"Going downriver seems easier," Ionacu says with a shrug. "I'd bet they went that way."
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Ionacue climbs into the boat, not seeming happy about the situation, but seeing no real way to get out of it without coming across as yellow. And that would never do. No one's going to give you money if they can't trust you. I'll just stay in the back and hopefully find some way to escape. He keeps an eye out, however, worried some goblin guard could hit him with another pig-sticker.
You mean he could smell worse than he does now? Ionacu thinks, trying hard not to laugh at his own humor.
Great, no need for me to get stabbed ... Wait, what? He wants to go after the goblins when we could get the long arm of the law to do it? Distracted by the lunacy of Ethan's plan to chase a bunch of goblins into the dark, he fails to notice anything unusual.
Ionacue pauses as he's about to get in the boat and away from the law -- the back of course, as far from the paddles as possible -- at the swordsman's question. Maybe gold? And if so, maybe there'll be a reward for getting it back?
Not sure what my posting status will be for the next week or so. I was originally supposed to go on vacation to D.C. Monday through Wednesday, which might have limited my posting (though I'd probably still be able to check in at least once a day). Now that trip is up in the air thanks to Stormageddon: The Rainening. Anyway, if I'm home I may have lots of free time to post. Unless I lose power, in which case I won't be posting at all. So, to sum up, I'll either be posting a lot, the normal amount or not at all in the next few days.
Ionacu subtly takes a step back. Nothing good ever comes from the long arm of the law...
Ionacue looks surprised and, perhaps, a bit hurt at Dorin's words. "I have lots of redeeming qualities! You just have to get to know me. I just don't know how to follow goblin tracks!"
Ionacu looks at Dorin like he were Duru. "How the heck am I supposed to trail them? They're not here for me to follow!"
"Did they bury anything with him? Something goblins might want from the church?"
I'd say it depends. I'll sometimes look at other characters and may even suggest moves for them. I definitely don't mind if other people remind me of certain actions/rules since they may be something I didn't know. That said, if some other player is trying to dictate all of your actions/decisions and second guessing you all the time, I'd definitely say something. That'd be really annoying.
Ionacu rolls his eyes. This thing's more earnest than Aunt Petunia. I bet I can get him to just give me half of his gold because he feels guilty about that baby he probably ate before this mug guy. This could work out, after all ... assuming I don't die in this graveyard. "And we couldn't ask for a better friend!" he declares after a moment. "Now let's go see what the goblins were after. I mean, the other goblins."
"Do we look like the watch?" Ionacu asks rhetorically. "You look like you've seen some difficulties lately."
Off to a wedding Saturday, so may have limited posting this weekend.
"There's something in there," Ionacu hisses as they approach the hut. He moves behind the dwarf, hoping to use the burly warrior as a living shield.
Ionacu waits for the others to approach. No sense rushing in and getting myself hurt, he thinks as he looks around.
Might as well go along. Who knows, maybe they'll give me some reward ... I mean, some reward better than getting to stay in this town. With that mental shrug, Ionacu follows the others, a short spear in hand.
Ionacu shrugs resignedly at Aleister's words to the priest. Great, not only crazy, but broke. Guess I won't be getting anything out of him after all. "I think I'm stuck here," he says with a shrug after Aleister's words. It's clear the idea doesn't thrill him.
"Talked me into it, friend. Resting is one of my favorite things to do. I take it you're also not from Sandpoint? How'd you end up here?"
A horrified look crosses Ionacu's face. "I'm certainly not from here," he exclaims. "You could say I'm ... exploring my options, I suppose. Seeing what the world has to hold. I just may be ... stuck ... here for a time." And work for a living? I think I'd rather stay in Sandpoint for the rest of my life than have to do that, he thinks to himself.
"Perhaps I will. So how does a tailor end up with a sword like that?" Ionacu asks the big man, with an ingratiating smile. And more importantly, do you know how to use it. Always best to not get on the wrong end of one of those things.
I'd say let's just go for it. I'm sure we could all enter each other's vicinities at some point.
Ionacu gives a shrug. "Sure," he says. "I'm all for getting a little coin in return for this cut. I need a new shirt now, after all."
Question: I feel like Ionacu would probably try to pocket the potion, especially since he doesn't know any of you yet. However, I don't want to be the player who does that to the group, so I figured I'd run it by all of you first. Obviously I'd use the potion to help the rest of you if needed and figure he'd be a bit less deceitful over time (though never completely) but he is built as a con man.
