Pork stands next to Cynerik and draws his crossbow. He wordlessly points it at the bandit.
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Pork blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting the human to give him his knife as well. "Huh. Uhh...thanks!" He's a bit shocked at the generosity of Cynerik.
Pork sees pretty much exactly what Brinda sees, and stops walking without a word. He immediately checks behind them, making sure the mist hasn't closed in around them.
Pork shrugs. "If we're gonna be going into the spooky mist, wanna trade? I noticed you'd picked up a nice-looking crossbow earlier and this thing," he shakes his staff, "Is a bit heavier than I thought it'd be. I'm a pretty decent shot, I've gotta be better at that then whacking people at least."
@Cynerik-Sorry about that! Didn't realize you'd taken it all, my bad!
As they go along, Pork familiarizes himself with the crossbow that he snuck away from the loot pile. He notices the strange mist. "Uhh...isn't it like way too warm to be so foggy? That stuff is kind of creeping me out..."
Yeah, mind if I take that crossbow? Also, apologies for not posting yesterday, I had a 9-hour shift yesterday and today at the catering company where I work and I have just been exhausted.
Ever the opportunist, Pork runs out to the injured bandit and tries to smack him down.
Definitely going to be going rogue, yeah. As for time zones, I'm EST but I work weird hours so I kind of post whenever I can. Sometimes it's a few hours in between, and there's a lot of stuff to sift through, so apologies in advance if it gets a bit sporadic.
Pork stays on fast initiative, moving through the bushes to try and flank the bandits.
Pork takes the dwarf's advice, diving into the foliage almost before the words have left the dwarf's mouth. He sits there quivering in fear, with his staff drawn. He's shocked when the other goblin charges headlong into battle. "What's he doing? He's going to get himself killed!"
Pork stretches and yawns. He'd stayed in the back, trying to do his best to go unnoticed as the caravan went on. He wanted to get to Fletcher's Rest so that he could do what he always did-try to scam hardworking people out of their land and resources. He's a smaller goblin, still a kid really. He's short and still has a bit of baby fat, and it seems like his nose at least has already grown to its full size. He eyes the others-he's used his age to hide in caravans like this before. Nobody expects the little goblin kid to actually pull his weight, right? This group definitely seems smarter than the normal ones, though. He might have to actually (gasp) do work with these guys in order to stay with them. He shudders. It's going to be a long journey.
Thanks for the welcome, guys! I think I got everything, does my profile look ok? First time doing Shadow of the Demon Lord, hopefully I didn't miss anything important. |