Morganst nods and smiles at Effan. "Oh there's no doubt that he's got a heart of gold, or platinum since it's worth more... I'm not worried about his head so much as his back. I just wasn't sure they best way to convince him to leave them here."
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"Oh... I know you're strong enough there. But we may need you to carry out gold and loot. Or, uhh pretty sticks and shrubs?" Morganst looked over at the others, completely unsure of what else the druid. He pats him on the back. "Which way are we going?"
"Secret doors sound good to me." Morganst looks around at the others, then follows Faldor. Suddenly he stops and looks back. "Maybe we should hide those bars first. It's not a good idea to wait until Hosz's back gives out on him first."
"Oooooh shiny! Almost as good as gold." Morganst grinned. "I bet that'll bring a few coins in." He glances around the room again and shrugs. "I guess we leave it here and pick it up on the way back? Not sure it's wise to drag the bars around with us."
Morganst winks at Effan. "Shouldn't be too hard to see Hozs and those spiders parted." Immediately after that he gets distracted by the boxes and barrels. Mroganst starts taking a peek to see what can be salvaged from the boxes and barrels.
"A moment Abe. Let me take a look ahead of you." Morganst give him a wink and slips up the stairs ahead. "I'm a bit less noticeable. Just be sure to cover me".
"Sorry... I felt left out with all that carnage. And I don't like spiders bigger than my head too much." Morganst shrugs. "Do we have more oil?
Morganst sees the spiders rush forward and takes aim with his bow.
Morganst had drawn his bow when the door was pulled open. Unlocked of course with his usual panache, if not quickness. Before he could congratulate himself (nobody else seemed to want to) the spider dropped down on Abe. Taking quick aim, he fires an arrow at the spider.
"Have I ever mentioned how reassuring your confidence in me is?"
Morganst steps forward and cracks his knuckles. "Well, I can see what I can do." With a flick of his wrist he pulls out several small tools.
Morganst stands behind Effan as he does whatever he does to the door. He is nearly drooling over the lock. Cracking his knuckles, he grins madly. "That looks like one tough lock. Is that dwarven?"
Morganst sits back watching the others stash excess gear. The good thing about being one step above dirt poor is, he had no excess gear. "If you need someone to go ahead and look around, I happen to be pretty good at not being noticed. If not, tell me where you want me to hide and I'll get my bow ready."
Morganst smiled over at Faldor. "I find that if you roll everything into a tight little bundle, it's both functional and not as bulky." Morganst took another bowl of the mushroom wine and sipped. Turning back to the Lizard Folk he took a deep, long bow. "And many thanks to you, kind folk. May your gift be the difference in our succeeding."
"Oh... Interesting." Morganst looks over the bow and the fox armor. After several moments of hard thought he picks up the armor and tries it on. "This seems to be a nice fit. Not sure about the helm though..." He tests the fit for a moment to work out some of the snugness of new leather. "What do you know... Fox skin is actually quite slimming."
"Oh... Interesting." Morganst looks over the bow and the fox armor. After several moments of hard thought he picks up the armor and tries it on. "This seems to be a nice fit. Not sure about the helm though..."
Morganst sips quickly. Actually it was a bit earthy but not too bad. A quick tilt of his head and he swallowed the mushroom wine down. 'It's not elf-wine, but it'll do in a pinch." He was still uneasy around the lizard folks. But the others seemed fine so he tries to stay relaxed. Morganst glances over to Keegan with a shocked look. "Wait... You don't drink?"
Morganst sighs quietly in relief that his companions know these lizard folk. If there wa sone thing he'd learned from playing cards, it was knowing when to shut up and listen. So he did.
Morganst startles as the voice calls out. He glances around, seeing everyone ready themselves. "Uhhh... We come in peace?" He glances around to the others for help.
Morganst settles in by the fire. While eating, he checks through his equipment to make sure everything is in good shape and it's proper place.
"Nailed to the tree? What would do something like that?"
"Ok! OK! I'll do it again Hosz. It'll have to be a copper though... I don;t have all THAT much silver laying about." Morganst continues to walk along beside the cart flipping the copper piece along his fingers and making it disappear and reappear. Several times he reaches out to "magically" pull it from Hosz's ear and hair.
Morganst sits lazily against a tree in front of the house. Several small children play around him as he lounged. Out of habit he starts to roll a silver coin along his knuckles. After several giggles, he flips his hands palm up to show the coin had disappeared. With a wave, it was back, then almost as quick it was gone again. Reaching out to a mousy haired boy he winked. Making an overly grand gesture Morganst pulls the coin from small child's ear. "Best get that to Jeva, eh?" He was ready to go. Children and houses in the woods require far more work than he was comfortable with.
Morganst volunteers for last watch as well.
Morganst quickly moves to wash himself up some before grabbing a bowl of the stew. "I'll take last watch too then, since the others are covered.", paused between spoonfuls to get the words out. "What do you know of the merchant who brought her in? Does he travel these parts?"
Morganst paled and steps back away from the girl. He pulls out his flask and take a deep pull. Wiping his chin he passes the flask to Keegan. "I hope she's cured. Not sure I can watch something like that again. How long was she like that?"
"He said unpleasant, not down right disturbing." Morganst felt the shiver run down his spine. Ewww this is gross. It was horrible that this was a little girl, but... UGH! "Don;t know about you all, but I could use a nice drink after all this." he stepped aside to help hold the wolfling down.
