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Covered by the horde of spiders, Kargath is able to fend them off and avoid the worse of their biting and scratchings. Hearing Lady Mae call out, the blind swordsman moves back and towards the shouting grippli, drawing one of their acid vials and holding it out for their companion to take. "Here, I have spare. You may have a better eye than me." he calls, smiling at his unintentional joke.
Hearing the sounds of skittering insects and the cries from Janira, Kargath pans their head around trying to find the source of the spiders. Which he finds easy due to their closeness and the cries of Uriah caught amongst them. "I have Acid should you need it, I can hear the spiders, just tell me when It is clear for me to throw!" the blind warrior calls out to his allies, fumbling for a flask of acid on his bandolier, his fingers running over an upraised section to reveal its contents. When he is given the signal, Kargath hurls the acid flask at the swarm. for
Hearing Ayla's voice spring up from his midriff, Kargath tilts his head down and smiles at the young Gnome and holds out a powerful hand for her to shake. "Well Met Ayla, it is good to know I shall be travelling with someone attractive for a change!" he laughs softly and easily, "Yes I am indeed blind, a fierce snow storm in my youth began the ruination of my vision; finished by a poorly chosen hunt and a fight with a Sabre-Tooth Tiger I should have avoided. Though I have my life and that is more than can be said for the beast." As Janira says a little about herself, he nods and smiles in the direction of her voice, giving their mission leader a sweeping bow. "I am Kargath, named Curse-Blood by my peoples due to my exotic heritage, they say my Father had liasons with a trader from some far away land and one day I was simply given to him to love his life rather than a wanderers. With my strange ancestry and my inability to hunt in the harsh wastelands of the Mammoth Lord realms I have been cast out." he reaches out to find the lip of a table to sit down upon, signallig for a beer whilst they talk. "I aim to prove my Clan wrong and return as a Hunter. I follow Vildeis, the Cardinal Martyr as she blinded herself in reaction to the Evil in the world."
As the group get down to business with Janira, the door opens to admit a powerfully built Man dressed in the thick furs of a Mammoth Lords warrior.Dark red Tribal tattoos spiral around his face and down his neck, visibly on his bare forearms as well. His skin is exotic and his hair a deep crimson, an oddity given it is his natural shade for the people of that harsh lands. He carries a large two-handed sword that has several protrusions from it and wears a necklace with large dinosaur fangs around his neck. Pausing for a moment at the open door, Kargath listens carefully, his head not moving as if looking round the bar. He wears a Crimson blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it and it isn't hard to notice that the man is blind. Hearing all the commotion deeper in the bar, Kargath follows the noise, managing to avoid banging into tables, chairs and drunk patrons with practice. Stopping before reaching Janira, he holds up his hand in greeting and gives a warm smile, at odds with his severe look. "Greetings, Salutations and Warm welcomes." he says, his voice soft and silken. "I am Kargath of the Night-Hunt Following, though they no longer recognise me as kin. I apologise for my tardiness, I was called to attend the Tavern 'where it all began' and received some poor directions.
Letting out a sigh as his arrow drops the beast, Kargath grins and nods to Deenha at her well placed shot. Stepping in to the chamber, he glares as the goblin flees but ultimately ignores the wretched creature, there had been a lot of blood shed already after all. Following the others in a thorough search and collecting the trinkets and treasures of the Nightsoil marauders, Kargath ponders his journey on the way back to Heidmarch Manor. It had been his first taste of adventure with others and he found that he enjoyed it after all. Back in the Manor, the Hunter listens to Venture Captain heidmarch's debrief before bidding farewell to his allies.
Nodding to the dwarf in thanks, Kargath goes through the alchemist's belongings and takes some of the liquid fire, should it prove useful to them. Patting off his singed hides the Archer ensures his allies are ready before drawing his bow once more and indicating his readiness to proceed. "where. Ekkie? This. Boss?" he asks as he looks around.
With the goblin down and rolling, Kargath winces as Tolinath's Large axe comes down with the skill of a skilled executioner, surely relieving the goblin of the burden of life. Incase the foe proves much hardier than they were expecting however, the Archer readies an arrow to take it out should it stand. for
Tutting as his arrow only causes the Goblin to drop to a knee, Kargath fights to keep his breathing under control as he nocks another arrow to the string of his bow. I need to remove the threat from the stairs, so my allies have free reign he considers as he thinks about his next shot. Drawing back the string he lets loose at the Yellow-skinned goblin to allow Tolinath to charge in for
Feeling the healing energies wash over him, Kargath then grunts in pain as new flames wash over them, the ALchemist's bombs too much for the group in such a small space. Charred and angry, Kargath moves away from the centre of the storm and takes aim, trying to quell his shaking hands as he picks out his target. Knowing that he could do with reducing enemy numbers to allow his allies to close in, he fires at the yellow skinned goblin on the stairs. for
[ooc]I am going off the Yellow Goblin's attack last round which had the same disclaimer. In case that was just a copy error (happens ^^) see me redone action below. "Spread.Out." Kargath calls out before backing away from his allies and taking aim on the Alchemist Goblin. Taking a deep breath despite his injuries he lets loose an arrow. for
Kargath looks to the small cut at Durvak's question before shaking his head to indicate he was fine. The wound would heal and hardly cause a scar, though the battle was not worth the re-telling in the warrior's opinion. Rooting through the Goblin's possessions, Kargath pockets two of the vials filled with red liquid and some of the caltrops, in case they should prove useful. "Kargath. Is. Fine. Goblin. Arrows. Blunted. Poor. Warriors" he says when he is ready to leave, his bow drawn. At the sound of running he turns to his allies. "We. Are. Found. Where. Is. Ekkie?"
