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Payngor peers out into the fog, listening, focusing, tryiung to find the source of the growling.
If he can detect where the creature is, he's going to rush it, charging if possible. If he doesn't he'll keep readying, snarling back at the beast Rolls: If charging +2 to hit
Payngor, spotting the creature, readies his axe and feels the rage burn inside him, though he holds back, just preparing a strike if the creature comes at them, grunting in its general direction
Payngor nods to the others, also up for a good hunt
Payngor does his best to b help with the construction, if only as muscle to move whatever he was told to move and to hack down trees. Though seeing the older man approaching, he, unsurprisingly, grabbed for his weapon ready to defend, though seeing the others be nice to him made him put the weapon down, but he stayed alert. Just in case
Flying into a rage, Payngor brought the axe down again on the small thing that had hurt him with quills.
Payngor grunted-they definitely wanted to avoid the Orcs, if they could. That wouldn't go well if they had to deal with them. He followed along to the peninsula, though had his doubts-easier to defend, but easier to get trapped in. Still, before he could vocalize that, the local fauna was already a problem! With little to no hesitation, Payngor drew his axe and swung, hard. Readied attack if it gets too close :
Payngor follows along, keeping a watchful eye out for any sort of threats. Still, he heard of the orc raid, and didn't see another choice-he'd have to be social. He made his way over to Lissa, taking a deep breath. "So. Those orcs. Tell me about them" he put bluntly, hoping that they weren't who they thought they were.
Payngor he grunted, looking over the new lot that was joining them. He didn't like that they were adding more and more to their group, more to cause problems, or turn on them.
Payngor grunted in disagreement, though knew when he was outnumbered, lessening his grip on the axe, slinging it back over his shoulder while keeping an eye on the other group.
Payngor snarled, still holding the axe at the ready in case they cane at them, though he gave Fenal a curious look-he'd not thought to offer kindness to diffuse a tense situation-aggression usually worked better for him.
Luckily for Cartimandua, he was unaware of what she'd tried to do for him. Though in the hear and now, Payngor grunted, pulling his axe at the sight of the others, then glared at Decos. "Should get control over that thing before it gets us killed" He readied to swing his axe if one of those men were foolish enough to get that close, primed and ready to strike.
Payngor, despite his tough exterior from the night before, this night was particularly colder, which chilled him down to the bone as they persisted. Though of course, he wouldn't be complaining to anyone about it.
Payngor grunted. Then huddle together for warmth. We came up here, we might as well either keep going up or go around. No need to give up so easily seems the half-orc is rather stubborn, not wanting to give up just because things got tough
The burly half-orc stretched as he woke, looking around to see the rest of the campers as well as their camp. The cold hadn't bothered him much, but the others seemed out of it. Waiting for the rest to get up, je kept an eye out for anythig that may be coming for them
Payngor did his best to find firewood, though based on the fire not burning throughout the night, he clearly didn't grab enough.
Payngor grunted-he was looking forward to the taste of lion, but was relived to not have been gored open twice over the last day or two. [b]Camping sounds good. I'll take He gave their campsite a once over, looking for anything that may have been left behind, before slinging his axe onto his shoulder, looking around for the nearest source of firewood.
Payngor grinned at the lion, holding his axe at the ready, waiting for it to pounce him. He snarled, choking up on the handle-though he wasn't raging just yet.
Payngor grinned at the lion, holding his axe at the ready, waiting for it to pounce him. He snarled, choking up on the handle-though he wasn't raging just yet.
Payngor nods and, unsurprisingly, grunts. Then up the ledge we go. Follow me And, if they were all ready to move on, would be out in front as they travelled again, weapon at the ready. Just in case.
Payngor swore, readying his axe if the man with the spear came to close. "Hey, could use some help out here!" he called over his shoulder before looking to the apparent father, snarling. "You put that spear down. NOW. She's unharmed in there, I swear, but I don't like sharp things being pointed my way. So drop it... or maybe you two won't be so unharmed.
Payngor looked back outside, keeping watch-the last thing he wanted was for someone to sneak up behind them and catch them by surprise. Plus, he had little interest in the girl, and didn't want to scare her, messing things up for those who did. Axe at the ready, he looked around outside the cave for anyone else.
