From atop his mobile vantage point the plump raven Munin silently gauges Pruett. Once introduced the bird offers him a lordly nod, after some deliberation.
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I could fly off and look for Roan too, but that will cost extra ... :P
After completing his errand, Munin return and lands on his masters shoulder. He eyes the process of dog sniffing bloody pulp with some interest.
"Two birds and one stone." *Glare*
"Would be better with feathers *caw*!"
"I tried to tell you this last time you sang *cHaHaHaw!*"
"Meh. Maybe a door-stop to your latrine?"
"*Caw?* It's soft and plushy, to touchy about dead things ..."
Munin nods in approval, knowing that somewhere in the multi-verse his kin did a Good Thing!
The raven bobs his head at Anastacia, glad that atleast some were sensitive to the perils of the feathered kin!
Munin looks at his master in chock and shakes his head.
Munin follows the departing lumberjacks with his reflective black eyes, his keen hearing snapping up the dissident talks. He waits until they are out of immediate earshot before speaking up with a laughing caw. "*Caw-snort* Humans, always ungrateful. This is why I don't help people ... *Caw!*"
"Caw!" The black raven puffs up his feathers, nodding in agreement with Gorruum
Now, if the Nixie is just as happy to see us again even Dante might feel less inclined to strangle the fey :P
"Caawwwwww" Munin exclaims with a disappointed sigh.
@mdt:
Aww, now it is a battle between Munins stomach and his professionalism. Ach .. :P "Caw! I don't think it is edible just yet. This one is still alive ..." the raven remarks and bobs his head up and down. He 'sits up' properly on the log again and puffs up his feathers. "...but I can fix it if it is a problem?"
Since he had been given his new collar, the raven was alot more sociable. Since this meant a small upswing in Munin - people interaction, perhaps not everyone was pleased. During the fight with the scythe trees, he had spent it observing from a safe distance. The branches on those things looked perfectly adept at smacking something raven-sized out of the sky and when they struck flesh and metal, they tore deep gashes. As such, Munin was more then happy to let the ground hoppers deal with the menace. Afterwards however, Natalie's mention of carrion caught the birds interest and he flow down to inspect. Landing ontop of the log, he 'knelled down' and leaned his head over the edge and looked inside. "Caw-hmm. Anyone we recognize ? And is it properly dead?"
Except us, your soon to be avian overlords! Cawhawhawhaw!
"Inside the shrine dedicated to the god of eating people *Caw!*, placed within the newest of the people remains *Caw!*." It feels strange that humans have a god dedicated to a specific meal ...
If anyone doesn't want to share a horse in the future, give me a head's up and I'll prepare the Mount spell! Maybe Katlin can be convinced to help with that one too!
Also - Munin is going to evaluate his 'hard earned' loot!
Munin returns from the house of death with a small pouch of pilfered belongings in his talons. In his beak he carries a talisman that is all too familiar. He circles one time around the building before landing on Fhârn's shoulder. "*Caw-uhm* I think Vebstyr Klain is masonry by now..." the raven caws and drops the amulet into his masters hand.
Unfazed by the morbidity of the shrine and uncaring about the ramblings of lords and faë, Munin the raven decides to investigate those upside-down skulls a bit closer. He knows that human have a tendency to sometimes leaves shinies as an offering to their gods - and judging by the conversation around him - they would not mind if he depraved this god of his gifts. "*Caw-hmm*"
Circling above, Munin gave the vultures a glare that was both envious and condescending. So far from the pesky humans he felt at ease for a moment - glad to be away from the persistent feeling of anger. With a sigh he swooped past one of the tasty morsels left on the ground and went on with his mission. One day!
Munin looked down at the fight with some disinterest. With a sigh, he realized that the humans inferior nightvision was causing them some trouble. *Caw* I suppose I have to fix that then ... *caw-sigh* Flapping down from his vantage point, Munin landed on Fhârns bag and started digging around, looking for those bottles of lamp-oil he knew where stored inside.
"*Caw*!" Annoyed at having his slumber disturbed by the yells of the humans, the Raven takes wing and flies a bit away.
