"Name's Joe. Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Joe. Or Mac. It don't make no difference to me. Good to meet ya!"
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"I say we help him take the fight to those dirty rotten wretched Anubite folks! That way, they'll think twice about fightin' Aisome again. Yessiree! We'll be there ready and willin' to kick some Anubite butt!" He nods emphatically.
"Sounds good to me, Pavok ol' buddy."
"I think I'm liking the Earth one. I ain't too friendly to the fire one. Sounds too dang hot. So I'm gonna go with Earth. What do you fellas think?"
"Goat?! I shor' do like goat! Mm-mm!" Joe eats heartily. "Oh you're alright, Arik. You really weren't that cranky of a fella." Joe gives him a wink as he slaps him on the shoulder in jest.
"You can count on us, sir! Arik's gonna be alright, don't you worry not one bit. We're gonna do our best to put a stop to all this wrongness towards your people, I guarantee it! Like I said, we'll help ya!" Joe smiles real big and then takes a drink of the tea. "Mmm-mmm. That's some mighty fine tea ya got there! Whooo! Thanks!" He takes another drink.
"Yeah we've lost way too many good folk. But don't you worry none, sir! We're still here to help ya out!" He says with a big smile.
"Thanks, buddy! I shor' 'preciate that!" He gives Pavok a firm pat on the shoulder, grinning. "Alright! I'm ready to move on outta here."
"I sure could use a bit o' that healin' there, buddy. That one big fella whopped me good."
"Dangit!"
Obviously distracted by the fallen Mus'ad, Joe misses horribly.
Joe shrugs, "Welp, I guess they aren't much for friendly talk." Joe follows in behind Pavok as he charges the same ogre.
"Alright fellas, here goes nothing." Joe clears his throat. "Hey there big fella! You wouldn't mind letting us mosey on through, would ya! We'd shor' 'preciate it!" Joe pauses a moment, a questioning look forms. "Ain't none of you fellas speak 'big fella', do ya? Not sure if they understand me or not." He turns his attention back to the nearest ogre, seeing if it's responded yet.
"I say we just go on through real nice-like. If they wanna fight, then we'll give 'em one. Otherwise, we go on through and nobody gets hurt." He says with a smile. "But just to be on the safe side... keep your steel close to you, fellas. From the looks of 'em, I'm for thinkin' this may just get a bit ugly."
"Thank ya, nice Queen lady! Have a good 'un!" Joe waves as he takes his leave with the others.
"Yeah, Pavok, you go on an take my share too. It was mighty nice o' you to pay my way for me. I appreciate it. And thank you too nice Queen lady!"
Joe leans just a bit and whispers a bit too loudly. "Don't mind Mus'ad, he's a bit of a crank! I think he's actually smiling right now." He turns his vision toward the elf and is unable to make out anything except for the concentrated look of his eyes, due to the rest of his face being covered. Turning his attention back to the queen, he smiles, shrugs and winks. Joe then points out the others to her. "That there dwarf is Ricdak; that fella right there is our little buddy Tam; and that purdy little lady right there is Catalina." Actually noticing her for the first time, "Well heck! You are a might purdy ain't you, Catalina? I never even noticed." He says as he scratches his chin. "Anyhow, there you are Queen person lady, that's the lot of us!"
"Well howdy there, Queen lady! I'm Joe. Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Joe. You are a might purdy little lady, aren't ya?! It's a pleasure to meet ya!" He smiles real big at the royal woman.
"I wouldn't mind seeing this queen lady. I ain't never met a proper folk."
"Well we shor' 'preciate it, sir! I think I'll stop on by the tavern and get me a good ol' hot meal and drink to go with it! Come on ladies and gents! We can talk about where to next over some good ol' home cookin'! Mmm-mmm!" Joe heads that way to do exactly just that.
"We just wantin' to pass through, sir. We ain't lookin' to cause no trouble with you folks. Will you allow us that?" Diplomacy:
Joe remains silent, waiting for the guards response.
"Well alright, I'll go on and go with ya." Joe volunteers.
"Hey, I see some folks up there." He motions toward the ones he sees. "They look like regular ol' folks too. Whaddaya say we see if they're friendly types?"
Round 2 Seeing Tam get mauled fairly nasty, Joe gets a little irritated at the fact they are even in this predicament and charges the animal.
"Well can't we just go on around 'em? Just don't seem right to put 'em down just 'cause they're in our way." He states plainly.
Joe scratches his head, "Why are we gonna kill a bunch of lions? I ain't much for killin' animals just to be killin' 'em. I mean, they ain't threatenin' us, are they?" Joe asks, looking a little confused.
Joe looks to Pavok, confused. Looking around at the others he then looks back to Pavok again. Just about to speak up, "Nah," he decides against it as he realizes there's no way Pavok could possibly be talking to him. "She-cat? What's a she-cat?"
Catalina turns her gaze up at the great beasts. In curious wonderment and cautious enlightenment she simply observes them go about their business. Their size alone was enough to fair warning, she addresses Joe, "If you try to mount one of those, I see them only kicking you off like a wild horse before trampling you..." She sneaks a smile at the thought, before continuing on her way. Joe scratches his head as he looks back up at the mighty animals. "Yeah you're probably right. But it'd still be fun!" He smiles mightily.
"WHOOO! That's some big ol' elephants ain't they folks?! If I could ride me one o' those that shor' be some fun!" Joe smiles real big as his mind works on the thought of him riding on the back of an elephant.
As the others make their way out, Joe turns to Gazeem, "We shor' 'preciate this, Mr. Gazeem, sir. Well, I guess I'll just see the sights of this place and get ready for tomorrow. It's gonna be fun! WHOOO! Well alright, I guess I'll leave to your work there, fella. Have a good afternoon!" Joe then turns to leave but stops in his tracks. Turning back to Gazeem, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know a good place to kick my feet up for the night, would you? And I ain't too familiar with these 'rupia'. Is that what's spent 'round these parts?"
