"I was hired to help you guys achieve your goals. I'll stick it out until you guys say good riddance."
Joan looks at those yet to speak, wondering what they would choose.
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"Let me know when you find one." Joan whispers back. "How long and straight the tunnels are are going to determine our tactics I think. If they're crooked as a game of dice then we'll need to see about getting some non-magicked armor and weapons. Maybe the gnolls have some?"
Durgen frowns in thought, "Well I have studied the effects of sanity upon a dwarf. This certainly does not seem like it to me. Hmmm...however I may not be the best judge of that as if I were insane my judgment would be impaired thus I would not be able to judge the symptoms and match them to the disease. Oh my, I may be so insane that none of you are even here right now and this is all in my head. If that is the case then there are no magic eaters so I will be sage, yet insane. Hmmm.." Joan buries her head in her hands and groans. "Mum said be a baker, but nooooo, I had ta be an archer."
"Are you sure that your not just going insane on us?"
"How long are the corridors, and how big are these, *gulp* b-bugs?" Joan seems to be alright, until she says the word bugs and goes even paler than usual.
"Well, things are going better than normal." Joan says to Kiptera after the performance. "At least we haven't had anyone attack us this time." Luilfr curls up next to the ranger. The small woman scratches the wolf's ears and runs her hand through his white fur.
Well, this is new. Joan ignores the gnome's fuming in favor of observing the proceedings. Though she does make a note to ask the gnome for a little training on how to sail the boat.
Joan can't help it. She giggles at the thought of the pompous halfling from the bug caves being called a half pint. "Was he by chance a follower of Sarenrae?" she asks once the giggle fit dies down some.
"So," she asks the gnome before he leaves, "The Coalition of Light, do they accept Rangers that may have an issue with authority?"
A shadow pass over her face at the mention of gnomes. Her fingers trace the wing of the butterfly clasp holding her hair back. "W-we had one with us, but..." Luilfr bumps her hand, feeling that something's wrong.
"I thought metal sinks in water. Why is it floating? Magic?"
Noticing the ships for the first time, Joan's smile fades. "That floats?"
Despite finding out that the group had lost another member, and the tension with dealing with the Deurgar, yet again, she can't help but look at the bridge being made with nothing but wonder. "Amazing." Luilfr settles down, seeing the ranger relaxed. His tail wagging as Joan absently scratches his ears.
Joan whistles for Luilfr when she spots the Duergar heading for the rope. Once the white wolf arrives she walks over to the rope, her hand pointedly resting on the hilt of her sword. "If yer about to try and do what I think yer about to do then Luilfr is about to find out how bad ye lot taste."
"Once we fish our leader out, we can discuss a treaty, agreement, or whatever it's called. Right now, I'm more worried about fishing out our comrade."
Joan begins gathering as much rope as she can to tie together.
Joan's eyes narrowed dangerously, and if Luilfr was there, it'd be easy money to bet on his expression mirroring her mood. "In my experience, 'charming' consists of lewd jokes and trying to skewer me with a spear. Or perhaps you were referring to when a few decide to burn a village and devour it's people? Oh, I know, it must be murdering a mother and father then eating them in front of their daughter!" By the time she finishes, she's trying her best to tower over the elf in his chair, and her voice is rattling the windows. Tears threaten to spill over and down her cheeks and her fist quiver in barely restrained fury.
"No, but they hate giants, and that is good enough for me. And from what I've heard of Goblins, the hatred there is well deserved." Her eyes take on a steely glint as she answers the elf's question. She sips at the tea, letting the warmth melt away the cold from the trip there, but leaves the bread untouched.
"Forgive me if I'm a little more skeptical. I've heard a little about what went on before I joined these guys, and I meet one of the paladins. The right thing should be done, rules be damned."
"Thank you, from me as well. My name is Joan, and some hot tea does sound lovely."
"Th-thank you." Joan stammers out as the realization that they could have died by guessing wrong hits her. "Pardon me for asking, but what is this place?"
"What's with the magic trickery? Why not tell us if our answer is correct or not?" Joan nocks an arrow in her bow as she keeps her eyes open for anything that might be trouble.
*Groooooan* "Why couldnit been archery, or how to track a giant? Or what not to do with rabid wolverines?"
"I would say that we treat others as we are treated. If it helps, it's a wonder we haven't decided to start razing everything in our path as often as we wind up on the wrong end of pointy sticks."
Joan, knowing she is far from the leader, keeps quiet, until she lets out a snort of laughter at the witch's comment. "Would you say they are more or less common than cosmopolitan dwarves?"
Then I'm fluent in four languages: Design, Computers, English, and Southern. ;P
Joan throws her hands up in frustration after being convinced to help and trying for several hours. "I don't understand any of this! For all I know it's telling us where the nearest all-you-can-eat buffet is!"
Oh buddy, don't get me started. I have a bit of training as an artist and designer. I bet there's dozens of shades from Pure white to the color of cream, to the blue white of ice and moonlight. What's the worst is trying to explain why white LEDs look different from white incandescent bulbs. Ones cooler, has a blue tinge to it, the other is warmer, has a yellow tinge to it. What's really bad is seeing two high saturation, complimentary (opposite sides of the color wheel, like Red and Green, or Blue and Orange) colors. It gives me an actual headache.
Once they are alone in the cabin, and Joan has managed to keep Luilfr outside, the ranger puts her head to the wall and groans. "Why is nothing ever simple? I don't recognize any of these!"
Stow all of my camping gear in it.
Ready to move out!
Now its fixed. ;)Fixed that for ya. Ahem. I believe a certain elf owes a certain ranger an apology. :D
Joan's been leveled. I figured monstrous humanoid made the sense, and would be the most useful.
Taking another level in ranger. Hey Chainmail, Without giving anything away, what is a good choice for Favored Enemy?
"Okay, here ya go." Kragg finds ten silver coins in his hand. If he turns to say something to Joan, he sees her holding her coin purse upside down and open, and another four silver help between her fingers.
Kragg: "Oh alright, fine, but all I have on me is silver. Would you take a favor instead?" Joan, annoyed that they went through this once, walks up to Durgen and grabs him by the collar. "You do, and I start using you for target practice."
"I-- *sigh* You're welcome Gralk. If you need a weapon, I think the giants left something behind. If not, I've got a sword you can borrow." Turning to Kragg, the petite ranger grins from ear to ear. "The axe didn't win, I did. I think you owe me oh fearless leader."
Joan has a cold iron longsword if anyone wants to borrow it.
Joan picks up the axe. "Enough of this."
The small ranger slams the axe down on the altar and calls out. "Take the damned axe. It seems to fit in more with your worshipers."
"You lose." The gleam in Joan's eyes hints at what's going to happen to the axe if she gets her hands on it.
And the axe just went from useful to liability. I say we let Gorum have it and deal with the xenophobic dwarf.
Joan watches as the situation goes from bad to grim. She draws her bow and sends an arrow streaking past the possessed gnoll's face.
"Release him, NOW!"
Heal Rolls: 8 charges:
4 7 9 13 16 19 23 28 Joan, looking much better than before, twist around, stretching her newly healed muscles, and making sure her ribs were in the right place. "Since most of us are missing gear, and we're about to get a lot shorter, I think our best bet is to lure those things into a fight in a narrow passage. I can pepper them with arrows, but I'm almost out of my normal ones, and the special ones, I'd rather not use on these things."
"Oh damn. I think it's time to go."
What yetis? ;) The yetis currently in possession of Hon's really nice chain shirt. Although I think the yetis named him Lunch... |