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Raspar would want the nice armor, he is currently only rocking +1 Splint.

Raspar lets others deal with the alchemist lab and dead body. His focus is on the bubbling cauldron and seeing if it might have use at the Rainbow Dreamcastle Citadel.

"Hey Cabaguil?" Raspar kicks the cauldron. "You think we could use this for the Citadel soup kitchen? Or maybe for Paella night? Could be a nice treasure to bring back, right?"

"Son..." Dori begins with a sigh,"We can't use that around food. It's covered in poisons we can never quiet clean off, no matter what we do. Even YOU couldn't clean it, and no, that is NOT a challenge."

WP’s Return to Trunau was a muted affair at first, He slipped through the streets unnoticed. The streets seemed to swallow even his shadow from sight. Cham Larringfass starts as she turns around to see WP standing right behind her. ”Dearie me! Hamilton said you would be along in a while but he didn’t know when you would arrive.” She says with a smile. ” You will find your room as you left it.”
”You are far too kind, Ma’ma.” Pig returns the smile quickly. He turns to head upstairs, WP pauses and speaks over his shoulder, ”Thank you.” The halfling heads up the stairs.
Pig sets his backpack down and starts unpacking. There are many trophies from many enemies: Drakes, Hydras, Red Dragons and Giants. So many giants. He looks at the pile and realizes that there are a lot missing. Raen needs to stop by so WP can check what’s in that bag of holding.
Over the next few months WP settles into normal life. He spends his time working with the militia, scouting the fields and trails around Trunau, and spending the evening drinking Vael’s finest and smoking pipe weed near a warm hearth. Sometimes Hamilton will join him. The two don’t speak much on nights like that. Two warriors that had seen too much, are comfortable in the silence. One night WP asks something that has been on this mine for a while, “Why are we the only one’s left here in Trunau? They all left without even really saying good bye.” [/b] WP pauses for a moment, ”We didn’t even get to have a party.” Hamilton just grunts. WP takes a swig of his beer, ” That would have been some party.” WP finishes while he smiles into the bottom of his mug.
That night WP walks back to his room but can’t sleep. He tosses and turns for a while. After an hour or so, he gives up even trying. He dresses in a light tunic, a soft pair of boots that match his grey trousers. He pads out of the inn and through the streets.; even the cats don’t notice him passing. He makes his way to Hopespring. He sits there on the edge of the pond and watches the moon set and the sun just start to rise. Pig isn’t surprised when he hears Silvermane slowly walking up behind him. ”How did you know I was here?” WP asks without turning around. The elder druid doesn’t respond until he as settled his bones into a sitting position. ”Some people wear there emotions on their sleave. You, my brave Little Beaver, shout them from the roof tops. I knew when you arrived three ours ago.” WP chuckles,”This is true, it’s one of my faults, but… I have all these emotions and… and if I don’t let them out, I think I’ll… I’ll burst.” Silverman smiles in the early morning light. ”True enough. And we wouldn’t want that would we?” They both sit a moment.
”So what troubles you?” Silvermane prods.
”My future”
“what about it?”
“That’s what I don’t know. Ham and I are the only one’s left. Ham is going to be the next Chief Defender. As soon as Halga retires, that’s where his future lies. Me? I’m just a halfling with a sling. There aren’t any more giants to slay and Trunau is as safe as any place in the world. All the others left to make a difference or explore other places that I will never see. They left to be something greater than they were. I’m just…here.”
“You don’t like where you are or who you’ve become?”
”What have I become?” WP sounds frustrated. ”I’m a former slave with a lot of time of my hands.”
”Aye, That you are. And what is wrong with that considering the alternative?”
Pig is stopped cold with that question. He doesn’t say anything for a long time. The sun continues to rise and his stomach reminds him that this is way past breakfast, but WP was chewing on something else.
After some time, the halfing get’s up and give the druid a strong hug and a pat on the shoulder, ”Thank you, my friend. You know exactly what I need to hear.”
”Any time my friend.” A smile spreads on his face.
WP walks back to the Ramblehouse. He takes a seat in a corner table and waits. He takes a coffee, with spiced potatoes and scrambled eggs. He eats with purpose and waits for his time. When the morning crowd starts to thin, Pig waves Cham over and points to the chair next to him. Pig looks at his fellow halfling with a set jaw behind his welcoming smile. ”You and I have known the lash and the bitter tears of slavery. What do you think of the two of us raising a barn and harvesting our own crops. I’ll do the hard work in the field and you store the crop after it’s harvested and dried?” Cham returns the gaze,”Tell me more. I’m listening”

