His business done at the garrison for now, Fulko leaves after shining Ilya and Nicat an approving smile. The roads of Sandpoint were as peaceful as he'd known them to be, he nodded at whoever recognized him. He moved with a purpose towards the Rusty Dragon, recalling the conversation they had with Shalelu before he left...which caused an idea to appear before him, so now his long strides were even longer, as he took what few short cuts he knew to get the inn.
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"Anyone seen Shalelu?" Came the voice of the walking armory as the doors of the Rusty Dragon swung open.
A loud guffaw escaped Fulko as he slapped Ekan's back in a friendly if rough manner "No need for apologies, lets just focus on finding a cell for your friend here" The warrior whistled to get the guards attention "Lads, think you can find a place for this little monster? If ya make sure both it and our pickpocket are ready for when the sheriff arrives, I'll be sure to buy you something mouth watering from the Rusty Dragon"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
A knowing grin appeared on the warrior's face "Let me tell you something Ekan, a man in pain will say anything to get the pain to stop even if its a lie, but a frightened man? Much more truthful" He replied in an equally hushed tone "As long as I am not reaching for any of my friends here, then I am not out to hurt someone, does that make the picture clearer?" Continued Fulko as he motioned towards his various sheathed weaponry.
"Want me to demonstrate on this goblin?" A animalistic set of teeth flashed, as the tips of the bounty hunter's lips turned up
Fulko did not resist when Ilya took over his interrogation and left him with a friendly pat on the back, but did his best to measure his strength this time as he didn't want his fellow interrogator to appear easily taken physically.
"Ekan! I see you've found your way here, you got a prisoner as well?" Asked Fulko in good nature, as he looked particularly interesting on what the martial artist had in his arms.
Feeling a bit better, but if I stop posting for 24 hours in the next few days, please do not panic and DM PC me as needed.
Sorry guys I've got a cold, if I start feeling better I'll make posts, please DM PC me as you see fit.
Pacing around the cell like a wild animal, Fulko kept his eyes trained on the cowering prisoner, listening to every he uttered, taking in every movement and tremble as he attempted to tear away all the walls that stood between him and the truth.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
The unpredictable warrior smiled, a toothy, fearsome smile "Stealing and lying to a deputy" Another kick to the prison bars shook the cell, but this time Fulko kept his foot propped against the metal bars separating him from the whimpering liar "You are stupid and suicidal, my favorite kind!" And then Fulko was silent, seconds past and it almost seemed like a personal winter had dawned on him and frozen him in place...until the non-existent bonds that held him shattered, and he was suddenly inside, leaving a swinging cell door in his wake.
The pickpocket was held against the wall with one hand, his fear ridden expression was met by Fulko's beastly yet jovial mask "If you aren't Sczarni then you are certainly trying to impress them" He brought the man close, much closer than comfortable.
"If you do not talk...I'll come for you, not now, not today, but sometime when you least expect it, you can scream to them, tell them that I've threatened you, but who'll believe a pickpocket over a deputy?" Whispered the bounty hunter, his voice a mixture between wild seethe and a gravely, rough tone.
"You see I know how to do what I please and still survive this jungle, you? You have no idea what you're doing, you're a rabbit waiting to be gobbled up by one of the bigger monsters here, and you know? This may be the day. Do you want me to be that monster?" He continued in a low voice, meaning to keep others from hearing.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Hmmmm Ekan and Sylvia coming to the garrison with a bound goblin? I think your three groups just became two GM ;)
He's just getting started ;)
Fulko's wolfish grin widened when he saw the familiar gleam of steel in the man's hand "You hear that" He turned to the pickpocket "You're all mine" This time the muscled man's laugh sounded far more sinister, its echo slowly disappearing as he made his way to the garrison, his prisoner still held above the air.
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This happens if Nicat and Ilya have no issue with dragging the man to jail.
