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"He has nothing more to tell us. Put him out of his misery, or let him go, whatever you desire. Let's go find this Rohkar and Vrixx and get some answers from someone who can actually give them." Lurruk shrugs and starts preparing his gear to move onwards. I'd like to get a look at that half-orc too! I wonder how she compares to Lanyssa. Lurruk glances at Lanyssa quickly as this thought crosses his mind.
Lurruk watches Grievous execute the fey with no reaction. "I'm guessing we will see many more such creatures in these woods. Good riddance."
Lurruk lets loose again, firing at the spot he last saw the fey.
Beauty continues to peck at the fey as well.
Lurruk, frustrated, pauses to call upon his battle spirit to assist them in their archery.
Meanwhile, he calls empathically to Beauty, instructing her to hit the fey and distract it. She swoops in silently and claws at the fey.
Lurruk has already had trouble on this icy river crossing before. Seeing all the others falling before he steps on, he decides to draw out his crossbow and fire at the fey from here.
When the elemental disappears, Lurruk raises his longsword high, calling "Whoever you are casting this foolish illusion in our path, show yourselves now and you can still receive our mercy. Do not force us to destroy you!"
Lurruk draws his longsword. "Leave my friends alone or you will face the consequences."
Meanwhile, hearing Hendra's theory, he instructs Beauty to fly over and see if she can spot any hidden fey.
Lurruk is moved by the siblings' story. "That is horrible. Beauty and I will do what we can to help you overcome all that evil. Next question: who or what is this Baba Yaga? Your grandmother is that right?"
Lurruk can see that Hendra doesn't need any help with tracking, but he offers it anyway. Something about the dark elf fascinates him- maybe it's her strange mannerisms, maybe it's her ruthless efficiency.
Well, let's hear your story then, Freyr!" requests Lurruk once they get underway.
"Shall we bring the wounded back to your shop, Grey? Then we can take care of them in the morning and be prepared to continue."
"How far is it back to town?" Lurruk offers an arm to Hendra. "You fight well and deserve my assistance."
Lurruk stands up carefully and tries to move around toward the elemental.
...And promptly falls back down. Beauty squawks from above and Lurruk curses.
Lurruk can't help but appreciate the female with the deadly falchion. He redoubles his effort swinging his own longsword.
Lurruk hears Lanyssa's cry behind him and turns just in time to see the attackers. He is about to cry out to her until he sees her prowess with the falchion. Grinning, he draws his sword and swings at the nearest elemental.
Lurruk moves slowly across the slippery ice. "Careful everyone! This frozen ground seems suspiciously weak."
Lurruk hasn't seen anything actually dangerous, so he leads the party carefully across the frozen stream bed, giving the snowman a wide berth.
The stunning shriek is more than Lurruk can handle.
"All snowmen speak, but most horses can't understand them," grins Lurruk. He cautiously approaches the bizarre snowman, unlike anything he has yet seen.
He sends Beauty off to scout across the stream from high above.
Lurruk is highly amused by this talking horse. Turning to Hendra, he says, "He seems harmless enough. I have seen far more bizarre creatures in my day. And besides, we need to track those bandits. If the horse can lead us to the water, I say we take a drink."
Lurruk smirks at the others' impatience. "Hello, my friend. Have you seen such people pass through here? Can you help us to find them? The Lady is in grave danger."
Lurruk listens with some impatience. "We have been spending too much time wondering why the bandits are doing what they do. Let's just hurry and find them so we can ask them directly."
Lurruk magnanimously calls upon the spirits to heal the drow.
"If we come back by this way, we can collect all these items and sell them in town. The poor departed won't be needing them any further."
Lurruk yawns while looking through the chest, seeing little of interest until happening upon the masterwork longsword. He tests its weight, taking pleasure in its fine craftsmanship. "I do believe this is a finer weapon than the one I have been carrying around."
Lurruk looks at Hendra. "If you really wish to open the mystery chest then go ahead. I will do my best to patch you up afterwards. Otherwise let's leave this red herring behind and continue our chase."
"Perhaps they were ironically ambushed by someone else and forced to flee? Back home the best time to attack someone was when they were celebrating a victory."
Lurruk hefts the breastplate. "I have no issue taking from the dead in order to avenge them. I suspect the nobility won't care to see me wearing this so I shall need to do something about the markings." With that, he removes his scale mail and dons the Captain's breastplate.
"What have you got there, Faethara?"
Lurruk accepts Hendra's gift with a bemused smile. "Er, thank you." He wraps the tusk up in a scrap of cloth and puts into a pocket of his cloak. As they continue on, he is astonished to see what he already knew to be there- "Snow! Is this really what it's like? It's beautiful and terrible all at once." Beauty swoops in and lands on Lurruk's shoulder, shaking the snow from her. She seems happy, as far as owls go. The half-orc says, "I told you I would bring you home, little one! Did you have success hunting while we fought the troll?" When they reach the others, Lurruk greets Grey warmly and smiles sheepishly at Lanyssa. "Hello again." He takes a look around the burned-out carriage. He whistles lowly when he sees the extent of the destruction. "Yes we sure could have used some flames like this against the rotten troll."