Over the next few weeks Pig is as busy as a … a beaver. There’s a new addition added to Defenders of Trunau’s house. A two story hunting lodge is created attached to the bunkhouse. In the evening, passersby swear they hear a string instrument playing during the night.
Once construction is complete, WP announces that he will be leading guided hunting tours into the Mindspin Mountains and the Skittermounds. He calls his new enterprise the “The Eagles Nest.” In reality, he has created smuggling path from the Heartlands of Cheliax through the Mindspin Mountains to Belkzen. The halfling slaves find respite in Trunau on their way north, east or west. Pig becomes the scourge of slave owners, trolls, ogres and fire giants alike along WP’s “row”. The operation is funded through a trading protection scheme with the local dwarves of Chystalrock and the selling the hides of flame drakes that inhabit the southern part of the route.
Pig hire a few “guides” to help with is business venture. Over the next few years, the population of halflings grows from 50 halflings to 100. They integrate themselves into Trunau society, many of them join the local militia and Trunau is known for the deadliest squad of slingers in all Golarian.
Whistle Pig grows to old age in Trunau. He sends messages to all True Defenders of Trunau that there will be a Grand party to celebrate Whistle Pig’s 120’s Birthday. He also expects to have a massive Wizard's fireworks display to celebrate the occasion.

WP does what he can to be polite as they are introduced. WP keeps an eye out of any treachery from the giants. He still suffers from the evil and savagery of folks that look just like Jorifah.

She looks down at Whistle Pig. "Little one, this place was, unfortunately, not built for someone your size. If you know how to ride, I can provide you with more comfortable transport." With a whistle she summons a giant eagle to land next to the halfling.

WP is shocked at the offer and is first instinct is the grab a tuft of mane and mount the beast and take to the skies. He then remembers the source of this ‘gift.’

”I’m sorry, I cannot accept this.” WP drops his backpack and removes his new shiny breastplate. ”You see, during our battle to save our home, we fought two giants who look just like you. They were twins. Their names were Nalbia and Nalbus.” Pig removes his shirt to reveal an almost circle scare in the center of his chest that spans nipple to nipple. ”The male, Nalbus, did this to me. I would have died, if it was not actions of my friends.” The halfling , no taller than a human child, stares directly into the giant’s eye, forcing it to see him. A mix of pain and pride rests on the halfling face. ”Gifts are something given between friends. We are not friends yet, but maybe in time we will be.” Pig grabs his trusty broom and says, ”besides, I have my own ride. “
Pig quickly dresses himself again and mounts his broom. He takes a position behind and above Raen’s left shoulder and follows the precession, his hand resting on his sling staff.

Over time, WP takes daily walks with Jorifah so the little halfling can observe Cloud Giant culture and life. Jorifah reminds WP a lot of Silvermane back in Trunau. Pig is given free rein of the island. Pig explores every inch of the island, but he’s drawn back to the eagle aviary. There he makes a connection with the stable hands. He is impressed with their love and care of the eagles and the giants appreciate WP’s skill and ease with the animals.

Before Raen can ponder, Ushyle can prepare for combat, or Whistle Pig can check the door, a limnus of warm light begins to glow around its edges. The door itself fades from reality. Beyond is a fantastic land that is not Golarion. The mere sight of the fantastic castle beyond fills the Heroes with a sense of peace and comfort. Jorifah, blind but sighted, simply smiles. She leaves the three heroes there, giving parting words as she goes. "It seems we are not the only place to offer succor."

WP grins as the door is open. ”I bet there is a lot things to explore there!” but WP doesn’t enter the portal. ” but, I have a few things I really want to in this land before I explore another.”

