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I've taken a job 17 hours from my current place of residence, and need to trim some games so that I can move and get settled in (and sell our house, wrap up at my current one, etc.). Unfortunately, I'm going to have to drop this one. I've enjoyed gaming with you all, and appreciate all the work SR has put into this game. Please mark me inactive. It has been a pleasure.
Gavin rubs his chin, watching the worg bound down the hallway and out of sight. "I'm not sure that was the best idea. Shall we get out of here ourselves, then?"
+1 fort, +1 ref
^ Woot! That's much more agreeable!
Gavin nods as he stoops to pick up his pack. "Yes. We'll let the Lady see it all and then whatever isn't hers, we'll split. But, we should get on the trail of Vanthus as soon as possible." Sighing, Gavin lifts the pack and throws it over his shoulder. It would be a long trip back to Vanderboren manor...
Probably bardy for the group, but Bedu would benefit more from rogue. Go with what you want to play first and foremost!
Aw crap. That's not good for a front liner :)
Yay a level! This week has been pretty hectic. I'll get Gavin leveled up tomorrow evening. I'm down with returning to Lavinia and then setting out immediately to trap Vanthus. As SR says, the window is small.
Monday's good for me. Cheers!
Good luck with the move, SR. Where in the US will you be?
Gavin laughs as Erick goes through his exaggerated back and forth staring, and again as Bedu calls the gruff man "Erica." "Aye, I think the Barber is OK, if a little famished." Taking his copper cup and after a quick supplication, filling it with a raspberry ale, sweet with an underlying tartness, thank the Lucky Drunk for his charity, Gavin clinks Tessa's flask. "Here, here! To a job well done!"
Gavin smiles, his first genuine smile in what seems like days. "We're heavily armed and armored, covered in blood, and smell like a tavern's alleyway. I think we'll be fine."
Yeah, Gavin's generally a pretty good natured guy, but that ends the moment you burn down his family business and then drop him in an island cave and leave him and his friends to starve to death in the dark. That kind of thing leaves an impression.
Gavin scowls. "I'm sure he had a hand in the arson of my parents' tavern. He deserves everything that's coming to him, and he'll get more when his soul passes onto judgement." Tracing his fingers along the door, Gavin turns to Bedu. "Think you can open this?"
No what happened is that I overestimated my cellphone and the hotel internet connection but ... new American girlfriend came to visit Italy Congrats, SR!
When Rowyn's creature rises again, something in Gavin breaks. The young man pushes past Tessa to the other side of the zombie, and brings his flail around towards the creature's head screaming in rage. "තේ ලව්ස් ඔෆ් නටුරේ මුස්ට් බේ රෙස්පෙච්ටෙඩ්!"
Stepping forward, Gavin grabs a javelin from his pack and throws it at the creature by Tessa. "යන්න!"
Hehehe, good stuff, Bedu. Gavin's going to hold off until the others act. Of course, if he could talk in combat, he'd tell you why :/
Gavin stands against the wall, just out of sight, ready to spring into action as the opportunity presents itself. The reluctant priest has nothing to say to this woman. She was involved with, and perhaps even responsible for, Gavin's family tavern burning down. Her fate would be the same as the rest, once Bedu wrangled what information he could from her.
Thanks, SR. I'm going to be out of the country from 2/26 - 3/10 and won't be able to post during that time frame. Please bot Gavin as needed.
Moving behind the others, Gavin utters a quick prayer, and then whispers to Erick. [smaller]"Good, shoot the woman at first sight. I'll mop up."
"Next time I'll drop the torch in the right spot." Moving into the next room, Gavin grabs the door and swings it open, other hand clutching his flail...
Gavin draws his flail back and swings again, ignoring the flames springing up from Erick's sword, determined to end this zombie's undead existence before it kills one of them. Shouting incoherently as his flail smacks again into the creature, Gavin smiles at Tessa. "चिन्ता नगर्नुहोस्!"
Cursing - or babbling, to anyone that doesn't understand Celestial - Gavin swings his flail at the creature, hoping he can separate the thing's head from its shoulders before any harm is done.
Stepping across from Tessa, Gavin holds his flail aloft. "Ready."
Best of luck to your wife and yourself, mdt.
"Sunken ships... interesting. Why have we heard nothing of this?" Gavin claps his little friend on the shoulder, smiling. "Indeed, Bedu - good thinking! They may have all this information somewhere else... but they may not. We could throw their operation into disarray if this map disappears. Of course, we probably shouldn't keep it at Vanderboren manor. Since they don't know of you, Ismaire, perhaps you know a good place to hide the map?" Shrugging, Gavin picks up his flail and rests it on his shoulder. "Regardless, let's clear this hideout and come back for it. No need to be dragging around a giant map if there's more to fight."
