Isegrim grunts and grins. "I'll question the little bastard. Might as well do it while I've got his buddy's blood spattered all over my good tunic..which is also my only tunic, come to think of it."
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"Sure, Tryst. But not my fault if'n one of the casks comes up missing. I feel like getting well and soundly drunk. Drunk enough to make YOU pretty." Isegrim sets to unloading the cart, his forced jesting not quite coming through in his mannerisms. It's clear that the weight of so much killing in so little time has the big guy a little conflicted.
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Isegrim sees an opening provided by Brenin's feint and with weary arms directs his blade towards it, placing all of his anger into the blow. Power Attack
Damage
Breathing heavily, and with an effort born more from a force of will than of muscle, Isegrim once again comes across mightily with his sword at his opponent's chest. Power Attack
Damage
Unfortunately, Isegrim was still seeing double from his run-in with being run-over. He chose the wrong image to strike at.
Isegrim almost imperceptibly shakes his head as he tightens his two-handed grip on the Valko Raven Blade. A few different choices in life and he'd be in this bastard's shoes. Well... best be done with it. As the armored figure steps into range Isegrim levels a killing blow.
Isegrim regains his feet, shaking off the wagon's effects and holds his ground. He is prepared to attack if his opponent comes into range
DM: I'd like to hop up onto the boxes and give a vicious overhead chop to Korvosa's skull..do I need to make an Acrobatics check or anything to make that happen? Would there be an attack of opportunity on me?
Red creeps into the corners of Isegrim's vision and his hackles visibly raise. With a savage look and brutal swing he swipes across chest-high on his opponent. Death is in his eyes.
"I'd listen to the man." Initiative
Intimidate
Isegrim watches the women intently, ready to charge at any sign of danger to them.
Isegrim looks at Reese and says, "Don't worry. I will protect you this time. I swear it." And then with a smirk and a glance at Lia, "of course, TWO diversions would work TWICE as well right?
Isegrim has been unnaturally pensive ever since he was brought back to consciousness. He had never been that close to death before, and it brought to mind his sister's death at his own hands. The old guilt resurfaced...even more so than usual since Isegrim feels he failed Trystan as well. He finally pulls himself together and a calm facade returns...belying his seething need to his something hard with his sword in retribution.
Trystan: I agree, I think they need to see this. And as for Lia holding our things.. sounds like fun!
Somewhat abashed, Isegrim says, "I apologize... I don't know what came over me. It was pure rage. I just wanted to rip their throats out. A fine job I did of it, getting cut down in the street." And then, as an aside to Trystan, "Tryst, I'm so sorry. I assure you, I will die before I let any harm come to them again." And then, with a wry grin, "You get some good rest, lying there in that warm pool of your own blood?"
Isegrim struggles to sit up and then realizes what just happened. He turns over quickly to see Trystan lying bleeding on the ground. Snarling, he snaps, "HELP HIM. HELP HIM NOW"
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Opens right up for me without any issues
Isegrim's eyes clear momentarily as he realizes he almost attacked his friend, only to glaze over again with battlelust. His upper lip curls in a snarl and he attacks the same thug he last did with renewed ferocity.
Isegrim lets out a blood-curdling howl, seemingly unaware of his surroundings and awash in the blood of his enemies. His sword starts to dart towards Lia before he recovers himself.
Covered in blood, Isegrim continues his slash towards the chest of the thug who felled his friend..
With a frustrated snarl Isegrim turns the Raven Blade for another wicked slash at the ugly bastard who has just stepped to him (Badeye)
Isegrim turns and sees the thug sliding his sword from Trystan's limp form. His vision seems to take on a red tint.. everything blurring except for his chosen target of revenge. His pack-brother has been harmed.. blood must flow. With a swiftness belied by his bulk, Isegrim charges to (15,11) and takes the mightiest of swings..whether to save or to avenge, the purpose is the same.. to remove head from shoulder, limb from torso, heart from chest.
Having heard his friends call out, and seeing the man in (7,14) with crossbow in-hand, a primal protective instinct takes over Isegrim and he charges directly at the attacker. Attack
Damage
Isegrim runs to (8,5), drawing the Raven Blade along the way.
Isegrim looks around to see if it looks like there is a back entrance and if so, if it is accessible. It wouldn't do to knock on the front door and have someone go running out the back.
Isegrim looks around at the group, "can anyone open this up quietly?"
"I think we should all stay together and go figure out what in the hells is going on here. Larur's place first makes sense.. I mean, he might just have a bad cold."
"Well this isn't good...," Isegrim understates. "Who was he to give the payment to?"
"I will say this.. I'm getting sick and tired of waiting for things to happen. I'm with Lia.. let us go show someone not to mess with us! I'm not much for figuring out who that might be, but someone just point us in the right direction and let's go!"
Agreed..that's too obvious. I'll gladly look menacing while they are questioned more thoroughly. Let's get too it!
"I've always wanted a pair of snakeskin boots.. and bright red ones would be pretty damn spiffy! Just imagine how they'd look sticking out of your arses..one for the each of ya! But seriously, I want some red snakeskin boots," the lightbulb goes on in Isegrim's head,"...and I think I'm going to let Mr Zincher buy them for me," Isegrim finishes as he picks up the pouch of gold and bounces it on his palm. Then pulling Trystan a little closer and in his version of a low voice (which is quite audible), "you were just kidding about Lia not liking me, right?"
When our group is gathered around Isegrim says, "I bet that little bastard imp magicked up those snakes. I'm gonna find him and cut him into little pieces, I swear. Bite me in MY ass?! I'll bite him in HIS ASS!! Wait.. that came out wrong. " |