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Unless anything of value looks like it could be had, Khasra moves through and opens the next door.
I apologize in advance for not posting recently. I lost my job which has led me to scramble to get things in motion to keep my bills paid. I will be getting a post up tonight to keep things moving. Once again I apologize. Life throws a curve ball every now and again.
With the pugs now dispatched, Khasra begins to look around the altar and the area surrounding it. He deftly steps around said excrement while doing so.
I am in agreeance with this.
Khasra once again lets another arrow at the same pug as before.
"I hate pugs." Khasra says with a small amount of contempt.
Khasra puts an arrow straight at the obese one. He wants to take him out first.
I'll get a post up when I get home. Busy day at work. And since Khasra speaks Gnoll, what did the main one say? -Posted with Wayfinder
Khasra makes a scoffing sound as they move through the ruins. "Announce our presence, yes. We need to be ambushed." he says with obvious contempt and a hard look at Thurrios. -Posted with Wayfinder
With his bow drawn, Khasra follows behind Thurrios as everyone makes their way into the ruins.
-Posted with Wayfinder
Khasra nods as he is handed the coin-filled pouch. "Guard duty, I'll assist first watch." he states as the Majordomo hands him the money. "Objections?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Khasra merely grunts for a response as they head back to Almah. -Posted with Wayfinder
I'm fine with the group size just now, unless it is preferred to have five. -Posted with Wayfinder
Khasra wipes off his blade on the pug. "That ends that." he says calmly as he wipes off the small spots of blood from the thorns. "Unless you think there are more out there?" Khasra asks Dashki curiously.
Work update: I will be traveling this evening for my employer. I will try to post tomorrow evening as I am able. -Posted with Wayfinder
Drawing his rapier as he moves, Khasra steps to the little gremlin and takes a swing. "Well look what we have here, a puggie!" Khasra says with the first hint of humor since the others met him. With a small smirk on his face he stabs at the little creature.
Hey everyone. My mom-in-law is doing well and the rehab center. Getting back to a regular schedule takes time after such an intense situation such as this, so I have been attempting to get myself back in jerk mode...I mean the proper mindset to play again. I will catch up on the gameplay thread I will get a post up. Glad to be back! -Posted with Wayfinder
Status update: she successfully had angioplasty and a stint put in. They checked for a stroke and found no signs of such. She sleeps for the most part, though she is not recognizing anyone and is not very coherent. The surgery being a success was most welcome, though there is still more yet to come. We still have to see if her body rejects or accepts said stint, which will come with time. That's about it for now.
My mother-in-law is in the hospital after having suffered a heart attack. I do not know when I will be available to post. I will post updates at varying intervals.
Khasra ignores Dashki's attitude and continues to listen to Almah.
"What makes him a gnoll expert?" Khasra asks with the same flat demeanor he has been using.
You're fine! I am enjoying myself as well. If I feel anything goes over the top I will mention it. I will say that this is the first time I have played a character who is quite the jerk. How am I doing?
"Does it matter if I did?" Khatijah asks, her voice as flat as ever as she turns her attention to Garavel. "If I have something to say to you, I will. You heard it from Dashki did you not? I just said that someone somewhere always believes it was pugwampis, and since we were talking about him that means I was referring to him." Khasra says in a slightly irritated tone of voice.
"If I didn't say it, I didn't imply it. Are you looking for offense?" he says as he cocks his head to one side in a curious manner.
Khasra sighs. "Pugwampis. Not that again. Someone always believes that junk, no matter where you go."
While Khasra notes the things said by the men, he pays their derisive attitude little mind. As they go to speak with Dashki is when Khasra comments again. "They don't like the gnoll hunter. We shall soon find out if they are justified." he says with a small bit of curiosity in his voice. As they arrive he finds Marossa engaged in conversation with the man. Khasra moves next to the woman and waits while giving a small nod to the hunter.
Apologies for not having posted recently. I have not been feeling well. Having a very harsh headache, feels just about like a migraine, but I am not sure. I can't get myself in the mindset to play my characters when I am like that. It's a push just to be able to be at work. I'll get something in the morning when I settle in at work. I plan on quality sleep tonight so I'll be back in my groove soon. :-)
Reasonable questions, though he needs to stop flapping his mouth about everything else." "I am a desert survivalist and tracker. As for combat, I am proficient as Gnolls are a constant threat on the frontier." he says evenly.
So far so good. I am liking it. The group dynamic is quite interesting. :-)
Khasra merely glances at Thurrios when he makes his comment.
"Does she even know how to survive out here? She reeks of a city-dweller, and is a liability until she proves otherwise. Her command decisions could spell dire consequences for us all. She warrants further observation." Khasra steps forward and begins to speak in an even voice. "Very well. I want the names of everyone who was present before the rest of us arrived. Who was around that wagon at the time of the fire? Does any member of the caravan use magic?" He takes a breath and continues. "Have there been any sightings of bandits or other roaming groups? Any strange weather patterns? Anything out of the ordinary is what I want. Little details, even those that you may have passed over thinking they were unimportant." He finishes and looks at the others to see if they have anything to say. His eyes and face are impassive.
Khasra watches when Almah walks away, and then Garavel speaks to him he responds. "As do I. Questions are most needed." he says calmly. With that, Khasra heads to the tent.
Khasra moves over to where Garavel is speaking with the woman. When he walks up, what are they talking about?
How much smoke is being put off from the smoldering tree? Is it a small amount or is it billowing out over the desert?
Helping where and as he can, Khasra gathers sand with the pail to put the fire out.
Khasra quickly dismounts and immediately springs into action. He begins barking orders to those already trying to put the fire out. "Use sand or dirt! Water isn't the only thing that works! We need shovels to dig for the dirt. Use your head!" he says while looking for anything he can use for a shovel if none are available.
Then it's off to Ustalav to investigate some weird happenings at some abandoned prison. Hehe, I use the same avatar as you have there in a Carrion Crown for a paladin.
For the moment, Khasra seemed oblivious to the words of Thurrios. As they continue on Khasra lapses into silence. His face continues to be expressionless.
"I did." he says flatly.
"My life has no room for your ways, nor do I care when someone lets their feelings get hurt over every little thing. The desert is harsh, and so am I. There is no place in my life for flamboyant frailties." Khasra says evenly. This time he shows no expression on his face, irritated or otherwise. He leaves the implication of what his words mean hanging in the air.
However you feel. I probably won't be able to post again till later tonight. I will be able to check, but can't much type on a phone. D: At least not up to acceptable standards. If you have an Android phone, you might consider Wayfinder. I use it and it helps a lot.
Sorry I hadn't posted yesterday. By the time I got home from work my energy dropped a lot. I hadn't slept well the night before and I went to bed very early. I don't mind any interaction at this juncture, so when you feel the right time to move on needs to happen go ahead and move things on. In other words, at your discretion.
Khasra rides in silence, his face emotionless during their trip. He prefers to hear what the desert has to say, which is why he is quiet. His efforts were doing well enough when people started talking nonstop. So far they were unmolested during their trip. He would remain alert to any threat should the voices attract attention.
"A bolt? This one bears further watching."
"Arid? You know not where to look. The desert is full of live giving water if you but ask for it." he says with irritably with a sideways glance at the man. |