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"Well now if that ain't a kick in the teeth." Logarth says with a grin.
I forgot about the bardic performance so my sweep attack would actually be a 14 v the bad guy's cmd
Upon missing the fleeing man's legs, in anger Logarth puts his fist through a board in the floor.
Forgot his Attack of Opportunity.
Reflex save:
Then reflex to pull Slice out:
Seeing his opportunity Logarth strikes out with an open palm strike to the heart.
Fort save:
Logarth tries to calm himself.
"Damn you all! You shall perish this day!"
Logarth moves himself as to provide flanking for Slice.
Logarth dodges in and attacks the closest baddie with a left hook and right uppercut.
Taking Lance up on his offer."A little drink would do well."
"I say we should be going to visit that priest get things going on..."
1. Logarth wants to see the money returned to be sure. My vote is to take it first to the priest and see if he has any insights into who we can trust with this information and then go from there.
"It all be the same to me...but I be bettin that door is trapped too. Seems to me this whole place be one big trap, but perhaps it be better for us to set it off then say the Mayor."
"So he be the one that belongs to the medallion I got from the mines? I say that we should take all this back to that priest of yours, perhaps then we can motivate this town to rid itself of some scum."
"Now that gives a whole new meaning to blue in the face." Logarth says with a chuckle.
"My money be on that being another bobbie trap...perhaps a quick peek through the lock will let us know."
"Well so much for them not knowing we are here. May as well had a trumpet announcing us."
"See Slice we all can learn." Logarth says with a wink.
"Unless this fool is both blind and dumb seems like we have lost the element of surprise. I should like to possibly help him become both." Logarth says with a wide toothy grin.
Logarth nods to Lance and then motions with his head to Slice.
"Let go!" Logarth bellows loud enough to startle those close.
"If we be headin to this windmill then I say we best be quick about it. My fists have a date with Jim's face... Then we shall find any proof that is needed I am sure. Perhaps after we find this proof the priest can help us with our predicament."
"Aye a few drinks and a hot meal as I recall. Seems you and I are brothers in combat with nearly identical wounds and thus we shall share more than drinks. I have many a story to tell." Then turning the others,"Well what say you all? Perhaps a few drinks and a hot meal would do us all well as we sort out all the information we have, but if ye be up for bustin some teeth well my appetite can wait."
Logarth looks back at Lance taking in everything that has been said and quietly processing the information."Well lad I do reckon that there be a priest in this godforsaken town and perhaps the mayor would know more. But as for me I would say that we best find the others and together we go about puttin all this puzzle together. However I reckon that we best be movin along until this puzzle is put together."
Looking back at Lance, Logarth smiles then widens his stride. "The faster the better. While last time at the tomb I didn't notice anything in particular, but that doesn't mean there was nothing there, instead and most likely it was that I wasn't looking in the right place."
"Ye be missing me point, lad. Fer whatever reason we be drawed here by something fierce in the way o' spellcasting or magical powers in general... mayhap even the gods, as may be,"Lance adds, making a warding symbol at the thought of some god or demon-spawned supernatural curse. "What be the use of running from this place to wherever our homes be? We be getting home, and then? What's to stop what be drawing us back to this place from doing it again? And again after that? What purpose we got here? Why we be being here, eh? Fer what reason? And what in the nine hells we need be doing to keep us from getting drawed back to this rock again..." "Perhaps you be right about gettin home my guess is until we finish whatever business has brought us to this Godforsaken rock we can't be leavin if you know what I mean. Now, perhaps before we meet the others in the Tavern for a stiff drink and hot meal perhaps a second look at that tomb could tell us more. What say you to a quick stop lad?"
