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"We were looking for you. Imperia was climbing a wall and I was with this hot minotaur broad, which turned out to be a great distraction for the guards, but then these damn adventurers showed up!" I look down at the war-cow, "And c'mon: this is great!" Then I squint down my barrel at the priest, "So, has he been talking yet?"
I bellow at Song and level a pistol at the priest, "You were gone too long! Are we rescuing you or kidnapping him?" Seeing the look on Song's face, I speak again, "It had to be the cow: Imperia punched the horse's lights out."
Fine by me. Just make us look cool. :D
"Where the hell has Song gone?" I start poking around the main hall and peek outside as well. "Song... !" "Imperia, did you see where Song went?"
"So, um, where are the priests?"
"Sounds like our best option: maybe we can find out what we're holding."
"Good idea, let's find the nearest inn and ask for directions to that temple." I grin and start packing stuff away, after claiming a buckler, the bullets and a couple of potions for personal supply.
Well, I'm not too keen on going back to the people who sent me on a high-risk, do-or-die mission. I don't know if anyone else has ties to, um... that place. Of course, it also depends if we'll be massively disrupting Coluber's plans.
So, we have treasure! The magical crafting stuff doesn't seem that useful to us, I wait to be corrected, but could be valuable. The bullets and bolts would be useful and arrows aren't free. so, who wants what? I want the bullets and might take a buckler if nobody else is interested. Sharing out the potions makes sense: I'm sure I'll make use of mine.
I shrug, "They might get brave; they might have friends: either way it would be better if we weren't here when they got back."
I pocket the bullets, "Hey there little buddies, far from home." "So, let's get to the nearest town. I need a drink. Then we'll figure out how far we can get from the mad, old lady."
I clamber onto a wagon as well and join in the opening. As I do, I call over to our spellcasters, "Can you figure out if any of this stuff is magic?"
I reload my guns and stand ready. "I wonder what it said? Right, everybody grab the stuff. I'll keep an eye on these two."
I step closer the the remaining drake as Song speaks to it, my gun levelled at it. I hesitate long enough to let it speak to Song, "Song?" But if it still won't play ball...
With a clear view and stood out in the open, I am more concerned about Song being gobbled up than the dauntless Imperia. I pour out shots toward the drake with its face in the dirt.
I stride out of the fog and shoot the first drake I can see.
"At least we'll die with our boots on." I circle around to the south, trying to keep linked up with Imperia while searching for a way to hit the drakes. I fire again at the drake which confronted Imperia.
I shrug. Attacking the drake Imperia is confronting.
"Did anyone get the goods?" I stand with a gun in one hand and a smokestick in the other.
I call out , "Hey girls! Get your fine asses this way, stick together or fall apart. That's the drill!" Once Ka'ta starts moving, I throw a tnaglefoot bag at the drake near her.
GM, any chance for a map or a more detailed desription of the scene? We need to know where we are, and where everything else is, so that we can make some tactical decisions.
We've got a great character dynamic but are definitely a motley crew and maybe don't have characters who will co-ordinate combat options to exploit advantages and whatnot. In my Kingmaker game we're like the elite special forces of our kingdom: planning our strikes and acting in harmony. THat totally suits the characters and the campaign. Here we're an awkward bunch: a brawler, a drifter, a srong-willed bard, a dwarf... I think, after a few near misses and odd encounters, it might be time for our characters to have learnt that stepping back and planning is a good idea. In game terms that can be a few signals and whatnot but in metagame terms that probably means discussing what we're going to do in this thread.
I'm in. To be honest, I'm at a bit of a loss to what Gorvy can do except for staying out of the way. Dragons aren't really something we can fight or talk to (literally can not talk to them). Those are things Gorvy does. He has not utility magic, stealth skills, unusual movement, buffs for others... Gorvy is sitting quiet (because others are stealthing) and waiting to provide cover/rescue/distraction if the others get in trouble. If Gorvy was in this situation alone he would either find a hidey-hole and wait for the dragons to go away or maybe, if he had some cash and knew the value of the mcguffin, he might go to town and recruit support. In fact, if Gorvy was here alone he'd probably conclude that being stuck between the rock of military forces and the hard place of necromancer lady was more trouble than it was worth. He'd probably roll out of town and head through Nirmathas to the next country he doesn't have a bad reputation in (yet). So, I have been checking the thread every day. It just seems silly to post "I continue to hide behind a tree."
I start backing away with the group.
Those are some hard yards. I hope things play out as well as they can.
I whisper, "I don't know. Maybe we could just sneak in and grab the good stuff then get the heck out of here?" I shake y head at the sound of the feeding drakes, "They might still be hungry."
I come to a halt and chuckle at life's latest cruel joke, "Well, I'm not that lucky. Who's got the secret dragon friend?" Then, as I notice Song's voice speaking the strange tongue, I shrug, "Ah, the mysterious beauty. Of course." I put on a show of bravado and swagger over to Fukarth, "You alright, fella?"
So, I went on holiday last week and it turned out they didn't have wi-fi after all... but I'm back now. Sorry about that, will post soon.
I respond to Fukarth's quip with my own, "That's what she said." But the smile dies on my lips when I see Fukarth's injury. As his spell pours forth I shake my head in amazement as I rush on .
I grunt as the arrow tears into me, "Hey, I've kissed elves!" I follow after Fukarth, "Who the hells are they?"
"Aye, that stuff was horrible. I'm almost glad I got it full in the face: means I got a good dose of the antiplague stuff."
"Hail, and well met!" I greet the men with a grin and a wave, joining Imperia in approaching with confident cheeriness.
"Ah, so it's threats! Gotcha."
"So, we'd better get going then..." I pull my pack onto my shoulders and check my pistol is in good nick.
"So, you want to hire us but you don't want to pay us?" I shake my head and chortle for a moment, "Normally, people in your situation offer the map and the rest of the treasure as payment. And normally, that's a pretty sweet deal but we already have a map and a plan of our own: so why should we go off doing your business when we've already got our own adventures in this forest?" "As for the undead..." I roll my eyes, "Ain't many places in the world where people think it's okay to leave vicious traps for people who just want to knock on your front door. I don't reckon it's okay in Nirmathas, for whatever that's worth." "I don't mind being convinced to change course, but I need a bigger motive than, 'As my guest, you must do whatever I demand.' That ain't a thing outside of stories with Baba Yaga in them."
"Aw, sausages, damn I'm starving." As I begin tucking in, I listen to Song's tale, "Staring down a ghost! I'm standing behind you next time we get into trouble." Only after my appetite has been satisfied do I notice the map, "Oh, um, woah, um... people... oh, right, yeah." I realise everyoen else is way ahead of me.
Imperia:
Gorvy gives a lazy grin, "It's always a pleasure, when a woman wants to get a better look at my weapon..."
My eyes light up and I grin, "Yep, Imp and I. Shackin' up."
Inner Sea Primer:
Urgathoa (NE), the Pallid Princess, is said to be the first of the undead and the mistress of disease. Both undead and necromancers seeking the dark secrets of unlife follow her, as do gluttons of all sorts.
Inner Sea Primer:
Cayden Cailean (CG), the Drunken Hero, is a mortal who ascended to divinity by passing the Test of the Starstone while inebriated. He is the god of impulse and adventure, righting wrongs, and revelry. His followers reject stricture and structure and hold the brave enjoyment of life as their highest principle.
We should all know who the Pallid Princess is, unfortunately. Recognising that grand people are not my field, I hang back. However, I do endeavour to work out if she is still a human all the way down.
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