To be concluded…

Pig thoroughly enjoys his trip out west. He spends the daylight hours exploring the castle and learning all he can about it’s inhabitance. He inspects every item in the castle. Every pen, pot and portcullis. As he pokes and prods, he collects an item from every type of giant he can find to put in his collection., One night during dinner Ushyle ask,”why do you care how many folks they have in a drawer, Little Beaver?” WP chuckles at the nickname. He never really liked it much, but he has finally taken it as a term of endearment. He constantly has to remind himself that his friends love him. ‘Beaver’ comes from a different place than ‘Whistle Pig’. ”It never hurts to learn as much as you can about one’s enemy.” the halfling replies.
WP spends the evenings with Raen in the library. He focuses on the history of giant in Golarian and anything he can find on the lands of Cheliax and the halflings of that land. Pig enjoys he time in the Castle. He even finds time to enjoy some decent pipe weed he found in one of the cabinets.
As the days pass, Pig starts to get a bit nervous. He has no idea how to deal with “kind giant.” He has always met giants with violence because that’s what they have given him. What will he do when he meets those that don’t want to kill him and put him in a stew?
Pig is alongside Raen as clouds part and Cloudforge comes into view. Whistle Pig takes a small breath and holds it for a moment. As the cloud giants come into view his mind goes blank and he resists the thought of going invisible. He says the only thing that comes to his mind, ”I’m glad I’m not wearing giant fingernails as armor right about now…”
To be continued…

Dori walks up to the game with purpose and brings his axe squarely down on the board, splitting it in half.
" We don't play games, Sonny." The elder dwarf speaks gruffly. "NOW! speak plainly you inebriated Ape! "

actions 1:stride
actions 2:strike
actions 3:shield

Dori moves towards the closest giant and launches sling bullets!! (ohh wait, that's from another life) No bullets available, he swings his axe at the gaint's ankle. Then raises his shield awaiting to take the incoming assault.

attack!: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
damage?: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 6 = 12

"Get up, you're a dwarf! No sleeping when there are enemies on the field!" Dori shouts at Kelvin."I have this one you get the other one!"

Dori will use quick block to shield block the first successful attack on himself
Retributive strike:

WP sits quietly in the floating castle. Raen was a few steps away. he wanted to sit closer to her, but he didn't want to intrude. She had been very closed and quiet recently. He looks on at his friends while they sleep with a sense of calm. Clam wasn't an emotion Pig had a lot of experience with. As a slave is Cheliax, it wasn't an option. When he fled, he was always afraid of being caught. Even when he settled in Trunau, he didn't real feel safe. Always in the back of his mind he felt like a visitor. But now, this group of people: humans, dwarfs and whatever Ushyle is. Was Ushyle still a half-orc or is he a half-elf inside now? Did the human part of him stay the same and the other half change? He made a note to ask him when they all got home.

WP smiled at that last thought: going Home. Then his thoughts turned to the bomb and his smile faded. He had nearly kept everyone from going home today. IF he hadn't caught his mistake in time, everyone would have been dead and it would have all been his fault. He didn't think Raen, despite how powerful she had become, could have survived. The idea that any of his family not making it home was too much for the halfling to even think about. But he knew he would do everything his little body could do to make sure they made it home. It's the least he could do.

WP looks at the map a moment and lingers on the spot that is named 'Trunau.' he reaches out and touches it for a moment as he traces the name of the town that is now his home.

"'Kill them all...' Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Pig looks at Raen right in her eye; forcing her to look at him."You aren't going to let that happen." He finds Vael next and locks eyes with him, "You aren't going to let that happen."

WP walks up to Ushyle and Doxon and take one of his small hands in theirs and says " You aren't going to let that happen."

Ham and Sammie are last. He places one hand on the roughrider's should and the other on Sammie's neck"You aren't going to let that happen."

He turns to face the entire group, "We've killed a King to protect Trunau..." The halfing's voice cracks with emotion as a hot tear trickles down his right cheek. "Let's find this Tyrant and end this."

"Excellent!" Dori begins,"We can help each other out. I need to swing a hammer again and you need work done. I don't know anything about wagons, but I know my way around a forge and i'm competent with most tools. I provide the labor and you provide the material and the knowledge, we can keep your work from piling up until you get your strength back."

Dori offers his hand with an earnest look on his face.

"Aye, is Arsenic. It's a poison that is rather common in this type of mining. These poor souls have been poisoned by it. If you had paid attention in class you would have known about this..." Dori sadly shakes his head and moves back to the bunkhouse to check on those still recovering.

