I'm going to bow out. Razul's just not clicking with me. Apologies.
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Razul nods. "The merchant seems sincerely enough. Let's see to this sword before we go farther."
"Indeed. This storytime of swords and caution will not avail us now. Let us go." Razul seems eager to put the discussion of swords and cultists behind him.
Razul seems suddenly cold. "Demon worshipers infiltrating the city? To what end? Why? And ... Deskari?" He seems to gain a faraway look to his features. "Not here. Not here." He mutters to himself.
Razul moves forward as well, his scimitar out and at the ready!
Razul draws his scimitar and moves to the door. Nodding at the tiefling, he opens the door.
Razul stirs from the back of the party. He looks somewhat lost and shakes his head slowly. "I feel... as if we are not alone."
Razul stops and looks around, suddenly seeing through the illusions. "They are not real. Cease your battle!"
Will Save
Razul stays silent, but keeps his scimitar at the ready.
Bring the wizard! Blood for the blood god!
Likewise, still here, but unconscious until healed.
Razul is stable at -10 HP!
He'll be dead in two rounds.
You know, serving demons in a hell on earth isn't the worst thing in the world, right?
Razul moves outside, drawing his sword as he goes. He attacks the mongrelman flanking with Red Stick! for damage!
Razul frowns and loosens his scimitar in its sheath.
Razul steps back and casts true strike.
Razul stands back, loading his sling and sending a bullet at the woman. for damage!
Razul allows the illusion of the mongrel-man to fade and stands back, letting the sneakier of the band take the lead.
Razul shakes his head at how vicious and bloodthirsty "good" people can be, and wonders if there is any difference between good and evil. He retrieves his scimitar and follows, bringing up the rear.
Razul stares impassively at the others. "Could we not wait until they responded before we killed them?"
In Common, Razul calls back, "I cannot speak your language. Can you understand this one?"
Razul-Mongrel tilts his head, then says in a low voice, "I shall yell very loudly. Probably help." He then nods and walks out toward the traitorous mongrel men. He makes no effort to conceal himself, but waits for them to notice him. When they do, he stops.
Razul touches the scale and lets its power flow through him, taking the form of a mongrelman he saw in the city. "Let us find out."
"I don't know. If strange men walked up to you bearing weapons, your response would be to assume they could be a threat, correct? I think coming as one of their own may give them time to show their true face."
Razul pauses. "Do we take the king's word that these are hostile, or must we give them the opportunity to parlay ourselves? What is to become of us if we assume evil where there is none? I have the scale; I can disguise myself as one of them and approach them. If there is evil, then they will attack and show themselves as such." Razul looks distinctly uncomfortable as he speaks of the assumption of evil.
I think you did identify them, but it's been a while. And we've slept since then. Razul is carrying the Scale of Disguise.
Razul sticks near Horgus and Red Stick. When Red Stick mentions disasters forging people anew, he nods slightly.
Level 2 blight druid achieved!
Razul simply nods and awaits the battle.
"Demons and death. A great demon attacked during a festival and we fell into the earth here. We have been trying to get home since."
Razul keeps watch over the mongrelmen, but doesn't introduce himself or speak further; he seems to have forgotten how to be social suddenly.
Razul tries to be of help, but finds his strength unequal to the task.
If yes,
Razul steps forwards, sees the boulder is too large for him alone and says in a low voice to the mongrelmen, "I need aid to move this. I have friends, many of them, who will come out now. Do not be alarmed. They will not harm you." Razul steps back and calls to the hidden party. "One of their number is trapped by a large stone. I will need aid to shift it."
"Mongrelmen." Razul murmurs in a low voice, "They are the remnants of some mage's work breeding different races. Not inherently good or ill, simply different. I will approach them alone; watch and aid if needs must." Razul sheaths his sword and leans on his club as a walking stick. He steps out into the clearing and calls out in Common. "Hail travelers! I mean you no harm. Do you require aid?"
"Who carries the scale that allows levitation?" Razul stares upward, watching the arrow's flight.
Razul snorts at the remains of the dead dwarf. "Truly this land is tainted. We must cleanse it." He stares for a moment into space, not seeing what is in front of him.
"What is wrong with this city?!?"
for damage! EDIT: for
Another strike! for damage!
Razul continues his assault on the dwarf! for damage!
Drawing his masterwork cold iron scimitar, Razul steps forward and slashes at the delusional dwarf! for damage!
Razul murmurs a few words and the world coalesces into clarity.
I posted yesterday.
Razu8l sends another bullet at the floating dwarf. for |