Upon finding an empty cell in the garrison, Fulko throws their prisoner in violently and locks the door "Now, what did I ask you?" Asked Fulko feigned forgetfulness and then in an instant planted his boots against the metal bars causing them to shake "Sczarni, are you with them?!" He asked again, but this time his voice was much louder.
"Fulko, bounty hunter, deputy and the man every mother in Sandpoint warns their daughter about" Fulko gave his captive another shake upon mentioning that he was a deputy.
"And don't worry about manners, our host thinks I don't have much of those either" Chuckled the warrior, clearly delighted by the conversation "But you know my fellow deputies..." He motions with a wave at Ilya and Nicat "And yourself bring up a very interesting point, what if someone tried to steal from you? And of course you answered no one has been stupid enough to try, and I think I know why, because your clever, unlike this idiot" Fulko's hand slithered past the man's shirt and onto his neck instead, but made no attempt to choke him "You see your smart enough to hire people to make sure that no one steals from you...or wouldn't be stupid enough to try it anyway" Fulko shifts his neck to the right and left, then shrugs his right shoulder "The sheriff is a clever man too, he hired me and other talented people to do the same thing, but for a town instead of a person, he knew that we were good, I'd say better than the two guys standing next to ya...you should really consider hiring better guards, too bad I am taken" A roar of joviality echoed in the area.
"As I've said you seem like a smart man, and as a smart man you would know that if you run a business you have to be sure that people know that you can deliver, and since the sheriff hired my services I plan to do just that, even if it means filling up the prison with every criminal I am lucky enough to find" A large tooth filled grin drew itself on Fulko's face, his eyes showing just a gleam of something wild and uncontrollable.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
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The animalistic expression that dominated Fulko's face was mostly directed to the horrified pickpocket, who was still kept aloft by Fulko's left hand as he turned his face to address the newcomer. His features morphing almost in an instant into his usual smile.
"You should see me when I drag them to jail" He replied as he shook his captive slightly "Not the most enjoyable of walks let me tell ya...well it isn't enjoyable for them anyway" A loud laugh echoed through the market place "I am glad that we agree that he's a lousy pickpocket....I don't think you've told me your name, but judging by the security around ya I'd say your someone I should get to know and quick" Another laugh roared through the market once more.
Diplomacy towards this new player on the scene to improve attitude: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Fulko begins looking around, studying the people about them, searching for anyone that did not have a normal reaction to seeing a thief get captured "Thanks for the information Nicat"
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Has Fulko heard of the Sczarni?
"Hah! If I had a gold piece for every bounty that said that to me" Fulko tightened his grip on the man, and gave him a hard stare to go along with his sinister grin "Ya see with me bounties usually end in three ways...severely beaten but alive, not alive and willing to give themselves up" He pulled the man in closer "Which one do you want to be?"
Before the man could answer, Fulko suddenly wraps both of his hands around the man's shirt and raises him above the ground "Are you with the Sczarni?" He whispered the question into the pickpockets ear, his tone sounding more like the seething of a wild beast.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Fulko swims through the crowds with ease, his eyes easily catching gaps, his girth surprisingly shifting through said gaps with little trouble, and as such his steady pace was un-slowed. The hand of a man who had been swinging weapons all his life fell roughly on the shoulder of pickpocket, and quickly clenched to insure he would not get away.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
"Stealing when I am a deputy? You're either dumb, suicidal or both" He said to the man, his face showed a smith that was anything but mirthful.
"Nicat, Ilya I found us a thief!"
This of course is assuming he doesn't break into a dash, if that happens Fulko will chase after him.
After placing both glass made objects in his hand back on the table, Fulko nodded to Nicat "Aye, wouldn't be a big surprise if they decided to ruin another party" The bounty hunter looked about himself, his eyes looking serious despite the calm expression on his face.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
"Ilya I remember working with a wizard once and he would always be able to sense if magical things were near us, can you do the same trick?" Asked Fulko, as he grabbed his ranseur and held it in his hand, he supposed he looked more like a guard now that he was holding a pole-arm "Nicat, can you go around and check on all the people holding stands here, I think it'd be better if a local lad asked them how things were going than if I did" Fulko began running his fingers through his stubble.
