Helga laughs, and it comes out as a hyena's hooting call as she lopes to one side moving around the arriving serpent to get an angle to attack.
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Helga munches, looking forward to a new and strange experience.
"Beautifully done, Atzi. It seems these challenges are effortless for a druid, but a trial for anyone else."
"In the Saga of Eric the Wooden-Legged, a Stormbird used it's screech to confuse his crew, that attacked him with rays of light. It's a fierce monster by all accounts, but perhaps we can avoid offending it?" Helga casts a sidelong glance at Atzi.
Knowledge (pretty much anything): What's a "stormbird"?
"Let's take this back to our new friend and find out," Helga suggests lightly.
"Not a problem, my friend, skill at wits can be as useful as skill at arms," Helga says, and shrugs easily. "Any time you want to make me stronger or faster is good by me."
"It certainly promises to be interesting," Helga agrees, dispensing of her pack and most of her gear save a dagger and her leather armour.
"Well the locals dive here, and they didn't mention any monsters..." Helga remarks and pauses. "OK, that does not mean there are no monsters. We go armed."
"Diving shouldn't be too hard, this water doesn't even have any ice in it," Helga remarks. She tries her hand at bartering for the things we'll need: Diplomacy:
"Oh aye, that we do sir," Helga calls up cheerfully. "We are embarking on an adventure to explore the ruins of an ancient city, and we heard tell that you were the best person to guide us that way. Would you hear what we have to say?" Diplomacy:
"Aye, though I'd prefer something that can hold a tune," Helga agrees.
"It's a challenge, but not an impossible one," Helga remarks cheerfully.
Helga summons up a drum and beats it to keep the rowers in time. She keeps a wary eye out for rocks as she does so, and guides the boat around them. Perception: Profession (sailor):
"Let's take a boat there, I think it will be easier," Helga suggests.
"I'm quite surprised, I was never all that good with a blade," Helga shrugs. "Sometimes, though, you just have to go for it. Now, who could use a kukri, and who needs the amulet most?"
Helga sheaths her blade, and draws a deep breath. "That was invigorating," she remarks cheerfully. "Does this happen a lot around here?"
Well I was torn...hold a grease spell and wait to see what Umargo did, or just go for broke and run him through...in the end I decided that Helga would just go for it - and got a 20. When I saw I had a crit I had to think of something dramatic to say... And Caithen is welcome!
Helga draws her rapier as she lunges at the reeling fanatic: Attack: Damage: Confirm: Damage: "Go to your gods and tell them the Ulfen sent you!"
Helga drags Jask back away from the fray and whispers a charm for healing. Cure Light Wounds:
Helga also dives for the falling Jask... Strength check: ...if he falls on Umargo's initiative, I got him!
Readied action: Use wand. Who's goes off first?
Helga sneaks off the top of the ladder, moving aside and holding her wand ready to 'zap' the anyone who turns around... Stealth: ...oh crap...
Motioning the others to silence, Helga first gestures to Atzi and makes a wing-flapping motion with her hands, then starts up the ladder very slowly and carefully, her wand in her teeth. [ooc]Yes, I know it's meant to be a cutless, but the wand is quieter.[ooc]
At the rear of the building, are there any windows or doors? Cellar entrance?
Helga makes for the double doors at the back of the main building and checks them swiftly. Perception:
Helga leads the way, creeping around the building and keeping her eyes peeled for other guards or traps, anything that could give us away... Stealth:
Helga nods, and draws out her wand of sleep. Hunkering down to stay as hidden as possible she points it at the guard and whispers the activation word.
"If we steal past the carcass and follow around to the left, behind that warehouse, we should be able to get close to the back of the main building with none the wiser," Helga whispers.
"We'll have to stay quiet and keep to the shadows," Helga mutters. "Lead on, Atzi." Stealth:
"Get under cover," Helga mutters. "We need to think about this...try and find a way of getting into that building without them noticing, or else wait until he finishes ranting."
"Aye. I'm in," Helga confirms. Knowledge (local): "I have no idea where it is, probably near the waterfront though."
"Good grief, this is not looking promising," Helga mutters. "What happens if we are seriously attacked in the wilds?"
Helga draws a bead on the arsonist and lets fly: Attack: Damage: Attack: Damage:
Helga draws and shoots two shafts in quick succession . Attack: Damage: Attack: Damage:
"Oh good grief," Helga mutters, stringing her new bow, and fitting an arrow.
"Pardon me for interjecting, but it seems to me that you have something of a stalemate. One vote for the Sargavan Government, one for the Pathfinders and one for the Free Captains. If that excludes the others, why don't the rest of your party cast a vote based on those three?" "Now there is a good suggestion - Corvus, what say you? You are perhaps more familiar with all three of these."
"I prefer the spirit of the Pathfinders - if they want knowledge it can be shared without diminishing it's value, and we can keep any gold! Besides, they're less likely to slip a knife between our ribs at all. Enough others will want us dead without us having to worry about our supposed allies as well."
"Madam the only thing I seek at this moment is some inkling of peace and sanity in the world!" "What in the seven worlds gave you the idea there'd be any of that around?" Helga laughs aloud. "The gods have placed the pieces of fate in out hands, and they won't take kindly to our trying to cast them aside. Aerys has the right of it, you are going to have a very...eventful safari even if you aren't looking for the lost city. So, now we've established there's no chance of your safari happening, lets decide whose help we'll accept and who we're going to fight in the jungle!" Helga claps Caithan companionably on the shoulder.
"What makes you think that? A safari's a hunt, for sport, though it doesn't have to succeed to be worthwhile. Did that damnable Ishirou talk to you too?" "Oh no, Gerlik did. It sounds like a grand idea to me! And," she adds with a laugh, "I don't think you'll get much peace otherwise!"
"This 'Safari' of yours - were you maybe thinking of looking for a lost city? It's just that well, if you are intending to go romping around the jungle, it may as well have a purpose, eh? And what can be more fun than uncovering ancient treasures and old knowledge?"
"As you joined us later you may not have known this but..." She looks around to make sure no one was listening before whispering. "She said it was her mothers associates and they would be the ones she called the Red Mantis. I'm not sure who they are really only that she was hesitant to speak about it on the island..." "Some dangerous secret cult, then? Not people we'd want to deal with, then," Helga nods thoughtfully. "But perhaps the type that will dog our footsteps if we don't. Ah well, no-one lives forever. If we are going seeking this lost city - though a city is a mighty difficult thing to lose, I'm thinking - then I'd rather go with someone I can trust not to plant a knife in my back." Knowledge (most of them): Who are the Red Mantis?
"Gerlik offered the aid of the Pathfinders as well. They have a good reputation, even if he makes my skin crawl. Who are her associates? I think we should know before we take help off anyone."
To Gerlik:
"That will depend on my companions, Gerlik. We'll discuss your venture captain's offer, and if we decide to take it up we'll want to speak to her directly." Helga goes in search of the others, giving them the nod that she has some information.
To Gerlik: Helga grinds her teeth, but isn't fool enough to look a gift horse in the mouth, let alone slap it there.
"Really? What kind of help could they offer us, should we choose to go there?"
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