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Seems like what the crew needs is a devilishly handsome and charismatic young bard like Fletch :) He's an archer bard so secondary ranged damage, spellcasting and buffing. He needs total rebuilding for level 9 and his backstory will be changed but I'll take my time over that tomorrow. Are we looking at standard level 9 WBL when it comes to gear?
Fletcher's grin stretches wide across his face. He snaps his fingers, a wicked look in his eye, and suddenly the bar is filled with the deep, resonating sound of several dozen ancient Osirion. The sound comes out of no-where but then is suddenly everywhere. You can see several people in the bar, enjoying their sleepy mid-morning ale suddenly startled and sitting bolt upright, some even scrabbling for weapons.
The tribal chanting builds and builds along with the tension until Fletcher suddenly hops down off his stool and bursts into song; a rich and clear voice emanating from his throat: I can't stop this feeling
He shoots a pointing finger at the pale-skinned girl leaning on the bar, a wry smile on her face, head slightly shaking. Girl, you just don't realize
As he struts through the bar like a prancing peacock, Fletch snaps his fingers once again and this time the sound is accompanied by the sight of dozens of skeletal warriors on stage, all stamping up and down but each with over exaggerated features such as massive jaws or huge over-bearing foreheads. Each one chants as he stamps up and down. Undaunted though, the bard continues his song; When you hold me
He jumps on stage with the skeletons as he belts out the tune and as he marches up and down the line, one by one the skeletons collapse jaws flopping open and comedic 'X's over their eyes. Fletch sends a glance to the party playing cards and a wink to the ladies. By now, the rest of the bar are laughing and tapping their mugs on tables, giving ironic cheers as each skeleton falls and Fletcher boots the heads into the crowd that disappear into wisps of smoke as they sail through the air. I'm hooked on a feeling
Fletch brings the song to a close by drawing his blade and swiping it through the illusion of a final creature, a terrifying mummy with an elaborate head dress and old rotting bandages. It's head comes rolling off and bounces across the bar to the feet of the party.
Fletcher really doesn't know what to do. He can hear the goblins approaching from both sides and he realises he needs to do something to keep them back. He spins around and cast a quick spell, making it appear that the ground drops away into a deep, sheer pit lined with spikes.
Gohei, there's too many. We've got to join the others! Fletcher shouts as he moves back inside. [ooc]Taking a double move back toward Ellowin and Rishana Come on, Anisha! he grabs at the girls arm as he goes
Fletcher brings his song to an end and steps forward toward the Goblin. He draws his longsword as he switches the bow to his other hand and slashes down at the prone creature.
Fletcher's song continues to ring out, lifting the spirits of those around him.
You got the touch
When all hell's breakin' loose
You got the heart
You know that when things get too tough
He moves forward as he sings and seeing Ellowin isolated, he hatches a devious plan to keep the goblins away from her.
with a snap of his fingers as the song reaches a crescendo, the bridge outside the room suddenly drops away, replaced by a deep, dark pit, it's bottom filled with wicked looking spikes.
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Fletcher hears Gohei grunt in pain and a cackle of horrid laughter ring out from the North – they are slowly getting surrounded! We need some help here, this isn’t fun any more! He looks down at his bow and feels suddenly how small he is. But rather than let dismay get the better of his he suddenly thinks; I may be small, but I’ve got a hell of a big voice! He had never had the opportunity to perform in front of huge crowds, a bar here, a concern hall there but never had he filled a theatre like the ones in Magnimar, seats rising in a steep angle like an amphitheatre. But even so, with all his performances people loved his voice, people had been inspired by his voice and so with all the chaos breaking out around them, the small Halfling unleashes his big voice and sings: Come on guys we can do this...! 1...2...1,2,3,4 You got the touch!
After all is said and done
You got the moves, you know the streets
You're at your best when when the goin' gets rough
You got the touch!
Huh... Fletcher says with some disappointment. I thought I was on a roll then. Hey, Gohei why don't you and Rishana head in there and see if you can prove that goblin wrong? I'll back you up.
Sorry to gatecrash your party, guys. Once again Fletcher draws and fires quickly with that quickly growing signature of a heavy TWANG
Fletcher steps forward and opens the door.
Looks like there's more of them, I hope they don't start singing... Fletcher quickly moves through the building and covers the door with his bow.