"I'll just walk around the perimeter of this little crowd and make sure no goblin sneaked in" With that the well armed man began walking about the crowd trying to catch sign of anything out of the ordinary and occasionally he looked to the crowds, merchants and anyone who was there, trying to see if anyone looked nervous or was acting in a shady manner.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
No problem GM, focus on your studies we'll be here when your ready and thanks for the heads up.
"I am the wrong person to ask about making good impressions" Said the warrior as he placed the glass crafted piece on the table and picked up another "Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I just walk around trying to make people angry, I just stick to being myself and if it annoyed anyone most people are willing to listen before they let their rage take over, like what happened with that Banny lad at the archery contest, of course that might have to do with me being a muscled man, carrying lots of sharp objects" Explained Fulko as he raised the second glass bauble to the sun, as if he was looking for something he had lost there.
"And don't ask me about love, I had almost, almost ended up with one woman and it ended with me hating horses" Fulko laughed as he picked up a third glass piece, not letting the second one down yet.
"Oh and I think you'd have to ask the sheriff for a promotion I am just a deputy same as you"
A muscled arm wrapped around Nicat's shoulders, and as he was pulled close he was also inevitably pulled upwards "Hah! I knew it!" Fulko let out a short laugh "But shirking your duties as deputies" He shook his head but the approving grin that was on his face was in clear conflict with that motion.
"Well lads, why don't we look around a bit more, bound to be something interesting here" The warrior approaches the glass figurines that Ilya lingered near. He grabbed one, raised it up and saw how the light entered and danced through it.
You know I could really get used to those post explosions.
"You know Ekan, with Nicat not here I feel its my duty to fill the void of his mischief" Leaving the martial artist with a smile, Fulko made his way to Sylvia and Zantus, doing his best to remain hidden within the crowds and stay away from the blond's line of sight.
"You mind following us to the barracks young lady? You've been accused of murder" He said in a very rough voice once he was behind Sylvia.
Fulko looks at the art pieces with pure enjoyment, his attention lasting on some pieces for a surprisingly long time, and on others it was fleeting to the degree that people didn't think he was looking but at the end it was clear that the painting were what interested him the most "Did a caravan of artists stop here without anyone informing us? First day on the job and already things go under our noses"
I was actually worried that Fulko might start to annoy you all.
"Wolves and badgers! The badgers were more frightening then the wolves!" He roared out one of his signature chortles "As I've said before its your choice lad, we'll continue our little run of the town" He stretched both of his arms backwards.
"Well lads where to next?" He asks with a jovial expression on his face after Nicat and Shayliss left them.
She's getting riled up, is it something about Banny? I am sure I heard people around the town talking about him and Kat.
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
"Well wouldn't him helping around the store get your father to like him more? And that would make your sister happy, right? I mean unless you know something about Banny we don't" Fulko focused on the girl once more, his face grinning but with a more serious stare.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
"Your decision to make lad" Said Fulko as he shrugged his shoulders "Don't see why you need a deputy to help with killing rats though, why not ask Banny? Could help him with his aiming" The bounty hunter chuckled at his own joke, as a sly grin appeared on his facade.
"Why just Nicat? When we could all go, end the matter in moments and continue on our way" Replied Fulko, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes focusing on the mannerisms and tone of the daughter of the store owner I wonder why she doesn't want her father to know He thought as his right hand moved to stroke his stubble.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
The warrior smiles approvingly at Nicat then without warning pulls him back by the collar to the rest of the group "Now, now its not that you can't borrow Nicat, you just have to understand our situation" Fulko motions his hand to the group as a whole.