Payngor snarls upon the sight of the human pointing the spear at him, though with everyone else saying they won't hurt her, he loosen's his grip and decides against just hacking into her anyway. "When was the last time he was here? and when was the last time you ate something?"
Payngor peered into the cave, axe in hand, looking around for something in there to split open with his obsidian blade.
Choking up on the handle,he signaled to the others-he was pretty sure he saw something move
With little hesitation, the half orc drew his axe and once again tried to get into a good position 60ft away for charging purposes. Seems he learned little from the scuffle the night before-except maybe to watch out for horns
Payngor shakes his head, briefly experiencing deja vu, before shaking his head. Was probably nothing.
Payngor grunted as he was healed, doing his best to hide his surprise-the herd had no such healer. If you got hurt badly, you walked it off. Or died. He gave both Fenal and Kryas a short nod with more grunting, as a sign of acknowledgement to one and thanks to the other. He looked to the spine dagger as Cartimandua handed it to him. He fiddled with it and nodded-it seemed passable. "Thanks..." he muttered, though he didn't deserve their praises. He should've died for fighting so recklessly. Perhaps sleep will help him get over his own stubborn ego. As the sun rose and he checked his leg, he rose with the rest of them. feeling better after said night's sleep. "Onwards to the mountain then?
Payngor grunted as he was healed, doing his best to hide his surprise-the herd had no such healer. If you got hurt badly, you walked it off. Or died. He gave both Fenal and Kryas a short nod with more grunting, as a sign of acknowledgement to one and thanks to the other. He looked to the spine dagger as Cartimandua handed it to him. He fiddled with it and nodded-it seemed passable. "Thanks..." he muttered, though he didn't deserve their praises. He should've died for fighting so recklessly. Perhaps sleep will help him get over his own stubborn ego. As the sun rose and he checked his leg, he rose with the rest of them. feeling better after said night's sleep. "Onwards to the mountain then?
Falling to the ground with a hearty laugh, Payngor fell on his back next to the dead boar, laughing loudly for a moment until he looked down to see the spine sticking out of his leg. "Can't have that" Sitting up, grunting in pain, he tried to pull it out himself and, using part of the rags he was wearing, tie it around thew wound in his leg
Unable to really get to it based on where the wound was, he couldn't apply pressure and deal with the wound on his own. He grunted, then sighed, almost reluctantly calling out "Could use help here..."
Looking down at his bleeding thigh made him even angrier. Gritting his teeth, he choked up on the handle of his weapon. Trying to focus on killing the boar, he swung his axe once more, aiming to bring it right between the creature's eyes.
Watching as Cartmandua led the boar into v the trap, though upon seeing that the Trap didn't kill the Beast, he swore. Bursting from the bushes, eyes red with Fury, he charged the Beast, brandishing his axe wildly.
Payngor grins, pulling out his axe just in case things went awry with the sneaking option, staying back-the thick layers of hide on him made him a bit clumsy, and didn't want to alert the creature-but you could be damn sure he'd be ready to tear into it when if it came at him
"That's a nasty one. I've seen em before. They're... and in a hushed tone, he describes what the creature is.
Payngor looks towards the mountains and shrugs. "Good a direction as any. Might as well stick together, protect each other." So long as they weren't near orcs or small villages of humans, it ultimately didnt matter to him if they were in the mountains or the jungle, though he did wince slightly, remembering the last time he'd been atop a cliff. Still, he was ready to go when the others were.
The half-orc sniffs at the air, smelling fire, heading in the direction of... cooking food. He grins when he sees they're a small group and reaches behind him for his greataxe, though the closer he gets, the more he realizes they're just like him, not having much. He relaxes a bit and, if they'll let him, will sit with them and decide where to go. "Payngor. Nice to meet all of ya." Then he contemplates the directions to go. "Mountains likely mean shelter in a cave, but no food. Plains and hills have food, no shelter. I'd say we go south. Trees are good for cover and hunting." But that was just from his limited experience living out on his own. The orcs had preferred mountains, but also raided for food often. Possibly due to said lack of food. |
