Clearly you are mistaken lack wit! SHE is a forest guide, you heard her offer to guide us. Now hold your tongue!
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Raff peeks around a tree. What he said.
F%~% it, the rogue says as he darts for cover
Assuming there are no complaints we move into the wood line, off the road and move towards the last reported location of our target.
I can see you two are get along like a literal house on fire He sighs. It's possible we won't make it out alive, he mutters. Regathering his thoughts he says We are seeking a bandit Queen, but given local flavour it's more like a bandit deputy manager or bandit clerk.
We sneak towards where she's at, quietly... quietly as in 'No loud debates' mind you all, then on locating her and her cronies? Well... "punish" is a good a word as any.
Raff gives the priest a curious and confused look. Errr... yes? I mean if you can handle a bit Ecclesial back and forth that is. We have a bandit problem and offer equal share in the bounty.
Hail there my good... man, the raffish figure calls to the dwarf, uncertain as to the correct way to address the outlander. New in town but looking for employment or have you a task that needs to be seen to instead?
We will loot you some good stuff in short order... *Ba Dumm tish*
Unsure... I thought DM put on pause. Let's see, eh.
Now that the Order of the Stick gods are in, get in here ;D
I sent him a PM just before Easter... fingers crossed. Want to hit the road and just wait for "our old friend" to run up Bilbo Baggins style?
Agreed. Day isn't getting any shorter.
Good to see you back For my own part, increased work assessments, outside study assignments, health issues and just the wear and tear of the current tempo has all but finished me for on forum gaming (among other things, I haven't touched my miniatures/painting in months and my tabletop gaming is just once a month). I AM NOT DROPPING OUT. I will just be logging around 3 times a week. I just need to focus on work and study and above all, sleep, for a few weeks to re-evaluate and re-focus. I you don't see a post in line with my regular tempo of game play? Please bot me or leave it another day or two. If you think replacing me is the safer bet for the health of the game, I totally understand.
Great trees come from small seeds, and favour is best sowed as small deeds, he says waving the concerns away. We need coin, and a bandit may well end up robbing us. It's a win win win if we can put this bandit down.
Meeeeeeh?, he says holding one hand up horizontally and then rocking it side to side, his expression doubtful. Irrespective... we gave you a whole gold piece. That makes us your EMPLOYERS and so think more about obeying us eh? He stops to look over the tracks... If that's the bandit? They sure are sloppy... let's move quietly and off to the side of these tracks and see what it turns up. IF we don't follow them directly like a bunch of rookies, we may even avoid some off the deadfall's and pits they've no doubt prepared.
It's a good spot... grab it while you can :)
Still thinking about that goat eh?
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Not like you Brother Theodore... have you taken a bow of silence?, Raff says as he accepts the sketch. Anything more you can tell us? Like does she have friends? A road she targets more often than not... and so on?
Hoping the best for you mate, but rest and hydration are both solid choices irrespective.
Oh s+&~!, Raff thinks Here comes the religious lecture!
Let us prove our worth with this nefarious bandit first m'lord then we could revisit the topic of the worms, Raff counters smoothly. We will not waste more of your very valuable time... we thank you for your visit among us.
As you will M'lord, Raff says with an obsequious bow. Forgive me for my clarification but I do not believe I heard anything in regards to renumeration in regards to the worms? In any case it seems this bandit is foremost on M'lords mind. Is there an authority figure such as Reeve or Sherriff we can talk to about said bandit rather than consume your already very precious time?
Oh crap... he's God Bothering again!, he thinks, panicking. His heart is in the right place m'lord! A holy man to be sure! But onto more temporal matters, we seek to help you in any personal requirements you might have, to wit the issue with the worms or perhaps any other issues needing a non personal and might I say a 'deniable' touch if matters go awry..., he blurts out, dreading the nagging that is doubtless going to follow... then he will need alcohol, lots of it... and if he's left without a job BECAUSE of his 'God Bothering', he won't have any money to drink... Its a vicious cycle, he muses.
Or in fact in ANY matter where he might require outside... eh... specialist assistance. A bounty for the destruction of the worms is of course welcome, but if he has other matters? Why then we could assist.
He says nearly completely misreading the room.
Why to serve the Great Lord in matters that he may require... expendable or deniable... factors to complete for him on local level and of likely near term duration my friend. I am sure that someone like Lord Malbleat would have occassion to NOT want his guards doing busy work so that they can stay SAFELY guarding his estate and august person.
Well... we did just agree to take him with us didn't we? Poor bugger might be dead soon. He slaps the table. Lets see this Lord Chappy eh?
Well, let's check the local scene for a bit of work... get the blood pumping, check out where we can improve as a team. He waves at the innkeeper. Ho there! Where would we find a bit of work suitable for aspiring hero's?
Sooo, he says turning to the rest, These works come with a bounty?
My thanks... so, a worm hunt first, you know, wear the rust off, teamwork and all that... then off to my ancestral tomb eh? He fishes out a gold coin and in an act of uncharacteristic generousity gives it to the young man. Give this to your mother okay? Just in case she needs anything while youre away.
Fine!, he says throwing up his hands in exasperation.
Equal share MINUS the sword and the ring... I care not for my ancestors leavings apart from those.
Sounds like a plan.
Did he just walk out? Sheeeesh... I'll get him on the way back He looks around his travelling companions and newish friends. Lets set out tomorrow then... or maybe the day after. Isn't there a local issue with worms or such we can hone our skills on first?
Its a bit of a mixed bag... it seems my ancestors owe me an inheritance - namely a famous sword and some sort of Fey jewellery. Unfortunately that inheritance is buried in a tomb that I'm willing to bet is trapped and likely crawling with undead... because that's just my luck, he finishes dryly. He groans. Where am I gonna find adventurers to help me?
Well I'll be damned... Old Uncle Thad has finally dropped off the perch. I thought the old bugger would never die. He scans the rest of the note then starts to swear sulphurously just barely under his breath.
S%~&... hope it doesn't have anything to do with last night. Raff holds his hand up.
Urrrgh.., he says again, sort of half heaving. I'm too hung over to argue. So be it.
Urrrrgh... dry toast... and hells, ya might as well fry up some eggs and bacon to go with that... and a beer
As sour as week old wine I see. You are definitely not a morning person Medraut... and just as bad for a hang over to boot. He groans. I think some toasted bread will suffice.
I probably should eat something... |