Kenzo makes a quiet gurgling noise.
"Ah." Gerhardt turns to the others. "He's frozen."
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"Uh ... well done," says Mitnal a bit embarrassed. "Hm. Thank you." Gerhardt seems quite pleased with himself. He glances at Kenzo. "What's wrong? You've gone rigid."
"I think that's my cue," Gerhardt mutters. He rushes in, swinging his falchion at the 'man'.
Gerhardt slowly draws his falchion. "Something's wrong."
"He's dead."
Gerhardt stays with Mitnal, watching his surroundings warily.
Gerhardt peers at the man suspiciously.
Gerhardt follows silently.
"I suppose?" Kenzo says to Gerhardt. "I thought you were looking for some excitement and adventure? Now while I wouldn't make light of the death of our good citizens, it does seem like something foul is afoot." Gerhardt frowns. "Of course. But obviously I would have some disinterest, since it looks like a typical murder/suicide, or perhaps a serial killer. It has little to do with me. But I'm helping, so I don't see what you're complaining about."
"I'm ready for a walk. Are we all going?" Kenzo asks. "I suppose. I've nothing better to do."
Gerhardt shrugs. "The smell is...hm. Goblins? Very smelly goblins? The bodies aren't that old."
Gerhardt stares at the body in disturbed silence. Finally, he managed to speak. "Who is this?"
Gerhardt follows. He seems a bit annoyed for some reason.
"Hmm. They clearly lead downstairs," Gerhardt says.
Gerhardt doesn't seem very interested, but wishing to keep up appearances, he examines the footprints to see if they lead anywhere interesting.
Gerhardt approaches the body with distaste, and examines it closely.
The dead-thing smell is stronger near the axe. There are bits of hair and maybe skin along the axe blade, though strangely no blood. The blood is all on the handle - bloody handprints. "So, what? The victim tried to block the knife thrusts? The knife was wielded by the blade?"
Gerhardt stares impassively. "I've seen a lot of death, but this is beyond it."
"Smells like blood ... and the faintest smell of old meat," says Mitnal triumphantly. "That might be a clue." "Old meat? Like a butcher shop, or as in rotten flesh?"
"Chopper?"
"The unpleasantness?" the half-orc asks curiously. He takes the message. "Hmm. Perhaps we should take a look at the scene of the murder."
Gerhardt glances at the sheriff, then goes back to his drink. Wonder who he's talking t--oh, right.
Gerhardt looks taken aback when Mitnal answers him. He stares blankly as the plainsman waves his hand in front of his face. "What are you doing?"
There is an awkward silence.
"So, Gerhardt, how did you end up in Sandpoint?"Gerhardt shrugs. "The Lands of the Linnorm Kings had nothing for me. I thought I might as well see what the south had." Gerhardt smiles. "I do. They taste alright. Varg loves them. My lands had them, too, but I suppose the south does have a few more."
Gerhardt shrugs. "The Lands of the Linnorm Kings had nothing for me. I thought I might as well see what the south had."
Gerhardt bows to Ameiko nervously. "Hello." He turns back to Gyorgy and listens intently. "That is interesting. A demon, you say? I know a great deal about such creatures,* and that you were able to defeat one is impressive. And you bested an entire goblin tribe? Such creatures are nasty, and if you attack them by yourselves as you did they can be tricky little things."
*Sense Motive 16: He shifts a little as he speaks, and avoids eye contact. At best, he knows very little about demons, and most likely knows nothing.
Mitnal looks surprised, "If you have given me your name then I am Gerhardt Eilif. And, then, you would be Mitnal Basketweaver. I am honored to take your name, Mitnal. I wish you success."The half-orc frowns. "I gave you my name. Is it not common courtesy to give yours? Just asking." Mitnal stares. "My name--" He pauses. "Oh! Ha! Haha! Very well, Gerhardt. But know this. That name has been with me for a while, so try not to damage it. Make sure you pronounce the 'hardt' right. "Actually, I was wondering if you lot would be interested in my help. You seem to have saved the town. If you go on any other ventures...well, I've nothing else to do. And Varg and I could use the companionship."
The half-orc frowns. "I gave you my name. Is it not common courtesy to give yours? Just asking."
Wicht:
Gerhardt has left Varg outside, preferably in a dark corner where he will be mistaken for a particularly stout dog. Gerhardt Eilif notices the group enter. Well, I'll be hit over the head. Those must be the 'heroes' I heard about. Don't look like much. Still, they look decent enough. And if they get such fame for being decent... A gray-skinned man with a bushy yellow beard gets up and approaches the newcomers. A closer look reveals that he is a half-orc. A heavy-looking backpack is slung over his shoulder, and he wears a well-kept coat of what seems to be wolf-hide. A large falchion is at his belt. "Good day," he says, addressing Gyorgy. "My name is Gerhardt Eilif. I'm told you are well-known here."
Gerhardt Eilif of Gozreh is ready for battle. :D
Who here is levelled up completely?
Yeah, I really just wanted to spend enough gold so my capacity wouldn't go over light. My ACP is bad enough as it is. As it turns out, gold is pretty heavy. Who'da thunk it?
Okay, here's my character. I just assumed default rules for anything I couldn't find on this thread, so a lot of it will probably be changed later. Also, I have yet to do my Backstory and the other fluff.
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