"A thin slice of our souls and our firstborn childs (sorry Dante). *Caw*!"
While both A & B are tempting in their own ways, I support option D too : )
I thought I'd list our options for our current situation here. It might make it easier for us to decide upon a course of action. Feel free to add your thoughts!
This is the simplest thing we can do. It costs us nothing/very little except a heavier conciousness. Probably wouldn't look so good if the story got out...
'Solves' the problem, sort off. Will probably earn us the goodwill of some of the more xenofobic humans. Opposite effect on the faë and perhaps the kobolds. A bit harder then A since the Nixie has her unseen guardians and is in a pool of water.
I and Rowan both have the Craft Wondrous Items feat. Due to the cap of 1 item per day, this would take 3 days. It would cost us 1000 gp in materials. Perhaps mdt can be convinced to let the party help out by gathering reagents (using Downtime to Earn Magic). Diplomacy (asking the faë neighbourhood for some help) or Know (Nature)/Survival (gather supplies) or Intimidate (conscript the lumberjacks to gather stuff) seems appropriate, but many other skills are also suggested in the Downtime rules. This is easy in that it doesn't take much effort - but it actually costs us something.
This will most likely involve some sort of quest. On the bright side we get to network more in the forest. On the flipside, we would have to indulge in the vanities of another faë
Munin glanced at the roasting morsel and sighed when it became apparent that he would not be able to partake in the meal. What a lousy day! the Raven thought with another sigh. His master didn't take the missed opportunity to eat roasted rat as hard however.
Munin looks at the crowd, sweeping his judgemental gaze over them all before shaking his head. The sight was too much for him and he brought his wing up for a wing-palm.
Munin follows the exchange of words, this "diplomacy", with great interest. It was certainly the most amusing thing he'd seen today, maybe the whole week! @mdt: Does Munin feel any urge to feast on the bones of this frog n lizard duo?
Returning from his scouting trip, Munin swoops down at the party. He passes almost uncomfortably close to some members heads before landing at Fhârn's outstretched hand. The raven pauses to correct a feather or two before speaking up. "*Caw!* The tower is little more then four free-standing walls and complimentary bricks. There was a pair of creatures there - big purple lizard and a frog-man. *Caaw*! The frog-man is building a nice cosy fire and you are just sitting here in the forest ... *Caw-sigh!*" Fhârn gives the party an apologetic look and Munin a pat on the head and a small dried snack. Then, after the nourishment and compliments, Fhârn attempts to extract some more details about the creatures Munin spotted. With some luck he might be able to determine the species - which could provide either valuable insight into their current situation or an edge should it come to blows later. As he sifted trough his mental library of monsters, he really missed Dareon and his encyclopaedic knowledge on - well most of things.
Fhârn also considers testing his theory by using Scroll of Protection from Evil on Munin, but decides to wait until they make camp. Unless they decide not to, of course!
As they ride away, the keen-eared raven tilts his head slightly to the side. "*Cawuhm...*" Munin muttered and turned to look at Fhârn "Remember the pirates and the boat? *Caw* Might be that there are some rumours about it ..."
A bit cheesy perhaps - but it might just work : )
"You'll all die down there! *Cawcawcawcawcawcaw*" Munin bobs his head up and down to emphasise his words. Or perhaps the cawing.
Munin was perched on the head of Hestor the horse enjoying the feeling of moving across the streets without any effort of his own, similar to a sailor perched at the prow of the ship. When they stopped, he followed his masters suit and studied the newcomers. But unlike him, he wasn't silent. "*Caw!* Fear not, Lord Baron Wilhelm Orlovsky has the strongest stomach in all the River Kingdoms! Neither man nor troll could drink him under the table! *CaHawcHaw*!"
*Raises wing*
It was nice to be back in the air again. Munin didn't really like caves - the notion that some sort of groundwalking critter could climb up over his head always unsettled him. And the limited room for aerial manoeuvres. No, this is definitely better *Caw* The raven swooped back and fourth across the forest, both relaying messages and trying to spot the trolls. He really wasn't much of a tracker - but he tried his best.
