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The situation at hands brings a bit of sorrow through Gardsin. He runs a hand over his scarcely haired head as he took in the true sights around him. Gathering himself though and looking with a bit of pity at the fellows now pouring from the trap door, he returns to the cart grabbing out crates of food and beginning to ration it out to the poor souls.
Though was not great with the emotional comforting to the commoners he would give them as warm of a smile as his tusks allowed his lips to curl into
Gardsin Huffs partially in disapointment "Well Hurry up then.." He then takes leave of the building, first checking on Gerald and the cart before viewing nearby buildings for any sign of life (Mind you, not actually going into the buildings, more so just checking through windows, opening doors and glancing inside, etc.)
Gardsin would wait by the others watching as Malwyn attempts with his skills. The orcs weapons at the ready for anything that might choose to pop out. He only assumes the door is locked though... Gardsin keeps on his toes all the while keeping a good alertness to what was going on around him
Light mace:
Boarding Axe:
*EDIT*
Gardsin draws his bow nocking an arrow up as he scans as well. He calls out "Lem don't be stray'n to far." The Half- orc would venture ahead of the carts, though not further than 50 feet, and certainly keeping within eyesight of the rest of the party. "It's quiet..." Gardsin glances about taking in little tidbits of information about the towns buildings.
The half - orc does not ease back, still gripping tight to his weapons He watches the group of thugs, taking note of the gleaming armor. Maybe something was familiar about this armor in the area.
"ya mean no trouble? Then perhaps we'll take our box back then huh?"
Hmm.. Clearly din't work...' Gardsin readies his mace and axe, standing side by side with Krular, forming somewhat of a thick wall of male ahead of Ice Eyes.
Moving into the clearing Gardsin see's a battlefield splayed out in front of him, his eyes quickly scan about the surroundings taking in what he could of the area, as well as listening to nearby oddities.
Gardsin Continues looking on at the tracks pausing briefly to growl back at the barbarian "I don't see how we have much choice, lets jus watch eachotter's backs for now eh? This is something dear to the Halfling and it's our job to get it back for eem. I don't wanna risk loosing the trail.." Gardsin fumbles a bit in one of his pockets to snack on a piece of jerky as he trains his eyes back to the trail.
The jungle becomes more dense, the half orc struggles past some brush, turning he turns making sure Ice eyes is close by, pausing for the moment to look around, surely the fort is no longer in sight and it has grown dark due to the thick leaves above (of course no problem for someone with dark vision). Jungle sounds echo off the trees around, Gardsin rubs his skull for a moment and sighs.
Thought:
'gah.. If'n we turn back now ow' can a' hope ta find the trail again. Things could easily get outta hand if we continue trough dees retched greens.' Turning to the hunter girl "aye.. da tracks are gettin a bit... patchy" he growls clearly a bit aggravated. He surely knew some of the dangers in these lands having survived through it.. course.. there was still much he did not know of the jungles.
Gardsin puts his eyes back to work picking out hints here and there of brush thats broken and indented prints into soft ground he attempts to proceed further for the tracks
Thought:
'if I can pin where dis being might be staying... we can at least start from der if it seems something we can't quite handle..' Stopping of course if Ice Eyes would resist going further.
Gardsin scratches the back of his head making somewhat of a frowny face through his tusks.. Looking back at Gerald, who was busy scattering his belongings about, to the smoke billowing in the distance, then back to Ice eyes... "What ya say we ge' an idea o' how far in it goes" He says not really waiting for an answer back he starts moving towards the outskirts of town doing his best to search about for the tracks. - Gardsin glancing about first makes his way down the line of rushed tracks hoping it hasn't been to soiled yet. Gardsin seems to "rushing" over the tracks though - Upon exiting the city Gardsin takes a quick lookover the Refugee camp glancing about for any sign of red crate that he might want to check out, or really anything out of the ordinary.. which might be a lot... - Just before entering the jungle Gardsin scans along the edges looking for movement before continueing a little ways into the jungle.
- Taking another moment away from the tracks at the 100 foot mark as well as making sure he can still make out the fort through the foilage.
He laughs, taking the halflings words about the monkey as a joke rather than a story"a Red crate? Gardsin shrugged looking at the smallfry "don't sound too familyir ta' me. Spose a could elp ya look fer itthough. Missing asa this morning huh?"
Gardsin shrugs again before setting off to help the halfling "Might 'ave to ask de otters whens they get back"
Gardsin has a good fill, doesn't make much conversation and usually ends up answering with simple few worded sentences if asked questions. Back at the housing he takes to sleeping comfortable on the spot he picked on the floor propping his head up with a bag of items. In the morning of course he chooses to avoid the burning regardless of the choice of the rest of the party, instead heading to the edge of town and watching the refugees for a bit, and sticking around with Gerald helping him move things about and watching him work.
Gardsin attends the dinner thanking the dwarf for his invitation and not saying much else. He barely paid attention to the conversation at the table as his hunger renewed when the food was brought out. His nostrils flaring to the smell of well cooked meat. Dishing up without much concern for others he begins scarfing his food down. Not exactly the most pleasant way either, though at least his elbows aren't on the table and he's using utensils... most of the time. Pausing with a bit of food still in mouth "Simply lookin fer a bit a coin really" He explains the extremely short story for the reason of his current way of travel. Not seeing much reason to tell all about his full intentions. "Alflings Are Intrmsting" He adds chewing a chunk of meat.
