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Only saw your post just now - don't feel bad - you did tell us you were going away to Micronesia after all... I'm not sure I'm still keen to play without Brother Kendram, unless we can find another replacement. I know the game-comcept was originally a solo affair, I'm just not sure Kadan and Kuhl can survive it all together...Also I like the triad of personalities we had going on...
Wait until you have to pay for something with a coin-wheel as big as a house. Though if I remember corectly that is a marriage currency...
Truk? I thought it was Yap? ;)
"Oh, not by us, I was just giving milady a run down of what seem to have happened to us."
Kuhl frowns, and is unable to stop himself from interjecting. "Which "King""? I thought the Baklands were free from such petty and feudal notions. Here you can rob, ambush and pillage with impunity."
Kuhl rubs his jaw with a laconic smile, then squints and chuckles. "Right you are Meisters Sense and Sensibility. An empty belly and foreign grog lead to a sore head, or worse. Lead on good sirs..."
"However they might acquire it..." Kuhl adds, eyeing the villagers in much the same way they are eying him.
Kuhl stands stock still where he is, remembering faintly advice to the effect that running away is likely not a good plan, and thinking that a lack of aggression might be prudent.
"Aye. I could do with a warm belly." grumbles Kuhl. In his eagerness to increase the distance between himself and the goblins, and decrease that between himself and possible stew Kuhl saunters onto the bridge.
Nuts and seeds fly, Kuhl almost choking as he rises quickly. "Fyxe! He's scarpered! Run!!!" the grizzled warriror yells as he rushes to pick up his weapon and run also.
Heh, Yap. I worked in Palau for a little while, it is a beautiful part of the world. I vote "A".
Hey, take your time - I'm absolutely fine with you exploring the cave. Kuhl has nuts to chew, quips to make and a stuffy cleric to sit with and accidentally annoy with his distinct lack of religion.
After watching Kadan slip into the dark maw of the cave, Kuhl sits down and pops a few seeds and nuts into his mouth. It isn't enough to provide much nourishment, but it does pass the time. He offers some companionably to Brother Kendram. "You think we'll see him again?" he asks Brother Kendram conversationally, as one might ask about a friend's opinion of a passing cloud.
Kuhl scratches at his beard. "Thirty, eh? Almost too many. But sure, if you are keen - go scout, but don't be too long - the Crown of Kings does not wait within, yet every day we dither he at Mampang grows stronger..."
*sigh* I knew. It's my fault really... I'll have to check out the Sorcery game. Also there is a Warlock of Firetop Mountain app/game with actual graphics...all the others are just emulated books...
"I would say: we are going up, and thus the sign tells us not to go further...up. I vite we go up. I do not enjoy threats." As Brother Kendram gets excited Kuhl reacts with raised eyebrows. "Brother Kendram? Who do you yell at?"
"Come hither my fine strapping warlord" cooed the many mammaried succubi as she... "Gah"" Kuhl mumbles, wiping drool from his stubble. "Wah?!?" he quickly looks around. "I don't think we can eat that!". The brawny warrior stands, and searches for his shortbow reluctantly...
Kuhl agrees - besides he has the Baklands flu and needs his rest.
"What? Where!?! Can we cook them?" blusters Kuhl.
Kuhl is disappointed there will be no honey in tea, or mead or on griddlecakes or... Looking up the path, then down, Kuhl shrugs... "Clearer air up there, as the old saying goes..." he agrees with Kadan.
Kuhl smiles, happy Kadan has the cunning and wits Kuhl does not possess. "I do!" The warrior swaps places with Brother Kendram and begins rifling through his "pack", the small sack he has tied crosswise over one shoulder. Noting the proximity to a world of conflagration, Kuhl carefully prepares a torch with his flint and tinder.
Kuhl' stomach wins out over Brother Kendram's sermon. His mind works quickly on a counter argument. "Libra's sign is the balance, is it not? And the balance is in our favour - we helped the old man. Perhaps honey is a...material reward, beyond our spiritual salvation..." Kuhl finishes lamely, exerting himself as he gives Kadan's a boost toward the honey.
Kuhl chuckles, and bids the old man godspeed. "Brave you are and hardy too uncle - the Baklands are not soft. But your journey is almost over, and ours barely begun, so I'll keep my victuals if it is all the same to you..." Kuhl looks at a Brother Kendram, and then to the golden bounty stored up in the tree. "Mhm. Honey. That might be nice on some griddlecakes! Should we finish Kadan's heist?"
"Oh, all right..." mutters Kuhl good naturedly, and gives the other two a hand.