Pig's eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he sees the feast and tears into it.
"since it's first breakfast, i'll only have two pints of beer." WP says as Vael raises his eyebrow as the halfling reaches for the pitcher.

Pig targets the last Giant in armor and lets fly...he wonders if he will be able to ride this new tiger-Vael later.

1st attack:
attack: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (11) + 25 = 36
1d6 + 24 ⇒ (5) + 24 = 29
2nd attack
attack: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (4) + 25 = 29
1d6 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27
3rd attack
attack: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40
1d6 + 24 ⇒ (5) + 24 = 29
4rd attack
attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
1d6 + 24 ⇒ (2) + 24 = 26

confirm?: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36
2d6 + 48 ⇒ (4, 4) + 48 = 56

damage to be dealt to red, then yellow, then white

The dwarf steps forward and takes the bow with the bow as he raises the weapon to the sky. "You honor me and my Clan with this gift. I will use it well and with Honor."

As the weapons are handed out:
Dori is thunderstruck. He instantly sees the quality of the axe and what it is made of. "I cannot accept this gift without offering something in return. The pure ore alone in these weapons would take the Royal Mining Guild of Kraggodan a month to collect." Dori pauses to take a breath and continues,"Please, Nketiah, takes this elven blade." Dori draws the scimitar that was found in the spider's lair.[/b]"We found this in a lair of a monstrous spider on the other side of the Huntergate. It was working with a Charau-Ka from this side. It is a excellent tool and has served me well, but it never felt right in my hands."[/b] Dori looks squarely into the elf's eyes,"Please, take this as a sealing of the bond between your people and... Dori pauses again searching for the right word. He chuckles to himself and continues, "I'm not sure what to call our group of two dwarves, an elf, a human and a gnome. Maybe you can, in your wisdom, find a name for our odd group?"

Dori is stunned by the Halfing's story, he slowly wipes a tear from the corner eye. As the Raspar ends his story, the elder dwarf walks up behind him and whispers,"I will bleed for you." he pauses for a moment to let a wave a pride for the halfling pass."We will all bleed you."

Taking a moment to compose himself, his back straighten as he seems to grow a few inches and he widens his stance. As he speaks, his hand does not leave the halfling's shoulder.

Head raised, looking the elves straight in the eyes be begins. "I am Dori Markhaldow of Clan Longbeards. My Mother is from Clan Stonefeet. I am a 1st tier Journeyman in the Blacksmiths Guild of Kraggodan." The pride is his voice cannot be denied."My primary duty was teaching apprentices, like Kelvin here. They are the pieces I am most proud of shaping." Dori ends with a slight bow.""May Torag, Creator of All Things, Bless you and those you rule."

As soon as they enter the jungle, Dori instantly regrets his choice of armor. The plate is well balanced and chafing is nonexistent, but the integrated plate has no ventilation. The dwarf can be heard saying things like 'now I know what steamed vegetables feel like' as they walk. When they finally get to their destination, Dori is grumpy and irritated. He does his best to control his tone. Honor dictates that he be a gracious guest.

As kelvin opens his mouth, Dori shoots him a look. Doesn't Kelvin remember his etiquette? It's the senior dwarf's duty to introduce his party. He makes a mental note to remind the younger dwarf why social norms and rules are important. Dori, bows slightly as he's introduced and give the elves his personal greetings.

As we the party takes to the trees, Dori's mood goes from bad to worse. "what self respecting dwarf climbs trees?" he grumbles to himself.

He's determined not be to shown up by the younger member of the party.
athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
he looks around to makes sure no one saw him slips...
athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
coughs and looks at the limb as if it's defective
athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
haha! made it up easy peasy...

Kaelan reads over the script and quickly pulls together a complete one man scene.

https://youtu.be/qlAVqGn-_K0

"Family is Family. Take what is yours."
Dori moves towards that door as Dak raises an eyebrow and points towards the door.

Brynne beams at Kelvin. "With Dwarven Brews huh. I dunno, that Snakebite #9 over in Trunau is pretty good. Dwarven family over there make it. Steelkegs I believe."

