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Irvine let out a low growl of anger having heard plenty out of her mouth. He wanted it shut. "Enough noise, seagull! I was tired of your voice from the moment I heard it!" he yelled, gripping his sword tightly and charging towards her with his sword raised high, the tip of the blade pointed towards her. Charging Attack:
As the events before him unfolded further it was was all Irvine could do to hold his tongue from letting out an "I told you so!" remark. "Yeah, well it's a book we need and thats we were more than happy to assist you to get it. Nothing like being stabbed in the back." He drew his sword and started walking toward the large group."This is why I hate pirates...Personal experience..." Irvine called back to his fellow pathfinders "After we're done here, don't forget. Drinks on me or maybe on them..." He grinned. Readied Attack:
Irvine draws his sword and readies an attack as the scene unfolds around him. "Whatever happened to diplomacy!?" he groaned, shrugging and gripping the hilt of his massive sword and angling it in front of him. "I suppose I could always negotiate with this..." He grins. When Irvine catches a glimpse at the creature in front of him he notices that this isn't exactly what he would think of to be a spider. In his mind, this had to be one of the mentioned "abominations". "What in Hell's flames is this ugly creation?!" So much for his thoughts of diplomacy. As Dawn lit the webbing on fire he let out a bellowing laugh of amusement. Seeing the creature take a shrieking, sizzling, tumble from it's perch was starting to remove the fear and anxiety of all things spider-like and was replacing it with the growing urge to see it's demise. Readied Attack:
As Juicy reached out for Irvine's belt he didn't move, unsure what he was about to do. "Hey, look I'm all for a bit of fun and games but now isn't the time or the pla-..." He took a step back as the object on his belt lit up and he realized what he was doing. "Oh-... Right. Thanks. I was going to suggest that..." He fibbed. When Irvine saw the webbing and let out a soft groan of distress. "Why-... why gods, why..." He said in a sort of half-whimper. He was not a fan of spiders...in the slightest. In fact, he liked to imagine that even spiders didn't like being spiders. That always made himself feel at least a little better. Irvine listens to Lady Mae and glanced over to the ships log. "Ordered to wait...? Why would someone want to wait here in a place like this...? None of this feels right. We need to find out what's going really going on...for all of our sakes..."
Irvine watch the exchange between the pathfinders with a big grin before taking the bottle back from Lady Mae, eager for another drink. He took a long pull from it and handed it back. "When this is all over... lets all get together, drink more than our weight, make decisions we'll regret and pass out in a big pile...I want to be able to forget about what did." he chuckled aloud and looked over to Juicy Green Grapes. "I don't normally eat things off of other people...but get me drunk enough and I would consider it. Deal...?" he asked him with a toothy smile.
Seeing that his only usefulness at this point is as another target, Irvine join's Dawn, holding the bottle of borrowed Bufo and yawning as she had done. He offers the bottle to her and raises a brow with a smirk. "You look bored...Can I buy you drink...?" he asks jokingly. He glances up at the Archer in front of them and lifts his hand, throwing him a not-so-nice gesture.
Irvine put down the half bottle of Bufo in a fairly safe spot so it wouldn't get trampled and stood at the front of the plank, drawing his massive greatsword from his back and readying an attack. "My compliments to the one who brewed that Bufo, Lady Mae! When this is over I'd like to buy you a refill of that!" Readied attack:
"But for now, lets make sure these...special uglies can't spoil my next drink..." he grinned. "Come here, ugly!"
Irvine nodded, staying closer to Lady Mae than anyone else since she seemed to hold the same ideals but was skeptical at her request. "If you can talk these spiders out of trying to kill and crawl around me, that would be something I would pay for. I might just buy you a drink." Just thinking about the prospect of spiders was giving him a sick stomach. "In fact, I could use a drink right now...anyone else want a drin-...?"