Feeling inspired by Deenha's performance Kargath hustles forwards to get a cleaner shot, taking care to stop where his dwarven allies had spied the potential pit trap. Grimacing at the scratch caused by the goblin's weapon, Kargath lets off a curse in his native tongue determined to walk away from this. Deciding to prove who was the better archer, the exiled warrior draws back his horn bow and targets the Red scarfed goblin again, seeking to prove his skill. for
Having been keeping an eye on their Goblin charge at the rear, Kargath stops as his allies spy foes ahead, his cursed eyes allowing him to read the changing tension in their bodies. Hand gripping his bow tightly, Kragath skulks to the head of the group and looks down the corridor to the three Goblinoids arrayed against them. Whispering a curse in his native's tongue, the Mammoth lord warrior draws back a dark iron arrow to his cheek and breathes out softly as he lets it fly. The arrow soars through the air at the Goblin wearing a frayed red scarf.
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Sighing at the Butcher's cowardice and inability to protect his family, Kargath drops down into the sewers with unease, clearly off put by the claustrophobic nature of the walls and the smells to rival any Camp's Mammoth hold. Drawing forth his elegant horn bow, Kargath signals their readiness to press on, their cursed blood at least allowing them to see through the darkness. "Quick. We. Go? Unnatural. Place." he says softly.
Followingthe Goblin through town, Kargath keeps his eyes peeled for those that might take offense to the creature, their hand unconsciously flexing in preparation for a fast draw. Letting out a sigh as they reach the abattoir without incident the Hunter nods in greeting to the owner of the place, even he catching his subtle change in attitude. "This. Our. Prisoner. You. Tell. Of. Nightsoil. Tribe" he says slowly as ever.
Kargath takes the pearl and examines it in the light, intrigued to it's strange colour. Shrugging, the Hunter places it in their pouch in case it may come in use before returning the Wayfinder to their comrade in another house. With his errand done, with little explanation that may cause an argument, Kargath rejoins his allies in the Captain's study and considers what they know. "When. Tribal. Following. Needs. To. Work. Strong. Leader. Needed." he says thoughtfully.
Kargath listens to the tale, his mouth grim as she speaks of the goblin infestation in this city. His hunter's mind considering the landmarks given to them by the now talkative goblin he nods thoughtfully and sheathes his knife before getting to his feet. Looking at his companions for a moment be speaks once more in his halting Taldane. "Abattoir. Kill. Horses. Goblins. In. Sewers?" he asks unsure due to spending little time in the cities of Golarion. "Where. Ekkie. Get. Symbol?"
Kargath's brow furrows as Ekkie curses in the mongrel tongue of the Goblin-folk, wondering if she was gaving a seizure before realising it was intended to be conversation. As Ekkie spits at his feet, Kargath's eyes narrow in barely concealed fury as his hand reaches for his hunting knife. He retorts in the language of his own peoples, though his tone clearly shows threat. Hallit: "Foolish Goblin will lose their tongue to be used as bait for dogs!"
Bounding up the stairs at the sound of commotion, Kargath draws his hunting knife, not wanting to risk damaging the priceless artwork with his arrows. Kicking open the door he finds the Wraith standing above a battered crying goblin, the former's rapier drawn. Seeing no danger here from such a pitiful creature, the Hunter sheathes their large knife and takes to one knee to be of a similar height to the goblin sneak. "Why. Goblin. Sneak. Here?" he asks slowly and calmly. "Stealing?"
Overwhelmed by the options at the Heidmarch Manor, Kargath stuck to basic foods to cover his hunger, tearing at the bread with his bare callused hands and resting with elbows upon the table cloth. It was clear where he stemmed from held little value in manners for he seemed ignorant of them. Returning to their appointed room, the Archer of the Mammoth Lords rolls out their coarse bedroll in a free space and lays their blanket down with their backpack as a pillow, ignoring the bed offered to them by the Venture-Captain. "Kargath. Greets. You. Red." he replies slowly. "What. Is. Here. In. Varisia?"
Joining the group late is a powerfully built humanoid with slightly gray skin and ears coming to a tiny point. They are dressed in heavy furs and animal skins, clearly noting them from the north of the continent. Bare skin is covered heavily in tattoos denoting hunting scenes and dinosaurs. A mighty bow made of horn is slung over one shoulder and a hunting knife sheathed in their belt. Nodding to the group as they place a heavy bed roll down they smile awkwardly revealing small tusks as well as teeth. "H-hello Pathfinders" they say in slowly halting common, revealing their poor education. "I. Am. Kargath. Raptorscale." |