Dori's ears have not suffered the affects of time."Nay! your information is wrong there. Trunau does indeed have a great dwarven brewer. It is not a SteelKeg, but an Oakfist. Vael Oakfist if my memory serves. There are tales of his exploits and some daft halfling he kept pulling out of trouble. His name fails me at the moment. It was 'Ground Hog' or 'Marmot'..." The Dwarf's attention fades for a moment as his memory has gone to another place."Anyway" Dori shakes his head. "Your beer is good for what it is. Please, don't take offense. You can't possibly compare the Dwarven Brewers. They learn as much in their apprenticeships than you do in your entire life."

Dori holds his side and leans heavily his waraxe. His shield hangs limply from its strap. His breathing is ragging and punctuated but raking bloody coughs.

As Raspar approaches and touches him, healing flows through his body. Dori's eye widen and he grabs the halfing's shoulder and pulls him closer and whispers gruffly "Lady Luck DOES smile on you! I knew it!" The dwarf looks intently at the halfling.

After Cab tends to the wounds he can, Dori flexes and moves his shoulders and twists his torso."Good work. Worthy of the work done in the Dwarven Medic Corps." Dori slowly stands up and sighs. He whispers a small prayer to Torag while hold his hand to his heart. A calm washes over him.healing 6 hps He puts his hand of Cabaguil's shoulder and through a small smile says, "Thank you, friend."

Dori moves to join the rest of the group.

Pig’s ears perk up at the mention of beer. He looks at Ushyle with a huge grin on his face,”We haven’t had a proper pint in weeks. Let’s go shall we?”

The elf and the halfling walk off together to the Killin’ Field. After more than three beers, he’s not sure how many. He lost count after three. It was nice to forget about the weight of what they had done over the past few weeks and what still left to do, when the group was done in Trunau. He thoroughly enjoyed sitting at his old table, in his old seat, watching the people on the town that was home enjoying themselves. Doing exactly what WP was doing. Ignoring the weight of the world and just enjoying life.

Before the night really gets started, and the strikingly plump halfling, Jillian, starts dancing on tables, a bone deep tiredness strikes him. ”When was the last time we slept, Ush?”
Ushyle ponders for a moment and shrugs his shoulders, and takes a long draw from his pint. Pig tries to continue to enjoy the evening but he just can’t shake the fatigue. Yawning makes it really hard to sing drinking song after all. Pig takes the first distraction in the room to slip out the side door and head home.

Once home, Pig flops on his bed in a heap. He is asleep almost before his body hits the bed. The next morning WP wakes up with a cotton mouth and sore. By the dust ring he left on the bed, he didn’t move at all. ” Hmmm, right. I need a bath….” As the halfing waits for his coffee to finish doing it’s glorious magic by the fireplace, he starts to make himself a bath. He grabs a large vat out of the back of Vael’s brewery and proceeds to fill it with water. Pig also repurposed some copper pipe from an abandoned stil on the outskirts of town, he’d return it later if it was missed. Within an hour he had fashioned wood fired heated bath! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMjpWlgcK-M ) He sipped his coffee and waited for the temperature to rise. As it got to the point where it was ALMOST too hot, he stripped down and slipped into the hot water. He just sat for a moment, letting the heat penetrate his body. They heat was a nice change from the cold he had battled in the giant camp. His brain snapped back to the fight with the wurms. Those damned wurms and their awful frozen breath… They killed Ham, they killed little Clio. The heat of the water rushes to the halflings face and tears begin to flow down his cheeks. He takes his hands to wipe his face and nose. His hands are calloused and grimmy, so much so that his nose is streaked with mud and grease from his hands. In between his sobs and snorts, Pig starts to wash. He starts at his toes and works his way up. It felt good to be clean again. As he washed, he finally got to his hands. The dirt under his nails could be used to fertilize a flower bed! ”That’s why you wash your hair, at least that’s what Mum used to say.” and with that he gets to work on his longer than usual hair. And.. sure enough… clean hands! Well mostly anyway. There’s a bunch of grime around Raen’s new ring. He takes the gold band off and let’s it drop into the water and sink with a twist and turn, ending it’s journey with a light ping as it hits the bottom. He then reaches for the other ring {b]”What sound will you make you ‘Other ring’ I never really knew what you were anyway…”[/b] He tugs it to clean the rest of his hands off and it doesn’t budge. Darned ring must be too small. He gets a better grip on it and pulls again. ”Must be the heat of the bath…” he takes the soap and lathers up his finger and tries again with no luck. Stumped, his gold ring out of the bath and puts it back on. He’ll try to remove the ring later.