Fletcher takes a hasty step back from the slobbering, deranged goblin. Whoah, back off ugly! he blurts out, as the small blade bites into his arm. He snataches an arrow from his quiver and looses it quickly.
Thanks, Dad.. he thinks as the arrow finds it's home in the goblin's chest. For years he was groomed to take over the family business. Shipping and lists, sails and lists, cargo and lists. It was mind-numbing. But the long days of fencing and archery his father forced him to endure at least were a distraction from it all. After all a gentleman entrepreneur should practice the gentlemanly sports. Now he was using those skills not to close deals but to save his neck!
Everyone uo here, there's another goblin probably getting his mates.
Fletcher scurries along the walkway toward the sleeping goblin. There's another one, he's headed into one of the buildings over there. he says, pointing to the west side of the village. Get up here, I'll take care of this one.
I'm not sure what youre saying, Yui. Fletcher says matter of factly as he climbs
Anisha looks impressed at Fletcher. You're pretty good with a bow aren't you? I try my best!Fletch replies with a wink. I'm going to take care of that last goblin. he sees the look on Anishas face. Oh don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to kill it, just make sure it can't bother us any more. he says, giving the young oracle a reassuring smile. Fletcher climbs the ladder and makes his way as close to the sleeping goblin as possible.
Seeing that between them Gohei and Yui have the injured goblin well in hand, and that it seems willing to talk, Fletcher dashes back to the courtyard beside Anisha. I think we're going to have a pretty big audience in a second, especially if we can't stop that one's screeching. Hey, quit your wailing, kid! He pulls his bow up quickly and fires an arrow at the Goblin on the walkway, intending it as a warning shot.
The bowstring makes the noise of an electric charge - KERRANG!! - as he imbues it with a portion of his own magical persona and then he watches the arrow slice through the air to bury itself in the forehead of the goblin. Fletcher spins around to Ellowin and Rishana: Tell me you saw that shot! he cries, a big, dumb grin on his face.
Perhaps you accidentally hit the 'x' beside new gameplay posts as that will prevent updates being displayed. That being said, welcome back and start slaying goblins :D
Thanks Anisha! I'm going after the one that's running. Fletcher dashes forward twenty feet, ducking under the walkway above and taking aim at the Goblin scaling the ladder. A low hum resonates through his bow string as he looses, giving the arrow a whistling quality as it lances through the air.
Yui..! FLetcher shouts as the small arrow pierces her arm. Wow, this isn't a game. These little monsters are going to kill us if we let them! Up until now Fletcher has seen the whole endeavour as a lark, a mini adventure he can use to write a few lyrics and maybe get enough coin to head home to Magnimar. But now he was in a fight, and one where things could go badly wrong too. He rushes up beside Yui and snaps his fingers in the direction of the goblin furthest to the right. A weird discordant sound suddenly bursts around the creature.
Fletcher watches on with amusement as Gohei and Yui ride into the village. He can only imagine the looks on the goblin’s faces as the huge warrior and the little blue girl trot proudly between the ramshackle buildings. That’s definitely one way to get an audience! He scuttles up to the broken gate with his bow ready, scanning for any charging little green men.
Oh man, and taken the reward..! Fletcher adds.
No doubt you are, but let's just have a little look from here. What's that building over there, it looks destroyed.
And I thought the swamp was bad already. Somehow these goblins have made it seem even worse. Fletcher muses.
Can anyone see any movement in there? That gate doesn't look right, it's been smashed already by the looks of it. Maybe that's our best way in, I'm going to struggle to climb over any walls
So the village is to the south east, that's right isn't it Walthus? Do you know how many goblins are there? I don't think I'm really qualified to give an opinion on this but it makes sense to me that we check it out before heading in there. But hey, even with fireworks, goblins are dumb enough to kill eachother! They'll be talking about this for months when we bring that chief's head back!
We've only been here a few hours, let's not be too hard on ourselves. Fletcher says, happily plumping up cushions on the one armchair and plonking himself down with a satisfied sigh. There's always tomorrow. He spends the rest of the evening joining in polite conversation with Walthus, scribbling a few absent-minded lyrics in his notebook and munching away on tea and cold meat form the warden's larder. He doesn't ask which type of meat it is, feeling safer in his ignorance. The next day he wakes bright and early as the first rays of light filter in through the shutters and stretches with a loud yawn. After a simple breakfast of porridge oats and weak wine, he gathers his gear and armor for the goblin hunt ahead.
