The half-orc punches at the retreating beastie.
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Returning the frog’s kindness, Hûnidark attempts to deliver a mailed fist into the back of the beast’s cavernous maw.
| Status: HP: 14 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Hûnidark raises a bushy eyebrow as the fleeing elf speeds past him. With the bog before him slowing movement, he’s certain pursuing a frog would lead to being quickly surrounded. Better to draw them in. He sidles away from Ulfbrecht, forming a ragged line with his nearest allies. If the frogs moved in, they might be able to flank the beasts.
Status: HP: 14 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
As he’s been through much of this journey, the large half-orc is toward the front of the group. He advances slowly into the brush in pursuit of the strange sounds. He spies the frogs. A bit of gallows humour flashes through his mind. Never seen a blue-arm-tongued frog before. There’s a rare breed. Not looking forward to wading into a bog for a fight, Hûnidark hides behind the bushes, leaving the path clear for the archers to fire on the frogs. If the amphibians die – so much the better. Otherwise, he expects the frogs may retreat into the river or potentially advance into cestus-range.
Status: HP: 14 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
The half-orc is stoic. "Which way did it fly?"
Split the party! That’s fun!
The half-orc tugs at his beard, thinking. "We don't know this has anything to do with the prisoners. Seems like we should do a few things quick: Look for Miss or traces of her, ask folks if they saw or heard anything odd last night, and then maybe talk to the prisoner. But, even if he had nothing to do with it, I'll wager he tries to barter his freedom using her."
Hûnidark returns to the Baron of Mutton after his dawn constitutional to find the place in an uproar. It takes a moment to sort out what’s happening. He doesn’t try to stop Haldelar as others seem to be engaged in that venture. Rather, he speaks to him quietly. ”Let him go, sir, so we can find the truth. If he sullied Miss, I’ll be happy to pin him down so you can give him a proper beating… But all we know is your girl is missing. That’s the bigger concern, eh?”
Hûnidark moves through the tavern towards the group’s table, eyes alert to where trouble may be coming from: large men with the look of brawlers or anyone who gives the half-orc too hard a stare. He takes a seat at the table’s end, making it easy to meet trouble without having to skirt around other people. The chair protests slightly as he settles his bulk in it. He nods politely to Jenneleth’s beau. ”Nice to meet you." He glances at the serving board. "When you have a chance... I’d like chowder, bread, and cheese, please.”
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I'm updating the LOOT sheet and throwing some stuff on the Sold tab. I think we should take the cash, not store credit, because we have no idea when or if we'll be back here to spend it. If someone feels differently, let me know.
The aforementioned ‘big lad’ nods politely to Parella before cautiously diving into a savory pie held in his rather large hands.
As Haldelar passes the half-orc near the doorway, trying to keep his words from Parella’s ears, Hûnidark says quietly. ”If the man is conscious, he’ll spin you a yarn. Don’t listen. He’s a lyin’ sack of gówno.” He quickly addresses the baker, ”Ma’am, your cookin’ smells fine. Mind if I set this chest down in the corner a’fore I eat?” Status: HP: 13 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Hûnidark leaves the pleasantries to the more talkative folks while he inhales the fresh-bread smells of the bakery with great satisfaction. He stands at the back of the group with the wooden chest on his shoulder, looking for all the world like an armed porter.
Hûnidark relieves the mule and horse of their respective burdens (chest and saddlebags). He once again hefts the chest onto a broad shoulder.
He watches Miss get led off, observing with a note of humour, ”Looks like she’ll be doing both - family and moonin’.” He offers the stableman a nod of thanks ”Good day to ya.” before trudging off toward the bakery.
"…I'll stable the mule and mare together for 7 silver a day. Food and grooming included. The big lad will be double that! Har!" Hûnidark offers a chuckle around a canine-heavy, toothy smile. ”Seems a fair deal for the ladies. Guess I’ll just roam in the pasture and crop grass.” He pulls seven silver coins from his purse and puts them in Nafton’s hand then follows him to the stable to see to the animals.
