Harbador eyes the ogre with the trained sense of a fencer, searching for any sort of an opening to exploit. When the beast opens its flank he nimbly darts forward, charging the exposed monster.
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The cold stab of fear sticks into Harbador's gut as the monster fells his companion. Gritting his teeth, he drops his bow and draws his blade, moving to flank the monster while trying not to attract its attention.
They never listen do they! Harbador draws his shortbow and fires an arrow at the Ogre.
A momentary flash of fear spreads across Harbador's face but he quickly gets control of it and grits his jaw in determination.
"Week no quarrel with your dinner! We were simply searching for diseased sheep. We're from the north and a pox has been spreading, a nasty one at that! See if you eat a sheep that has the pox, things wont go to well for you! You should head into the wilds more! Harder prey but safer from disease!" Bluff:
"Some of you have made it your chosen duty to protect this noblewoman and I do not think ill of any of you for that choice. But, does this woman not have a duty to ensure the safety of her charges? We seek not derail the journey, but to check on those who may not be able fend for themselves. A simple look, that is all. If we meet with anything beyond our skill we will retreat."
Gripping his bow more tightly, Harbador glances about cautiously.
To see if there any nearby farmsteads
As the sun wakes the camp Harbador rises with a smile on his face. Our throats weren't slit in the night, lovely surprise! Unless they were and this is Elysium.... Stretching the last bit of strain out of his muscles, he idly toys with the hole in his clothing made the arrows from yesterday's battle as the others gather. "Aye let the small folks take the horse, they'll be able to keep up with our brisker pace. I've taken a bow from the lot, more arrows as well. These seem well made, perhaps our enemies are better connected than they seem? Though such gear could be common in these lands, do any of you know?" As the party assembles Harbador moves towards the front of the column. "May i take point? My eyes are sharp, I should hopefully be able to spot an ambush" He pauses and cracks a smile "And if they fail the screams will alert you."
Hearing Zax's words Harbador lets out a chuckle Fine by me, stay up and stare at the trees; though remember it was my 'populist' eyes that saw these bandits. I care little for your titles and claims, yet you are both people and I'll do my best to ensure nothing befalls either of you. He then liberates one of the dead bandits of a bow and quiver of arrows and heads to a place near the fire to sleep.
Harbador returns from with the horses(or just returns if there were no horses), as Zaxarii speaks the half-elf lightly touches the healed arrow wound. Once the cleric finishes he replies "Court wizards? I may be new to Brevoy but that seems like a bit of a stretch; the watch will probably just beat a confession out of him then hang him. What Bandavaar suggest could be even more merciful then the touch of your land's noble houses if they are anything like the highborn of Galt. Eye for an eye in my mind, but I've spoken that already and I'll wait fort the rest of the band's vote to determine this man's fate."
Looking down at the tiny humanoid Harbador shakes his head and his eyes grow cold.
I'm not sure about others, but I don't feel like things are getting confrontational, the characters are just disagreeing. I think that vengeance is a rational feeling after assassins literally just struck, regardless of one's alignment. No one has made a move to harm the prisoner yet, the characters seem to be just voicing their concerns/feelings. It wouldn't be as interesting if we all just agreed :D
Catching his breath after the battle, Harbador limps across the field to retrieve his bow and then walks towards the group's captive. Spitting blood, his face is a mask of pain and anger. He speaks lowly and carefully. I agree with Bandavaar, we should slay this cur. Interrogate him if you will, but we risk too much taking him with us. Not only could he slip free from his bonds and attack us, but he'll slow us down while and our pace is already encumbered. We are fleeing assassins after all...
How many horses are there? Harbador will try to gather their reins and bring them to the larger group.
As his allies close into melee and befuddle his aim, Harbador mimics the bandits and drops his bow, drawing his rapier and positioning himself to charge the flank of the bandit in E15. Panting heavily and doing the best he can to ignore the pain of his wounds he tries to focus his thoughts.
Reeling from pain and from shock, Harbador spits out a gob of blood and grits his teeth, aiming at the same target he shot before/
Ducking the missiles flying over head, Harbador quickly draws another arrow from his quiver and fires again at the bandit in D15.
"I'm no friend of Lebedar but you made your choice!"
Harbador draws his bow and returns fire at the bandit in D15.
hmm perhaps it is better to be feared than loved... Harbador is going to tactically withdraw to position C6.
To Gustav
When Harbador sees the bandits creeping upon the camp
Shouting loud enough to alert my companions
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To Gustav Harbador stares darkly at the fire when the question is brought up. After a few moments he replies "The right decision at what seems to have been the wrong time is what caused me to flee my homeland. But no matter, Brevoy is a lovely place I'm told, though not to terribly sure when it's supposed start getting lovely...maybe in the Spring?" To Bandavaar "I am Harbador Hex, or just Plain Harbador Hex as Zaxarii seems to like calling me. I call Galt my home though as of late it hasn't been too homey. And Katapesh eh? I've never been myself, I must try to get across the Inner Sea, with this night's cold I think the heat would make a pleasurable change." After chatting with his companions Harbador busies himself with tending to his equipment and then finds the best vantage point to stand watch at, keeping his rapier within easy reach
Harbador sets off from the lead keeping a careful eye out for things out of the ordinary. He tries to set a cautious pace in part to avoid walking into an ambush yet also to make sure those with shorter legs can keep up. Over the course of the journey he tries to strike up conversation with his companions. It was Bandavaar, right? What brought you into your service? Don't those types usually employ Sirs or Madams or Sers or however they call it? I mean no offense of course, quite the contrary in fact! It's quite amendable that Elanna employs bodyguards who aren't so rigidly...formal?
