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Spoiler: Grobradon nods at Ethulfel. Though his mother being a bear wouldn't bother him as much as long as she was happy with it, might be difficult on her social life though. He has other concerns, too and asks "Wyldlord, "Would you be willing to swear that you will reverse the changes and have the hairs returned if we were not satisfied with the bargain at anytime?"
Spoiler: Grobradon looks over at Ethulfel And shares in Orcish, remembering the bard knows that language as well, and wondering if the fae might be ignorant of it..."Zdá se, že je to pravda. Zdá se, že je ochoten udělat to, co říká, pokud přijmeme jeho podmínky. Necítím žádnou nenávist v jeho srdci vůči nám. A přesto jsem podezřívavý. Ty?" Orc:
"SEEMS truthful,. SEEMS willing to do as he says if we accept his terms. I sense no hate in his heart towards us. And yet, I am suspicious. You?"
Feyglade:
You regret how much raising you has cost your dear mother, and would do almost anything to give her another chance to live her life and her sight back, yes?" Grobradon grows cautious even as he can't deny the pull of the offer, and he nods to Ethulfel. He too would do ALMOST anything. He waits for the other shoe to drop. "From three lovelies fair, gather a lock of their hair. One from Moon, Another from Meep, and a third from Talliree. Deliver them to the grove of thorn and oak and ash. There with the cures for your mothers shall my lovely partner wait and be." He tilts his head to examine the figure as he weighs the task set for them. "That seems... too easy..." he remarks hesitantly. "Please, sir, do not dangle hope before me unless you truly mean to give it. I don't begrudge anyone a prank, and under most circumstances I'd be glad to play a game for you, but if this is a deception there's little chance of any fun coming from it. Please, tell us plainly all that you really want so that we can do it for you with all haste, or be shattered now by our inability to do so and move on." "Even if Moon agreed, I would not hand power over her to another lightly, Cousin. Why do you want them? What will you use them for?" Raven Rap: His eyes narrow at the mention of orcs. "I've got a question, but either the answer is no, or I'll kill him with my bare hands." He doesn't explain, "Which I may do anyway. Thank you, Miss Raven."
Ethulfel and Grobradon:
Grobradon looks to Ethulfel, "I'm going after, I think we both should, but your path is your choice."
And he follows. Miss Raven:
"Big ones? Bigger than me?" asks the six foot six half orc. Even as he tries to place the movements.
Ethulfel, Grob, bunnies:
Grobradon scowled protective of his friends for a moment but tries to find his reserve and listens. Then adds "우리가 당신을 따르기를 원하십니까??" [spoiler="Sylvan"]"Do you want us to follow you?" Raven: "Forgive, us, Nightwinged Raven, we're are creatures of the land, and that hinders us more than we expect sometimes."
Grobradon & Ethulfel and the odd critters:
He nudges the gnome, pointing out the hare whose dark coat seems to collect light like a raven's feather, "Fairie touched, or so I Suspect. I wonder who they're working for? You want to talk to one of them, or shall I?" He coaxes the rabbit, not superclose, but to get its attention and show he means no harm.
During this, Grobradon keeps an eye out for wildlife acting ..differently than usual.
Soundss good on the watch
"Good work, Maidie." He says, then adds "I'm not a warrior so I'd suggest someone better at hitting their target take the dagger than I."
"We're gonna want wolfsbane and silver weapons." Then a troubled look at the thought of Olmira's vanishing.
Grobradon still looks troubled. This talk of shapechanging and bloodmoons
"Ye two," the voice snaps, pointing at Ethulfel and Grobradon. "The gnomeses and the orcses, keep yer wits about ye." Grobradon turns at that, tempted to ask for more details, but... Moon is ahead of him. He gives her a grateful nod for that. But then grunts as it comes to naught. **** Later, "I'm not sure of that Betz. Maybe that's the time we can strike while they're all together? " Then he admits, "I feel like I'm supposed to be clued in to something with that 'gnome and orc' talk. Only thing I can figure? The animals ... we can both, by different means, talk to them. Maybe that's why WE need to pay attention. Maybe they're the warning signal we'll need? I'm not sure." He thinks hard if there was any religious messages in the symbols and talk the Log Voice said or for that matter , natural ones
So far, so good, Grobradon doesn't see a threat from outside. He could be missing something but.. still, so far so good. He hears the haggling going on, and centers himself, fighting impatience. You can't rush a trees's growth, a season's change, or a Kassen goodbye between neighbors... no really, the last was super annoying. He remembered when he was a kid and his mother and he would go to visit some kind soul, and it took forEVER for folks to stop saying good bye. They'd say good bye as they start to rise from their hosts' table. You'd think that would be it. But nooo...
