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Frustration looks down to his blade and smiles. "Huh, I can only do that once per day, usually." Tentatively swinging the blade around and watching the swarming wasps circle, Frustration nods to Atae. "Your aid is welcome, Benefactor. I shall deliver pain to this foul beast-turned-man." GM Only: If you think it's reasonable for a fairly wise person to see an open hallway to the north and a door on the north side past the slime, then Frustration will stride twice to the door and open it with his third action. (If that door is already open, then Frustration will stride to the door directly adjacent to the main room near the green slime.
If you don't, then here goes nothing...!
Place Frustration where you think he should be!
Frustration looks to Aurika with a smile. "I knew I liked you, Benefactor." He states as the ring of steel being drawn into the open resounds across the Grand Hall. "Your pathetic God cannot even do that which he desires: to consume our land. He has to wait for our gods to allow him to clean up an empty plane of existence." Frustration starts firmly. Looking at Ahksiva with a chuckle, he continues "Your supposed god is a maid designed to clean up after us. He should know his place, as should his followers." Pointing the sword at the woman, he finishes "I will train you on his behalf since he has failed. I will teach you about the real God of freedom and destruction and your place in this world."
"Halt everyone! This foul ooze can engulf a man or woman and should be handled with care." Frustration says as he stays away from the offending porridge. "Can any of you deal with this type of issue?" he asks, realizing his forte is better suited to destruction. "Perhaps a careful movement of the slime or some form of neutralizing of its powers?"
Decapitating the first cultist and then spinning to slice open the chest of a second, Frustration has reached the pitch of battle and looks at the impassive visage of Reast, contemplating turning on the cultist leader. "It is not worth betraying my companion's trust." he states to no one. He will be taken care of by my blade shortly, anyways. He can lead us to a better battle, serving Gorum in all things. Flicking his blade and sending blood splattering across the room in an arc, Frustration puts his surprisingly clean blade away as the magic has kept the blood from sticking to the steel. "It was a good battle, but we proved superior."
Frustration finally grins. "Interlopers outside, huh? Perhaps it is time for me to draw my blade." "Destruction, heed my call. The flames of war shall burn tonight." he utters as he draws his greatsword. The blade shimmers in power as it is encased in grey flames.
Frustration glowers at Reast, his face a stoic statue. Keeping his hands crossed in front of him and his lips sealed, it is clear that he will choose not to answer Reast's questions, regardless of how it looks. Staying true to his statement to the group earlier, he remains silent to let the talkers talk.
Atae and Yako hurry after Frustration to try and keep the prideful Gorumite from challenging the entire congregation.
Frustration will survey the congregation and wonders who would support this madman. "Why are these people so enamored with doomsday..." he mutters as he tries to see any common threads.
"They are a cult of death and destruction of all living things. Perhaps they would welcome their own destruction and we are merely agents of Groetus in their minds." Frustration offers offhandedly. "If putting them to the blade will make them happy... well, who am I to argue?" "That being said, my Master has told me before that I am a hammer and a hammer only sees nails. If you wish to make your attempt at communication, then I will wait for your negotiations with madmen to fail before moving to the appropriate response. Teamwork, as would make the Society proud." he states calmly and without any hint of sarcasm.
Seeing that there is no danger, Frustration sheathes his sword and looks around, hands on hips, in frustration. "No basement, eh?" he asks to no one in particular. Turning to Rannarix and Mr. Snappers, he adds "Esteemed ones, you could wear that foul symbol upon your breast before we destroy it later. Perhaps you will be welcomed with open arms... Either way, let us purge the city of these murderers and be done with it!" Thinking on the issue a bit more, he asks sheepishly. "Do the esteemed ones know of this... Reast Mycer? Is that a person? A place? Maybe a foreign cuisine?" EDIT: Frustration will take a look at the odd symbol of Groetus and will see if he knows anything about the beast eating the eye of Aroden.
Having fallen into the feel of working with a group, Frustration leaves the talking to the halfling and the kitsune. They do seem to be better at it for some reason... Frustration, itching for something to do, centers himself as he finds a window overlooking the street and keeps his eyes open for any possible trouble. They attacked him once. Perhaps they will try once more... If Nogliss takes Aurika up on the healing: Frustration will bow deeply to Nogliss. "Any information you can provide will help us to expel this evil element from the city." he states before his hands are enveloped in holy light and he bathes the man in the healing power of Gorum.
