Rhodes moves to N9 with his light crossbow out. He looks at Smitty's weapon, then his own and gulps loudly.
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Rhodes bumbles along, trying to get a look at the immovable rod before they run across these odd creatures.
Rhodes shakes his head to remove his sudden stupor, then glances around, "Who first?"
Rhodes moves to g9 and takes defense action.
Rhodes probably bungles in first or second, depending on who is confident enough to enter magical darkness.
Rhodes walks ahead, an idiot's confidence in his strides. He strains his eyes in the dimlight, though.
"Jeez, do I gotta do everything?" Rhodes blunders forward, misplaced confidence on his face and in his strut.
"I hope it can't charm me." Rhodes moves to F5 and fights defensively, in case the ooze comes charging into the area next round. And he draws his rapier as he goes, though he looks at Trina with some concern at his choice.
"I'd peel her birch," Rhodes says, then scratches his head wondering why he said that outloud.
"Destruction is a problem? Er, yeah... you know that's really... um, yeah... I hate destruction!" Rhodes says, not sure why he really cares what this dryad thinks.
Rhodes pinches himself, hoping that will help focus his mind. He's always had trouble with peer pressure.
Rhodes staggers at the attack of the dryad, his clothes now streaked with chlorophyll. "Damn it! Do you know how hard these stains are to get out? Look at this? Huh!? What're you going to do about this?" Rhodes swats at the flanked dryad with his rapier.
Rhodes then weaves his way toward G-9.
Once there, he brushes bits of brush and leaves from his vest. "Somebody kick Jerry!"
"What was that, Lion? Your reception is a little fuzzy." *puts on sunglasses*
"Trina is literally writhing in her skin at these puns!"
Tumble to G6
Rhodes moves to area H-8 on the map, drawing his sword as he goes and attempting to gain some cover from the Blighted Birch B****es.
Rhodes mumbles to himself, "I kind of wonder if I've not already slept here once." He keeps his eyes down, not looking at anyone in particular.
"I always preferred my naps after hitting the Devil's Hole hard..." Rhodes jokes, still trying to understand what the heck everyone is talking about.
Stables: "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." Rhodes makes with the Diplomacy to try and calm him down, "There, that's good... be good. Yeah, just like that. Still..."
stables: Rhodes tries to intercept, moving in front of the door if he can with a "Bad Constable! Sit! Stay!"
Stable: "Huh. It's over my head. I hate prisons. Never been in one, for long anyway."
Rhodes follows as well.
"What was it you were just saying about the constable? We're looking for him, actually. Something happen to him?" Rhodes says to Nathan.
"Sylvia, don't try to find out." Rhodes says, "We've had kind of a rough go in the woods as it is. Worm things and some kind of dodecahedronapus-thing... I forget what they called it... any way, we got attacked on the way here and made it through alright, thankfully. We're just hoping to find the Constable. You seem like you're a might bit upset about the woods too, what can you tell us about what's been going on around here?" Rhodes makes with the Diplomacy.
Rhodes tries not to let his eye twitch at Jeremiah saying anything like that to Trina.
"Clearly it is some kind of purple octopotamus." Rhodes says, clearly not in the know.
Potential Critical confirmation roll:
Rhodes grimaces at the sight of the worm burrowing into Jerry, glad it is no longer doing whatever it was doing to him. He steps to O-26, using the brush to conceal his movement in hopes the tentacled beast comes close enough to attack with his rapier. plus any modifiers from cover/concealment if any. Readied action attack roll (in case it moves in):
Rhodes moves to area P-27, drawing his rapier as he goes. When he gets there he fights defensively as a standard action.
Rhodes glances to Trina, "A cousin of yours?"
"He was a bird the whole time?" Rhodes slaps his head, obviously not listening.
"You shouldn't blow up little girls," Rhodes mumbles to himself, busy with watching the stairs and looking around the upstairs landing.
Rhodes accompanies Sylvia, feeling that if there is something wrong, it's best that she's not alone. "Whaddya make of her?" Rhodes whistles, surprised at the girls appearance. "The habit-wearers down at the orphanage would have a fit if they saw this."
Rhodes follows Sylvia and Caladrel inside, taking a quick inventory of the situation. He pulls out a handkerchief and covers his mouth.
"I've seen dumps with more life than this place," Rhodes jokes, "Are you sure anyone is here?" Perception:
Rhodes continues to stuff his face with pastries, "Well, they've got to know the area better than we." He doesn't seem too terribly interested in riding, "I hope your current horses are nicer than the pair I won off of you, Wallingham. Just wish I hadn't lost them in the next card game to that large fellow with the rosey nose."
"Now I know for a fact we're from different provinces," Rhodes aims for a breakfast pastry instead.
"Kip? What?" He looks at Jeremiah puzzled, "We must be from different provinces."
Rhodes rubs sleep-sand from his eyes, "What was in that tea? I swear I passed out during our talk."
Rhodes sits on the other side of the room from Trina.
Rhodes sniffs, "That must be the way to the kitchen, so that must be the dinning hall... nope. Where the heck is this this place?" He rubs his mouth, leaving a streak of blue sweat down his face from the chalk still on his hand.
Rhodes tries not to look at Trina, "I thought you were undead. Huh. I'd have lost that bet."
"Come on, lets go find the dinning room," Rhodes motions for Sylvia to follow him. He leaves the pool cue against a wall, letting it roll a bit and leave a long blue scuff line of chalk along the otherwise pristine wall of the room. "Whoops."
"Dinner?" Rhodes muses. "You don't have any anti-toxin, do you? Wait, you wouldn't sell me poison, would you?"
"I wonder what's for dinner. I hope it isn't poisoned, like that soup at the Lurched Loach Inn." Rhodes says, still leaning on his pool cue.
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