They'd finally get OUTSIDE the door, there was yet more goodbyes though, the chains of gossip mixed with farewell and well wishes. Finally that would seem to end, but then, Gozreh bless, just as they thought they were off the grounds, either his mother, who was normally a sensible woman, or the lady who was hosting would remember 'one more thing' and bam, another fifteen minutes to a half hour of his young life lost. He loved and loves the forest around it, but small town good byes? The worst!
Grobradon does not try to figure out on the source of the Voice per se, rather keeping an eye out for dangers from without while the others who are better at social and economic dealings haggle. His darkvision serves well under canopy and the like
Everyone around her gets +2 AC and +2 CMD. Totally fair, but let Grobradon whisper that sweet little nothing in Moon's ear that every skirmisher type loves to hear... "Barkskin" :)
Very nice, thanks
She lays a hand on his forearm briefly, "That makes a great deal of sense. We may get lucky." A nod but it comes up empty it seems
A wand of CLW or potion or two would be welcome for the healing but I can replace a few spells with Cures if need be (Sadly unlike a cleric, can't do it on the fly so must prep), just let me know.
Grob shrugs "Okay, someone cast a quick detect magic over em as we move on then?" A compromise. Though he recognizes Odds ARE slim
Grobradon ahems, "More like enjoying the smell of the biscuits together. I like her. She likes me. We'll see where it goes."
"Before we head off, we should search the corpses. I know it may slow us down, but what if one of them has a map or other sign of their plans?"
"I warned Culver that I would spike his next meal with laxatives if he kept repeating that stupid lie. So if you see him sprinting towards the outhouse in the immediate future, remind him not to spread rumors about a wizard." Whether she's right or not, Grobradon won't put the finger on a friend directly "I don't know what you mean." And he cleans her wound, and binds it
He shrugs, "You'd know better than I. All I know is that women seem to have rules they expect men to know. And if there is a rulebook with the specifics, women aren't letting men read it." He glances over at Moon, then says "Seems to be worth it though."
Grobradon scratches his chin, and whispers back "Hard to tell, she's always seemed on the prickly side to me. Also, most men of Kassen agree it's just not wise for any of US to ask."
Team Corvid:
"We'll find SOME ribbon or other shiney to substitute, yeah. Nice idea." "Give us traitor! We let you go," one of them calls out. Then, the heavens spit rocks as Maidie evokes furious retaliation on those who injured her, those that threatened to injure her, and those that even THOUGHT about injuring her. Apparently, folks should just leave Maidie the hell alone. As silence falls over the forest, blood spreads over the snow where once stood wolves, goblin dogs, and their riders. "Huh," He says, then looks to Ethulfel and Erigga and explains, "She's come a long way since learning ray of frost and getting an icicle hanging from her nose instead." Clearly, one of Maidie's siblings broke a trust. He looks at Maidie, "Want me to heal that? Or you got a potion?"
"Do we know where to meet the black bird," she asks. Good question , ah do we, or does Grob need to yell the meeting location real loud and hope the bird hears it?
"How about something shiny to impress other ravens?" He suggests as the feed in his hands is being devoured, "Meep, show him a single silver coin, and a single copper coin. See if he likes either. If you don't have them, reach into my poach and get them."
"Well, the snackies are mine to give." He explains and glad he brought them, he offers them up
"Friends bring shinies," the raven asks Ethulfel as it eyes the ribbons in Meep's hair. "how about some nuts and corn?" He offers
Reluctantly, Grobradon watches Moon go, then says "I should probably help with the ravens or crows as the case maybe." Moon is on team frog, and he figures that he and she have the most animal skills between them, not to jinx it, "Let me get some nuts and corn to bribe them with."
"I don't know, seems to me if we all go together, won't the great log have a bigger order that distracts more of us? On the other hand , splitting up can leave some of us hanging, so I just don't know"
"I was never a part of the tribe, not really. Maybe that's why I am not like other goblins. I don't like hurting people, but I want to help. If helping means fighting goblins, then I will fight goblins." She gives the druid a smile that is obviously hiding some very dark and painful memories. "Besides, no one liked me anyway. I don't think killing a few of my old tribe will change that" "Nope, but they might learn to leave you the hell alone after this, and that's a plus" Assuming they survive, but he doesn't say that part. He nods at her words, approvingly. He watches with a warm smile as Meep begins to share what she knows and Moon assists her with the map. With his eyes still on the two women, he leans over to Grob and quietly offers, "twenty miles there and back is a fair distance for a night of spying. If we could find something fast like a falcon or a hawk, they could make it--and have the sharp eyes to see what the goblins are up to--but birds aren't very clever, so their report will be limited." The gnome absentmindedly reaches down and scratches the neck of the bobcat that followed him inside while continuing, "I mean, any animal's report is limited, except Sir Whiskers, but a cat or a dog might do a better job than a bird if we can afford to wait longer for their return. How soon are you hoping to set out?" Grobradon is tempted to bring up Ravens and crows as smart birds. But Moon speaks up
Grobradon frowns as he considers the ramifications of tribes uniting in harmony against Kassen. Then he says "If we go with birds, I would suggest ravens and crows, though I recently pissed one off. Been giving out bread to make up for it. They're smart. But like Moon says, they may have moved." At Meep's full debriefing , Grobradon gives an impressed whistle. He knew Meep was not an idiot, but this IS smart. Suddenly the little goblin is the experti n the room.He listens, and finds himself a bit chilled by the Bloodmoon in particular. Then the talk turns to the Voice in the Log, "looks like we need the voice then?"