Great. Getting anything interesting's going to be harder with him looking over my shoulder. Of course, if he's showing me what he's found so far, maybe that'll be worth it. "Sure," Ionacu replies, walking toward the swordsman. "The more hands the merrier."
Ionacu has no interest in interrogating goblins. Instead, once all the people are helped, he'll go around and see if there's anything else of interest he can find, assuming Vlad didn't get all of it.
On the street, Ionacu heaves a heavy sigh and leaves off fingering his shirt as he start helping carry wounded to the cathedral. As he goes, he kicks the occasional goblin, before making a note to himself later to see if they've got anything of interest on them.
"Rats get in everywhere. Goblins aren't much different," Ionacu answers distractedly, still poking at the blood-stained hole in his shirt.
"Ah, much better," Ionacu says, with a sigh of relief as the worst of his pains fade away. He looks around, seeing people taking care of most of the worst of the damage. "Think they got all the ale?" he asks no one in particular. "I'd like to not remember most of that."
"Little bastards got me too," Ionacu says, examining his torn, bloody shirt.
Keeping his distance, Ionacu again throws his javelin toward the fight, targetting one of the goblins who the fools aren't rushing in toward.
Ionacu sighs. Loudly. All this running... Really? Still, the inn could be the only decent watering hole in this two-bit town, and Cayden Cailean knows how boring it would be without even that for amusement for however long he's stuck here. With that in mind, the Varisian follows the others toward the sound of screams.
Slippping one of the spears into its spot on his back and hefting the other, Ionacu keeps a close eye out for anything moving to attack him as he carefully follows Duru toward the cathedral. Yeah, charging toward the cathedral. That's bright. Hobby's going to get himself killed by people thinking he's part of this attack.
Scooping up his weapon, Ionacu relaxes a moment, assuming his marks ... er, apparent allies ... can handle one lone goblin.
Seeing the others seem to have the situation well in hand, Ionacu moves to pick up his discarded spears, looking around to see if there are any more goblins trying to kill him .
Ionacu moves five feet closer, snatches his second spear and sends it flying toward one of the goblins attacking Dorin. "Blast," he curses as the shaft sails wide.
Ionacu moves 30 feet closer and throws the spear, grinning as it hits one of the little buggers in the gut. "That's for my side!" he yells, still trying to staunch the flow of blood with one hand.
"That thing's not full of oil, is it? Maybe it'll just blow up and take the little vermin with it," Ionacu asks of no one in particular. He moves more cautiously than his impromptu comrades toward the fray, his wound continuing to bleed, and pulls one of the short spears from his back.
Ionacu pulls his short sword and follows along with the others. May as well stay close to this group for the moment. Better safe than sorry, after all.
Ionacu's amusement at the foibles of the goblin disappears as he's slashes, leaking out of him even more quickly than his blood. "Little bastard," he curses.
Ionacu looks around, trying to find the source of the disturbance.
Ionacu shrugs and slouches toward the cathedral, along with the rest of the crowd. I suppose I'd better go, or they'll assume I've run off again and I'll just end up getting yelled at. He keeps his eyes peeled for any pickpockets, though he assumes his Varisian-style garb will likely keep him safe from any Sczarni in the area.
Bloody hell, now he's making friends. That's going to make it harder to get his coin, though by the looks of that group, there's plenty of coin to be had. Of course, if they figure it out, it's harder to get away from a group ... but I doubt they'll have a clue their cure is a bunch of twigs. The young Varisian pulls out his Harrow deck again and, picking a card, dances it nimbly along his fingers. Glancing at it, he frowns. The Fiend. Well, that doesn't bode all that well... Last thing I need is some disaster with lots of deaths.
Ionacu gives a playful bow as one of the serving ladies brings a drink. "Thank you, my dear, just what I was hoping for," he says as he straightens up with a broad smile and a wink. "This little town may be far better than I'd been expecting." He lets his eyes roam over Ameiko. Quite the regal air she has, he thinks. Could almost be royalty. Or at least a Magnimar noble. He manages to resist wincing as he sees his potential mark head up to the hobgoblin. Great, he's going to get trashed and lose all his money before he has a chance to give it to me.
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