Munin, sensing the mood of his master looks around after a good spot where he can fly over too and avoid getting caught in the inevitable brawl. Perhaps he could find the chief too ?
The raven glided trough the air. He could already smell the familiar scent of carrion - so he was close. The farm was merely a few hundred feet away. He quickly covered the distance and circled it, searching. There! The two still living men and their companions. Munin deftly landed on Rowans shoulder, trusting the druid to know better then strike a scavenger out of grief. "*Caw!* Master wonders if you found anything yet?" The raven listens to their theories before nodding. "Is there any message you wish to convey back? I must hurry with this information."
Generating Gold during downtime is still a skill check at heart (unless I seriously misinterpreted anything!) so Munin most certainly helps Fhârn a lot (with his Cooperative Crafting). Mostly with fetching tools and making sure Fhârns other underlings (those unmentioned workers that come free with rooms) to stuff right. He could make himself free during those weeks where Fhârn runs the country (can't help with Profession [merchant] sadly), but you have to understand - he is a busy bird^^ But yeah, I assume most spy-work won't be in broad daylight anyways so you could probably borrow him a bit : )
"Why, yes of course!" Fhârn replies. He quickly glances back at Svetlana's cooking - She should be able to handle that really. Now when she knows. Ah well. - then nods at Evelynn to show that he is all ears. // After sweeping the area a few times - satisfied that no-one was brandishing poison or other tools of assassination openly atleast - Munin perches on-top of the wagon and waits for Lanya. When she finally emerges again he caws to get her attention. He flies down onto her shoulder and nods a greeting, but doesn't say anything until everyone else appears to be out of earshot. "*Caw!* Sanita says you must watch what you eat *Caw*." He stares at her blankly for a few seconds, tiny gears turning in his head. Finally he tilts his head a bit to the side at speaks again. "So there are no unwelcome additions." Munin tilted his head in the other direction and sighed. "*Caw!* For poison. Poison is what she meant. Be careful!"
Circling one lap around, the raven replied. "*Caw!* Boss heading to Svetlana - I'm going to look up other newcomers. For 'spicers'" The raven nods and blinks at the last word, his idea of subtlety. "But I can tell Lanya and Wilhelm when I see them!"
The raven yawns and opens his eyes as he is plucked from his resting spot. He nods, quickly consumes the meat and does a quick survey then dozes off again. When they leave he springs wide awake and soars high, with his keen eyes open.
Munin swooped across the open harbour and caught up with Holbrecht in good time before he managed to earn a surprise visit to the kingdom come (it wasn't officially founded yet, after all!). Deftly the raven landed on the top of his head and leaned forward until he could meet the dwarfs eyes. "Caw! Boss wants a word with you - before you speak to the Rickets." The raven shuffled around a bit, preparing to take to the skies again should the dwarf fail to heed his advice. No sense in catching an impromptu headache intended for another. Caw!
The raven perched on the tall mages shoulder looks down at the little woman as if expecting her to start drooling any second. He rubs his head with his wing and deftly switches shoulder, taking cover behind his masters head. If experience serves right, that should be sufficiently a sturdy object to shelter behind *Cahaw!* he thought smugly to himself.
"Cawhat? B-but you *caw* said you were going to say I stole it!" Munin flies down close to Sanitas head and meets her gaze with his large, black sorrowful eyes. Sense Motive DC 8:
I’ve seen puppies pull this. Maybe … *caw*… The raven isn't really bothered at all, merely trying to maneuver to take more credit.
Munin gladly gorges himself on this second feast for the day. As a sign of appreciation, he even 'volunteers' to help Sanita carry the haul back. He gathers various shiny objects into a little pouch which he happily carries in his talons back to the ship. "I thought we were going to say we stole it? *Caw*!" The raven glances at Sanitas enormous pile and laughs.
Munin sighs as his projectile fails to connect this time. He notices that Sanita is withdrawing and does the same to avoid being the centre of attention when the pirates can no longer see her.
Munin aims and drops the second lantern towards one of the remaining pirates, careful to avoid hitting Sanita.
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