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"Well, I do better "rooting out" on a full stomach and a night's rest. Time to dry out our socks, and perhaps you can tell us what you know of Ismort in the morning."
A strange response! "Any ideas what the Marshal intended for us to accomplish here?"
"A pleasure, and thank you for your warm welcome. Tell me: What news? We ran in to some ghouls not far from here. Have things been dangerous in the area?"
"Ah, I can't wait to get these boots off. Let's get the news--and a good supper."
"I wonder what caused them to rise from their rest? This area seems peaceful enough."
I'm planning on taking Intimidating Glare. Little constrained on skill feats, as a fighter. I think Bon Mot is good. I took Sudden Charge. There's some neat fighter feats that have to do with shielding, but they're tough to use in PBP, and Sudden Charge is a really good feat for action economy. I just played in a game where the bard had Inspire Competence, and it was really useful.
Fighter goes smash!
Kazmukh strikes out with his shield and hammer, smashing the enemy, then raises his shield back into a a defensive position.
Kazmukh draws his weapon, swipes at the creature, and then raises his shield. for
"What do you say? I don't mind pushing through the night, but the dark doesn't bother me much."
Sorry, swamped with work. I'm in, but I'm going to be sparse for a week or so.
"Yes, the track's probably cold by now, but we could take a peek in the right direction."
"Hello, Junior. As I told you last night, I'm traveling with a group that are working for the King to make this area a bit safer." The dwarf looks a bit uncomfortable, but pushes on. "I'm sorry to bring up a painful subject, but we'd like to ask a few questions about the attack."
"Gruesome scene. Shall we check the son's home?"
"I think it is good to note that they have been in the area. We should report to Dawnsglen and foray out from there. IF there is nothing pressing, perhaps we could return." Kazmukh stretches as he gets ready to pack his things. "The people here are pleasant and gave us a warm welcome. We should also tell them to send to Dawnsglen right away if anyone troubles them."
Hey, I'm still here and paying attention. I just had done what I was going to do in that town.
Kazmukh continues chatting with the townsfolk. "It is a pleasure to meet with some friendly faces. We've been sleeping rough for the past few days, traveling out from Stagfall. We'd be happy to share any news we have with you."
Kazmukh gossips around the town, happy to be in a friendly gathering again.
"Perhaps we should spend some time here, and see what the locals have to say." It wouldn't hurt to rest my feet either.
Kazmukh chats with Revna as they walk along. "In Dwarvish, we would say, A ’ruith a’ cheàrnaidh, or 'running the forge' in Common. It means we are wasting time that could be put to good use."
Kazmukh makes a little show of brushing off his knuckles after the would-be bandits leave. "Well, now that's over with, let's get a move on. We're burning daylight." He hefts his hammer over his shoulder and gives a little whistle as he starts walking.
Kazmukh extends a hand to shake her paw. "I hoped it wouldn't come to that, but I'm glad no one was killed."
"Not getting away that easily." Kazmukh steps up and continues to pepper the opposing champion with swings.
Bouyed by encouragement from the team, Kazmukh continues to swing on the opposing champion.
He shakes his fist after connecting with the creature's muzzle. I'm more used to striking with a hammer.
Kazmukh quietly unleashes a series of quick punches at the voretti, maintaining a staunch silence in the face of the champion's growl. for
"Hrumph. I don't appreciate the implications, there. This is the height of foolishness. Here we come across a group of bandits, and our solution is to hand of our weapons--some of them irreplaceable--if their 'champion" gets in a few lucky punches." The dwarf scowls. "I think it's nonsense, but I've got the best change in a hand-to-hand fight, so I'll face their champion if you're set on this course of action."
"Anyone care to fill me in on what's going on?" Kazmukh doesn't let his guard down.
"Bandits are bandits. I say they let us pass or we teach them a lesson about bothering travelers."
Kazmukh grumbles to his allies, "I don't mind building our alliances, but I'm not giving up my weapons. Stay close and we'll make our way through them."
Kazmuhk hurries to the front of the group, raises his shield, and thinks about what he knows of the Voretti.
He'll shout to them in Common,
Kazmuhk doesn't mind pressing on past the first sign, but he makes sure everyone notices the crossed swords. "Watch out there. Looks to be an old mark, but no harm in keeping our eyes open."
"It does seem worth asking after Milva, at least. But we shouldn't spend too long. We should appraise people at Dawnsglen about the Marshall's disappearance."
That is good news. Feel better soon!
Kazmuhk smiles as he walks into the town. "This is more like it. We should put our feet up until after dinner, then try to ask around a bit."
"I would be happy to get out of these woods and into a proper village for a few hours, at least."
"So, we either venture into the woods to find the Marshal, or continue on our way and send that correspondence" Kazmukh frowns.
"The lord vouched for the marshal, and that's good enough for me. I just hope she hasn't got caught up in some fey mischief."
"It's been a long while, since I had a dance." Kazmukh steps up to the dancers and joins in. His steps are rusty, and a bit simple--definitely more town dancing than court steps.
Kazmukh blinks in surprise as he comes to his senses. "A blessing on your wedding." How much time has passed, I wonder? I'd rather deal with a den of cutpurses in the capital than these shenanigans. Without much experience with satyrs, he's suspicious, but he tries to follow Elinil's lead.
While the hostel is more to his likely, the practical dwarf nods dourly at his companions' advise. "One night of comfort is not worth the time it will add hunting these bandits."
Kazmukh shrugs, "I suppose you don't need to be a druid to make friends with a wolf." His opinion doesn't seem very well-informed.
Kazmukh looks over the pup when Revna brings him out. "Fine enough looking fellow." He's careful to keep his fingers far away from it, though.
This talk of raising wargs is a little beyond Kazmukh. He holds his peace for now.
"Ah, excellent. Thank you, Brennadara." Kazmuhk touches the bandage gently, but feels no worse for wear. "What could have driven the worg here, I wonder? Jumping out and shouting "boo" at us is a pretty unsophisticated scheme, for a worg." The dwarf questions the Marshal, "You say he usually hunts farther north? Do we have any forces in that area?"
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