Geddoe joined in searching the cloakroom, keeping his knives in one hand.
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Geddoe, silent all this time, spoke up. "Priest, didn't the woman say that the 'shrooms grew near forges, or something? Where would you put a forge? I doubt that tower over there." Geddoe knelt down to pull daggers from his waist and boot, and prodded the body, looking for signs of death.
Nerek grabs the skull before they leave the hut, hoping to study it at a later date. Geddoe stares at the dwarf when he exits with the shrunken head. "What... that's sick, priest." He shakes his head.
Geddoe glared fiercely at the mouthy bard. "I agree with Reno, here. Don't want any more of those short stumblers to sneak up on us in this damn forest."
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Geddoe stepped inside and helped find the Rat's Tail. He then glanced at some stones and statuettes, and quickly appraised their value. He then glanced over his shoulder, and picked up the stones and statuettes. He then surreptiously put the goods in one of his sacks. Geddoe, after sorting his rations back into his backpack, stood up. "Yeah, let's get the hell out of here." He then carefully avoided the corpse in the middle of the room and walked out of the hut.
Geddoe continues munching on the venison. He's not going to be much help, armed with only daggers; more than likely break on the... cauldron than the cauldron break on them. "You know, if you'd just aid one another, and stop dicking around, you might be able to hit the damn pot ."
Geddoe takes out some of his rations and chews on it, glad that it didn't stink of farting cats.
Geddoe looked over his shoulder at the epic battle going on, then walked away, shaking his head. "A cauldron. A cauldron. This is going well past insanity."
Geddoe doesn't listen to Calar, instead opting to push him aside and gag outside. "Aaaaah... Gren de thalasha?!?!"* Spitting, Geddoe flung his hands in the air in a futile effort to breeze the stink away. "Don't think... uh!... no one's been in there for years, unless some critter like that damn cat dug under!"
Geddoe studied the door, then stood, startling everyone behind him. He then walked back towards the group, but stopped halfway between the group and the hut. The bald thief put his hands on his hips, and sighed. "This is stupid," he said aloud, before charging back to the hut and shoulder ramming the door.
The door is neither locked nor hinged as it has swolen with moisture and rot. It is obvious that it has not openend in a very long time.
"... Huh." Geddoe muttered quietly, marveling at the fact that there were no windows or doors anywhere besides the front door. Then, he took a look around the swamp. "Yeah... I wouldn't either." He then creeps back around to the front, circling the entire hut.
Geddoe's jaw drops slightly. 'Well I'll be buggered...' he thought, staring at the zombie. 'Guess it wasn't such a smart idea to let it go...' Geddoe then glanced at the door. 'If anyone's in here, they'll probably notice the racket goin' on out here...' Then, an idea popped into his head. 'Maybe while they're distracted with my pals out front, I can sneak in through a back way...' With that, Geddoe begins creeping around the left side of the hut, keeping an eye out for an alternate entrance.
Geddoe, about to check the door, froze when the miniature effigies spun towards him. Slowly, his hand dipped toards his boot dagger...
Geddoe paused for a half step when the bard whispered after him. 'Charms? Great, just wait until I'm about to infiltrate the place...' Then he continued.
"So, uh, Geddoe, why don't you sneak over there and see if the witch is home," Nerek whispers nervously as he scratches his forehead."Aye, do it Geddoe. I will back you up, follow about 15 feet behind you." Geddoe gave Calar's armor a look that said, "You've got to be kidding." "How about this: when I get in the place, creep on up near the door. If I start screaming, well..." Geddoe shrugged, then began slinking on up to the hut.
"... Well, that was easy. Let's go." Geddoe continues on his merry way.
Geddoe stared at the little monstrosity, then glanced back at Nerek. "You're kidding me, right? Can you do your cleric thing on the bugger?"
"Erf... Sounds." Geddoe breathed heavily as he tugged the stuck dagger. "... good!" he grit, applying more force. "Huff... by!" the thief exhaled, putting both feet on the corpse. "ME!" Straining greatly, the dagger popped out of the spine of the dead reptillian, startling him greatly and causing him to fall back into the underbrush.