"Sure, let's not put them into too much risk, but.. nice. Didn't know that about gnomes. And cats are a good choice, some of the most alert creatures you can find... as long as they don't get caught in a sunbeam." He snorts recalling a goofy orange tabby in the area that goes almost , no pun intended, catatonic, when said sunbeams occur.
"I'm better with plants than animals as a norm, but I can speak to animals, befriend a few, maybe see what they've spotted outside the usual. It'll make me a lot less useful for healing though," He warns, "Olmira might be better and help me out at such."
"Flame retardant chemicals to protect wood work? Maidie, don't get a bigger head or nothing, but you really are a genius." As to the rest? "Yup. We're going in on the offensive," He looks at Meep, "Some of your former tribe are going to die, particularly the higher ups. I know they never treated you well, but if you feel you can't take part in that, you need to tell us now. Don't worry, Moon is still your roomie if you feel you can't join us on whatever the final plan turns to be, and we're still your friends. But we don't need any of us freezing up during this operation." Grobrradon realizes he's being blunt and tactless. Good. Better it from him than someone else.
He thinks about it, "Kind of. When I was very little, some other village lady called me 'stupid green blood' well , my mom heard it, and I swore she breathed fire" A grin "But your standard dragon? No. Not really. It's what they call a metaphor."
"And there's the other shoe dropping." He looks at Betzolte "You said it wasn't enough. What is? Going on the offensive?"
Grobradon mutters to Meep "This is where human chiefs live, but not all human chiefs are kind like Uptal. If you ever find yourself in the lair of a rich man, be cautious, and wonder what they may have done to get the treasures around them. Be it dragons or humans, the greater the hoard they keep about them, if that dragon or man be evil, the greater power they likely have to bear upon those about them and they can not just protect it ruthlessly, but use it so as well. If they be good, then that too is power, and hopefully they'll use it for others and not just themselves. One never is sure with dragons.. or the humans who envy them."
Grobradon enters, but the thing that catches his eye is a particular piece of furniture, and he smiles just for a moment, but says nothing else waiting for Dalen, Ethulfel, and Erigga to get their say. Mom smoothed that piece or I'm a manticore.
"Still Mayor Jonark Uptal , been mayor for 11 years now. Decent guy, open minded on we non humans." He mutters back
"Nah, as a bodyguard, new shield and new armor paints me as inexperienced." Which wasn't that far from the truth since she had 'round a half dozen jobs under her belt. She did practice a lot, though, and that counted for something. Like Mister Jahdi used to say, you practice until you don't miss anymore, not only until you hit it once. "If it breaks, I'll let you know." "Not sure mending would handle a complete break, but yeah." And he nods. Good for her rep to look just a bit scuffed in the gear. "If they ride lizards, they are the Stickfoot tribe. They live north of the river. They use boats, too, but they aren't the only ones, and most do it for crossing the river. Too valuable to use in an attack unless they were sure they could win." Meep looks around at the crowd and turns back to the others. "Would it be better to talk about this where there aren't a lot of people," she asks quietly. "The Stickfoot tribe." He grunts memorizing it. Then others suggest finding a place in private to talk and he nods at Moon's suggestion ""Erigga , Ethulfel, why don't you come with us in case you remember more details." The pathfinder doesn't interest him as much. He's heard about them both good and bad, but Dale can come too he supposes.
Grobradon winces and he looks around as if to make sure NO one heard that, and gives narrowed eyes to show how he would like it to NOT be used again within earshot of.. oh anyone, "Just Grobradon now. And yeah, Mom struggled, but I never went without a meal."
Grobradon makes a mental note of the forces mentioned. They maybe facing them soon here.
"Good stuff properly prepped," He nods, then seems surprised by the offer of the hand coupled with the bluntness. He actually chuckles, "Culver tells me the same, at least until he needs something off a top shelf." He shakes her hand and shakes it. He's clearly not used to that but isn't trying to squeeze hard or anything "Let me know if you want me to cast a mending on that shield to keep it pristine longer. That'll wait though I imagine."