Aye well I'm all for heading back to Walthus' place, this has been a slop with no reward. No wonder no one's ever found this Soggy River bugger. Still, there's always tomorrow! Fletcher says cheerfully.
I say track it. It might not come back for hours and I'd rather not be stuck out here overnight. At least if we follow it and strike out we can head back to Walthus' shack whilst there's still daylight.
Fletcher feels a sudden hot breath on his neck. He freezes instinctively, like a rabbit in the lamp light. Almost too afraid to turn his head he cranes his neck instead, eyes pushed to the corners, straining... straining to catch a glimpse of the Soggy River Monster that's about to take a bite out of the soft flesh of his throat.... Gohei's horse blows a big, we huff of air in the singer's face. Phew... what you been feeding this thing Gohei, rotten meat? He moves away from the horse and begins kicking softly at the pile of bones. Some of these look human. Or at least humanoid. He takes his bow from his back and nocks an arrow, suddenly wary that everything in the swamp wants to end his career before it's really begun.
Fletcher slops along through the swamp, lamenting his once clean armor. If it weren't for the others he would have walked straight passed the mound of logs - one pile of trash looks much the same as another. But those with more nature-sense quickly point out the door and pile of bones. Hmmm.... a big pile of bones. That's not creepy in the slightest. Still, is this actually the den of the legendary Soggy River Monster! I'm sure there's a song in there somewhere. he muses. Old man River... Down by the River... Creepy Monster Night Blues... That hole looks a bit cramped for one of you big folks. Uh... Yui.. that scouting mission you talked about....? he says, readying his bow. What do you think? Or shall I just shed some light in there? he says, casting the cantrip on a stone beside the path and flipping it up in the air with one hand before deftly catching it in the other.
Yeah I know what you mean Yui. I mean my armor is kinda new and it's already dirty. he says glumly. Man I don't know how you do it. he says to Rishana, Ellowin and Walthus. This swamp is full of mud and flies. And monsters. What's the appeal?
My eyes are pretty sharp but I don't know anything about swamps. Wouldn't Rishana be the best?
Fletcher watches the exchange from behind a mug of steaming tea, a pilfered lump of cheese in his other hand.
Dunno. Feed it to the snakes? Fletcher says, half jokingly. How come we don't see you about town Walthus?
Well seems sensible to spend the night here and set out with our guide. Fletcher says happily. Mind if I put the kettle on. he adds, already poking at the stove. So these goblins got their hands on some fireworks then? They do love to see stuff explode, no wonder they are excited. Do you think it's likely they got them from that ship? I'm no sailor but sounds like someone took a wrong turn somewhere.
Anisha, it's yours :)
Sounds good. By the way Fletcher isn't laying claim to that cloak. In fact I think it's better going to others
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Fletcher takes the cloak from the shaken warden, sizing it up with his eye. Thanks Walthus, this is really generous. We're actually in Sheriff Hemlocks employ. He's started up the Goblin Bounties on account of the recent troubles with them. He wants to make sure that a nuisance doesn't turn into a problem. We haven't met by the way, Fletcher Woodward. We actually came by to get some advice on the swamp and the goblins but I feel like we should be asking about that thing. I mean is that normal? Are there more of those things running around the swamp? He suddenly feels like he is being watched at the thought of it and though he sees no more faceless stalkers he is in no way comforted by Sengas amber eyes staring at him. Unblinking. Before she trots off to a corner to link at her foreleg.
Is that the real Walthus? Fletcher calls up the stairs after Ellowin and Gohei. Just what the hell is going on here?
Back up, let me through. Fletcher says, trying to squirm his way through the tangle of longshank limbs. Once he manages it he sees Anisha lying on the table, a big bruise already forming on the side of her head. Aside from the wound, she almost looks peaceful. He reaches up and strokes her hair gently whilst whistling a soft tune.
The bruise begins to fade and some colour comes back to her cheeks. She'll be fine. Fletcher says softly. Though I don't envy her the headache she'll have when she wakes up. At least I earn my hangovers. he adds with a laugh. He looks up at the others as he steps away. What? I said I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
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