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Sighing at the creature's blood on his fine coatt, Malchaion goes to wash his Sword in the river before sheathing the serrated blade with care. "Well done all! That creature looked like it hit hard!" he says with a whoop and rummages through Janira's pack. "I am sure there is something in here you can use!"
With a laugh which reaches his eyes, Malcharion geatures to the Minotaur like the hero in a tale, his blade weaving an impressive pattern. "Beware foul beast! For we havr come for you, to rescue our comrade, the maiden fair." Charging in, he ducks under the creatures axe and brings his sword across his body to cut at the Minotaur's powerful chest. for
"Just as ugly as I remembered it!" Malcharion laughs before he follows Garzen's example and takes off at a run, eating the ground up in a blistering pace. Taking a deep breath as he reaches the stream, Malcharion bunches his legs and prepares for a powerful leap.
His leap is easily enough to allow the Corsair to clear the swift moving stream, drawing his serrated blade as he does so, spinning on his heel to face the minotaur.
Having been too engrossed in his ineffectual duel with a cunning Kobold , Malcharion spins as the scaled creature is brought down in a gout of flame, barely singing the corsair's eyebrows. "Well played! I must admit, I am a little terrified at the power at your fingertips!" he says with a laugh, relishing the cool water around his knees. "I concur! If Janira is still alive we would be remiss to rescue her! Even if she begged us not too. First, someone should drink these?"
Shrugging nonchalantly as the others making their way out of the chamber, Malcharion wades out of the pool and collects his boots, choosing to keep them off for the time being to let his feet dry. Creeping up with his allies, wicked serrated sword drawn and held easily, the Corsair eyes their current obstacle with interest. "Yeah, i suggest we don't tally too long with our little friend in danger eh?"
Shrugging at Uori's rudeness, Malcharion looks around the room for a large Serpent, or something to serve as a sufficient replacemnt. Finding little other than crawling bugs, he shrugs and skewers one on the end of his wicked spiked blade. With a bow, the Corsair disposes of the skewered creature into the miniature city. "Thy will be done, oh departed one." he says slightly mockingly.
"No need to be so mute mate, the big boys here won't bite!" Malcharion laughs as he walks past the quiet Gillman with his eyes on the pool. Tugging on his knee high boots, the Corsair soon had them off to reveal sun tanned shins and feet, obviously a man ised to going barefoot. Shrugging off his ling coat, Malcharion wades into the pool and sighs in relief. "Water's lovely!"
Clambering up the other side and finding a carved piece of wood to use as a bridge, Malcharion holds off making a poor joke about making Talondreal 'walk the plank' but still sniggers to himself. Regaining his composure somewhat, the currently land-bound Privateer follows the great Scholar Lancyn down the corridors where the Crusader quickly speaks in a dead tongue. "Wow! Did I ever underestimate you my friend!" He congratulates Lancyn before looking at the Murals and continuing rather sarcastically." We should be dutiful little Pathfinders and make a note of these, especially as they seem to predate the holy texts." Wincing as the Paladin tries on the cloak, Malcharion waits for him to explode or worse with held breath...
Having fled the Minotaur with the rest of his foes, stumbling through the undergrowth and into the dark cave beyond, Malcharion waits for the others to root through the pack before swinging it onto his own shoulders. "I'm happy to carry it and the Invisibility will be grand for a bit of mischief!" he says with a smile. Clapping as Kyomi makes the leap across, Malcharion waits patiently before deciding that climbing is much easier than jumping and falling on his arse.
"Well I'll be! What a fine cloak it is, Garzen, need a boost?"
"Accursed Creature!" Malcharion curses as the Hippogriff catches the privateer on his forearm where his chain armour doesn't quite reach. Ducking beneath the other strikes, Malcharion rolls behind the creature to take advantage of his Crusader allies distraction before lunging once more with his serrated blade.
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Having unfortunately sobered over the day of travel, Malcharion starts as the Hippogriff's swoop in. Swaggering back to back-up the tall Knightly crusader, Malcharion draws the wicked jagged sabre from his hip and then lunges into action, surprisingly quick for one so unused to fighting on solid ground. "Got your back my friend!" he calls out as he passes Lancyn. for
"Thank ye kindly young miss" the Captain replies as he searches for a pocket inside his coat that isn't filled with something already. Finally happy he places it in and then nods his readiness, still swaggering slightly. "Right! We shall grant you a map of this Cave or my name's not Captain Malcharion!" he declares proudly, lifting his coat to show the vials of Acid and holy water under there. Sense Motive, DC 10: There is somethinng to this Captain thing, he leans on it too much and there seems some falsehood there.
"Ahh that'll be up near the Kortos Mountains!" says the slightly swaggering Privateer, "Central points of the Isle apparently, great points to navigate by if you have the knack. I do, I am a Captain don't you know..." Malcharion looks at Janira as if they have two heads, which they likely do in his off state. "Ermm, I don't have any of that fancy writing stuff, though if you have some charcoal and paper handy I could do you a map indeed!"
Malcharion salutes the large Knight with his mug before drainining it in one swift motion, shaking his head at the poor quality and even worse taste.An interesting answer and not one you would guess from one of his calling. I have underestimated him. The captain ponders his new comrades as he Listens to the master of spells followed by the enigmatic elf's plucky apprentice. "Hmm, all too much land I fear! Ahh well, where there are Gillmen it sounds like there will be rivers at least. Count me in your Mastership." Malcharion states as he stands, staggering slightly from the effects of ale this early. "One wuestion if it pleases you, how long will it take to get to the cave system?"
Malcharion grins broadly and throws up a casual hand to order another drink for the newcomers to the table, it was the first time anyone had called him 'fine' and the occasion deserved the man a drink. As he sipped from his foaming mug, Malcharion cautiously eyed the Knight as he sat down, wincing at the creaking chair. "So tell me my new friend, seeking out the unjust, what does that mean to you? The enemies of a given Lord? Or does it hold religious connotations?" he asks, genuinely interested in the Crusader's viewpoint.
Leaning back in one of the chairs is a clean-shaven, red-haired Taldan man with swarthy tanned skin and a mug in their hand. They wear baggy trousers of a deep orange tucked into red leather high top boots, a shirt of mail over his torso, a bandolier and broad belt across his waist. The man wears a dark red captain's jacket open and a wicked serrated blade rests on his hip. "Yes yes! though this is a tavern and there is no need for such ceremony!" The man answers Pendragon with a tip of his tankard. "Take a seat and keep the weight off, My name is Malcharion Val Mond, Captain of the Scarlet Scar out of Zimar." |
