Init:
Gargerath howls a battle cry and charges!
Attack:
Damage:
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Perception:
Gargerath stretches and rises with the sun, wasting no time with ablutions, but going straight to a series of stretching exercises with his spikestick. He works himself into a fury, a whirled dance of malice and violence, finally culminating in a full throated howl. "I am ready. Let us get there quick; sooner over the better."
Perception:
Gargerath finishes howling, and takes a moment to very visibly get himself under control. His fur softens and his demeanor changes to the surliness he exhibited before. "Bad idea to camp near the carcasses. Attracts all manner of scavengers. Best to move down the road a ways."
Gargerath howls his triumph at killing the ant and spins around, pivoting to use his momentum with his spikestick, a killer's dance. Attack:
Sure! I'll just take twice the rolled damage, if that's the case.
Feeling his newfound strength, Gargergath turns to the next Ant and attacks! Attack:
Gargerath laughs with a wild abandon as he dodges the ant's clumsy attacks. He sweeps his spikestick low at the ant, hoping to hit an unprotected joint. Attack:
Gargerath throws his head back and howls, a long joyous undulation that is accompanied by the whistle of this spikestick as he whirls it through the air. Init: Gargerath will charge the nearest ant!
Sense Motive:
Gargerath takes a moment during the march to ask the dracha a question. "Tell me of the dragons. Are they tyrants, as the Giants or something else? What is their business in the land?"
Gargerath purchases some meat and waybread, though the thought of bread is less appetizing than meat. He too retrieves his spikestick and seems unduly joyous to have the lethal weapon back in his possession.
Gargerath scowls. "I want my weapon back. Let us leave this den of smell and sweat and go now."
Gargerath snarls, an ugly sound. "Fine, I will swear your oath. My blood if I fail to fulfill your quest."
"Oaths? You want us to swear without knowing who you are or if we can trust you? You presume too much."
"I'm all for seeing the Giants brought low. Present company excepted."
"Fair enough. Let's move quickly lest we run into anymore fools in alleys."
Gargerath growls. "No point, there. He hasn't done anything illegal has he. Except carry a weapon, which is currently missing. Let him go." Turning to the sibeccai, "Get off with you. Tell your Talon to exercise better social skills."
Gargerath lets out an exasperated sigh. "You refuse to answer a simple question and insult me with a "reward?" I will have no more of this!" Gargerath wanders back over to the awakening Sibeccai and crouches next to him. "Speak to me of this Talon, brother."
"I asked a question! I am not used to being defied. Pray I am not disappointed again. What. Is. The. Debt." Gargerath snarls and grinds his teeth as he says this.
Gargerath sighs. Stupid human. "How much is this debt?"
"Fine. Then ask your questions and let him go." Gargerath moves over to the woman. "Who is the Talon and why do you owe your life to them?"
Gargerath growls in a low voice. "Be polite to the fallen one. Villain or not, he's one of mine. I won't take kindly to unnecessary violence toward him."
Gargerath will attempt to grab the Sibbecai who is holding the woman. CMB:
Gargerath will dive for the woman, attempting to wrest her from the grasp of the Sibeccai2. What should I roll for that?
Gargerath has a 10 for initiative. Growling deep in his throat, he'll move forward, then tumble past the swordsman to get behind and beside the woman. "Fools! Talon or not, your carelessness by being noticed is your foolishness. Leave the woman and go. If she truly owes you her life, then you may collect another day. If you are villains, then you deserve the beating you are about to receive." Acrobatics:
Knowledge:
"You kidnap like common thugs? Have you no pride? Have you fallen so far from our sacred roots as to become mere brigands?"
Feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline, Gargerath will step into the alley near the first door on the left, peering aroung the crate to see what's up. A low growl erupts from his throat as he ponders his next move.
Perception:
Gargerath can't help but smile as he pulls the giant to his feet. "You're something, aren't you?" Saying that, he'll unsling his spikestick and move into the alley, keeping his eyes and ears open.
Perception: "I could get used to this traveling with dragons; no one pays us any mind at all. Wait. Did you hear that? Sounds like violence, through there." He points toward the alley way.
Perception
"Let's get moving then, all this sitting and talking is making my haunches sore and my head tired."
Gargerath shakes his head. "No, club, like in a place to drink, eat and talk. No beating." Turning back to the table he bares his teeth in a distinctly unpleasant manner at anyone who looks like they might insult or berate the giant.
Gargerath looks the dragon man up and down. "I hate giants; men and dragons don't interest me much. Well, except for that giant," points at the sleeping giant in the garden, "he's alright. Not like the stuck up buggers who rule this rock. They can sniff my tail. And you? You got a problem with sibbecai?"
Gargerath wakes quickly and stretches, his mouth opening to reveal canine teeth. His shoulders crack as he gets up and he mumbles to himself as he heads over toward the smell of breakfast. "Hmm. Dragon and giant and men, oh my." He digs into the food and eats noisily.
"Hmph. Dragons. Wake me in the morning." Gargerath looks about, rolls over and goes back to sleep.
"He loves nature. Probably roll around in the grass all night. Me, I like baths." Gargerath finishes the last of his ale with a sigh. "So, this council looking for any sort of aid?"
Gargerath barks a short laugh. "Can't keep him inside if you try. Smells like flowers, though. Damned if I know why." He shrugs and accepts the blankets. "We're just looking for some coin. Maybe work. You?"
Gargerath spares a quick hand to his coin pouch. "I'll take the floor and the fireplace. And the food. Why's it so... quaint here? Seems strange. Gardens. No beer. Strange."
Gargerath growls, deep in his throat. By now he's realized that dragging the giant away from anything green or leafy is a battle, and the inn does look appealing, especially after long nights lying along roads and in fields. And the prospect of a bath is appealing. "I'll get a drink and join you presently," With this the sibbecai heads into the alehouse and orders three mugs of the house ale. He pays and heads back to the inn, placing all three mugs down in front of himself. The first he drinks in one long pull. The second he downs in two gulps. The third he sips, clearly enjoying it like a fine wine.
"C'mon, let's seek some drink in the bar. Seems to be the best feature of this town, anyway."
Nope, just waiting for the explosion. Explosions are always fun.
The Game Thread is Up! Thundercats, Ho!
Gargerath snarls at the guards at the gate and reluctantly gives up his weapons. "Guard them well. I value them more than I value your lives." Turning to his Giant companion, he says in a low tone, "I don't see how this town is any different from the others. Same faces, same smell. Let us find a warm place to drink ale and forget we were ever here, eh?"
Added a more flavorful backstory into my profile, along with the story of the giant and the sibbecai.
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