Over the next few days Pig tries everything to remove the ring: cold water, grease, even the really odd string trick his uncle Bilbo taught him ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGGwX2lY4rc) and nothing even budged it. With nothing else to do, He went to find Raen.

When Pig finally finds the mage he asks,[b]” What’s up with this ring you gave me? I can’t get it off.”[b]

Dori shakes his head as Kelvin attacks a defenseless person. Just as he's about to say something. The Daft Halfling took the words out of his mouth, well most of them anyway. As the group gets ready to leave Dori growls in the younger dwarf's ear, "I don't who is more daft! you or that halfling. but this time he was right and you were in the wrong." He gives him a disproving look and moves off towards town.

Pig wanders around the city for a bit and finds his way to the docks. He's not sure how or why he's there. Maybe it's ocean. He's been in all types of places on land: plains, deserts, hills and mountains, but never the sea.

As he arrives, he's pleasantly surprised to see halflings working the docks. He finds a nice quiet corner and watches for a while. He hadn't seen a halfling since he escaped Cheliax. That felt like two lifetimes ago. Off to the side of one the ships he noticed two young halfling play fighting with wooden swords. One youngling was a bit larger than the other and was clearly taking advantage of his size. Pig smiles at the scene and emerges from the shadows. He calmly pick up the smaller halfling and checks him for injuries. "sometimes being bigger can be a disadvantage when you use the right weapon."WP pulls a well used sling out of a special hiding spot and gives it the to the youngling. "The humble sling has served our people well for generations. It may not be as fancy as a sword ,but a sling used in the right hand can kill about anything, regardless of size." WP points to the trophies on his his staff and shows a few of the dragon scales he has collected to the group around him. "All of these have been slain by a smallest of the Gods' creations with a simple sling." Looks of awe and excitement show in the small crowd around Pig. " Remember this: it is not the size of he warrior that matters, but the size of the heart the fighter possesses that wins the battle." with that he places a single red dragon scale in each pair of hands around him and takes his leave.

WP makes it back to the Inn after Vael and Raen are fast sleep, WP quietly slips into his bed and falls quickly into contented slumber.

Pig takes after ham as the wurm falls. The instinct of self preservation kicks in. The explosion happens later than the last wurm but it is still as powerful, knocking his small frame to the ground. His ears ringing and his legs are unsteady but Hamilton and Pig help each other off the ground and stand motionless for a moment; neither of them wanting to see what this last wurm has done to their friends.

Pig is shocked to see Ushyle and Raen alive and standing. He thought he would find their frozen corpses. Raen's cold facade has been lowered onto her face. He knows it's how she deals with her emotions. It still angers him though. "not now... there is work to be done."

WP assists Raen as the tears flow down his cheeks. Pig nudges Raen now and then as Raen, in her suppressed grief, fumbles with the wrapping or with the knot needed to bind their friends securely. Tulia would be beside herself if Vael's hand came loose and flopped around while he was being moved. Raen ignores his prompts so Pig fixes them himself. Raen doesn't seem to notice.

As Raen prepares herself for the trip to the temple, Pig collects the remains of Cleo. He wings and feathers are frozen in awkward angles. Her Regal plumage a mockery of what is was in life. He takes his cloak off and wraps her body in it carefully. The halfling brings his important burden to the Ham and Ush. "I must travel with Raen. She is beside herself with grief even though she refuses to show it. I fear she will need my support or she will not be able to do what needs doing." WP looks straight into the eyes of his larger companions. "Please, give Cleo a proper journey to the afterlife. do not bury her in frozen ground. Bury her in a forest or on a hill. She would like that." Ushyle takes the bundle from Pig and farewells are made.

WP makes his way over to tulia and hugs her. She has lost her ward and Pig has lost his companion. They share a special bond in this loss. "We must be strong." WP whispers to her."Raen will need us before the day is out."