"Now don't you be for worryin' none, sir. As long as I live and breathe, I'm gonna do what I can to stop this Nubite folks. Whether or not we can get a hold of these genie folk to help ya or not, I'll be here to help ya." He pats him on the shoulder.
"Well sir, we were curious as to where this Turval fella may be staying. Any chance you might could tell us? We'd shor' appreciate it."
That sounds like a right good bit o' information yer father gave ya, Joe.
"Yessir, it was. It was." He smiles at the thought of the good ol' days. Saiza sighs. "Your right. I am needed here. But if you can, please ask the Seer if there is anything we can do to improve our chances of surviving the Anubite incursions." "Well I shor' hate to see ya leave, but I understand when ya gotta go on and do what's best for ya. And I'll help ol' Pavok here in findin' your answer, don'tcha worry not one bit." He winks.
Ricdak furrows his brow, lowering his hand. Well, he's not a very friendly one. Ah, well. That sounds like a good plan to me, Miss. "Who? That fella? Nahhh. You ain't never met my daddy. Now he is a right ol' crank. But you can't help but love 'im. He once told me: 'Now son, if you gonna dance with the wolves you best plan on gettin' eaten.'" Joe pauses a moment as he reminisces. "Wise man, my daddy." Saiza seems surprised. " So you are going to see Turval Umadi? The great seer of Aridia? He is said to be the greatest of Daiga's disciples not to mention the oldest. He is said to be able to interpret Daiga's will in any situation. If you are really heading to see if I must ask, can I come? I am a decent smithy and my heritage gives me a natural edge in combat plus I have a good amount of knowledge of the land. Please say you'll take me with you. I have to see Turval. Please." she seems very eager to join. "'Course you can! We wouldn't even think of not bringing you along with us. You're a real nice lady, PLUS you remind me a lot of home." He says with a smile.
Joe looks up, way up, at the woman. "WHOOO! Dang you are a tall woman! Reminds me o' home. I got several sisters about your size. Well, not nearly as big as you, but close! 'Course, you're a lot more prettier!" He gives a wink. "I was the runt o' the bunch. Where you from?" He asks her as he then remembers he forgot to introduce himself. "Oh! I'm sorry! Name's Joe. Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Joe. Or Mac. It don't matter. Dang nice to meet ya Pavok and Saiza!" He smiles real big as he shakes both their hands.
"Takes more 'n a little desert heat to bring ol' Joe down!" He shakes Tam's hand with a firm grip and then slaps him on the shoulder. Turning his attention back to the woman-creature, "Sorry to hear about your family, ma'am. That shor ain't mighty nice of them to be leavin' you like that. Real sorry to hear that. If there's anything I can do to help ya, you just let ol' Joe know." He says with a wink and a smile. "Alright, I'll think I'll take that drink now!" He motions to the waitress his new location.
"The caravan! That's right! I knew I'd seen y'all somewhere! Whooo! Boy that's a relief. Thanks for that, Ricdak. I 'preciate it." He nods in thanks.
A large, dark haired, whiskery fellow steps through the door of the inn and takes in the smell of what's cooking. "WHOOO! That sure smells good!" Finding himself a table, "Waitress?! Ma'am?! Would you please bring me whatever you've got that's meat, I'd shor 'preciate it! And somethin' to drink too. Thank ya." He nods and smiles. Looking around the place he notices some familiar faces, "Well I'll be..." Rising from his chair, he moves over to where there are several short folk gathered. "Now I know I've seen you fellas around someplace, I just can't seem to place it. Don't you hate that when you know you've seen or met somebody before and then you meet up with 'em later on, you can't quite remember where it was you seen 'em?" He asks, smiling as he shrugs. "That's alright, my name's Joe. Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Joe. Or Mac. Whichever."
Joe looks around in an attempt to spot the dino. "Good eye, Eltumal. We best be ready for this critter." His grip gets a bit tighter upon his scythe as he prepares for the creature.
"Nah, we better not. If Amy here tried to eat our buddy Eltumal, I figure these ones would finish us off by mornin'. I'm not much on bein' a dead fella who ain't dead. Or even just dead. We've got a place in town we can rest at. We'll see you within a month!" He nods at the vampire leader. Turning to the others, "C'mon fellas, let's get on back."
"Well alright, I guess we ought to get us some rest before we leave. Unless you fellas want to move on out now. It don't matter none to me. Whatever you fellas want to do."
"We'll find a way to take care of these kobold fellas. But I was wonderin' if you might could help our buddy Eltumal here out? He's been bitten by this here girl and he hadn't looked right since. Look at 'im," he motions to Eltumal, "he's a might paler than when we first met 'im. He's gonna have a hard time survivin' any o' these powerful creatures you're talkin' 'bout. Any chance you got somethin' to help 'im? We'd sure be much obliged." He asks, hoping.
"Name's Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Mac. Or Joe. Either of 'em's fine. Nice to meet you, Mr. Markavious." After greeting the vampire, Joe gets to the point. "Well, we'd be much obliged if you take in this young girl here. You see, she's a vampire person and she needs a place to stay. We was hoping you wouldn't mind too terribly to help her out. You think you might be able to?" Immediately remembering he hasn't introduced the others, "Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. That fella there is Eltumal, our little buddy there is Tam, and that fella there is Lelo... um... sumpin' or nother. We just call him Lelo. And that's his mother. She don't speak much, though. Okay, that's everyone. Sorry about the interruption. Now you can tell us if you're able to take the young vampire lady in or not."
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