Deep concern cross's Lomans face. He takes a step forward eyes searching the Baroness for signs of a response. "Are there more?"
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Loman clears his throat a little, nervous of the Baroness's stare."The forest is..... wrong, I mean.. there is something wrong with the forest." Loman shuffles his feet a little and says;"I seek your council on a private matter.. it need not concern the others." Loman then looks to the floor, still uncomfortable in the current spot light he feels is upon him.
Up to his normal short talk, Loman gives a nod of head, "Baroness". He gives a mild nod to all those he ventured forth with before trying to embolden a sense of respect for their efforts past. He does not hide the perplexity on his face though. He seems eager to say something, but reluctant to appear impatient or being responsible for bring more troubles to the others again. Red: You would have full knowledge of Loman's post from Brad as you spend time with him regularly. He would confide his concerns about the forest and his missing master, as well as him wanting to get permission to investigate matters further and possibly search for him.
Loman took the events hard, as he blamed himself for a lot of it. He attended all the funerals, and showed as much respect as he could, but he would not speak to anyone. With the coaching of his Druid master and others in the town he slowly came out of the worst of his funk after about a month. A cloud still hung over his head, but a few distractions began for him. He finally was able to talk to the Baroness about the events and even went as far as to advise that the Kobolds would make better allies, than being left as is. He was of course, due to the events and his tracking skills selected as part of the diplomatic party (assuming it goes through). (Terms to be set by the ST). In addition to these envoys he also was tasked many Ranger and scouting missions by the Baroness(most likely to keep him moving and not brooding). Also, he began a new friendship with Red. A very awkward friendship at best due to both their social inabilities, but they got along well with little talking. Loman spent the time showing her things and places he knew, and soon she became his best friend. He still continued visiting the graves once a week, rain or shine, so as to never forget the efforts of the fallen. He would always pray for them and leave fresh flowers on each grave. *If the anniversary is coming up he would make a wild fruit/berry basket for families of the fallen and leave them for them (outside their house if available).
Loman remains as he is, seemingly numb to their words.
Loman remains silent and keeps his eyes to the ground only half paying attention, with obvious distaste and tension at being forced to listen about his poor decisions over again.
Loman wakes to Reds' start, but refrains from making any commotion to change the spot light on him. He bides his time waiting for everyone to leave/or in another possible case, collect us.
Loman glimpses at the crowd, completely aware of the stares of hatred. With another look at his fallen comrade and his' loved ones he closes his eyes tight to push back the tears that were beginning to form. He looks up at them and shouts;"They are not your enemy!"...small pause to breath... "Without her we would not be here now!"...this time he takes a gulp and the tears are evident..."These deaths are mine to carry, punish me as you will..." trailing off at the end whether due to emotional overload or exhaustion it is not clear ,but he loses his strength and falls to his knees before coming face first into the ground unconscious.
Breathing heavily from the trek, and the already weariness, Loman stands before Nighttail and Hak. With left hand extended out in a form of protection he draws his Great Sword, unable to hold it out, he instead drives it into the ground to support himself, but still stands defiantly before the coming forces.
Loman continues to stand there seemingly dazed, not sure what to do. Coming to the realization of where he is he slowly turns to his companions. Not needing a heal check as the obvious is on the two that had fallen, he checks on Red:
Realizing she is still breathing a his mood lifts if only a little. He looks again at the other two... he knew this was his fault. He was the one that started this selfish conquest. Failing to lift Red and with the pain visible on his face he mournfully asks Hak, "Will you help carry our friend here", looking between it and Red.
Loman shrugs of the spell the Chieftain through him. That's it!, Loman thinks to himself as he watches the stone sail over him. Loman strikes with all the swiftness he can muster.
As Loman stands over the Kobold, with sword still in it, his anger for the foul creature slowly fades to pity as he watches the life drift from its face.
Slightly perturbed by the stamina of the Chieftain Loman tries again to put a quick end to his existence.