Gavin rubs his chin, staring at the map, his face flushing red with anger when he sees his parents' tavern flagged with gold. "So, my parents' tavern was burned down, but the Vanderboren estate still stands... Islaren was murdered, hence I suppose the red flag... The Kellani's are blue. Blue probably means, ally, if what we suspect is true... So, some of the watch garrisons are also allied with the Dragons. Still don't understand what the gold flag signifies..." "And what does this 'holed' mean, in regards to the ships?" Sighing, Gavin pulls the list of names from the box, before passing it to the nearest person. "It also seems that Vanthus is merely a lieutenant. He's taking orders from someone else. At least we're causing them some irritation!"
"Gah!" Gavin swings his flail at the Rhagodessa, much like one would swat at a large bug that is buzzing uncomfortably near.
Of course, such a panicked approach has little chance of inflicting any real harm.
Gavin looks back at Bedu. "That would be nice, Bedu. Pig or something to poke? Let's find out." Twisting the handle on the door, Gavin swings it open...
Gavin holds his finger up to his mouth, and then slowly, and as quietly as possible, makes his way back into the training hall. "Chain being drug across the floor in there. Animal perhaps?" Then he makes his way back into the hall and opens the door, unless one of his companions has a better idea...
Taking his copper cup, Gavin makes a quick blessing to Cayden Cailean, and passes the cup around, now filled with an amber ale. "Wine no, but if you've got a thirst for something more potent than water, all you have to do is ask. A little liquid courage before we see if that door contains our lady of the Lotus?"
Nodding, Gavin makes his way towards the door at the far end. "Agreed. It can wait until we're out of here. Shall we see what's beyond this door?"
Gavin smiles. Despite his gruff demeanor, the knight really did have a kind heart. From the orphans, to offering the kobold a job, to letting Bedu save a little face, Erick was letting the facade slip a bit. Then Gavin remembered the imminent task at hand. Raising his flail, he prepared to charge into the room and swing at the first woman he saw...
Gavin stands, puzzled, as Erick shoves the unconscious thug into the broom closet. "I, uh, yeah. It is perfect." Pausing for a moment to cast a quick cure on himself, Gavin runs his fingers absently through his hair, before making his way into the training room. "Bedu... maybe use your keen eyes here, see if the lady has anything trapped..."
Gavin steps towards the door to the east. "It would be best to visit the lady while we're here. It would be a shame to travel all this way and miss the chance to pay our respects. Thank you, er, Churtle. As Erick said, you're free to go." Gavin stops outside a door and places his ear to it, listening intently for signs of anything moving beyond it.
Gavin sheaths his flail as the thug in front of him just drops. Touching his wounds with one hand and his copper cup with the other, d'Bourgemont offers a quick prayer to Cayden while Erick talks with the kobold. "Rowyn... Rowyn... Could be Rowyn Kellani. Her family, ah, has been rumored to have a past in piracy, and there are the rumors that the Dragons are tied to a noble family. If so, I owe her for my family's tavern." Scowling, Gavin looks the kobold over. "I'd not trust it in my kitchen, but if someone wants to take it on, I'll not stand in the way of it."
I'm traveling this weekend. Hope to be able to post once a day but if its my turn, bot me instead of waiting on me. Thanks!
This time, Gavins flail hits the mark, with a satisfying crunch, right into the thug's face.
Boxed in, Gavin knows he needs to end this - soon. Stepping across from Erick, the tavernkeeper's son swings his flail with every ounce of strength, but it is still not enough - the thug shifts easily out of the way.
"Hnngh!" Gavin grits his teeth, a grunt of pain escaping anyway. Stepping to the side, the Chel brings his flail up and around at the thug, gasping as the pain from his new wound causes him stagger and lose the momentum of his attack.
I'm around and will be posting when things get up and running again. Good luck with everything, SR!
Following Tessa into the room, Gavin slides by the swashbuckler and brings his flail up, ready to attack.
Ahh, OK. I'm going to act in the surprise round then. Makes sense, SR!
Gavin nods at Erick, and grips his flail tighter. A fine idea. Perhaps one of these thugs knows where Vanderboren is.
Stacking the goods in the corner, Gavin adds a little rum, bread and fish to the pile. "I'll be hungry in a bit, I'm sure. And the rum, not my drink of choice, but it'll do." Turning to Tessa, the Chel frowns, rubbing his cheek where the branding iron scorched away his stubble and left a wicked burn, one that even the light of Cayden Cailean's power could not totally erase. "Happy day? Not exactly, I'd say. But a good day none-the-less. Let's see if Vanthus is down here, yes?" Turning, a determined look in his eye, Gavin begins walking back down the hall, towards the worg and the bunkhouse...
Gavin looks down at Kersh. "The third one, Erick. He would have taken this out on my family." Looking to Bedu, Gavin cracks a small smile. "Indeed, my friend. Family - and friends - first. Shall we see what is beyond the next door?"
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