With the creature focused on the small spellslinger, Hawk slides in behind and stabs at its back.
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Hawk will also search for fruits of some sort.
Hawk does his best impression of a blind and drunk ranger. "Is this a fruit or a vegetable?"
Hawk follows along, distrustfully watching the evil plant until they are well away from it.
Practically reading her mind, Hawk quips, "Plant-Killer!" and then adds, "Is that everything we wanted to collect? I'm ready to let the druidess do some herbal analysis while we get a drink."
"Sure... I am getting really good at sprinting for my life."
Hawk looks around, trying to spy their mysterious benefactor. Whether he sees the person or not, he offer him/her a courtly bow and his thanks. "Thanks for your help. We would like to speak with you, if you are willing... We'll come back later if you'd rather speak then. Or, if not... thank you all the same. We owe you a debt."
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Hawk seals the wineskin of cursed water and stand ready to carry Opi to the druid if she succumbs to paralysis.
Hawk slugs down the remaining water from his waterskin then slowly circles around toward the fountain - staying as far away from the Devil Shrub as possible. He uses his mind to telekinetically carry the skin to the fountain.
Hawk spits out the vestiges of withered evil plant. He says with relief that matches his distaste for what he's cleaning from his mouth. "Much better, thanks. I'd kiss you but then you'd get to taste this foul plant gack. At the risk of sounding completely chicken... how about we return all the samples to the druid? I'd rather not meet that plant again quite so soon."
With two tendrils growing through his jaw and latching onto his soft palate, Hawk's frantic commentary is less than insightful. "Icka ook mmnemblema GEKC oot."
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Hey folks, Sorry for unexplained absence. I got dragged into an unplanned business trip that went far longer than advertised. I'll catch up and post as soon as I can - most likely tomorrow. If you've had to replace my character in the mean time, I understand.
Sounding a lot more calm than he feels, Hawk says, "It's a sample. Let's get it to Leah. Maybe it will be helpful. Also, she gave us a couple bottles of goo or somesuch to stave off the curse." Now that they are both out of dart range, he sets off at a good pace for the Druidess' place.
Hawk looks at the nasty seed with alarm. "I think... I agree. Let's make like a demented, evil, cursed, vile, dart-firing, tree and leaf!" He bolts toward the gate and waits for Opi to catch up.
Hawk brandishes his rapier and slashes at the offending shrubbery, "Back, vegetative varlet!" BOOM:
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"My bet? The creepy plants are a ruse. The smart money is on Acid-Vomiting Devil Monkeys."
Using TK, Hawk collects some of the flowers. "Not exactly what I'd call an enchanting grotto."
"Might hurt your social life. I hear there are men that don't like dating tall women."
Hawk nods. "I like this plan."
Hawk assists in the grisly task.
Hawk lets out an annoyed "Oy!" as the monster ignores him. He slides into a flanking position with Karlia and drives his blade toward the towering creature's spine - hoping to make it pay for the slight.
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Unless I'm missing something, I think the ball is in your court, Red.
Word association, fun!
Hawk spins, twirls, and leaps - attempting to close the distance with his opponent without getting smashed into paste. Then his rapier flicks out, aiming to skewer the ogre's eye.
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"Hawk you want to be as big as they are?" "Ohhh... raincheck?" Hawk replies as he draws his rapier, "With this pigsticker, I rely more on skill than strength." He whips the rapier in the direction of the lumbering ogre. A phantom shadow of the blade flies at the beast.
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Gracias! Just didn't want this game to vanish. :)
"Seems the gardener position is filled." Hawk follows Opi, helping with the collection process while keeping an eye out for the mysterious gardener or any other strange things.
"Right. Let's go ask her... But assuming it's a real person, not some shambling abomination, let's agree to no touching." With a nod of agreement, Hawk strides off after the woman calling out. "Excuse me, Miss! I've got a couple questions about the property."
Iknowright?! So at one painful 'team-building' meeting/exercise I was at a few years back, the question we all had to answer for the group was "what are your hobbies?" Normally, I'd come up with some mundane hobby but I was curious to gauge reactions or the dozen or so folks in the room. So I said "I play RPGs - role-playing games." Silence "Games like Dungeons and Dragons." Silence I didn't see recognition or even interest.
Once each sample is nudged loose, Hawk uses his telekinetic abilities to place the samples in their collection bag. As they gather twigs, leaves, and everything else, he admires the house and idly speculates, "Silver lining here... I bet we could buy this place for a song if we toss in a bid before we lift the curse. Sure, it's an eyesore now but if we de-curse-ify it and get in a gardener..."
Hey folks, sorry for going radio silent. I was on the road (for work) outside the country and my computer chose to slag its hard-drive. My employer decided that I didn't need a replacement laptop until I got home. If you've decided to drop/replace me - I totally understand. It was my fault for not making more effort to get a message out. Just let me know if I'm in or out. If I'm still in - I'll try to catch up and post immediately. It will likely be tomorrow since I am jet-lagged all to hell.
"Shears and a duffle are smart ideas... but we won't need gloves. I can handle that."
"Good afternoon, Miss Redoak." Hawk says with a polite bow and a nervous look at the massive cat, "For good or ill, we've volunteered to try to get to the bottom of this 'curse' business. And we were reliably informed we'd be clod-pated idiots if we didn't seek you out to get the facts around the matter... Niiice kitty." He offers the back of his hand for the tiger to sniff, and hopes the beast doesn't claim his entire arm.
Sorry, I dropped off the radar there. I had to go on an emergency business trip, got caught in the Delta Airlines debacle, and came back with the flu... so I'm just now feeling human again.
"We'll definitely return to speak with Miss Lyrean." With polite goodbyes to the acolytes, Hawk heads out and follows the directions to Redoak's home.
"To be fair... she's awesome, Karlia's amazing, and I'm dazzling every so often." He gives the acolytes his best 'trust me I've done this before' smile.
"I'm up for anything that doesn't require hanging around a church for hours. Holy ground gives me the heebie-jeebies."
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