Irvine was hardly swayed by the captain's explanation or lack thereof of the importance of the text they were to retrieve. He raised hand to the side of his mouth to hide it then leaned over to Lady Mae. "He's willing to take the risk? Sounds like he's more willing to risk us, otherwise he would be coming along..." he said with a smirk and a hushed tone that only she could hear. ===== Once they arrived at the Bazzak's Manor house, Irvine listened to the portly little man's spiel. He couldn't help but question his motives. He didn't trust pirates, brigands, or anyone that profited from other's misfortune. Long ago he had been a victim of such people and also had been the cause of much misfortune himself so his knowledge of how individuals such as the Marquis operated was quite expansive... even if how they operated was fairly straight forward. Irvine nodded as he listened, his eyes starting to glaze over at the mention of spiders. He hated spiders... "Spiders and-...abominations...?" He blinked several times. "You sure are tending to leave out some fairly important details here...Exactly what type of abominations?" He was getting a fairly bad feeling about this already. There were too many unanswered questions for him to feel confident about what was really going on. Looking about at his party members, he took a few steps over to Lady Mae, being obviously cautious as he stepped around Sundew as if unsure of the vine's own being since he had never seen one before.
Maybe he was overthinking things. But Irvine didn't much care for unknown "abominations". He liked, knowing and having as much information as possible. He didn't want to get himself into another situation that he couldn't get himself out of. Not before his own personal goals were accomplished.
Irvine walked about the room as Bosk was speaking, taking in the sight of the maps, books, and equipment and looking for anything that might be of interest to him for his own travels. This particular captain seemed to have a great wealth of knowledge in his possession that could have very well contained the key bit of information to lead him to the next pathway of his own selfish mission. Now of course, wasn't the time and from personal experience, most people in authority didn't appreciate it when you suddenly divert the subject away from what they needed. He would have to wait until another time. Glancing about in one of the far corners of the room, he turned his attention to the captain, confirming that he was actually in fact paying attention. "Are our instructions clear...?" He repeated in his head to himself with a slight smirk. "Yeah... Meet with Bazzak, this Brigand leader, chuck all morality out of the window and do what he says to humor him to get what you want because it's very important. Am I understanding this right...?" He looked over at the other party members. "I'm not above burning a few crops and robbing a few innocents but I'll be damned if we aren't able to right what we've done and make their lives better for it." he took out his pipe and clacked it against his gauntlet to empty the previously burnt tobacco. "Do we know what this Pirate Pact has been known for in the past?"
When Balenar glances over he finds that Irvine is already staring at him with an unimpressed, disappointed, look on his face. "Great...good job." he grunts, throwing him an obscene gesture. --- When they arrive back to greet the VC, Irvine braces himself on the desk with a smile. "It went, swimmingly. There were quite a few nasties about. Flaming Skeletons, Bats, Lizard men, A giant Croc, and a nasty druid. I only vomited once and impressed a lady. Not at the same time, however...I could really use a tankard..."
Irvine fastened his sword behind his back, not expecting to have to use it again. His stomach was starting to settle now from the horrific smell and he was starting to feel himself again. He smiled at Dentesila's comment. "There's an idea I cant get behind. Balenar, Remember that request I made...? Now would be a good time to sing it..." he glanced over at Dentesila. "And maybe add a line about raw power." he smirked.
Sword in hand, Irvine rushed into the room towards the Druid, smelling that stench once again and nearly tripping over his own feet, taking his breath away. "What in the-...!" he nearly cursed letting out a few coughs, his stomach starting to turn. "Not this again...This is unholy..." Gaining the urge kill to finish this fight, Irvine gripped his sword in hand tightly and lunged at the druid with a ferocious, almost feral sounding yell.
Irvine watched the events transpire in front of him, calling out as Dentesila fell to the depth beneath him. "Dentesila!.... Are you dead?This may be a bad time, but do you have plans after this is over-... or-... no no, nevermind, lets just focus on the task at hand. You're right." Irvine stepped back as the beast lunged out at him, letting out a foul curse and hefting his sword up for an attack.