"By taking Nicat you'd be ruining something great, something beyond great! You want to know why, right? Well I'll tell ya!" Fulko looks to Ekan and wraps his hand around his shoulders in a friendly manner "First we have Ekan, the serious, helpful and dependable man, you know the kind of man every mother wants for her daughter" He then lets go of Ekan and pats Ilya on the back in a rougher manner then intended "Then we've got Ilya, who's strange, bookish and surprisingly talkative, in other words he's the dream of every girl who's too shy and all too comfortable with a book in a library then the company of others!" The warrior points to himself with his thumb next "Then you've got me, Fulko the wild, untamed but surprisingly charming man who every mother in Sandpoint warns her daughter about, because they know a good number of them will find him irresistible" Finally he raises Nicat up by his collar like he was some long lost treasure who was just uncovered.
"Last but not least, we have Nicat the mischievous, playful and cheerful halfling who's charms cannot be resisted by even the frozen witches of irrisen" He then placed the halfling down and looked back to Shayliss "By taking him away your breaking an ensemble that could potentially woe most of the women in Sandpoint, and I can't have you do that" A mock serious expression crawled on Fulko's face, but then it disintegrated into a rather loud laugh.
"Well now that you understand, what's the problem?" He asked in a semi serious manner.
Fulko grabbed his gear and weapons and then walked back to Ameiko "I am off to do my duty" He gave a mock salute "Do I get a reward if I do a really good job?" He asked the innkeeper with his signature toothy grin.
Laughter was the first reaction Fulko gave to Ameiko and Nicat, before he got up and spread his arms in a mock copy of one the actors performances he saw last night "Ameiko, you've stabbed right through the heart with suspicion alone and that's no small feat let me tell you!" A smile broke through, but it seems that Fulko was determined to continue his 'performance' "How could any man forget the first woman to threaten to kick him between the legs?! Ever since then I knew you were the one!" The warrior quickly surrendered to the chortle that wanted to escape before he finished his speech as he finished by motioning towards the innkeeper with his muscled arms.
Then he walked closer to Ameiko, his wolfish grin all thats left of his laugh "But remember what I said 'Few things make a woman more beautiful than the blood of her enemies on her armor' how do you know that you don't have those few things already?" The grin evolved to a full blown toothy smile.
"Nothing beats the freedom of being your own boss Nicat, always remember that" Said Fulko, with a proud expression on his face.
GM_Shalelu Andosana wrote: "Belor asked you to patrol the streets of Sandpoint. It's not that big of a town--at least, not as big as I'd like it to be." She scratches her ear. "Odds are, your names will get around soon enough if you do your jobs well."
"Anyway... if you'll excuse me, I need to get myself cleaned up." Shalelu nods at her bloodstained, dirt-encrusted armour. "I'm rather surprised Mayor Deverin didn't immediately tell me to get changed." She says as she heads up the stairs of the Rusty Dragon.
"Few things make a woman more beautiful than the blood of her enemies on her armor" He raised his voice loud enough so that the elven ranger could hear him as she ascended the stairs of the inn.
Diplomacy so she doesn't take that compliment the wrong way: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 Well I've hopefully dodged an arrow between the eyes.
Fulko nods in approval of Nicat's suggestion and listens intently to the elven woman's detailed report of their future enemies "Hmmm looks like we won't be lacking in bounties to collect on, I bet the chiefs will have a pretty high price on their heads" A greedy smile crossed the warrior's face "By the end of this Sandpoint will be safe and will be rich, will you continue bounty hunting after you filled your pockets Nicat?" Asks Fulko as he looked to the halfling.
Green eyes focused on the unexplained exchange between the dwarf and the halfling, but Fulko had an idea of what Eostre was upset about "If this person is notorious enough he should have a bounty on his head" He said to her as he patted the axe by his side.
A wolfish grin materialized across Fulko's lips as he turned his attention towards the previously silent dwarf "whenever one of my targets end up dead, and if they happen to have a weapon that I want, I give that weapon the same name...I did it to get a good laugh at first, and it hasn't stopped being funny yet" Fulko drained the mug of the water it contained and then he placed on the table.
