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helna wanders over, lifting up a hoof and looking at the shoe. Hmpfh. I am clueless... Sorry she lowers Sparklefoot's hoof. should we say something... to someone... about the bodies? about what we found? are we caring for the halfling...? Helna asks out loud to no one (but everyone) in particular.
Helna continues to gather and pile the body parts. As my Master would tell me there's nothing that fire cannot burn away. even magic she says to everyone, tossing a limb onto the body part pile. I could make a fire...Was going to do that for these remains. Not right to just leave them scattered. Some wood, little spark, and then a steady breeze upon it, it'll burn it up in no time. She stops and looks at everyone. could we try to burn off the mark? i mean, with this fire, what i just said, i could heat a bit of iron up and we could sear off the mark... maybe that might work? or should we just make do with it til the next inn and then burn it?
helna shrugs her shoulders. I know not. Arcane signs and sigils wasnt mentioned in my training. Only steel and throwing. She walks over and starts to gather parts with Agggh. grisly business. she says to make conversation with her fellow dwarf.
Helna shouts out from her perch upon a wagon wheel she waves her free hand to get everyones attention. Hellig! we need your help! we have a live one!
Helna looks dispassionately at the injured horse. seems a waste of healing upon it. But alas. Not my call she shrugs simply The horse and wagon looks to have stopped over there. I'll go grab it and bring it back here. Ceirn, would you be a good man and go get Sparklefoot? Without waiting for a reply, the dwarf walks over to the wagon, staying out of sight of the horse. She climbs onto the wagon and sets the brake before leaping down and slowly approaching the horse.
he must be stopped! helna yells out in agreement to Priscilla. the dwarf unsheathes a blade from her bandolier. She looks at the man for a moment, gauging distance. She runs forward a few feet and then launches the dagger far into the air...
Helna scratches her head as she steps off, following the group.
Ten miles... awful long way to walk. took us most of the daylight to walk here. Dont feel like walking in the darkness to the next place Helna grunts sourly. But, if we wish to walk some more, i am up for it. I still have some more energy in these thighs to make the distance. We'd have to be on guard for Drow, or other creatures that come out at night in old Myth Drannor. she sheaths her blade upon her bandolier.
Helna says out loud My desire to meet these Silver ravens... seems like its upon a knifes edge. I dont wish to run into them she pulls a dagger out and tests the edge upon her nail would be nice to clip their wings
saddles for all of us?! that would be a treat! and a gypsy wagon! that would be a treat! would have a spot for a stove as well! Oooo could have hot cakes on the road! helna trails off as she steps down the trail.
but... but... jewels helna mutters loudly. she stops for a moment, just looking, before shaking her head and catching up to the group.
Helna, who had been lingering in the background and letting others speak, finally steps forward.
sorry, i got nothing. she stands up, walking away. ***
well helna starts, stepping up to Priscilla, a look of amusement writ upon her dwarven face. that sounds like an interesting dinner story tonight, dont you think?.
Helna hands over to ceirn a small stack of 12 gold pieces. For you, good sir. Nothing special for me. just some trail rations and mead please. I am already well provisioned for the road. She walks over to Naomi and says if it's alright with you, i'll accompany you with getting the mule. Seems best if we didnt venture to far afield of each other. never know when one of those silver ravens might hit us... she trails off, looking up and down the street.
helna groans at Aggh. make one!? how long will that take? id rather get our supplies and get on the road... Helna trails off, looking at everyone for input.
helna nods at what Priscilla says.
dwarven:
indeed. But I fear that the longer we delay here, the greater the lead our competition has on getting to Hap. in common, helna looks at Arrgh.
Oh wow! that is just too funny. Hey! hey im glad i found you guys! you need to see this! It's hellig! she cuts off, bending over to laugh. She slaps the railing with heavy blows, causing it to tremble with each pat.
well, alright. no shenanigans for us...
Helna bows to Naomi. that one's my fourth. not exactly my best work, but it has been known to come in handy when a man is a bit too forward she laughs, shrugging off the woman taking her blade. The blade itself is narrow, just wider than a stiletto, but narrower than a traditional dagger. yet, its tip is sharp, and has several long scratches marring the otherwise pristine polish upon it.
priscilla: Yes, drink... listen. I dont like the looks of these silver ravens, and i definitly dont like the idea of them getting the drop on us by leaving tonight. I dont know about you, but i walk everywhere, cannot afford a horse. By the look of them, i bet they not only can afford a horse, but all have one. What say you and i go check their mounts. I mean, im sure we can find a special treat for them, no?
Helna bows to Aggghhh Many apologies, good sir. to you as well, Miss. she bows to Naomi. i meant it only in jest. Sometimes i get a head of myself she bows again at Naomi.
helna says loudly to Hellig i bet your tools are larger than the rest of them! and she laughs loudly Helna pulls out a narrow dagger with a subdued wood handle. She twirls it back and forth over her fingers, flips it up, catches it by the handle.
with a final thrust, she jams the dagger into the table between the ring finger and middle finger. she leans back, letting go of Naomi's, laughing. chuckling, she catches Priscilla's eye and moves over to her. bending over, she says loud enough for Priscilla's ears alone we should talk.
Helna's face looks as if she swallowed a glass of milk.
Helna blushes briefly at the compliments to her blades.
Name's Helna. the blue tinged dwarf says simply. She nods at everyone, a simplistic greeting from the short female.
Helna looks over at Priscilla, and she glowers at the halfling woman.
A young dwarf maiden, palest blonde hair with equally pale skin (is that a tinge of blue to her skin?) stands up from a table at the far end of the room.
I, the dm, am going to include a DMPC. This one. Shes been a character concept ive noodled for the longest time, so im going to play it out.
She can be the harvester of sorrow.
She can be the harvester of sorrow.
Dotting to read more tomorrow Btw, this is rizzenmagnus
Helna will rush forward and climb up next to Anduriel.
Helna clicks her pony into motion down the path. As she passes Boram, she looks at him and remarks but still a pony. falling in behind whomever takes lead, Helna pulls out a large dagger from her bandolier and begins to run three fingers over the edge of the blade.
Helna catches the look that the dockmaster directed towards her companion. She looks Elann up and down a moment, taking in the curves of her fellow female.
Helna curtsies deeply to Allura. As you command, Mistress. she follows her action by rushing out of the room and gathering her gear.
Helna hangs back, watching, allowing others to do all the talking. She does, however, brighten when the merchant talks about wine.
Shhhhh, my lady. not so loud! ohhh my head.... not bothering to wait for the offering to fizz up fully in the cup, Helna grasps the cup, lifts it to her lips, and nocks it back as only and expert at taking shots can do. She shakes her head once, and then nearly falls on the floor as her body wobbles.
What i learned? Quills sound horribly loud when you havent slept, you worked the forge for a few hours, and then spent the rest of the night drinking with the forgemaster. she smacks her lips and then perks up.
Helna nods once to Anduriel. Charmed. she slips closer to the half elf, and mutters we can chat more later. Mal-who? she mutters to no one in particular, leaning against her desk, grimacing slightly as her head pulses once more.
i do be that.
ooooooooo my head.... the dwarf maiden groans, setting down the quill. Short, even for being a dwarf, her feet dangle just above the foot rung upon the stool she sits upon. Her hair is frost blue, with white highlights, and her pale skin holds a tint of blue as well. Elbows slam hard into the desk and her unusually scarred hands prop up her head as she drops it into her palms.
the dwarf slumps onto the desk with another long, sorrowful groan.
well, here's my dwarven throwing sniper sorcerer |