Gritting his teeth as he struggled to get the blade out of the monster's spine, Geddoe ground out, "Holy man! Got it right here!" After catching the dwarf's attention, he tossed the fungi to him, then turned his attention back to the task at hand. "Stupid... I was probably safer in the city!" he grumbled under his breath.
Actually since it is medium, you have just enough movement to get to a flanking position. In which case if you don't fight defensivly, you would hit. Choice is yours
Flipping his knife in his hand, Geddoe circled around the strange snake man, not quite reaching the opposite side of Calar. Mentally shrugging, Geddoe carefully struck out at the monster with his dagger.
"... Wow. They grow big around here, huh?" Geddoe cracked his knuckles. "Well, let's get to work, and find this moss or whatever it is."
"... Does anyone remember what this looks like?"
Geddoe will grumble about it, as he is the downer of the party. Of course, he has no real objections.
Geddoe counted up the coins, and did a brief bit of math, before sorting out the pieces. "Hey," he called out as he divided the coins on the ground. "Split up most of the wealth here, and I'll try to work something out for the rest tomorrow. Also, I'm gonna stick this gear in the pack, unless you want it."
"Camp? Yeah... yeah, sure," Geddoe muttered, bending over the hobgoblin's body. He yanked his dagger out of the hobgoblin's side with a sickening squelch, and cleaned it off the best he could. After cleaning the dagger, he tucked both of the daggers in their sheathes, and searched the ambusher's body.
Geddoe sighed in relief as the wolf fled. Not letting down his guard, he sidestepped over to his companions, checking them over visually. "That was..." he said, trailing off, before shaking his head. He then looked down at the hobgoblin ambusher. "What was this guy doing, attacking us...?" he asked quietly, noting his knife buried deep in his side. 'Damn... I did that...?' he thought.
Leaning away from the wolf's bite, Geddoe swung his dagger frantically and rolled away from the beast.
Leaning away from the wolf's bite, Geddoe swung his dagger frantically and rolled away from the beast.
Geddoe looked back and saw that Vishantos was the sole defender against one of the wolves. Groaning to himself, Geddoe drew his last dagger and crept back to his previous hiding space, trying to blend in once more. 'No more throwing. Hopefully these mutts'll die quickly.'
Geddoe glanced over at the now super-sized Calar, then stalked forward as quietly as possible. Once he moved up far enough, he flung his dagger at the sniper, and began reaching for his last dagger.
Geddoe glanced at the hobgoblin in the tree, and, flipping the dagger in his hand, darted off into the trees.
Usually fleet of reactions, Geddoe found himself bedazzled by the lightning quick actions around him. He then sees the two birds attacking the dwarf, and quickly disarmed himself in a most clever fashion, dropping to one knee to get the dagger in his boot.
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Geddoe finds himself listening to the strange wizard's mumblings and rantings.
'Damn, should've seen that coming...' Geddoe lamented, crouching down and searching for any more surprises.
Geddoe glanced at the ground and chuckled. "Huh, deer," he said, mostly to himself, proud that he even recognized the tracks of an animal that he had only seen in the distance. He then glanced forward, and frowned. "Carcass up ahead, flies all over the thing. Maybe a squirrel or a rabbit...?" 'Why does this not feel right...?' he wondered.
Geddoe looked at the others, and seeing that they were keeping weapons at the ready, followed suit, drawing the dagger on his hip and holding it so that it was less noticable. 'Suddenly,' he thought, glancing at the others' weapons, 'I feel inadequete.'
"Don't forget to ask about the dwarven ruins, and I guess that witch as well," Geddoe muttered quietly to the ones speaking to the bosses. As for himself, he contented himself with keeping an eye out for trouble.
"Great, this bloody place sounds better and better the longer I stay," Geddoe groused, keeping pace with the bard.
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