'disrupt its leadership'? You mean assassinate someone?" The druid looks around at the others, seeking confirmation.
Firbell acknowledges the Paladin, and gestures towards his wolverine while they hustle along after Belvica.
Once they near the sounds of battle, Firbell is awed by the scale of the conflict. "What can we do?" he whispers to no one in particular.
Firbell nods his agreement and looks expectantly at his King. He stows his bloodied scimitar after hurriedly wiping it a relatively clean spot on one of the orcs, and pulls his sling. "Caution Gidma, stay wary." he says to his animal companion, who gives him a dull look before turning and facing forward. Adjusting his shield onto his off-hand, he signals their readiness to proceed.
Firbell waits for someone in charge to make a decision, "Whatever we do, let us do it quickly! We're doing no one any good right here."
Firbell stares, incredulous, as the last orc falls. He raises his hands, one still holding the scimitar, before his face and examines his hands, speckled with more than a little orc blood, as if seeing them for the first time. He see's a happy Gidma, contentedly licking blood from her jaws and claws. After a moment the stunned druid looks around, taking stock of their situation.
Firbell can't help a grisly smile from creeping onto his face as they seem to be overwhelming the orcs. The druid shifts 5' to try and achieve flanking against the Orc he's currently facing and tries a slash at the ugly brutes stomach.
Gidma continues her attack at the monsters ankles, teeth flashing in.
Firbell tries to charge with the others, caught up in the moment. He rips his scimitar from it's sheath as he closes in on the nearest orc.
Gidma charges after him, teeth and claws bared.
Firbell and Gidma both ready themselves for when the orcs enter the room.
Firbell watches in stunned fascination at the havoc he and Morg wrecked upon the nasty Orcs. "Gidma, here." is all he manages to get out as he watches the orcs get searched.
Firbell recoils slightly at the sight of the filthy orcs, but then see's the others excitement and bolsters himself.
Firbell responds to the authoritative voice of his King and the Paladin, shield raised high. He tries to move closer to the others to form a sturdy barrier above their heads to guard from falling stone.
Firbell is panting as they reach the hall, Gidma's long tongue likewise lolling out the side of her mouth. He spares a quick glance at their surroundings.
Firbell exchanges a panicked look with Gidma, "Oh no, stay near me girl!" he commands his wolverine. Hearing the others shouting he scrambles to his pack, ripping his shield free and holding it high. Rushing with the other to the kings side, he looks for any extra loose areas of the ceiling, readying his entangle spell to try and shore up the massive stone.
Firbell let himself doze off, feeling flushed and excited about his breakthrough with the animals earlier. Gidma was still up, gazing steadily at him. He grinned and grabbed playfully at her head, and she nipped at his fingers, careful not to draw blood. "Don't worry Gidma, you'll always be the gal for me!" Gidma let her tongue loll out for a moment, and then laid her head down, apparently satisfied. His thoughts were thick with the hunt and Belvica's way with their new beastly friends. We should think of a name for them Firbell thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
Firbell has an epiphany of sorts, and shares this exciting discovery with the others. "Mother-load! I just realized that I can understand these creatures! While I won't be able to speak with them forever, my comprehension of what they are saying to me isn't completely diminished!" The balding dwarf seems quite ecstatic about this discovery.
GM: sorry, I forgot you'd asked me once already. My bad!
Firbell shakes his head, "In less than half a minute I'll lose the ability to talk to them." and to the beasts, "Well we are going to go hunting in these parts, is anything we can kill which would help your family?"
Firbells eyes widen as his spell works, never having tried it above ground before, "Only speak very quick. We won't hurt." He keeps his hands open and down at his sides. "This only lasts a minute." he says in quiet tones to the others.
Firbell gasps at the sight of the parent and quickly casts a spell with a murmured word. He then starts speaking to the beast, as if the animal would be able to understand him. "Please don't attack! We found your kids and will not harm them. We will leave if you want." Good think we missed them! he thinks to himself as he stares at the large animal.
Firbell nods, his lips still pressed tight, as he stays readied to defend himself should the creatures turn hostile.
"I have read about these creatures. They are a magical combinations of falcons and dire wolves. They were created by the humans who were looking for alternative mounts. I don't recall what they are called. These seem to be the young version of the beasts I read about."
Firbell pulls a sling out from a pouch at his waist as he walks closer to Belvica, quickly whirling it up to speed and readying to release it at the strange beaked beast. "I don't know what they are.. Gidma, Připravený!"
Well it's important to be consistent you see. :)
Firbell suddenly stops in his tracks, "Belvica, Morg, stop!" . Firbell points out a group of four legged creatures crouching in the grass between Belvica and the trees. Firbell pulls out his scimitar, ready to defend or retreat depending on what happens in the next few seconds.
Firbell scampers after her, Gidma trundling along at his side. "Maybe theres a cave we can explore!"
Firbell has become more and more accustomed to the wide open sky, and while he's not exactly comfortable, "I'll go with you!" He also would like to watch and possibly participate in sparring, and perhaps see if there's a competition for animal companions or 'trained animals' even though he doesn't truly consider Gidma his animal... he's just heard of such things before.
Firbell smiles hugely as he sees what Belvica brought in, "It's a feast!"
Firbell shrugs, but gives what he hopes is a welcoming smile to Morg, and mounts up as well. At some point during the day he leans to Belvica, careful to keep his voice down, "Someone who can survive that long among Drow must be quite the survivor... but it seems to have addled his brain a little too." During the day he often moves off with Gidma to looks for water, berries, game, and grubs to add to the nights meal. They do have rations, but it always helps to be prepared. Game turns out to be plentiful, and he fells a boar feeding next to a berry patch. He is forced to walk his animal back in order to bring in the heavy animal. He keeps his eyes and ears open during this time, trying to see dangers before danger finds them. He seems to have keener senses than normal and is sure to point out all the noises and interesting sights to the others.
Firbell stares dumbfounded, "We are all serving his Highness as his subjects, surely you can do the same? I don't have all the information the King is privy to, but I am sure we're doing something important!" He scratches his head, trying to see if he recalls the length of his Kings reign thus far.
Firbell shakes his head, "I feel like we're getting off on the wrong wet boot... lets try again. I'm Firbell, this wolverine is Gidma, Belvica, and Sturgiss. We're on a quest with our King. It sounds like you've been through quite a bit." Firbell waves his hand through the air as if searching for words, unsure where to take the conversation.
Firbell gets indignant, "Hey you should treat a King with more respect." He seems to realize what the dwarf said, "You've been enslaved for decades!? However did you survive?"
Firbell exchanges looks with Gidma, and then returns his looks back to the strange new dwarf in their midst, "Uhhh, what?"
Firbell blinks his eyes a few more times, and in his tiredness checks his boots. "No I don't... Wait a minute. What are you talking about? Your name can't possibly be piss-boy. Why are you in our camp?" Firbell looks over to confirm that Belvica is alive and in camp, and then waits for the response.
Hearing the commotion Firbell rolls over into a crouch, bleary eyed but trying to act alert. "What go where!" he shakes his head and tries again, "I mean, who goes there?" Gidma wakes as the druid stirs and moves next to him, sniffing the air in the newcomers direction.
Well yeah!
Shifty whiskers... can't trust em
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