"Any places you want us to focus on guarding sheriff?"
"Bugbears are loners, they do work with goblins sometimes but not in big numbers" Answered Fulko before returning his attention to the conversation at hand "Cut your ears off? Hah, I'd like to see him do that after I rip off his arms and give his name to whatever weapon he wields" Fulko unleashed one of his loud laughs, then turned his attention to Shalelu "I can continue my career as guard till you and the sheriff come back, but I'll expect an increase in my pay before I return to being a bounty hunter sheriff" Continued Fulko, as he smiled to the sheriff.
"After we take care of Ripnugget, do you think you can show me where the other goblins live? We can split the bounty between us, and with more blades on your side you're bound to kill more of them" Suggested Fulko to the elven ranger, his voice in between joviality and seriousness.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Does Fulko know anything about that?
He didn't particularly enjoy seeing Eostre struck with fear, but he was surprised that she still held to that philosophy after going through something like that Sometimes fear makes you dig even deeper instead of forcing you to climb out He said to himself mentally, before returning his attention to Shalelu.
Knowledge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
"Aye, Nicat has the right of it" With his right hand on the table, suspiciously close to the food while the other was stroking his stubble "If they have Bugbears on their side then that makes them more of a threat than they were before" Fulko swipes another chicken leg and begins happily munching on it.
"Alright so if we are going to continue our guardsman career who's going to hunt down the goblins then? And lets not forget we still need to find out who's leading them and what are they up to; what happened at the graveyard made no sense, and I ain't planning to leave it at that" Too curious to let it go He added mentally before obliterating all the meat of the chicken leg, distributing the bone next to the one on his plate and reaching for his now filled mug of water.
A long and loud laugh rang through the tavern, as Fulko banged the table with his right hand causing the plates and mugs to shake in distress "Power needs to be used? And that is it?!" Another laugh resounded through the common room of the inn "Eostre if everyone thought the way you did, every country would be locked in a war with its neighbor, why? Because they have the power to do it" Fulko grabbed another boiled egg and flung it into his mouth.
"Sometimes the threat of using power is enough, power isn't infinite, you use your power today and you may not be rested to face the tougher challenges to come" Fulko turned his eyes towards the dwarven wizard "Now don't get me wrong I think these goblins are only good to fill my pouch with gold, but if that is your reason for wanting to kill'em, just hope that one day you won't fall under the mercy of someone who thinks the same way you do...and don't tell me that wouldn't happen because you'd be prepared, we all have times in our lives when we aren't" Fulko grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down in a few loud gulps.
"Learning about who's behind it all? You can count me in" Announced the black haired warrior "But I don't think trying to make peace with the gobbers or ignoring them is a good idea" Fulko reached for an unclaimed chicken leg, and took a massive bite from it, his eyes more focused and less jovial than before.
"Have I ever told you how I got this pole-arm?" He paused as he took another bite from the leg "It belonged to a raider that enjoyed nothing more than running people through with it, even when there was plunder around with no one fighting back he went after the people who ran...Well to make a long story short people got sick of him and hired myself and some other hunters to take care of him and we did.Ya see, Victor wasn't someone you could talk out of something, even when his partners ran he stayed so he could keep running people through" The bone fell from his hand and into his empty plate.
"Ya can't reason with everyone, and goblins don't look like the chatty type, so I am all for turning them against each other like Ilya said" A bit of grim tone colored Fulko's voice, echoing the barely hidden serious expression that was on his face.
"Something wrong Sylvia?" Asked Fulko after eating a whole boiled egg "Your appetite is just a strong as Nicat, but you're barely touching your food" He continued, giving his attention to the strangely silent Sylvia.
"Idiotic" Fulko begins counting on his right hand "Suicidal" His middle finger joins his pointing finger "Bastards...yes I'd say that covers a good number of the people I hunt down, small wonder I got into the goblin hunting business" Fulko laughs before listening to what else the ranger had to say.
