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Nor chews his lip before answering. Noticing Thanatos, he spits. "Bugger that. I mean to leave the River Kingdoms in one piece, and I don't expect to do that with out my hide and falchion. You can have everything else, even my lucky ranseur. The equipment of my companions ought to sate your greed for a day." Nor begins removing the items taken from Happs: longbow, arrows, alchemist fire flasks, dagger, and the silver Stag amulet. He shoulders off his backpack, javelins, and deliberately holds out his ransuer before dropping it to the ground. "If you ask me, no amount of gear is going to replace man power, and you know how handy I am in a fight. But I can take a hint, I'll leave. I swear by my blade you will not see me again."
"Enough! The orc wanted to kill you, not I!" As Nor shouts this, he drops the greatsword, and retreats to sixty feet away. From this distance, he spreads his arms apologetically. "We have much in common, really. A lust for gold and a disdain for the law. Jed, put this behind us. The orc wanted you dead, and he got his."
Thrown into a wild rage, Nor swings wildly at the bandit that struck him.
Viking/aztec sounds good. Looting and raiding suits Nor fine, given his history as a merc. Given the amount of rivers in the River Kingdoms, it might be good to procure a few longships later down the road. RIVER REAVERS. Just a thought. I agree that Oleg is important. I'm just as nervous that the old man might try something to get revenge on the bandits, and get himself killed. If we end up killing one of the bandits for leaving a trail, we should go raiding after Olegs quickly so these bandits remember the benefits of switching sides.
"Easy, Dagoth. When I saw what they were doing, I told them the next hand or foot to leave a clue would be cut off. I think it made the point, and we won't be less a man in the next battle."
Nor lowers his voice to Dagoth.
"Bloody hell! Look at this!" Nor points out the clues to his companions. "If you wish to leave clues for your Stag friend, you need only ask. A lopped off foot or hand serves better a marker than a bent twig or footprint. Next bandit I see do so will be short a limb!" Nor moves to the back of the line, keeping a glaring eye on the bandits ahead of him.
Nor adjusts his backpack to allow either greatsword and falchion to be accessible from his shoulders. He grins at the lot and starts heading back towards Oleg's.
"I bristle at the thought, Jed." Nor grins wryly, as he hangs the silver pendant around his thick goblin neck.
Nor flinches under the amulet's chain as it touches his partially closed shoulder. "Thanatos, could you mend my wounds a bit more?"
"I believe Dagoth here also wanted to know of any ...expertise."
Then he holds up the silver Stag pendant, studying it ponderously. After a moment, he turns to Thanatos. "Is there any magic on this? Could it be a holy symbol like yours?"
Nor stores the flasks of alchemists fire, dagger, longbow and arrows, and the silver Stag amulet on his person. He hangs his falchion over his back, and picks up Happs' greatsword before joining Dagoth's side. He looks over the surrendered bandits.
Nor nods in approval at the orc's decisive display. Aware that the assailants seem to be subdued, he quietly walks over to the body of Happs, and searches his person for anything of worth.
Keeping close to the ground, Nor crawls to Thanatos.
A thick bloody gout sprays from Nor's sheared face as he erupts into a frenzied mirth. His scraping laughter is gurgled by the blood in his throat, and the exposed muscles beneath the open skin of his shoulder and chest twitch erratically. He bellows something made incoherent by thick laughter, gore, and chew. His falchion curves low to high, meaning to spill open the bandit's entrails.
Nor chortles at Thanatos' remark. "Does your god bless those about to take a life?" He whispers back to the tiefling. Nor casually reaches for a small leather pouch at his belt, removes a finger of Shoanti chew, and places it in his mouth. Moments later, crimson saliva leaks from the corners of his lips, giving his mocking grin a blood-stained look. His beady eyes glisten. "I cannot speak for these two, but I accept your challenge, on one condition: No craven weapons. Bows are for those with milk in their blood. Come and face your final hour with steel in your hand."
I didn't plan on my character doing all the talking. Maybe for the current situation at the bandit camp, one of you can say we have knowledge of a secret treasure trove? I dunno. Something to pique their interest. Alternatively, Thanatos, do you have a way to extinguish the fires? If we can blind them, the fight will go easier.
Nor barks a laugh, and shouts for all to hear. "Is that what Happs told you? We killed his bandit friends, so he ran to hide behind a woman's skirt? Aye, that sounds plausible, coming from a coward."
Nor throws out his arms in a grand gesture.
Nor checks his pack to reduce any noise, then shakes the handle of the falchion to ensure a ready draw from his back. Satisfied, he proceeds, mindful of every footfall.
"Take them at night, is what I say. We can all see in the dark, and the bandits at Oleg's were weak-eyed men, if the ones at their camp are alike. But," Nor hawks and spits "even under the sun, they do not concern me."
"Good idea. Perhaps we will gain its strength." Nor yawns.
He smiles as self-deprecating as possible before making a saucy gait to his bedding, where he ungraciously collapses.
Nor arcs a savage swing at the bear.
"Let's do this."
"I agree, we ought to give chase. Can anyone track the hoofprints? I might, if I get lucky."
Nor's blade tries to catch the fleeing bandit.
Nor shouts to the retreating bandit.
"There once was a bandit named Happs..."
"Come, Happs! Make your mark, if you can."
"Gah!"
Were it not for menacing smile on Nor's face, one would think he was having a fit of coughs. But no, the hobgoblin's scraping laughter erupts from his toothy maw as the injury throws him into a bloodlust.
Nor pulls the falchion from his back overhead, onto the bandit that scored a hit.
Nor boldly stands from his hiding place. He currently holds no weapon, but outstretches his arms as he addresses the five.
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