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Have the best laid plans of the GM faltered?
Outstanding! Thanks!
Very good...best of luck!
Marco darts in and attacks with his Shortsword of Qickness and then disengages and returns to his original position.
Marco moves back towards the door and towards where Bannock went to aid him, but as he passes the front windows and door, he says towards the house. Come out with light! Pack of wolves to the right! Going left center.
I'll not be standin' around to wait and see. Marco draws both weapons and slips quietly outside, but sticks to the wall of the home, staring into the darkness towards the sound.
We done here, or are we waiting on something? @Darkpowers: if this is done, please remove the thread.
It is an evil ya look to be needin' help with, mate. We are up t such a challenge.
Mayhap we can lie in wait for the beast, and put an end t'this threat?
Why the tears, lass? He moves,closer in an unthreatening manner.
Marco approaches slowly with his palms up before him. Hey there, lass? Everything, ok?
Marco places his index finger to his lips, draws his weapons and sneaks to the bushes to peer around to find the source.
Marco joins the ladies. Aye, bring me some breakfast, please, lass.
He deftly takes out his gaming set of playing cards.he cuts them and shuffles them, demonstrating years of practice and familiarity. So, what's yer poison, Carella?
I'm all fer gettin' home, but I fear we may be stuck here for awhile. Mayhap, we can help out a bit while we're here.
NP...I am here.
Well then, lady, point us t'the crown, and we'll retrieve it, eh, blokes? And who might the Woodsman be? Sounds like a baddun'.
Marco rushes down, not appreciating being locked up. He approaches the woman, and he makes a half bow, as he gives a leg, so to speak. Mi'Lady. I am Marco Andrezi. Me and me friends are glad t'be of service. What,
Seein' as how we tried t'help ya out, mahap you can get us outta 'ere?
Marco fires his hand crossbow at the man with the whip.
Nicely done, lass. Now get us outta here. I need t'ave a word with the bloke who locked us in.
Marco begins to examine the mechanism to see if he can unlock it himself with the use of his tools.
Past jobs are tellin' me they were once normal afore bein' turned t'that thing.
Hold on a minute, ladies. We need t'ask around a bit about where this piece o'dung came from, or who he was afore he changed.
Marco moves in quickly and attacks three times in succession, twice with his SS of quickness and once with his Silvered SS.
Marco then disengages to a position where he may have cover.
Marco again attacks three times in succession, twice with his SS of quickness and once with his Silvered SS.
Marco then disengages to a position where he may have cover.
Marco rushes in and attacks three times in succession, twice with his SS of quickness and once with his Silvered SS.
I will be using lethal force. Open the gate, mate, we got some folks t'save. Enough flappin' of the gums, eh.
Marco steps up to the portcullis and readies himself to charge in when opened.
Marco stands and follows Carella outside, drawing his two weapons as he walks.
Aye, a fine question, Lady. Me and my mates been askin' the same, seein' as we're not from here either. He stands, and bows at the waist. I am Marco Andrezi, and who'd you be, Lady?
Marco enjoys a drink and is in close conversation with Khalid as thd wimen enter. He leans back in his chair, putting his feet up on the cornrt of the table and his hands behind his head. He has a smile on his face, but it hides a lingering danger in the relaxed nature of his body language. He is almost like a panther poised to strike or stretch, and no one can be sure which. He has a rapier on one hip, a well-made shortsword on the other, and he wears a fine hooded cloak over studded leather armor. Well, Khalid, lookin' like more o'the strangers have arrived.
Indeed, welcome!
Right, mate.
Hey, Bannock. How goes it, mate? Seems like we've been thrown in with these blokes fer some reason. Is there anythin' that needs investigatin' here in Kartakass, wherever the hell that be? See murderin' was easy t'see as a problem that needed solvin' in Blackchapel. What is the problem here?
That was my thought.
Half-elf Female Bard may not be a bad selection for party fit, and the witch.
This place is almost cheerful, mate, compared to Blackchapel.
So, birdman, what does a bloke like yerself do with yer feathered mates? Are they part o'an act, or somethin'?
Well, lost an in game friend from the streets, but glad you are still on board!
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