Following the group, Irvine readied his blade as he made his way up the stairs, putting a haste in his step. He didn't want to leave his comrades fighting by themselves.
Irvine glanced over his shoulder at Dentesila as he was attempting to remove one of the frog's legs. "Well I'll say, it wasn't intended to be showy...but that's what constant training will do when you have nothing else to do at sea. We did find other things to do while we were docked at port to put that raw power to use..." he grinned back at her. He hefted his beast of a sword over his shoulder, gripping it tightly in his hand. "I'm with Dentesila. Last thing I want is to lose what we have. Plus if we get ambushed... lets just say I have a little bit to live for... I say push onward."
Irvine listened and nodded. "We found it locked away... But you should still rest. We can get you to safety after we're done here. But we need you to stay close and follow orders..." Those words tasted bad as they exited his mouth but if the man was going to survive he would need to. "Unless you feel confident enough to go out on your own but we left some nasty creatures behind..."
Irvine nodded, moving closer to him and handing him the rations. "Yes, of course we'll release you but right now you need to relax. Your hurt and if you try to move without being healed you won't get two steps from where you sit now without falling over dead. Now eat." Irvine looked back at the group with urgency, waiting for one of them to offer their healing.
Irvine peers into the room seeing the man and raising a brow. "This was not what I was expecting to see..." he said to himself. He reached into his pack pulling out some of his trail rations and walked over to the man slowly, holding out a surrendering hand. "Hold on, easy there, friend." He said, trying to ease him. "We're not going to hurt you. We're here to help...Here, friend. Eat this. It will help...go slow..." Irvine looked back sternly to his group. "Can anyone help heal him...?" He examined the man's wounds. "Friend, tell me what happened...How did you get here...? After seeing everything he had as a slaver and being the cause of it on countless occasions, it pained him to see another being in this state. There was always something in the back of his mind that told him he was the cause of it. "You did this." "You could have stopped this." "Have you even changed?" "Can anyone really trust you?" These were the nightmares that haunted him regularly. Only time would tell if his past would continue to haunt him or if people would accept his attempts at atonement.
Irvine holds up a hand with an odd look on his face as he rushes over to the nearby wall and braces himself on it, proceeding to evacuate the contents of his stomach to the floor. There wasn't much left in it at this point but the smell had effected him more than he had expected it would. He was used to worse but something about this place was effecting him more than usual. "Uhhg..." he groaned, wiping his mouth on his sleeve again. "Check the chest and for the love of whatever god you believe in, lets get out of this room.
Regaining his footing, Irvine nearly vomited, the contents of his stomach shifting the closer he got to the last Troglodyte but he quickly swallowed it back down. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, holding it there until his was sure he wouldn't expel anything, then raised his sword as he readied an attack.
Too much of this running around in the foul air was like force feeding a street urchin's sock down his throat. Holding his stomach and trying to keep himself from expelling any more of whatever was left inside of it, Irvine rushed in position next to the Troglodyte, blade in hand as he made his attack.
As Irvine entered the room with his blade drawn, it nearly slipped from his hand, the smell overpowering. It had been a while since he had smelled anything as bad as that. The last time he had smelled anything this bad, he was still a slaver at sea. Those ships could really smell after days and was generally bad enough to keep anyone who wasn't on one regularly to stay off.He raised the cloth of his undershirt over his nose, groaning and squinting his eyes. This was definitely going to throw him off. He gripped his swordblade, moving for an attack on the closest thing his eyes would allow him to see.
A little charred from the flames, Irvine starts to feel the pain over his flesh, a constant reminder that he is currently alive but also a reminder that he needs to stay that way. The searing hot pain is intense but it drives his fighting adrenaline onward. He took a step backwards gathering himself for a few short moments and groaned to himself "I served the manifestation of death before. It's only fitting I should be haunted by a reminder of that."