"Jenneleth lass! Not seen you in months! Back from the City League I'll wager and with new friends... Looking to stable that horse an' mule I'll also wager!" The half-orc attempts to deploy humor, ”Nah. The horse an’ mule want to stable us… They said you look reputable and to let you know my coat could use a good curry-combing.” Status: HP: 13 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Erol! Otus! :D I get this joke... VERY old school.
Hûnidark grabs Marko’s rope and pulls him and the horse around the building before untying the unconscious bandit. He lets the body slide none-too-gently onto the ground. Then the half-orc drags the man like a sack of potatoes before ‘depositing’ him in the cell. Once Marko is in as well, Hûnidark turns to the ranger. ”Couple of things. That Carlanis is a tough nut. He cracked my skull pretty good and he ain’t dumb. So, take care with him and expect a trick or three.” He considers for a moment before weighing his words carefully. ”I’m sure your magistrate is a better judge than me… but I think Marko was telling some truth. Maybe he’s just gullible, or maybe the coin was so good he forgot his common sense. I dunno. But I don’t think he set out to be a bandit.” He looks at Marko through the cell window. ”Remember what I told you. Don’t let that bastard fit you for a noose or the executioner’s block. Good luck.”
”…and were going to take a couple of us as slaves.” The half-orc growls his dissent. ”Slavery? Are you sure?” ”No. We don’t all agree. They had manacles, nothing more. Banditry, yes. Extortion and ransom, maybe.” Hûnidark follows the constable. ”That one is alive - the ringleader. Marko’s friends are dead, buried with three more bandits beside the road near Lyrchwood and the start of the New Mire. I can take you there. Marko said he was hired by Carlanis to ‘protect Haranshire from bad folk’. He wanted common people, not thugs, maybe to make them look like real militia not bandits. He found them at The Silver Crown.” Status: HP: 13 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Hûnidark marks the location of the Silver Crown from beneath his bushy brows. It’s unlikely to be a bandit stronghold… but it was where Marko and his friends were ‘recruited’, so it might be worth a visit. For the moment, he moves with the group to relieve themselves of the prisoners. After that, securing the chest and the rider’s effects was the next priority… which probably meant he would be playing guard this evening.
OK, well, I'll wait until someone with better skills or stats steps up to do that. Is there a stat tied to bartering? At least, I can distribute the coins we got. @ EVERYONE, you each receive 8GP and 8SP. The remainder (some Silver and Copper) I'll be transferring to the team purse.
That's why yur playin' duh 'Lusionist... magik brains. Chief, I'm happy to tweak the sheet to do all the sales stuff. I'll need to adjust a formula here or there. Couple initial questions... 1. What is the sale price for items in good condition - 50% the listed purchase price? 2. What is the sale price of 'cracked' or 'dented' goods? 3. Do art, gems, and jewelry sell at the same discounted rate as say a helmet, or do they get full price?
The scimitar is +1 to Hit. A spell is required to transfer items to the Claimed sheet. Just say the magic words Copy-Pastea. XD I transferred your gear and revised the Loot page.
Huni’s last name is Vizzini… It’s not inconceivable he’s wrong. :p
Split the.. WHAT? That really cuts into Huni's profit margin. He's a monk, so he needs his ascetic drip and bling! :P
Hûnidark leads the mule and Marko across the stream. He pays attention as Jenneleth’s narrates, noting the sites. ”Seems a fine town, Miss… Should we leave these two,” he marks the prisoner’s with his glance, ”with Garyld before calling on your Da?”
Status: HP: 13 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Hûnidark frowns at the answer before bursting into a throaty laugh. He points down, ”Thought you meant here, on this side of the river.” He chuckles a bit more, ”Miss is known here. Her word will be strong, even if we are an odd group. It makes sense to leave them here.”
"Why would we leave them here?"
I loaded a different but similar image above. Hopefully it works. That said, Huni probably wouldn't, true. You, on the other hand, would do it in a heartbeat. :P Slander! Lies! Calumny! ... also true. XD
Hûnidark wades into the stream...
We are on our way! Using my Damage Taken to XP ratio... I just need to soak 143.25 more damage and I'll be ready to level up! Piece of cake! XD
Elyan, would you First Aid me when you have a chance? I'm down to 5 of 14 HP. Thanks!
