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Hjorleif grins at the half-elf, "Yeah, sure thing. You're the one who can save our arses if something goes wrong, so best to keep you protected!" His grin changes to a scowl as he gives the back of his sweaty neck a hard slap. "Unless it helps fend off these blasted bugs! Then I want it back!"

Before leaving, Hjorleif takes the cloak offered by Walthus. "Oh, no need to repay us, but if you insist. I'm sure we'll put this to good use! We can stop back after we've taken care of the goblins... check up and make sure no more of those stalker things are around. Come on, friends, we have goblins to kill!"

With that, Hjorleif gestures to his companions and leads the way out of Walthus' house. Once outside, he grins and holds up the magical cloak, "So... who gets it?"

"Aye, my friends are right. Hard as it is for me to decline a meal, I think we should take care of these goblins sooner than later. If we can make it there and back before nightfall, that is..."

"That beastie told us the goblins are on a trail south of here. We were just headed that way when Ceru here," Hjorleif nods at the gnome, "caught that thing changing into something ugly."

Hjorleif secures his greataxe to his back as he sees the halfling fall to the floor. "Hrm... this one doesn't strike me as another one of those shapechanging monsters." He pushes through the others and kneels by the small man, scooping him up and lifting him gently onto the bed in the room. "Anyone able to help the little guy? Maybe he can tell us what happened." Hjorleif frowns with worry as he looks to his companions.

Hearing the sounds of combat in the kitchen die down, Hjorleif remains standing near the door leading outside the building. "What's going on in there?! Did we win? Any more beasties hiding around?" He keeps his greataxe readied, scanning the room for any signs of another creature.

(Sorry, wasn't sure if I needed to wait for the creature's action.)

Hjorleif remains by the door (the one leading outside, not into the kitchen) and readies an attack against the creature if it tries to flee.

Hearing Eden call out and hearing the sounds of commotion below, Hjorleif bounds back down the stairs. Seeing that there's not much room in the kitchen, he takes a position in front of the door and calls out to the others, "I've got the door if it tries to get away... or if there's more than one!"

"He was in this room when you saw him, right Ceru? All the doors are shut... I bet he's hiding upstairs. Someone stay down here if I'm wrong... I'll holler if I find the bastard!" Hjorleif bounds up the stairs to the second floor, axe at the ready.

We're out of initiative then? I guess speaking is a free action anyway...

Hjorleif breathes heavily as he surveys the room, blood pounding. "Where'd you go, you little beastie?! I say we search the house... give a shout if you see the thing! I'll give it a taste of Ulfen steel, haha!"

A suggestion having just finished running my first PbP...

I made all initiative rolls up front for the monsters and the PCs. Seems like that saved some time instead of waiting for everyone to post just to roll a d20.

Yaaay the GM's back! :D

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Hjorleif thunders after Renjiro, reaching to pull his greataxe from where it's strapped to his back. "Don't kill it too fast... my axe will taste its blood!" he shouts, his eyes burning with manic fury.

Hjorleif strokes his long beard in thought as he listens to Ceru. He responds with a grunt, "Hrm... If something's wrong, the goblins can wait a little longer. Best if I stay here... subtlety isn't exactly my specialty!" Realizing he's speaking a little too loudly, he looks around with a startled expression, making sure no two-faced halflings heard him. "Heh heh... like I said..."

Hjorleif frowns at the gnome in consternation, then nods in understanding. "Well he mentioned the old fishing path to the south... We could either backtrack and keep following the road or trudge through this festering swamp and hope we find it that way. No good options, if you ask me."

5% chance of making it! Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Hjorleif, oblivious to any secret messages or hidden dangers, shuffles impatiently. "Getting late?! Are ya crazy? The day's only just begun! I say we wasted enough time here... no offense, little guy. We got what we needed and helped him with his wound. Let's go kill some goblins!"

Hjorleif's smile widens as the halfling explains where the goblins are. "Haha! With your help, we'll find the monsters in no time! By the day's end, you won't have to worry about goblins in your swamp, my little friend. We owe you our thanks!"

He turns to his companions. "So, you want to take a quick look at his wounds, then we can be on our way? Oughta repay him for his assistance," he gives the halfling a friendly wink. "The sooner I can smash some goblin heads, the better!"

Hjorleif addresses the halfling with a smile. "Hey there, little fella. We're looking for a Walthus... we hear he knows a bit about this here swamp. Sheriff of Sandpoint sent us here to find some goblins that've been causing some trouble and hoped we could get some info on where the buggers might be hidin'." He clearly isn't making the connection between the very halfling-sounding name of 'Proudstump' and the person in front of them.

Hjorleif grins, "Nah... just kills 'em for sport!" He follows the others across the bridge.