The entire environment of this place had Gardsin feeling a bit uneasy. Surely Guards were watching the half-orc he was used to it.. but he still didn't like it. Keeping his hands close to his weapons of course he followed the group. Grumbling a bit when they were introduced to the humble abode. tossing his stuff to a corner, laying out his bedroll, he then steps outside, setting himself up next to the door to watch passersby. He converses with any who join him, though for the most part keeps as quiet as possible especially around guards.
"ye still 'ave da' corruption in ya though. You may beable ta keep yer word but that disease in ye might decide otherwise. I think it better that we keep yeh tied up fer now." Gardsin, eyes the corrupted man. He's never dealt with this type of thing before and its not something he wants to take risks with. We ready to be moving back on the road Gerald?
Gardsin looks uneasily at the being laying helpless as Jessop speaks to it. 'e's a lucky bugger thiss religious nut is around.. he'd a bin dead a while ago twer up to me..' Gardsin had his hand prepared against the hilt of his mace incase anything funny comes round again. "da mans surely deranged 'yond our help Jes, you really tink hill tell you much?"
Retrieving his items Gardsin scans the borders of the road for tens of feet before returning to the wagons. Though he still seems paranoid about the surroundings as he dabs a cloth against his wound, tending to his slightly battered Hide shirt. "I think we best be on Arre way 'fore anytin else shows up.. dem beasts made a bit quite the bit o' noise. We alls seem fine up an attem?" Gardsin stands up glancing over the beasts before dragging them away from the wagons and plopping them on the ground before giving them a stare for a bit.
Though Gardsin will do what he can to avoid conflict within the group, his own mind seems to pin the cause of this event to Jessop's choice of keeping the man
Reeling back, grasping the slight gash in his chest, Gardsin drops his bow, only to draw his light mace, twisting to strike back at the larger humanoid.
Trup&Malwyn: If I'm not mistaken, Gardsin is on the wagon with the downed man as well as jessop. Malwyn was ontop of the other wagon? correct me if I'm wrong, that would mean that Ice eyes and malwyn don't have to worry about 'casting defensively' or Aoo from C-L
Gardsin nod in response to Jessop, taking a bit of a breath and lifting his bow up aiming down the way of the arrow at one of the creatures (C3 assuming it hasn't been killed before he gets to it.)
His arrow zings through the air towards one of the misfigured howlers.
Second Round: Assuming anything is left
If creatures keep a distance of roughly 30 feet from him then he will continue using range {on the same C3, or on closest creature to the wagons. - if the creatures would be close to him he would leave the bow and take up the light mace, launching forward to strike one [use dice roll from above for fairness? -
Gardsin scrambles up by the sudden sounds, having just gotten his armor on he looks around, as well as trying to listen ( ) for any sign of movement "I knew ee'd only be trouble" Bow up and at ready scanning around, scowling a bit at jessop for just a moment he continues scanning. He wonders for a moment if maybe it'd be better for close range weapons with the dense foilage... at any rate he'll do his best to keep those monsters from getting the drop on him or the group. "Relax lass and keep yer wits bout ya.. Directed at Icy "twernt nothin but some dire wolves I'm sure..." To anyone that's spent a few years in the wilderness, it would be clear Gardsin was lying... his slight attempt at calming all to listen.
Trup explained to Gardsin (with basic intelligence check) that through some stories my character has heard through travels this is how its been said it starts. also with malwyn Knowledge check I believe there was a bit explained there. Other than that no i have no idea how it works and i don't think anyone but trup knows. Gardsin is going off of assumption and he doesn't want to be one to deal with chancing corruption.
Lem:
Gardsin holds no objection to Krular's action and would continue holding the man down to prevent squirming. he grumbles as Lem throws out his suggestions. "yes, yes we'll have to stay alert still o'course in case the beast decided to track us but dareasiest solution to me is to rid ourselves of this man, I agree with Krular, e ain't Arr problem." He stares down at the black eyes of the once man.. "I fer one won't lose sleep o'er this... If anyting we're doin this man a favor..."
Tieing the man up with the help of Jessop. "Luk I ain't the smartest here a' know that.. I think Mal's right.. Though I never seen this a'fore I'v heard stories that this is how it starts...
"What'evr gave off that howl is prolly followin the man.. I think we need to get rid of eem, Tie im up and leave im for the wolves I say, no point in makin our trip more of a struggle." "course even if it wasn't following the man, hopefully it'll be curious enough about im to stay off our backs.."
trup:
"Uh guys, we may 'ave a bit of a problem" Gardsin says struggling to hold the man down still. He calls out for anyone that's gotten a bit to far from the wagons Unsure of really what to do Gardsin makes a strike across the subjects face in hopes that he might be able to knock the estranged man out
Though he only does the above paragraph assuming Jessops diplomacy doesn't seem to do anything... - Edit
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