Irvine watched the group, knowing there's not much else he could offer in this type of situation but his blade. "If we're sure there's nothing else...of value... in the room then lets keep going...otherwise, I'm sure lizard has got to taste better than hound..." he said as he linked his fingers behind his head which just so happen to lace over the grip of his sword for quick access.
Seeing the javelin fly out, Irvine took a step back, not really prepared for anything like that to happen. It was only when the follow events proceeded that he realized what had happened. He shook his head, snapping to after practically zoning out. "Spast! is everyone okay? Dentesila, are you alright?" he looked to Cazithiel, nodding to him as if to say "Good thinking."
Glad to have the concerns of his past pushed to the side, he looked around the room, taking in the scenery. He would have much rather been at sea than in the confines of a dusty, creature infested keep but he had other matters on land that needed tending to on land and this was the best way to keep himself occupied as well as make a bit of coin in the process. He glanced around the room, looking for absolutely anything that he might fight useful or interesting to keep his mind occupied once this adventure had ended.
Irvine glanced over to Dentesila at her question, opening an eye. "Well... yes actually... but I was a slave first. Then a Slaver Captain..." he thought a moment at what he said. "It sounds worse than It actually was..." He thought for another moment and rolled his eyes at himself. "Okay, well-... It was bad but the retribution was eye opening..."
Irvine turns his attention to the spider, staring at it for a long moment before shaking his head ever so slightly. "No...Why spiders...? Why does it have to be spiders?" He looks at the ground for something to possibly throw at it, wanting to help in some way seeing he was out of range. He certainly wasn't about to willingly charge after a spider. Not that he was scared of them or anything... He just really hated them. Looking at the ground for some kind of weapon but only finding rocks and rubble, he reached down finding a perfectly smooth stone about the same size as his hand. He used to love skipping these across the shore when he was kid. He held the edge of it in his hand, raring his arm back and tossing it as hard as he could at the spider.
Irvine swings his large sword again, flinging the fresh blood from the blade and wiping the remainder on the side of one of the dogs. He looked over to Cazithiel. "No harm done...Close calls... foot is still attached." he smirked. He looked over, eyeing the dog's corpses for a moment before looking up. "If we get hungry-...Look, I'm just saying let's not rule them out... they're not that bad in a pinch, trust me."
Irvine let out a startled "Ack!" as the dog attempted to bite his ankle, letting out a curse. Drawing his sword, he readied himself for his attack, gripping the large hilt tightly in his hands. He barred his teeth, taking a couple of steps forward before his attack. "I had a dog once...She was a good dog. You are NOT good dogs..."
Irvine nods to the rest of the group as they arrive, meeting their greetings with a nod "Nice to meet you all...I'll try not to let my morning's occurrences effect my top notch social skills..." he grinned before turning his attention to the barkeep. "Out in the Cairnlands...? he rolled his eyes, shrugging at the thought of the possible dead they might encounter. "I don't suppose any of you are priests are you...?"
As Irvine heard the knock he let out a disturbed grunted which seemed to intensify into a growl the longer the knocking continued. When the knocking finally ceased he relaxed, stilling himself once again. That was until a few moments later when the knocking once again resumed, louder this time.
Sitting at the table with his morning tankard, Irvine glared forward, sleep in his eyes. He wasn't paying attention to the other tavern's patrons. The last thing he wanted at this moment was to acknowledge anyone he didn't have to. Being awoken so abruptly after little sleep was not amongst his usual, daily highlights.
Seeing the elf approach out of the corner of his eye, he could only assume he was there for the same reason. He took a puff of his shortpipe and turning to greet him. "Irvi-...cripes!" he recoiled slightly, taken off guard by the sight elf's tattoo. He laughed at himself slightly. "Sorry... I didn't expect to see-... well.. you...like that..." He extended a hand in greeting. "Irvine Wolf...well met...again, sorry...rough morning..." he held up the back of hand, displaying a bit of dried blood on the knuckles. "I was rudely awakened..." |
