Nic pulls out a fresh cigar and bites down on the end. "What one?" He asks the bartender. then he proceeds to take out tinder and flint and strikes it. He puffs out several rings of smoke.
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Nic swills down his first cider. "BLLLLLEACH...that was guud...lets git a couple more." He tosses a couple gold coins down on the bar.
DM are we going to get this game going again?
Let's just agree to restart in the new year? okay by me.
Nic scans the room and thinks to himself. He's smooth. The cleric gives a simple nod to the nearest guy. Nic is waiting to see how the crowd reacts. "Can I git a cider?"
Reknar finishes his cider, and tags along - "You lads are going to get me killed" - he grumbles. "If death wasn't near this wouldn't be fun."
Nic scoots in behind Thorin, letting the Candyman do his thing.
Nic will make his way towards the Ciderhouse. Assuming the party makes it there without being accosted Nic enters the pub. Inside the establishment he leads the way to the bar, he is clearly comfortable in the setting. He chuckles to himself as he recalls how joined this group. Locked in box when I drank too much.
Festulax guffaws. . Don't know what you expect dwarf. It's a cider housem nthats all your gonna find. Nic shakes his head back and forth in disgust. "You think all you git at an alehouse is ale? They tend t'have whiskeys and hard spirits too." He lectures. "But alright, alright...Cider it is."
"2 Apple, a Blackberry, and a lingenberry cider. Then tell them that the Blackberry is flat...got it." The dwarf repeats the instructions. he looks over at Reknar. "Nah, lets jus git on with it. Git a few rounds of tankards first, then after we finish those we can ask fer the sissy drinks." The dwarf looks intent.
Nic grabs the items and stores them, "lets git goin'. I'm thirsty." With that he waves to half-orc, "Lead the way...care for one of yer buddies weapons? The dwarf offers.
"Cider house, I could use a few pints of spirit. Thorin did you check their pockets, I'm sure they would want to pay fer the first few rounds." Nic motions at the dead. Nic takes a quick look at the deceased gear to see if there is anything worth taking.
Nic nods approvingly. "Lets get moving."
"Fair 'nough." He pulls out a flasks and takes a long gulp then hands it over to the half-orc. "Guess if we you run, we found our man." He looks over to bard and candyman, "You ready to git this movin'."
"Seriously?" The dwarf looks at the bard. "You trust 'im to cover our backs?" Nic looks at the half-orc suspiciously. "If you double cross us, I will kill you then raise you as an undead just to destroy you all over again." Making sure the pint is driven home.
. Meat trick. But I am serious. If Fritz shows you run. He will kill all of you. I'm not trying to scare you. Look you said I can have a job. I don't get it if youre dead. The hideouts are under the Busy Bee Bookstore, the cider house, and the apothecary. He drinks at the Humpy Camel. "Now was that so hard?" He pauses for a moment. "Where were you suppose to go after this job." Nic waves his hand around the room to the dead cohorts.
Nic nudges the guy with his boot. "Yeah...yeah...I eat cigars and it makes me glow like the sun." To prove his bravado he swallows his cigar. "Bahhhhhhh, gotcha! Jus tell us where these bases are and 'is waterin' hole."
"Let's make this simple bud. Why don't you tell [i]us[i] where this Fritz is located and how many mooks he has with him.
"Chop'em off, then let's hear him talk." The dwarf tries to play off of Thorin's tough guy stance.
"Now you jus' stop an listen." Nic lights his cigar then exhales a big puff into the orc's face. Be still, they've got some questions for you to answer." He uses a thumb to point over to Reknar and Thorin.
Get the big guy tied up. I'm gonna give his heart a restart. See what he knows and will give up to us." Nic will wait a bit until the gib orc is restrained then he will heal him.
Nic nods at Reknar then exhales deeply. "That was close." His eyes shift around the scene, "My the holy power of the sun then it's helaing power for the sake of goodness." He channels positive energy to his comrades.
Nic is startled when he bard tumbles to the ground. "forgive me blessed sun goddess fer I fergit 'bout healing when the battle lust comes ov'r me. He channels a selective healing spell to help his two companions.
Seeing his comrade crumple to the floor Nic steps up and tries to bash the orc. ; *I assume the inspire courage has ended with Thorin crumpled to the ground But the dwarf misses widely.
Nic extends his holy symbol and begins his prayer, "May the bless'd sun shine upon this battle and hold'n heathens firm to th' ground."
Hold person: The subject becomes paralyzed and freezes in place. It is aware and breathes normally but cannot take any actions, even speech. Each round on its turn, the subject may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. This is a full-round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. A winged creature who is paralyzed cannot flap its wings and falls.
"There's some commotion outside."
Nic spend the single action listening and looking around.
Flesh, sinew and skull hangs from the cleric's morningstar when he gruggly remakrks, "You need'em rats smooshed for the pies?" Nic nearly slips on the bloody mess. "Watch yer step, it's slippery." He chuckles madly.
"I need sum practice with me Morningstar." With that he whacks at one fo the remaining foes. ; "May Iomedea bless yer lying, steal'n, and theiv'n soul."
Nic does not chase after the fleeing foe but he will step in and attack any enemy that is remaining. ;
Hearing the whizzing of crossbolts zipping through the air, the Priest quickly casts bless. "The goodly blessing of the Sun Godess will flow through our actions."
Nic moves and takes a quick glance around the room. Nic take sup a defensive position by a doorway, in case, the noise attracted anyone. He will cast divine favor on himself using his wand. "I'll bless this endeavor once you all git down here."
Nic winks at the skull and then will slide down the rope into the room.
Not waiting to be asked a second time Nic obliges by whacking at the roof. ; He quickly repeats the whack ; then one more time for good measure ; "Ok, git yer fingers in there and widen the hole fer us."
"Well let's git on wit it already. I'm hungry and thirsty, so let's move. 'nuff talk'n lets move in."
Nic will pull up the rope and attach it to any area that will permit us to slide or climb down. "Candyman can you pry that openin' open quietly?"
Nic gives the rope a slight tug then begins the climb.
"ugg...I hate climbing." He slides down the rope after getting 2 feet off the ground. "Alrighty...alrighty...I stop smirkin', I was only getting warmed up."
"Hey, Reknar, I wouldn't stand right there if I were you." his legs kicking a bit until they find a perch on the wall as he tries to walk up the wall.
"Candymaker...psst Candymaker...psssssst Candymaker. What's up there? Need help? The dwarf pushes a bit impatiently.
Nic waits as Thorin climbs. "Dwarves and climbing don't normally mix well. Low center of gravity and all." Nic informs Reknar.
Thanks for keeping us posted.
Nic lends aid to Reknar.
"Sounds good to me. Start swing'n. Hope you have a pick axe because I don't have anything other than a crowbar to help." Nic doesn't have a pick or large hammer to smash through.
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