Regaining his focus Loman strikes at the opportunity to finish the Chieftain.
*Correction
Loman stands defiantly in front of the Chieftain. He grasps his sword tight and swings, but midway has a flash back to his childhood when the kobolds attacked his family and remembers seeing one Kobold with his hand stretched out just like the one in front of him. Instead of a spell it was meant for attack, but the similarity startles him.
He falters in his swing coming just short of the Chieftains' neck.
Looking at the Kobold with a steadfast glare in front of the Chieftain, Loman brings his sword around again.
Loman fells the creature with one diagonal swing down its chest, then steps over the body to face the Chieftain once again.
Loman takes a deep breath as a second wind seems to enter his body, and takes a swing at the Kobold in front of him.
With a wide swing and all his strength Loman's sword slams into the Kobold sending it with a crash into the wall next to them. With a grimace on his face he takes a step forward and sneers at the Chief.
Woken from his daze by the searing of his flesh Loman snaps to attention. Drawing his great sword he lets out a scream of defiance and pain, then closes in on the closest Kobold.(the open spot above the dragon looks nice. With the fam on vaca in japan, so do not have my comp to move me)
Loman hearing Nighttail, continues for a moment to stare.... Why? Why are my instincts telling me to yield. "Master, he says to himself, I do not understand..." vividly(A flash back to him and his master walking in the wood). They come across a mother bear and her cubs. Angrily the mother bear notices them and runs at them stopping mere feet before them rising on her hind legs and roaring at the two travelers. "Look to the ground and slowly back away" his Master says. After a short time the mother bear drops to all fours and leaves in a dash back to her cubs. Looking up and watching them go Loman turns to his Master, "Why Master, why did she do that? We meant her no harm." His Master, also watching the bears go, "Ah, now that is a good question! Why do you not ask her that then?" Loman makes a confused face,"I cannot speak bear!" His Master smiles, "So then does she speak common tongue? How is she to know what our intentions are unless we show her?" Loman hangs his head and seems to contemplate this. His Master continues,"Most confrontations between nature and people, and even between people you will come to understand, will arise from misunderstanding."....Loman coming to focus still looking at the eggs, speaks blankly without looking to Nighttail,"Yes, well I guess that can work." Not really paying attention he follows suit still looking deep in thought.
Loman looks back to the Kobold in their party."Hey, Beastie. If we let their young be, will they raise them to kill people?" Loman patiently awaits her response, seemingly contemplating a decision.
Loman speaks frustrated, "Oh let me guess, because the filthy thing talks you don't want me to kill it?". He takes a sharp glance at the other Kobold in the group then promptly exits the room.
concern crosses Lomans face "Airak! Wait! Be carful of their eggs."
Loman, standing next to the downed turtle that Borin laid into, casually waves his hand over the wound he made and speaks an obvious divine spell component.
Loman looks up from his work, curiously looking at Airak.
Loman continues to observe Airak
Loman try's again... Attack(Non-Lethal, -4)
"Take care of that filth,"Loman nods to the Kobold," And get the others by, I will keep this guy distracted. He won't care about us once we are past his little home here." Loman looks back to the turtle and draw his quarter staff, "Sorry big guy, if I am gonna try and save your friend over there I can't have you nipping at my heels." Loman concentrates hard to strike at the right place... Attack(Non-Leathal, -4)
Loman speaks quizzically to the large turtle, puzzled by its actions."Your slave master is dead, why do you still attack?"Loman sheaths his sword and lowers into a defensive crouch (total def.) while trying to get a read on the animal. AC=20
Impatient of Borin, Loman squeezes past and follows Airaks' move and enters the room. Seeing him go right, Loman goes left and goes straight for the other Kobold.
Loman doesn't even think twice as he swings wide, the sword going right through the defending Kobold like butter. Loman stands amazed at his own feat as one half of the monster falls into the pool and the other motionless to the floor.