Hjorleif looks at Ryoko apprehensively... his life in Irrisen imparted an ingrained sense of distrust regarding witchcraft and sorcery, and as far as he knows humans don't talk to swamp creatures naturally.

"Hrm... aye, I say we get a move on. More to get out of this swelterin' humidity than outta fear of some meaneater. That's what the axe is for... it's a maneater... eater."

Hjorleif snorts/laughs at the half-elf after swatting yet another pesky bug looking for a meal. "Feels like I'm walking through a steam bath! Nice up north where it's colder than a witch's teat, but not down here and wearin' all this metal!" He snickers to himself, "Or wearin' anything at all, for that matter, heh heh! I'll spare you that sight!"

His mirth is short-lived, however, as he steps squarely into a muddy puddle. "Gah! This is no place for an Ulfen! Give me tall mountains and snowy plains any day!"

As the party ventures further into the swamp, Hjorleif's usual jovial demeanor becomes more and more subdued. It's plainly evident that he is not enjoying this... his skin glistens with sweat, he constantly swats himself to fend off various biting insects, he looks around nervously trying to find the source of the various swampy noises...

He gives Eden a sideways glare at the half-elf's exuberant outburst, but otherwise remains silent aside from an occasional grumble.

Hjorleif strides after Renjiro, a small grin hidden under his long beard. He chuckles at the half-elf's enthusiasm and gives the druid a friendly (yet strong) slap on the back. "Haha! Aye, an adventure! Was looking to ditch the guard duty and go adventuring, myself... clobberin' monsters over the head, hidden treasure, nothing to tie ya down..."

Hjorleif frowns as he takes the map, looking for a pack or pouch to store it in. Finding none, he resigns himself to carrying it until he can buy some supplies. "Can't say I'm looking forward to trudging through a swamp, but if you think that's where the goblins are hidin' I won't complain. Thanks for the advice!"

The Ulfen turns to his companions after Hemlock finishes, "So, what d'you say we pay this Walthus fellow a visit? Sounds like our best bet on finding the filthy goblin-hole where the bastards live." Then in response to Renjiro's question, "I'll need to buy some supplies first, then I'll be ready to go. Rope's a good idea, maybe some food as well in case we're out there a couple days."

Before leaving the city, Hjorleif will head to a general store of some sort to buy the following items:

Hjorleif listens to the half-elf and the gnome with a slowly growing grin. As Ceru finishes speaking, the Ulfen throws his head back in a fit of deep laughter. "BAH HA HA HA! Talking to goblins?! Hoo hoo hoo, that's a good one! I'd wager you couldn't get two words out before they'd slice you open. Nothin' against you! That's just the way the filthy little cretins are."

"Miss Cloakchaser here's got the right idea, though. Except with a group like ours I imagine we'll not be the ones running for our lives! If they've still got their legs to run on, that is! Hahaha!" Hjorleif seems to find the idea of fighting goblins a little more exciting than one might call normal.

Hjorleif grins at the gnome, "Aye, little one, right on both accounts. Hjorleif Rafnslayer, though that's not my family name. Mistook a raven for a crow and shot it dead... big mistake to make up in Irrisen, let me tell you! And I was one of Sandru's guards. Was just about ready to quit too before those goblins showed up. But figured I'd do him one last favor and hunt down those green-skinned bastards." Unlike the half-elf, Hjorleif doesn't really know when to stop talking.

Hjorleif considers each person as they speak before nodding to himself in satisfaction. Once it seems no one else is about to volunteer, he speaks loudly once again, "So you four and me makes five, not including the pup there. An animal in a tavern! And you call us northerners crazy! Hahaha! As I said, a round of drinks for the brave warriors here!" As he waits for it to arrive he shouts, "We'll drink to the goblin hunters of Sandpoint! We'll make the crow-footed cowards pay for what they did! Bloody bastards caught us by surprise... those fireworks sting when you're just in your breeches!"

Hjorleif remains standing by the door for a moment, his massive arms folded below a braided beard that hangs to his chest. He frowns as he looks over the tavern crowd before loudly speaking in a thick Skald accent, "Well, milk-drinkers, you heard the man! Coin or no, I'll be out hunting goblins on the morrow after what they did. You don't look much like the fightin' type, but my axe and I would welcome any help!"

His boots thud against the wooden floor as he walks to an empty table and sits down, banging a fist on the table with a smile. "Ha ha! Now all that talkin's made a man thirsty. How about some strong ale from this fine establishment? Biggest mug ya got! And a round for anyone who'll join me tomorrow!"

Thanks for picking me! My profile should be all up-to-date and good to go.

Also, despite the avatar icon, I am not a dwarf. :P No good Ulfen options!