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K'z'k take the moment of relaxation to drink water and stand, unmoving, except for the twitching of her antennae.
K'z'k looks up. "I am hungry, but the clutch is not eating."
K'z'k pays little attention to the discussion, contenting herself with chewing and drawing along her rock.
K'z'k waves her antennae, smelling the breeze. "This is convenient. I am quite famished after our travels."
"As you wish, Master."
K'z'k studies the stone she has been carrying since the beginning of the trek. Over time, the stone has been painted with red lines in multiple directions, from a preparation of dust and her own acidic spittle. She looks to the horizon. "Yes, that is different. There will need to be difference to leave this sameness. I will follow you, Master."
K'z'k looks around, her antennae twitching. "You are doing the useless prey thing, yes? Everyone usually rests at night, it will be convenient to rest during the day when there is more light. It is easier to see the patterns at daytime. I can remain bored for you while you are useless. There is a pretty rock here."
While traveling, K'z'k stays silent, mostly, picking up a stone. She manipulates the stone while she walks, spitting upon it and scraping the acrid spittle across its surface while she looks around. Reddish dots and lines and patterns cover the face of the stone. She stops, stares at it, looks at the horizon, back at the painted rock, and begins to dig.
K'z'k says simply, "Agreed," and stays close to Xanyon.
"I will follow, master," K'z'k replies. The thri-kreen steps in line behind Xanyon.
K'z'k takes the waterskin and bundles up the remains of the guard and slings it on her back. She curiously watches as the others choose weapons and armor. "We leave now? Are you done with the fake carapaces?"
"Do we have a direction? The wagon continued along one path, the raiders left upon a second, and the guards fled along a third. Let us choose a direction and go. The night will cool our heated bodies effectively."
"The humans, they prefer to burn their food before eating, yes? But would not taking the stores from the fleeing guards be simpler?"
"Guards do not require convincing and we must ensure that they do not drink any remaining water out of spite." K'z'k starts chewing at the guard she just dispatched to cut through limb tissue for ease of transport.
"Now we have food. We need more water."
The thri-kreen does not even bother acknowledging the guard, but instead leaps upon him to tear him to pieces. Claw: Damage:
Claw crit: Damage:
K'z'k hops out of the caravan, and attempts to shut the ramp after herself, sealing the fire inside.
Surprised at the retreating attackers, K'z'k considers giving chase for a moment, then realizes that there are still prey present.
Crit for Claw 4: Crit Damage:
Claw: Damage:
Recognizing that the attackers are ready to charge, K'z'k waits by the entryway, just beyond the corner, ready to pounce.
Having dispatched her first enemy, and seeing the creatures closing in, K'z'k leaps across the platform and readies an attack on the first creature to make it through the door.
K'z'k hops over the rail to engage the guard on the platform, attacking with a lightning-quick jab of a sharpened joint. Jump:
K'z'k joins Xanyon in the attempt to burst through the bar.
Listening to Averel's comment, K'z'k concludes, "Then we need to be the only winners." She immediately tries to open the door to the room to head out.
Strength: Casually removing the harness as if it were merely clothing, the thri-kreen bursts through her bonds, turns to Morthak standing next to her, and pulls hard. Strength:
"Scavengers always love the fight," K'z'k observes. "They do not care about the capability of the fighters, only that there is flesh to feast upon afterward."
GM: While the conversation continues, K'z'k sees whether it is possible to maneuver a claw to her bindings on her lower limbs. Perhaps slicing through this is slow going, but there is no similar bone here. Escape Artist?:
I had an unanticipated lack of connectivity for a few days, but I'm back up and don't expect any delays until around the Labor Day weekend--when I might be just out and about instead.
The thri-kreen, having stayed quite silent for days, suddenly responds, "What is the path from Urik to Nibenay?"
The thri-kreen seemingly makes no notice of the others in the cage, and sets about chewing a bit of straw she had managed to gather in the pens. She then regurgitates the chewed straw and dips her claw into the chew and starts spreading it around in some abstract pattern. Individuals, drawn with long, distorted limbs and evident, each reaching out to each other in some way. It is then encased in a cage.
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k stops and waits the inevitable, wondering why there is punishment. Scavengers have their prize, and it is a good, fat one, too.
Ah, a bit of railroad, got it. Thanks for clarifying, carry on.
DM and Xanyon: "The guards are big. We need someplace small." K'z'k starts looking around for convenient crawlspaces that a half-giant would have difficulty passing through. The sewers? A high window? Slaves' quarters? Perception:
DM and Xanyon: "Urik is Hamanu's hunting ground. That is why it is so filled with scavengers."
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k takes off with Xanyon, replying, "It is a pity, we make the kill but scavengers descend too rapidly and forcefully. Is that why there is less hunting in the city?"
DM and Xanyon: "Xhalask, and Hlanast the Slayer, an elf, is the servant he usually entrusts me with." K'z'k remains quiet, standing by Xanyon, for the encounter, continuing her role as slave. Aid Another's Bluff:
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k replies, "Yes, Master Xanyon," and walks down the street, heading for the portal back to the outer section of Urik.
DM and Xanyon: "These walls are too high."
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k listens a moment for which end has guards more quickly approaching, then runs at top speed for the other end. Perception:
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k finishes her bite and thinks about eating more, but realizes that there will be even more attackers shortly. She looks around the alleyway for exits. How high are the buildings? Are there extra doorways or other alleyways? She looks at Xanyon as she removes her hair braid. "Where to, Master?"
DM and Xanyon: K'z'k continues her relentless chewing on her first hunt-meal in a long time. Grapple:
DM and Xanyon: Will save: HP 6/11
DM and Xanyon: "No, Master," the kreen slave replies, as she begins to feed. Grapple check:
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