"Breakfast would be great, and I find that am more ready for work after I've eaten"
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Fulko moves past his companions and stands before Shalelu, his hand extended and opened "I always wanted to meet the famed Shalelu Andosana" Said Fulko, his winning smile shining through, and his voice jovial "I hope we can work well together" His arms crossed in front of his chest as he gave her a studious glance.
"You see my friends and I are planning to start goblin hunting before word reaches other bounty hunters and the competition rises beyond reason...heh well Ameiko and the other inn owners would be happy, bounty hunters love inns" Fulko then turned his attention to the sheriff "How were things in Magnimar? Were you able to get enough guards so I can go back to doing what I do best?"
Diplomacy to improve Shalelu's attitude towards Fulko: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Ripped from his sweet slumber by an annoying knock but far from annoying voice of Ameiko, Fulko sat up, his eyes half closed, but then Ameiko's words replayed themselves in his head The sheriff...more guards...goblin hunt! With that thought Fulko sprang from his bed and quickly went about wearing his cloths, equipping his armor and hanging each of his weapons in its proper place; at either his belt or the slings on his back.
Once he opened the door, he saw the fleeing form of Nicat...missing part of his clothes I wonder what happened to him A laugh threatened to escape the warrior's lips but he stifled it as he made his way down the stairs with Nicat not far behind "Wouldn't say no to some tea myself" Announced Fulko as he searched the floor with his eyes for the sherif.
1d12 ⇒ 12
1d12 ⇒ 3
Obviously taking the first roll.
I am considering picking Intimidating Glare, thoughts?
Fulko ran his fingers through his stubble "I've seen some plays before, but nothing like this" Commented the warrior as he got up from his seat "The one who played the harpy queen was quite the looker" Fulko walked forward and looked about himself to make sure that no one suspicious was about them Hmmmm I could grow to like this, guarding noblemen, going to plays, bah...I'll probably stick to it for a week before I get the itch to travel again Thought the muscled man as he walked forward making sure to pick an easy path amongst the crowd for Aldern and Sylvia.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
I am sorry to hear that, you have my condolences.
The sounds of many conversations, footsteps and shifting chairs filled the air with a chaotic melody, but the crowd meant very little to Fulko as he easily found gaps and pushed past the living walls between them and their seats, his large form was decorated by the new clothes they've just acquired; his white shirt mostly covered by his armor and a jacket with furs at the hems, black leather gloves on his hands and new grey colored boots.
"Not long before we reach the front, so any change of plans better be made now" He said the man he was guarding tonight.
"I say get a mix of both Nicat, you want the people to take you seriously as a deputy, but don't let them forget your bounty hunter roots" He gives a grin to the halfling before getting up from his stool and shadowing Aldern "Don't worry I'll keep ya safe Foxglove" He gives the noble a reassuring slap on the shoulder.
"I'd be a fool to refuse a new set of clothes, but my armor and weapons stay, it would be hard to do my job without my tools" He turned to the noble an appreciative tone rolling with his words.
"Well we still have sometime before the play, any suggestions as what we should do before then?" Asked Fulko, clearly amused by the back and forth between the dwarf and halfling.
"Hah, relax Eostre, its a joke...not the best of jokes, now that I think about it" Fulko scratched his chin as a feigned focused expression came on his face, but soon enough his usual smirk broke through the poor act he put up "Wouldn't hurt to get to know the guards at the gates of the town, we should tell them to give us a warning if they see anything suspicious" A more serious tone took over Fulko's voice, as a more or less honest stern look came on his face.
"Well besides Aldern coming in here and inviting Sylvia to a play and hiring me as his bodyguard, nothing else happened" Fulko rolled his left shoulder backwards "I'd say the Rusty Dragon has been peaceful ever since Ameiko slayed a dragon, turned its corpse into iron and hung him over her inn as a warning"
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