Chief? Or am I reading that wrong?
@Spiro re:Loot List : Sorry! I'll update the permissions so you guys can update the sheet as needed. OK... you should all have edit permission now
To Hûnidark's surprise Jenneleth accepts his offer and is helped upon the steed. Only his widening eyes display his surprise. Delicately, and with utmost care, he lifts the woman by her waist, as if he were transporting a fragile vase. She’s so small. He doesn’t back away from the horse until Jenneleth’s feet are securely in the stirrups. It was a strange moment, like from the tales he’d read as a boy. The noble knight, full of pure intentions, helped the fair damsel onto his destrier. He’d always wanted to be the knight but, in his head, he’d almost always been cast in the role of the defeated – and very dead – ogre. But now, well, this was maybe the closest he’d ever be to feeling like a real knight.
Maybe she read the same stories as a girl? he thought, because she was weaving a moment, a feeling, he would always treasure. He puts his hand over his heart and stumbles a bit over his phrasing, ”It’s… That’s a… great honor, Miss. Thank you.” As the troop proceeds along the road, the over-bright sun and the pounding in Hûnidark’s skull from the brigand’s savage blow seem somewhat lessened or maybe weighing those against the moment with Jenneleth seemed a fair trade.
"I can ride Good Brother and as long as the brute is secure and silent I will keep my magicks to myself..." The monk nods then walks over to inspect the unconscious prisoner bound over the rump of the horse, slapping his face to make sure he’s well and truly out. ”He’s out, Miss. If he wakes up and worries you, I’ll put him out again.” Hûnidark hesitantly makes a motion to help the lady onto the horse, if she needs it. He expects her to decline, but it was the right thing to do. "Wait! We are no red-masked cultists! Please... I'd have no truck with such as them! Please believe me!" ”Don’t matter what I believe. That’s up to the magistrate.”
From where he stands by the horse, debating how best to continue the journey, Hûnidark offers another alternative. ”Robbery, maybe extortion, and ransom... Fetters prove little.” He tacks to the matter at hand. ”Miss, can you ride? If you can, we’ll put you on the horse and tie the leader like a saddlebag behind you. Marko there will be tied to the mule and walk behind it... If you can’t ride, I can carry you.”
Loot list updated... minus the personal clothing.
Hûnidark soberly reflects on the story. ”Well, Marko of Thurmaster, it’s possible Carlanis thought he’d be doing right... except he picked you because you and your friends looked like common men we’d mistake for guardsmen, not those thugs with their bows. Few men can spot a wytch or necromancer on sight, and Carlanis ain’t one of them. What he could spy was folks that might have purses fat enough to be worth stealing. He led you into banditry not heroics. Maybe you knew that, maybe you didn’t - the law will decide. But, you’d be a fool to follow his lead when you come before a magistrate. He’ll fit you for a noose just like he fit your friends for coffins.” He regards the bodies for a moment, noting the clean cuts... and frowns. After a moment, he makes sure Marko’s fetters are secured to the tree trunk and leaves the man to mourn his dead friends while he goes to strip Carlanis of his gear and valuables as well as retrieving Marko's dropped weapon. Status: HP: 5 / 14 | AC: 13 (12 w/o DEX)
Stun (1): Fate (3): x
Hûnidark begins walking the prisoner over to the tree stump, where they can continue the interrogation with the others while sitting down. The half-orc very much wants to get out of the sunshine with his pounding skull and rest a bit. He listens to Marko’s tale and looks at the man closely. His story had an air about it… a lot of naivete and a fair amount of truth. ”Where did Carlanis find you? I’m thinking you grew up here. Where ya from?”
BD, where are we on the map? Are we on the Old Trade Road by the Lyrchwood or elsewhere?
Hûnidark lightens his grip on the man’s throat immediately, more out of embarrassment at his momentary lapse of control than for any other reason. He nods, ”Accepted. Now, do you have any prisoners nearby, maybe in a hideout? Think hard. We’re turning you over to the law. Any help you give might lower your punishment. And letting some innocent die makes things far worse for you.” |