Pig knows these sort of gristmills well. They are very similar to the designs he worked before Trunau. He his sling staff and his dagger and get to work. Has he pulls on a gear tooth here and a gear tooth there. He tug and pulls, then curses. "uhhh, Doxon, could you give me a hand with this? we just need to move it this much." The halfling shows the amount with is thumb and fore finger. After a minute and with Doxon's help. The job is done

DD take 10: 10 + 21 = 31

Seeing Raen's and Vael's questioning looks,"the bevel gears have to be spaced just right. IF they are off just a bit, they will destroy themselves in the first few rotations." WP smiles "I wish I could see their faces when it eats itself alive."

ask me how I knows this later. Right now it's too fresh to be funny :-)

some catching up...

Pig pours Raen a cup of tea as they sit down for breakfast on their first morning home. " Did you get a chance to look into that idea I had? It would make scouting so much easier." WP's eye start to get big with excitement. " I mean just think, having something that would allow me to be invisible whenever I want. No one would be able to know i'm there. Imagine all the things I could learn about these monster's plans." The halfling smiles at the wizard,"Think about it would you?"

wish I have more time to really write this up but i'll sum up what WP does while he's home.

Pig spends the mornings while he is home walking the fields and trails around Trunau listening to the Earth and the birds as it changes seasons. His afternoons are spent with Silvermane. The odd couple sit with crossed legs at the water's edge in quiet solitude. Pig spends his evenings at the Proving Grounds talking the finer points of tobacco and ale or in the comfort of his own living room lazily puffing a pipe and making stands for a few of his trophies.

The day of departure arrives and WP makes ready. He packs a newly purchases potion of jump into his haversack along with a large bag of tobacco and 2 skins of bourbon. He would rather have beer but he knows that it doesn't store well on long trips. He will have to talk to Vael and Raen about that later on. He admires the shelf he has placed some of his larger trophies: a fang of a Spire Drake, Red Dragon fang and a neat stack of Red Dragon scales. The other smaller trinkets make a light clanking sound as he collects his slingstaff where they are tied. He smiles, "What will we collect this trip?" he smiles at the thought and heads out the door.

As Pig approaches the party, He waves at the group. These folks who he didn't even know just a few short months ago and now as much family has he has ever know since he was a boy. As Raen starts the first motions of his teleport spell, WP interrupts," One moment, Dear. Someone is missing." Trulia looks that the halfling with an odd expression," Everyone one is here. look around you silly creature. I can count you know. Who's missing?" The sprite asks.
"Cleo."
"Who's Cleo?"
WP's eyes look up above the horizon and points."Here she comes, now." A fine example of one of the many Golden Eagles that live in and near the mountains around Trunau comes into view. She dives quickly towards the party and flies 5 feet above the ground, does a quick wing flare and lights on the halfling's arm. The two make an odd pair with the bird being almost as tall as her master.

Vael raises an eyebrow,"You got yourself a bird, did ya?"

WP grins and stokes the powerful bird's back. "we are all here. let's go."

Marc watches the body of his foe sink to the ground. he says"you were found...wanting. May Erastil have mercy on your soul."

Marc rushes to Unrak's side to find him stable he produces the new wand and lets it go to work.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

WP wakes early and collects a few odds and ends for breakfast. He is silent when he exits the cave, but when he returns he quietly whistles a local Trunau tune as he cleans the two small game birds that weren't quite as awake as Pig was this morning. With breakfast made, WP settles down near the mouth of the cave to work on the trophies from yesterday. He works slowly as to not break the prize. All the while whistling some unknown tune to no one in particular. The scale of the rift drake finds a home next to the wyvern scale. He places the horn back in his pack. He might find another use for that later. Satisfied, he packs everything up to leave.

you dedication to the old faith of Real Life is disturbing ;-)

WP Sigh and walks up to Ham and punches his in the arm, "That's for starting the fight without me." He punches him again."... and THAT's for nearly dying!" His anger quickly fades away and a look a concern takes it's place. "You ok? Vael, is he going to be ok?"

Vael grunts at WP,"Yes, Little One, He'll be fine" Pig, being satisfied, ponders the corpse of the Betrayer, "You betrayed your clan and your blood. You don't deserve this..."

With short quick strokes, WP proceeds to shave the beard off the dead dwarf. He collects the hair and finds a quiet corner while the larger folks patch up Ushyle and Ham. He takes some tread from his pack and gets to work. He binds a portion of the hair with the thread, braids it neatly and finishes it with one of the gold rings. He makes three of them.