At first Loman shows a glint of bewilderment at the creature before them, but then returns to an unamused state and comments; "If that thing tries to eat us, I am not taking the blame."
Loman stops and turns around. "Fine, let it lead the way then. I will not listen to anything that comes out of that things filthy mouth though." Loman looks toward the kobold and spits at the ground in front of him.
Obviously distraught of the groups decision, Loman turns away from the creature, giving one last scow and murmurs under his breath; "Yes, we'll let you go, and we will see how far you can run too...". Without caution Loman heads toward the next available place to go.
Loman points at the creature with his sword and speaks with a snarl. "So the creature would hand over its' own people to be killed, just to save it's own skin." "If you so wish your suffering to be over I will gladly assist you onto the next life."
Loman hesitates at his friends pleas and holds his ground, sword still drawn, seemingly awaiting any reason to strike the monster down. The anger and disgust does not dissipate from his eyes, and he continues to stare down the creature.
Ire in his eyes "All these creatures do is kill! Innocent people, at that. And you would think of showing them any mercy that they would not even show a helpless child!" Loman's angered filled eyes turn toward the creature that stirred the most painful, and vile of feelings he ever had toward another. "For the good of every innocent person they have wronged I will make sure they feel the blade of my father's sword." Loman walks toward the Kobold drawing his Great Sword...
Loman moves into the room, dusting off the dirt from his shoulders. "Blasted monsters are endless!" Loman says bluntly staring directly at the tied up Kobold. " I don't see the point of removing the gag, it won't have anything good to say" Loman directs at Airak "I say we let Carlo off this one"
How many more of these foul creatures could there be, Loman thought to him self. He was beginning to get tired of dispatching them. They all still deserved to die, and if it had to be by his hand so be it.
Loman moves the other side of the gorge and attempts to take advantage of the Kobold that just jumped off the cliff.
Weary but still fueled by hate Loman brings his sword to the Kobold once more in an upward swing.
Even in the tight quarters the nimble creature seemed to just dodge another attack. Was it the creature getting smarter, or was it him reaching his limit. The foul beast seemed to give a little sneer at his lacking and Loman could feel the rage beginning to surface again. He needed to focus.
Loman steps up and swings at the creature he failed to hit on his last swing, his breathing grew heavier but he was not about to give up yet.
Swinging wide to have a better chance at hitting the foul thing, Loman connects hard on its side and doesn't stop. His swing comes full circle with the body of the already dead creature coming to a thud at the bottom of the trench and him facing the other two Kobolds.
With little concern of the events occurring behind him, Loman moves to strike down another of these foul creatures.
Loman rushes toward his next victim. Blood burning in excitement and rage. He rushes the larger group ignoring the pebbles thrown at his back. Swinging with his Great sword, he bellows at the Kobold he intends to kill.
Loman, his mind still on the chase ignores the stones that bounce of his shoulder. "Found you!" he exclaims as he spots his prey.
With the blood splatter from his prey his eyes narrow as Loman scan the room with a small smile spreading on his face, and what would seem a low growl.
Loman sees his opportunity. "You will not get away so easily!" he says has he rushes past the Dwarf and after the one that got away.
Loman distracted by his feelings of relief and anguish seemed distanced from the group. This new threat of Kobolds as they are called, garnered his attention once again and now he waits impatiently in the back of the group.
Loman closes his eyes for a moment, as if trying to remember something, then steps in close and swings with all his might.
Again the creature seems to just move out of the way. Loman swears he can see the creature smiling at him, mocking him, infuriating him futher.
A little bit of rage washes off of Loman, and he realizes there are still people about. Looking up he selects his next target.
Loman's arms just seem so heavy, he could not muster an accurate swing. He grits his teeth in frustration.
Loman ignores the arrow now stuck in his flesh and the pushes back the pain on his searing skin. He swings his sword with all the effort in his arms, his knuckles white from the grip on the blade.
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