Harbador fails to stifle a laugh as Bandavaar alludes to the relationship between the Bloodletter and the halfling. Quickly he tries to change the subject. "Perhaps, with her leave I could disguise your charge. That goes for all those traveling over land. We are..." His eyes dart over towards the gnome, half-orc, and halfling as he searches for the right words. "...something of a unique band. A sight such as ourselves will surely attract attention and word can travel fast to ears who wish to hear. I would recommend to that we avoid these sheep farms in the area, while they may be a comfortable place to rest our heads but we'll stand out worse than...well I don't think we could stand out more than we already are."
Harbador listens intently as he gathers his supplies.
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Harbador lets outs a whoop of joy when he emerges alive from the confines of the ship yet his demeanor immediately sours at the state the ship is in. "Seditious fool? Come now surely you could've come up with a wittier jape than that. Seditious I may be, but I do need to get to Silverhall and I never fancied myself much of a swimmer so I'll accompany you over land if you require a quick blade and a subtly that many of my stalwart companions seem to slack. Safety in numbers after all." After pouring water from his hat and adjusting his wig, Harbador speaks again "The question still remains though, what enemy do you have capable of calling down a storm such as this? State-security aside, I'm sure we'd all rest more easily having some sort of an idea about the enemy we face"
"Aye Zaxarii speaks sense, magical storms don't appear simply to water the crops. This is an attack of some sorts." Harbador shoulders his pack and follows the others below, stopping momentarily near the bodyguard and saying under his breath "Warrior, who would want your master dead? What sort of threat could we be facing?"
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Harbador stares blankly at the approach of the gnome, not sure what to make of her. Sensing he probably wont get much sympathy from the others he simply shrugs and stands up, stretching his limbs and watching the approach of the storm. Have no fear folks, I'm sure the captain will pilot this craft just fine. That still raises a question of you'd like to try and touch lightening, but far be it from me to stop one from trying, the skies the limit after all... Hearing the tall man Harbador chuckles It's all well and good to doge one's opponents, but if lightening strikes this ship I fear no amount of dexterity would save us realizing the trepidations his fellow passengers seem to have about storms he quickly follows up But then again the chances of that happening are astronomical, improbable really...
"Die in service of a greater cause? We have far more in common than you would know. The cause is what drove me to this land and into such lovely company." Harbador says dryly. Seeing the new man approach he nods a greeting and says "Hello there, what brings you here? Any news from your travels?"
"Mendev? Gods be kind and let your time there be short. What drives you to such a cursed land? Joining the crusade?"
Seeing Zaxarii's reaction Harbador lets out a short Definitely not the lords and ladies of Golarion's far too many courts; but the farmer, the miller, and the craftsman who seek only an honest day's work will take a weary traveler in more often than not. Harbador sets his bag on the ground and sits upon it, mindful of his rapier as he does. Hearing what the halfing says his eyes go wide with interest and rests his hand upon his chin. With his other hand he toys with the brim of his leather hat. Magic? You pack quite the surprise! I've seen many mundane tricks in my days but very few true mages. Such an interesting journey this will most surely be.
"Ah I'm sorry that you've had so many struggles since you've left home. I'm sure you'll find most of the larger folk in life are quite benevolent, though a few bad apples tend to spoil the bunch. Ancestor's gift? What sort of gift is that?"
"Well, I'm surely not a man at arms, but I am man of arms. But if one thinks my blade is only for show, well that already gives me the upper hand."
Harbador remains standing as he talks to Zintare.
Harbador smiles at the bow. "Master Hex? No masters here, simply an equal. And just Harbador will do if you please. What brings you and your lady to the sea..er lake? And Lebeda you say? The Goddess of the Roads works in mysterious ways! I seek business with a scion of just such a house."Harbador turns towards the halfing hiding behind the crates and outstretches his hand.
Returning the half-orcs gaze with a smile Harbador replies "Simply an observation my good man. Tell me, did you notice any eyes watching us in port? I sure didn't but my sight isn't too good. Anyone with ill intent would've seen the fine clothes and the big lug following her. Scouts for pirates or bandits perhaps? Makes the ship a target I say. Then again no use in bringing bad luck on us." The half-elf presents a gloved hand. "Harbador Hex, a pleasure"
Harbador's eyes are glued to the dock,he's obviously agitated about something and only once the ship leaves the port does he relax. Seeing the noblewoman pass his features sharpen with scorn, borderline disgust but they quickly soften once she she is locked out of sight in the captains cabins. Harbador walks up to the prow of the ship to one of the other passengers and greets him in the common tongue. Good day sir! Do you know that woman is? She seems very out of place on a ship like this. Bad luck to have them on these types of vessels.. the Half-elf pauses realizing what he said and quickly adds Nobles I mean, not women.
I used to live in the north burbs of chicago too, closer to the city though! Now I'm in Montreal, Canada.
I was planning on putting in some political intrigue as well.
Flee they said! Did Aspex the Even-tongued flee when pursued by Taldan dogs? Did Alysand Benedict flee when confronted by the diabolical forces of house Thrune? Then again, the patient blade is the one that remains sharp...or something like that Harbador wraps himself deeper in the folds of his black coat as winds catch the furrowed sails. Peering out over the edge of the ship towards the port, the young half-elf looks for a familiar face but finds none. He steps away from the edge of the ship and mutters absentmindedly The journey is a struggle fit for a Shepard so that he may know the hardships of the flock. That was Andoran if i'm not mistaken. Harbador seeks his uncle in Silverhall first and foremost, though bitter from fleeing Galt he's beginning to have doubts over whether he should continue as directed or break for Skywatch in pursuit of the mysteries that lay behind its ancient walls.
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