"All of existence shall stand in Groetus's way. You have no power here!" Frustration proclaims to the priest as he hurries away with his watermelons. Hearing that someone has been attacked, the monk turns to the crowd. "Who is the Nogliss Maro and where can we find him? We shall not let these attacks continue!"
"I know of no such dishonor in any war that is brought to an equal. A sufficient wielder of the magicks of nature could fell me with a single berry, let alone an entire watermelon. You should never presume the weakness of another, Esteemed Ones." states Frustration calmly. He keeps his blade on the Grotean and states boldly for all, making an allowance for his compatriots' skills. "Engage in combat with us, wretch, either verbal or martial, so that we may demonstrate the truer path. A true duel to submission."
The Gorumite draws his greatsword as he pushes his way through the crowd and brandishes it at the Grotean follower. "Deliver yourself unto justice, wretch! We shall end your fear-mongering!" Establishing a proper stance, the Gorumite stands firm with his greatsword at the ready. "Let us determine the future, given the ways of war. Gorum versus Groetus!"
As the worshipper of Gorum listens, he nods at the insight provided by Yako Zenko. "Benefactor is wise. We should challenge this doomsayer. I shall draw my blade and challenge him to a duel for the knowledge we require." he adds as he sips serenely from his second bowl of stew, the first consumed rapidly as if to satiate a great hunger.
Taking in the briefing from the Venture-Captain, Frustration contemplates the next course of action. "Greetings Esteemed Venture-Captain, thank you for the mission. There shall inevitably be battle. It was wise for me to be recruited. Is there any information on the types of wounds suffered by the dead? Are we dealing with darts dipped in poison, the claws of a beast or the blades of a Revolutionary?" he asks, clearly interested in the test of strength to come later in the mission, once the pesky information stage has passed. As a bangle is handed to him with both paws(?), Frustration looks to the Kitsune and bows deeply. "Your offering is noted, Benefactor. I am deeply grateful for your concern." he states while continuing his bowed stance, indicating an even deeper level of respect. From the bowed position, he adds. "What does Benefactor's ornament do and do I need to do anything with it?" he says, looking perplexed as the Venture-Captain hands out similar bangles to all of the party members, including himself. He ties the pair of bangles at his waist as they thrum lightly with mystical power.
--- "Esteemed Patron, I shall have two bowls of your stew and a jug of water, if possible." he states plainly to the proprietor. "Additionally, we have come to deal with the murders in the area. Please provide us with any knowledge you may have on this situation and we will ensure that your section of town will be purged of this evil element." he follows up straightforwardly.
"Ah, the great staff of the glorious Monkey King. I have a brother who follows the teachings of Sun Wukong. He has yet to leave the mountain, but I shall offer my blessing in his place. Well met, Esteemed Ruyi Jingu Bang." states the monk serenely, having finished his pie. He cleans his hand thoroughly and bows in admiration at the scorpion.
"Greetings Learned Rannarix and ... Mister... Snappers?" Frustration offers to the newcomers who bear pastry. "I am Frustration of an Aeon, a wandering monk from a small monastery in the mountains." Frustration looks over the proffered pastry and shrugs, taking a small slice into a cupped hand and picking at it with his fingers, pulling a gelatinous berry into his mouth and savoring it slowly. "This is a good ration, Learned Rannarix. It seems adequate for the situation, but untenable for travel. You are right in having us consume it before the mission." "I am but a poor man who has no offerings to make in return, but I shall repay you on our travels. I can mend small wounds and forage for meager offerings of the wild." Frustration offers as he spreads his hands, one still cupping most of a slice of pie, demonstrating a complete lack of anything beyond his splint, greatsword and a sling, hanging from his waist.
A medium-height, broad-shouldered man enters the room with a certain confidence of ability. His muscles aside, he is a fairly unobtrusive man. Well-built, but not much to make him standout. A large sword is strapped to his back and his mis-mash of armor is not even slightly coordinated. "Greetings, future peers." he adds a bow after his greeting. Instead of finding a seat, he chooses to stand in contemplative silence after finishing his greetings with the rest of the adventuring party. |