Morganst sighs. "I'll pour it down. You guys just stand ready... I guess." He gulped down his fear with a mouthful of strong ale. "Don't let me get bit. I'm too pretty to be a wolf."
Morgants joins in unloading the cart. "just how long has she been like that, eh?" He grunts as he heaves a large sack over his shoulder. 'Ugh... I need to work out some more."
"Wait... THAT Cleff? Oh... Errr..." Morganst's face reddened. He turned to the others, "Maybe we do have it with us then?" He immediately starts rummaging through the contents of the cart to see if he can find it.
Morganst rubs his chin thinking back to the trip out. Did we pass someone? "What town did Clef go to? How long ago did he leave?" Glancing back down to the poor werepuppy. "I think she's down and tied. Open the door so we can bring her in." He smiled wide and waved toward the orphanage.
Morganst stood by holding his useless bow. "Boy am I unprepared here..." He moved to flank the werewolfling, the pointless bow still armed and waiting. Well, it was better than nothing. And just as effective. Turning to the Orphanage he yelled back, "Where do you want her once she's restrained?"
Morganst groaned. First at the joke. Then at the call from the orphanage. "As if that joke wasn't bad enough... "
Morganst watched the others begin to attack and figures he might want to join in. He grabbed the bow and arrows. Morganst stared down the arrow at the onrushing... thing?
Morganst looks around to see the others drawing weapons. "Uhhh... Am I missing some-" He stops when he sees the furry running toward them. "Aww nuts."
Sorry I've been slacking. My internet connection has been flakey from home and I've been swamped (3 month old kid). I'll be better, promise! Morganst stands on the back of the cart stretching his legs. His bow and gear on the cart next to him. "Yes, no kids. It seems too quiet for anyone to be around."
Morganst joins in helping load the cart with the few remaining items. "Seems like we're almost ready to go." He pulls the wineskin from his pack and takes a deep drink.
Morganst gulped in fear and glanced around. "More... More powerful? If the sickness was this bad before, Three times as strong will surely wipe out the town!" He stood up and began to pace nervously. "This could get very bad, very fast."
Morganst nodded. "Aye. I did see some tracks by the well a while back. they did say it sounded like kobold tracks." He glanced around the shop and found a place to sit. "Can't figure what for though. Who'd want to kill off the townsfolk?"
"So then... A yes and a yes. And please, do try to hold back your out pouring of love and affection. I'm startin' to get a bit weepy over here." Morganst kept a look out around the area. It just would not do for a guard or loud mouth to wander past them fooling about with the well. Especially if it's known to authorities that it's been poisoned. "If you says so Abe. Not so sure myself about them. But if you trust them, I'll give them a passing shot then." He turned back to Jaden and returned the man's smile. "Would you prefer me keeping an eye out for passersby, or down the well myself? I'm of more use in the background. Suits my skills more, eh." OOC: is there a site you use for dice rolls?
Morganst stopped pulling out a wrench from a back pouch. "Oh... I guess we won't be needing... Er, never mind that then." He slipped it back into a pouch. He sipped his mug, nervously looking around the room. "So then." He gave a nervous cough, "You sure you want to be lowered down there to wait?"
"Now your talking. I can help keep an eye on the well if you'd like. I know a few hiding spots around there I could watch from." Morganst drained his second mug and put it on the table. "I may even know someone who knows someone, who could talk to a guy about leaving some of those missing tools around there." He gave a wide grin and a wink. "I know some people. They get things done. May add a bit of truth to things."
Morganst gave a quick laugh and pulled again from his mug, draining it without effort. He gave a wink and waved for another mug of ale. "Noodling my crust? And what's wrong with my clothes? Anyways, Abe can vouch for me. I'm good people, I am." He took his drink and gave the lass some coin. He took a deep drink. Morganst looked over at Abe and then to Faldor. It seemed like Abe trusted them. And he was a paladin. And let's face it, if you can't trust a paladin, who can you trust? The drunken drawl was dropped and Morganst looked over to them and shrugged. Morganst kept his voice down, not wanting the whole inn to know what they spoke of. And especially how he spoke of it. There was his reputation to uphold. "Abe says you're good then I trust him. We found some tracks by the well. Looks like some type of lizard folk, two legged. They seemed to lead out of town. I'm not a woodsman, so I couldn't follow them that well. "Well.. That and I had a few pints in me."
"And what would such a nice group of sirrahs such as yourselves be wantin' with the well, eh?" Morganst wasn't sure what they were about, but he'd seen them around the town some. With everything going on with the sickness and the wells lately, it's best to be safe. He walked forward, sloshing his mug of ale a bit as he did. Exaggerated a bit, for sure, but it's best to be underestimated. He trusted the paladin becuase, well... He was a paladin. You could trust them. These folk he didn't know. Morganst wore plain brown leathers, durable, practical and very nondescript. He took a long pull from his mug again and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "Makes a man curious. Especially after a few good pints."
You have most probably met with Faldor at some point if you are looking to bring art and beauty to town. His lute is the local divinity for the moment.I was thinking the same thing. If Abe was in the tavern Faldor performs in he certainly would have noticed the gnome bard and tied to meet him. I have a good deal of the character up now. Please let me know if it's OK. I'll have the background and description up in a bit. Morganst will definitely have been in the tavern as well. And he'd definitely have an interest in art and beauty. Even if he can't walk away with it. ;) |