Kuhl laughs as the beehive survives Kadan's assault. And continues to watch.
Kuhl frowns, but not out of anger or disappointment. More...as an outward expression of bemused confusion. These Baklands are quite...queer...
Kuhl sniffs the boot, and drops it in disgust. "I guess not."
Kuhl considers the old man in the tree and wonders how the elder came to be in such a predicament. Taking up his usual casual stance, leaning on his downpointing sword, he grins. "Do you require assistance Uncle?"
Kuhl watches them flee with little interest, then snorts and setst o the important task of (assuredly, with Kadan) looting their bodies. He talks matter-of-factly while stripping boots, rolling limbs and rifling through meagre possessions. "I hate bullies. And I hate....*atchoo*....dumb bullies. *atchoo-atchoo* Now I may not be smart, but I'm no bullly. So I like me well enough. *atchoo*. Damn Baklands flu. *atchoo*. Mhm. These folk don't hold much store in washing do they? *atchoo*. Least I can't smell them as much..*atchoo*" The warrior pauses in his work, one boot* upended in his hand. He continues as he patiently watches dust and dirt flow out. " Now, see, if this is going to be the Baklands welcome, maybe we should hire us a guide, or at least an expendable scout..." *or sandal, if boot unavailable
Slightly surprised at Brother Kendram's unorthodox approach to spreading Libra's word and justice, the grizzled warrior joins the fray, swinging at the same man recently brained. [+1 Str, +1 for bless]
Kuhl goes to wipe his face, but finds it clean already. He leans on the pommel of his down-pointing greatsword, smiling in the direction of the boulder.
Copy that GM BrOp! Hope you are weathering the storm or flying well above it...
Kuhl shakes his head. "You'll not budge him Kadan, and I must agree - we'll be no better than they if we resort to subterfuge. I know it's your specialty, but we must retain our honour if we are to regain the Crown..." Kuhl then finishes his soup and wipes his chin with the back of his hand.
Kuhl' eyebrows raise in considered estimation of the thief. "Huh. Hafta try that sometime." he mutters. With soup still on his chin, the warrior stretches his arms out in front, then behind again, touching the walls of the rude hut. "So, you want to try again, or mebbe ambush them?" Kuhl looks from Kadan to Kendram questioningly.
Kuhl sniffs the stew suspiciously and stares at Kadan. "What worked?" the burly swordsman asks, quickly gripping the hilt of his greatsword...
Slightly surprised to being still in one piece, in fact, still unharmed, Kuhl continues his assault on the talkative bandit. His surprise continues as he swings wildly.
Kuhl is just wiping his face with the back of his hand when the locals prove tough. He smiles as Kadan tries to nuance something that only a blade ends. So. Baklands welcome. Kuhl responds in kind, feinting to attack one of the villagers menacing the thief - the mouthy one.
Coughing mightily, and supremely indignant that he has heard nothing of the miasma, Kuhl blusters his way through. "Yes! The famous miasma. Were it not for my sinuses, I might feel the worse for wear. Bless' be Libra that she gifted me with naught but 'flu, ere to ward off the famous Bakish miasma!" Looking at the map, Kuhl nods. "Though I need not rest, learning the lay of the land may be wise. Onward to Cantopani!"
Kuhl snorts, though not in any particular direction, nor in response to any comment. He just...snorts. Something in my nose...damn flowery weeds! Kuhl nods, though he is somewhat disagreeing with Kazan. "Cities are dens of ini...inik... ah... vice and weakness. The further we can get from Arkleton the better. Too many confined spaces, and that's just the streets!" The warrior snorts again for good measure. Hopefully an apothecary will cross our path...Damn nose!
Kuhl fights. He's heavily armored, having overcome a few adventures by the skin of his teeth and burning through all his Luck, but acquiring some fairly decent equipment. Kuhl is loyal to his allies, and looks to them for direction and leadership. Having said that, he is impressionable, and has a strong opinion of Titan, and how it appears before his untutored eyes. 1) Why are you risking your life for the greater good of the inhabitants of the Old World?
2) What do you think about the dangerous and largely lawless inhabitants of Kakhabad? Kuhl's father told him many colorful stories of Kakhabad, including one that suggested his maternal great grandmother may have come from there. Mostly though, Kuhl believes what most Analanders know - that Kakhabad is wild, untamed and dangerous, and the denizens wyrd, frightening (to the lily-livered), and deadly. 3) Do you work well in a group, or do you think you'd be better off on your own? While Kuhl may push a strong game, he knows he's not that bright, and too stupid to succeed on his own.
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