Grobradon listens to the update, "Swimming lizards? Huh. I believe you mind you, just never heard of it. We got a friend who is a goblin. Her name's Meep. Maybe she knows what tribe uses that." He looks over at Meep if she's in earshot to see what she thinks but adds to Erriga, "And right place wrong time seems to be a theme lately around here. SO yeah, got a good idea what you mean."
As the gnome talks to Olmira by name, Grobradon glances over at the gnome, "Hey, I remember you. Ethulfel? Did I pronounce that right? It's me, Grobradon. Olmira's my mentor. Though I guess I technically ended my apprenticeship." He shrugs
Grobradon sees that no one seems to need healilng, not anyone that can be helped. He's about to shrug it off then blinks as his eyes fall on the halfling, or rather, Erigga's shield! "Hey, is that darkwood? Nice grain." He admires it, then says "Oh, I'm Grobradon. You need help or answers or anything? I showed up to help heal, but it looks like that's taken care of."
Okay. Week 2 was earning coin by WOodcutting.. which netted 8 gp Woot! Rolling in it and.. wait, a hundred lost when week one's results are realized? Oh dear. This may not work in the long run ;)
Week 2 of Downtime:
Coin has to be earned, and Grobradon is no longer a fan of wood cutting normally... but, now he can put it to good use for not just the coin, but the town, and yes, the forest. "Okay, you may think this is only for firewood and scrap, but by clearing out these areas here.. .here, and here... if goblins do raid and start fires... it will act as breaks. AND with winter coming on, Firewood will be in high demand anyway." His expertise as much as his muscle is worth something and he applies it.
Grobradon is one of the first on the scene. Rushing out to aid in the healing as well. He's not a comforting nursemaid type. A Six and a half feet of slightly green tinged but tanned man with enlarged canine teeth, slightly pointed ears and green eyes that have red pupils in the right light can be intimidating. The half orc's long hair is wild this morning. He is armed with Sickle and sling but right now he's loping up to see the newcomers of shorter stature, "Who needs healing?" He asks brusquely.
Okay, while I at least have this much settled... Taking on 10 on all rolls to earn IOUs for building season
Will get to Week 2 after paizo maintenance
How Grobradon's next week or two MIGHT go when he's not with other PCS: With Winter approaching, and resources to be gathered, Grobradon becomes far more 'central' to Kassen than anyone has seen before. In the past, he preferred the woods and save for time with his mother, would often not be seen for days at a time inside the village, at least not its public square. Save for Culver, he did not interact often socially with folks his own age.
Where there are pigs of any sort, there is a good chance mushrooms might be found. Here too, the druid sells his services within reason. Not only does he track where the most delicious mushrooms might be located, he also points out which ones are edible truffles, and which ones will kill you. He is happy to work with local Alchemists, such as Tang or Maidie, to make sure they get ones with less cullinary but exotic effets. Apparently there is a rare blue stripped one that can make you see the faces of the gods... or at least send you on a really bendy trip.
Of course, the druid's greatest aid is with wood. Here he is, if anything, even more protective. Folks have heard his arguements for preserving the forest and restricting some areas from cutting. He'll talk to anyone who listens why old forest is not the same as just new forest grown like a crop. However, few are better at finding suitable dead wood to use for this or that. More than this, with his ablity to mend broken wood whole again, and shape existing wood roughly. Grobradon is happy to work with Jasper in this, or anyone else who will pay it forward to the new construction plans come spring. A few might be insulted he insists on promisory notes, but when Colbin has power over so many in the town, most agree it is just prudent. Wood shaped by druidic magic is often rough, but if you yourself don't have that talent, you know who could smooth that for you? Coldana, Grobradon's mother, and she'll do it for a fair price. HINT HINT! ***
Leading to conversations he never thought he would have in his life "Honestly, Miss Julworth, I know you had plans for breeding pure blooded Isgerian Springer Spaniels and now that's been ruined, but I've cast speak with animals and asked Roseypaw who the sire is, and she refuses to rat him out. My guess would be that Varisian spotted Mastiff at the guardhouse but you'll just have to wait and see how the puppies look as they get older, and no, I don't think you can demand satisfaction on her behalf or sue but you can ask the Mayor. Really though? They're perfectly fine puppies." Suffice to say, the client on that one was NOT happy, and Roseypaw told him he was a squealer.
Grob and his mother:
"Fine. You don't blame yourself for stuff, and i won't blame MYself for stuff. It's a deal."
He holds her gently just as long.
He watches her go, "I do see it mom." He puts the last of the things to clean up, the cups they just used mostly, and works I just hope when you get your sight back, I don't look anything like the monster who hurt you. If you're seeing his face in your nightmares, you're already plagued by it too much
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