Ok, let's put a bunch of branches around the corpses and light them up.
Raivin starts laying branches on and around the corpse in a vaguely-coffin-like shape.
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Can't we just build the pyre around the horse and the man? Why move the bodies in that case?
Raivin sets to lopping off branches with his ax. Might want to burn those boots too. You have a spare?
Raivin nods and heads into the trees, ax at the ready. He's not gonna be useful as a medic anyhow, and he's not getting anywhere near a sick child. That was suicide back home and old habits die hard.
Raivin has no experience with either children or medicine. Sarissa! Get over here!
Seeing Fenlin reach into the wagon, Raivin hustles over. Seeing that it's a child, he retreats backward slightly so he can't be seen through the wagon. Something's clearly wrong here.
Raivin watches Sarissa go, ready to sprint down anything that appears to threaten her.
Raivin stays nearer the wagon. He's not a sneaky one and doesn't want to risk alerting the possible ambushers.
Raivin rubs the goose egg coming out of his temple and wanders over silently, ax drawn.
Raivin rolls over, heads to the river to bathe after checking to make sure everything is safe. After that he breaks his camp gear and gets ready to go.
Raivin lays down and rests until his shift arrives. His head is killing him and he never bathes at night anyway.
Agreed. We're gonna sleep under that rock. Cover from both ways.
Well that bites. We were already basically all martial anyway, right? Let's try for a while, and just see if we can just kick ass as we go. We can always try and recruit someone else later if we get swamped and barely scratch it out alive.
Raivin could not be less interested in theology. He has more to say about the Archmage though. What do we do with that intel? If'n we don't know how his conversation relates to his missing son, I don't see how it's any more important than knowing what his favorite color is. He's a rich man. Rich men have meetings. Archmages prolly have meetings too.
Raivin says nothing, takes all the crumpets he can get his oversized hands on, and leaves.
Ravin waves it off. Long as they wake someone else up with a board to the head.
Amateurs. Raivin is yet unconvinced. Wait wait wait. You jus' said you couldn't run cuzza' the tattoo. Now we're to buy you's changed your ways cuz this one talked to ya nicely? You're either lyin' or your stupid enough to be a threat anyway.
If that's true, I got a couple of ideas.
Raivin wanders over to the severed arm he removed from its owner previously. He picks it up and gestures with it as he threatens the former attacker. He rubs his temple with his other hand. I got a headache from this one hittin' me with a stick as I slept. He died quickly. You won't.
There's a grappling hook on the window in the hall. Looks like that's how they got in.
Raivin sits down, nursing his bumped head, saying nothing.
Raivin wanders back into the room. If they brought a wizard he's long gone.
Raivin checks the window, prepared to drop in case of fireballs or arrows.
Bleeding. It's a risk... eh they could shoot fire through the door anyway. May as well not be taken by surprise. Raivin moves north to the door, then throws it open, brandishing his ax ready to strike any hidden spellcasters.
Raivin lashes out with his ax.
Raivin rolls over and roars in pain and anger. GUUUUUAGH! He then rolls away and grabs his ax and stands up.
Raivin doesn't have a favorite color, he'll say black just to get rid of you.
Raivin plops down onto a seat, probably straining its structural strength to the limit as he does. You have fun. I'mma stay here. Lemme know if'n you need someone hit.
So one of you's goin' down the outside and followin' him then?
Said 'usually' di'n't I? Sometimes I yell at them. What's this one's deal? She's prying.
Why'd a missing persons case justify a spy anyway? Unless there's somethin else goin' on. Sounds like we've been duped. So we gonna go out an' hit 'im? That's what I usually do to folk who stare at me.
O' course he starts groveling once he knows we got a friend above him. Such a dog. Wine helps wi' that.
Raivin keeps to himself as the performance goes on, trying not to interfere in their making of money. Never knew you could make money doing that sort of thing without doing some favors afterwards.
Thanks. Raivin lumbers in as he usually does and sits down quietly, as if he were trying to shrink his large frame into as small and unobtrusive as possible.
As Titania is speaking to Raivin he looks confused at her, then shrugs slightly. and what am I to do exactly? If I can't talk about it then I probably can't kill it either.
Ah that's awesome.
I just trust the local feudal lord to be selling extracting rights to his stream.
Let's add a couple barrels of water, too. That's 4 gold, plus water.
Raivin shrugs. Plus food for 'em. 'Ent like we're going to the other side o' the country, why not walk? Get a horse if'n we need it?
The large man nods, seemingly surprised at the courtesy. Name's Raivin. Same to, uh, same to you I guess. Ain't like I can heal, though I don't got much gold to spare. If'n you want to use the 300 we's getting, I got no argument.
Raivin signs his name and looks over at Fenlin and Aran. How long will you need tomorrow? Should probably get moving as quickly as we can.
Raivin lumbers in, late as usual given his slow, lurching gait on slightly crooked legs and simply nods in agreement. Mithril is a worthy investment. Even I can't break mithril. Never seen a woman tall as me. Never heard an accent like that either. Kivud's Pass, don't know it. Mountains mean little people. Can slip off in the night.
So, wait, we have TWO people scraping the underside of Large creature size in this group? Hope we never have to go anywhere incognito.
Raivin is massive. 7 feet tall, 290-300 pounds of pure beefy mass, with long, greasy white hair and olive skin. His face is heavily scarred and disfigured (notably his eyes are slightly different shapes since a broken eye socket healed crooked), having been kicked and clubbed repeatedly over the course of his life with only natural healing to try and put his bones back where they were.
Hope this game gets off the ground. Finished an alias here. |