His spear leading the way, Nicu charges the foes. "Leave the wolf alone or become splinters!"
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Nicu scrambles forward with his spear, trying to remain stealthy in the process.
"This whole town may be victims. It could be that every puppet we encounter was once a person in this cursed place."
Glad to be free of the toy shop, Nicu follows the other puppets.
"Ugg!" If wooden faces can grimace then Nicu does, "For once I'm glad for this puppet body, bad sausage percolating in an old person makes a wooden nose seem like a blessing instead of a curse!"
"Sir Artegal speaks true, we were ambushed by little puppets that stole our bodies with a simple needle, but in that ambush also sits our hope, for they so easily overcame us that we must hope we can do the same to them now that we are the puppets. We had no chance against their strikes, our fates sealed before we could even resist, so we must posses the same subterfuge as those dastardly creatures, at least I hope it is so."
Happy to go any direction to get away from the toy shop, Nicu looks for a way to climb along the buildings.
Nicu looks to Boote, hoping he has some insight into the new puppets and their domestic disputes in the face of peril. "Can that be the way to salvation? Do we dare not chance it, given the fates of our former comapnions?" Spear lowered, Nicu approached the new puppets cautiously, "Ho there, friends(?), we'll be slow about your cat, most certainly! We've no idea of this sausage threat, our paths must be very different, but we find ourselves in the same situation I fear, and I for one would join with you as we turn the tables on those that have stabbed us with shiny needles. What say you, are we welcome to join you and your tiger among puppets?" Nicu glances again to Gatto, still afraid of the giant creature.
Nicu watches the puppets climb from the box and observes the very different interaction as they show compassion to the kitty. Lowering his spear, he slowly, then with a little more exuberance, waves to the new group. "My friends, look at those puppets, they don't attack, they tend, maybe we've found more like us?"
Nicu, crestfallen at the loss of Dimitrio, climbs the stairs with Luc, Artegal and Donovan. "We'll avenge him, my friends, those responsible will be held accountable!" As they view the homey upstairs, the rumble of curiosity from the cat demands their attention and Nicu follows Atregal's lead. "A feline monstrosity will be much more a threat than the toys below. Should we climb that firewood and gain the high ground of the table?" Nicu braces his spear for a charge from the cat, hoping to protect his companions as they devise a new plan.
Nicu begins the climb, helping the others as they struggle up the barrier of the steps. "Luc, Dimitrio sacrificed himself for our escape, let's make the best of it!" Nicu salutes the fallen puppet with a caricature of a dance step he admired from the dextrous man. "We'll avenge his loss, let it not be in vain, climb my friends, climb!"
Nicu lends a hand to Donovan's climb, then proceeds to scaling the steps as fast as possible to escape the toy army assembling below. "Jump, Donovan, jump!"
Not wasting time, Nicu leaps for the ledge as he reaches for the hands of his friends.
Pushing through the rip, Nicarrionette tries to escape the prison of the doll.
"Luc!" Nicarrionette's muffled voice escapes the wooden shell, "I'm on my way, keep that hand out!"
Nicu panics as the doll closes about him and lashes out with his spear to rip an opening in the creature.
Nicu slams his spear into the little doll, hoping it doesn't split again.
"Little dolls, puppets, toys, won't some of you join us, don't any of you want to be Free!"
Using his braced spear, Nicarrionette drives it into the roller skate.
I'm still around as well, Bluedove, we'll get this game rolling again :)
"Come here cowboy, I've got another stab for you." Jabbing again, Nicarrionette continues the assault while trying to manuever into flanking for his companions.
Nicu struggles to his feet (provoking attacks) and lashes back at the miniature cowboy. "We'll beat you like a cattle rustler, you half-pint cow-puppet!" Lashing back at the cowboy, Nicarrionette jabs viciously with his impromptu spear.
Nicarrionette joins Luc-ie in the assault on the pesky cowboy. "We were not toys originally and we'll not stay this way."
"Fellow animated objects, join us in the pursuit of your freedom! Little cowboy, wouldn't you rather be riding the range, than growing dusty on a shelf? Join us, join us and be free!"
"My javelins are twigs and about as useless, but these spears are decent." Nicu passes out any extras he may have. "Make sure you have a needle ready my friends, it's an unkind favor we must revisit, but the ends will justify the means." GM Bluedove: Before preparing any advancement, Nicu will steal a single page from the book, the most essential page as he can determine to the process of making the puppets. That page he'll fold and hide and build into his flimsy armor for protection and concealment.
"I can certainly try, but let's be sure we're all armed and armored before we risk rousing the beast." Nicu does his best to craft both javelins and spears from wooden dowels, twine, and sharp metal clippings.
Quietly, to his companions, "Careful, friends, the soft purr of a kitty sounds from upstairs."
"There enough stuff under these stairs to burn this shoppe to the ground if we decide that's an option. Let's hide that book real good like, so that no one can use it easily." "That mousetrap might go well on the stairs if we need to keep any big people from descending on us." Grabbing the glue, thread, leather laces, metal bits, wood chips, screws, wooden pegs, and strips of wire, Nicarrionette sets to crafting simple armor for his companions. "Quickly, little wooden boys and girls, let's do all we can to overcome this injustice."
With effort, Nicarrionnette climbs up to the book and reads the horrible truths within it's pages. "NO, My friends, we've been betrayed! This magic is as foul as any plane can muster! Read this, for I cannot speak it's evil!" then betraying his very sentiment, Nicarrionette does exactly that, "We must be needle bearers, it is the only way! We must stab ourselves!" Collapsing in utter despair, Nicarrionette weeps tears of sawdust.
Holy crap, that last post was the crux of the entire adventure! Although there is no way Nicu the character is going anywhere near that book, everything that matters to us solving this dilemma is contained in those few journal entries, like a Bram Stoker novel, so let's crack at it my fellow adventures! Let's get our rightful bodies back from the manipulations of Maligno, for the boy Figlio is already a casualty as we will surely be if we do not act!
Nicarrionette considers his little wooden limbs that could easily be snapped by a child. "I suppose you have a point about the gopher revolt", he squeaks, "Sticking together sounds like a good plan, lets get at it before the puppet master does arrive."
"Of course they'll join! Who in the nine hells wants a puppet master pulling their strings? Join us, lads and lasses, join us and enjoy freedom." Nicarrionette doesn't shout or yell, he simply states the logical offer and lets it hang in the air of the shoppe, waiting for the puppet army to assemble and form neat, even rows.
"Let them join our puppet revolt or be burned!"
Nicarrionette finds a small leather punch that suits his stature. "The lifeless dolls in this shop make me nervous, they could be eyes and ears for the puppet master. Should we throw them all into the fire before more evil can be wrought on them?"
Nicarrionette takes the time to absorb his new perspective on the surroundings.
After landing heavily, Nicarrionette bounds to his little wooden feet and starts rummaging through the tools, looking for items that will be useful to the party's new stature. "Look, Dimitrio, a charcoal pencil, we can draw you a new mustache!" Finding a saw and hammer, he delivers the latter to the 'dwarf' and sets to work sawing at the bars of Luc's cage.
Following Luc-ie, Nicarrionette sets his cage to swinging as he aims for the soft landing.
"Take care, Luc, double cage crash is imminent!"
"Yes, Sir Artegal" a squeaky voice answers, "We'll find our way free from this, or die trying." Nicu the carrionette struggles to stand on little wooden legs and investigate the cage. "Maybe we can find a way out and make a ladder down of ourselves, instead of crashing to the floor and alerting anyone to our escape?" |