"Naught can be done about a lad's own worries, so it be best if he turn his back on 'em. We be stuck in the ass-end of the world with a strange bunch o' shipmates... some of them be ugly in heart and deed, and others seem eager to be as changeable as the bloody seas; changing their tune and song when and if it suits their fancy, and how. But what can be done? Talking won't mend it, remunating won't change it... they be here, and we be here... and they don't give a tinker's cuss about naught but themselves, I think... Anyhow, that be on my mine, and ye be asking, so I be saying... I'd not say so if ye hadn't talked on it, though... but it were on me mind fer a reason, so I spoke at yer asking. But what's done is done... best keep our eyes forward then, and look out fer each other... else we all be up to our necks in dung and piss, 'cause I don't know about ye, lad, but I be planning on doing what I can to get off this little bugger of an island an moving on right soon; fresh winds, fresh sea, and sails fer home..."he adds the last flatly, not with a wistful enthusiasm of sailing for free ports. Rather, he speaks as a man who is surrounded by evil on all sides, and no choice he makes will matter much to the turning of his fate. "We all be what we be, time and temper molded us this way. We have like you said a choice to be about whatever business that brought us to this 'ass end of the world' or we can relish and die here. I myself am eager to get back to my sanctuary. I would say that we best find the others buy a round have a bite and then do what we can to find out about those letters, the drow, and that Jim fellow. I myself can't wait to break his smiling teeth."
"That lad Jim... he's got a strange way about him... Looks fair and feels foul, if ye take my meaning, from what I recall in the town. And ye mark how the boy's dad be nervous like when he brought up the name to us? And how this "Jim" lad be warning us back from the mines, as if he got something to protect? Ye don't get a plan like the one we done see below the dirt and mud without having friends above, as may be. Lad, I be thinking we need to watch this Jim fellow... one hand our purse, the other on a weapon... strikes me like lad who'd cut yer throat fer coin or make mischief fer amusement. Just be keeping yer eyes open and yer speach subtle, if ye take my meaning,"he adds as they continue to walk. "I agree there is something wrong and amiss with that one. He seems like the kind to punch you in the nose so your eyes water and then while you can't see he takes your weapon and your purse. I will speak soft, but know my fists carry a lot of metal if you catch my drift." As they walk Logarth can tell something is eating away at Lance. "Besides this Jim fellow what seems to ail you lad? As for me that dead boy weighs more than a blacksmith's anvil."
"Aye his body is being taken to the priest as we speak. The costs shall come from our satchels." Then with a stone face he looks back at the father,"Jim Oakenbough you say? He a man that smiles a lot? Met a bloak outside the mine with a few of his pals rubbed me the wrong way. He was smilin the whole time and insisted that we not look for your boys in the mine. I believe that we have somethin from the Hobgoblins that took your boys should you care to meet us at the Tavern. But I do thank you for the information and my condolences on your loss."
Once Logarth and Lance get to the boy's home Logarth allows Lance to deliver the boy to the parents before stepping forward.
Logarth will go to deliver the boy that is alive back to his family. While there he will show the badge to the family and ask if they recognize it.
"Alright, but we should give the village as much warning as possible. Also I need to show this badge around see if anyone recognizes it." I hope it isn't the mayor that was out....
Logarth once again takes the lead as we head down the other tunnel. "Hope this takes us out seems like we have a bit o' preparin to do to take out these drow invaders."
"Perhaps we can disorient them by destroying their markings and collapse their tunnel to the surface as to go down there a man short and with this young lad would be suicide indeed. But should everyone want I am just as ready to jump down as ever. I suggest that we look for away out." Perception:
"Bout time you saw reason stay close and follow me!" Logarth pushes ahead of the rest.
Perception:
Looking at Cael,"For someone so large you think well on your feet tis for sure."
"Perhaps we should find some rocks and we can use my gui to weigh down all the armor to protect it from floating away."
"Should you feel it wise I can lead us into this passage as light is not as important for me." Logarth pauses to look around for acknowledgement before doing anything.
Logarth begins to snarl a bit,"If we be going after the lad that is alive I wager that we best be movin as I have little desire to become a buoy. Also I once again persist that those of you who wear armor remove it before we be swimming." Logarth says and looks very proud of the fact that he does not have to disarmor himself.
For DM only:
I think my signature item would be brass knuckles if they would be allowed with monk weapons and furry of blows otherwise some type of pendant perhaps from the acolytes at the temple. Looking at the collapsed Cael, "Perhaps a bit of martial arts conditioning would do you good." Logarth bellows with laughter and then goes over to help Cael up.
"Thank you master Cael, now as for the water I am a bit concerned it is raising more steadily now, perhaps it be wise that those with armor take it off as we may have to take a dip. Seems the other child fled down this tunnel. I think we should go after him and bring at least one child safely back to town."
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