"It wasn't my idea but I will take credit anyway," grins Lurruk. To Hendra's question he replies, "I'm called Lurruk. Don't worry about it- I'm used to your boorish manners already." His eyes have a sliver of a sparkle this time addressing her.
Lurruk nods at Freyr's suggestion and withdraws a torch from his pack. "I have candles as well if that will help."
Lurruk calls out, "If it's immortal why are you running towards it? Let's get out of here!" He sighs when he sees both the pale man and the dark elf engage the troll. He moves after them, engaging with the spirit of battle.
Lurruk bows and gestures in mock deference to Hendra. "As you wish." He does not see any need to follow her into the bush at this point.
"I don't see it." The snowy owl circles overhead. "Beauty, can you see anything, sweetheart?"
Lurruk listens to Hendra's theorizing with impatience. "We won't know any of this for sure until we actually go see. Let's visit the ambush site first and see if we can pick up the Lady's trail from there." When they exit the building, Beauty takes to the skies with a shrill cry. "Be my eyes, little one! Find the Lady!" calls Lurruk after her.
Lurruk groans when the drow enters the apothecary shop but keeps his focus on the wounded warrior. "How will we know her if we find her? And why would she trust us? Do you use a signal or something?"
Lurruk can't wait. As soon as Freyr finishes speaking, the half-or cuts in: "Was it a white witch out there? Who ambushed you? What happened? Where is the snow?" Beauty alights on his shoulder and nips his ear. The pain and blood snaps Lurruk back to his senses. He releases the warrior's sleeve and coughs. "Sorry about that, my good fellow. But seriously, white witch?"
Lurruk is torn between tending to the wounded man and hurrying to the ambush spot, but he is fine with either option considering neither includes Hendra. "Let me give you a hand with him." The half-orc grabs the warrior's feet to assist Freyr.
Lurruk has dealt with his share of cold-blooded killers but this drow really takes the cake. Threatening that sweet young thing with a scythe was uncalled for! Lurruk feels respect for her brother stepping in and defusing the situation. "Yes, Grey is right. Of course there is no need to kill each other here over... what exactly? Some miscommunication, that's all. Let's get what information we can from this man and go find the true source of the snow."
Lurruk rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say. If you wish to hide behind me to complete your contract, you are welcome to. And good luck catching my little Beauty without her tearing those appalling eyeballs from your head."
Lurruk was more interested in turning away from Hendra than whatever Lanyssa had to say, so he responds quickly when the wounded man enters and gives him a new distraction. Not as quickly as Grey as she has already patched him up before Lurruk can even see what his wounds are. Then he pitches in, "Fey as well? This winter witchery sounds more and more fascinating. I would rather like to meet this individual."
Lurruk, chafing at the insinuation that he would be Grey's slave, pointedly leaves the conversation with Hendra behind and engages Lanyssa again. "So what brings you here to this village of the bizarre, my dear?"
Lurruk is appalled to find that the dark woman he encountered briefly turns out to be drow! He nods politely but as he turns away, he mumbles, "I doubt anyone would mind if you did leave entirely."
Lurruk listens in, absorbing as much information about the winter witches as he can stuff into his memory. "But why would one of these winter witches create this snow? Here and now in particular? Is there any significance?"
Lurruk chuckles. "I ask myself that every day!" He lowers his voice and moves closer to Lanyssa to speak in confidence. "The truth is, we were always meant to find each other. She just found me first." Overhearing the conversation about winter witches, he looks up and asks Frjya, "Do you think it's possible one of these winter witches is responsible for the snow in the forest? The rumors of their power can be heard all the way south to the furthest tip of Garund. I am most interested in seeing one."
Lurruk will be secondary melee and support. His battle spirit is basically a bard's inspire courage: +1 attack/damage for everyone within 30'. Not many rounds per day though.
Lurruk replies, "Snowtear is lovely. I'm not used to seeing white animals. I'm Lurruk and I come from a land far to the south. Beauty found her way there somehow and has led me here." To Lanyssa, he replies, "Thanks, she chose me, you know?" He smiles, trying to read her hesitation. "So how did you come to be here?"
Tne owl flaps its wings and digs its claws into the half-orc's shoulder when the fox appears. Taking her in his arms, Lurruk pets Beauty somewhat jealously. "Shhh, I know baby. You can't eat the fox today. I told you I would bring you home to your favorite treats. Just a bit more patience, little one." He smiles knowingly at Freya. "They are just like little kids sometimes right?" He lights up at the elf woman's question. "My little Beauty found snow this morning, but she won't tell me where! Have you seen it too?" Meanwhile, he tries to find a way to begin a conversation with the half-orc lass. "Nice sword," he begins clumsily.
Prologue: Lurruk smiles and nods to the twins. "I am always up for a drink myself. And I would love to pick your brains. As my friend here knows, I am fascinated with the lands of the North."
As they enter the inn, he keeps his eyes open for any sign of snow.
Grey Eht, GM, twins: Lurruk looks to Beauty to see what her opinion is of the approaching pair. To Grey he quietly says, "What do you know of their kind? Can they be trusted?"
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