He gets up and hands the one to Ham, "For taking the rage of the Betrayer."

He hands one to Ushyle,"For ending the dishonor of the Betrayer"

He takes the last one and hands it to Vael,"This is for keeping both of them alive."

He pauses, and smiles at each member of the party. "That was close." He returns to his corner and shoulders his pack."Let's not do that again,ok?"

"shit.. WP follows after Ham. Sling at the ready and rage in his eyes (or is it complete despair?).

WP finally comes to his senses, the grip of his friends start to ease. As he is released, emotions get the better of him. The halflings arms fly out and grabs the first thing he comes in contact with: Ham's neck. He bursts into tears and buries his head into the man's shoulder. He sobs uncontrollably for a few moments before trying to talk, but the works just come out as wails. snot and drool quickly accumulate on Ham's armor.

"you think he still lives? More like he's been a giant's meal."
WP is lost in his thought for quiet some time. He just stares straight ahead and only moves on, with a start, when prodded.

"Diplomacy?" WP laughs, "There will be no diplomacy. We will clean this place out with iron, magic and fire."

WP looks around the room and inspecting each nook and cranny. He checks and rechecks. Every time he looks he gets a little mopey.
taking 20 for a 31
The final time around he sighs and sits next to Ushyle, "You would think that Druids, of all people, would have a decent sling for a halfling to use."

The halfling will allow the GM to gain Wife Rep. RLCF after all. He does leave the GM with a word of warning,"Wife rep should be spent as soon as possible. They can become null and void without notice and for any reason"

Love ya. Mean it! :-)

WP looks at the dead orc and the note and a hint of sadness washes over him, "This guy reminds me of Katrezra back home..." memories of warm fires and good food come flooding back. The homesickness is quickly replaced with rage. "But they forced us out here. You ATTACKED US!", Pig screams. He quickly turns around and walks off finally flopped down next to the rowboat, elbows on knees with his head buried in his arms.

WP spends the next six days with Halgra. There was mention of the "Small One" needing training to help his "weak blood." WP ignores the insult and is pleased when Hamilton joins in the training. They say "misery loves company" and WP is happy for the company of family.

The training is rather rustic.
After six days of training, WP feels like he could take on the world.

WP is a bit surprised when Raen comes to visit. She was all excited about some sort of "club house" for his new family. Pig wasn't quiet sure why we needed all the things she discussed, but he insisted on a well stocked kitchen and a nice wide hearth.

Whistle Pig is sitting in the Ramblehouse a few days after the trip to the caves and remembers the old druid they rescued. He should go visit him. He goes to check the field hospital and finds him asleep in a cot with his injuries well tended. He doesn't know why, but he just sits at his side for a while and makes sure he's not alone.

WP is still and quiet for a long time. Almost as long as when those giants were searching for him in the mountains as he escaped from Cheliax. The rotten log seemed like a great place to hide. He hoped the smell of decay would throw the giants off his trail. He didn't think about the centipedes that made the log their home. He can still remember the way their legs felt on his body. The terrible knowledge that he was going to be stung. It was just a matter of when. The pinch. Then, the awful feeling of their poison spreading through his little body. So many stings. So many legs...

The giant is getting closer, "I know you are here Lunch." WP hears a voice that is too close. "Why does Lunch hide from Febar?"

The images of the Hill Giant fads as he sees the gray haired druid in his mind's eye. "Easy now Little One. You are Home. What is your name, my friend?" The Halfling replies,"The Master just called me Whistle Pig" The image of the Druid smiles. "That will work for now. Stay with me a little longer, then the town needs you."

WP spends the evening with the druid as the old man sleeps. The townsfolk smile at the odd couple as Pig whistles a quiet tune.

WP's eye widen. He hasn't seen so much coin in one place since his owner sold his best friend. He looks over the rest of the contents. He beacons Raen over and hand the flasks to her. "what do you make of these?" He turns his attention to the clothes"These would look out of place around here, don't you think?

Greetings,
I run a lot of online games. Typically, I can copy the map images and paste them into Gimp2 to edit. Before season 6, this worked very well. Now , when I paste it into Gimp all the maps come out black. All three season 6 scenarios have this issue. 0-5 seasons do not do this. Any suggestions?