"I think we found pig. Hold ground let pig come to us," Rotomo Cautions as he sets his spear against a charge and yells, "Arrrrrggg"
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Rotomom examines the ground trying to determine if he can fine a definitive sign that the boar is in its lair.
Rotomo once again casts his eyes down upon the forest floor hoping to find some trace of the game that had eluded his best efforts to track. After a few minutes he smiles widely and announces, ”Found sign here”
Rotomo wipes the gore off his spear as he waits for the craven nobleman's response about continuing the hunt.
All, I am going on a quick camping trip with the family and will be back Sunday evening.
With Pris free Rotomo takes his time and trusts his spear and the insatiable tick trying to skewer it.
Trying not to hit his diminutive companion Rotomo thrusts his spear at the feasting tick.
Rotomo is lost in looking at the forest floor for boar tracks when he should have been looking up. He stands frozen in place as the tic descends and attacks.
Rotomo wanders around the unfamiliar landscape unable to find any sign of boar. At Aviel’s offer of help he responds with a grin, ”Unless you have a pig in your pack I no need help.”
Rotomo intensely gazes into the mist shrouded woods as if trying to learn its secrets. After a few moments his gaze lowers to the forest floor looking for a game trail, "Hunt boar easy. Get boar to run at you and stab with spear."
Rotomo bids farewell to the eager nobleman, "Sleep well, tomorrow we hunt." He retires to his room for the night.
Rotomo smiles at Aviel's suggestion, "Yes, I track and hunt boar. We will have much meat." His smile widens, "Then we hunt goblins."
Rotomo looks at the halfling, "We keep potions."
" I am Rotomo true man of the Shriikirri-Quah," he folds his arms not willing to share more with the inquisitive noble.
"I go with," Rotomo insists as he remembers the incident at the front gates a few short days ago. The big man gets up and accompanies the Halfling.
The druid shrugs, "You come eat. Be fine."
"Yes woman talk much," Rotomo agrees with Claudia. "Easier to change course of river then to get woman stop talk."
Rotomo answers with a grim smile, "Close, to honor my Quah and Ancestors." He pauses and looks puzzled as he considers their next move. His brow furrows as he asserts, "Find and kill many goblins."
"Not know what infantry is or other things you talk about," the Shoanti states matter of factly. He takes a large gulp of the mead and continues, "But you warrior you can help kill many goblins. I like you come."
Rotomo nods to the sheriff as he gathers up the gear, "We sell or keep." After arriving at the inn and meeting Aviel, "Drink first then talk," the Shoanti insists. After his drink arrives he is ready to converse, "Yes tell."
Rotomo looks askance at the goblin equipment, "No want."
"Done with talk," Rotomo shakes his head.
I will be on the road for traveling over the next 24 hours please bot me as necessary.
Rotomo crosses his arms as he impassively watches the goblins fight. "I no think we get anymore good knowledge from goblins," the barbarian advises.
Rotomo holds up a chunk of food dangling it before the goblin a he asked, "Where does goblin tribe live and who is chief of tribe?" He throws the food to the goblin upon his answering.
The large Druid continues to listen in silence as Claudia is able to manipulate the goblin into talking. Although he believes the goblin will resort back to its tantrum throwing any second.
Rotomo's stomach rumbles as Claudia returns with the food. He continues to silently watch the exchange.
Rotomo stands near Claudia as she questions the goblins ready to step in if the goblins prove uncooperative.
"Only place we find answers is from goblins," the Shoanti says as he crossed his massive arms.
"Dark Magic?" Rotomo asked in a shaky voice.
”What did they tear off. What are they trying to conceal ,” the large Druid wondered aloud as he looked at the robe. He looked to the townsfolk and asked, ”Does the robe look familiar?”
"Tracks outside say person that did this had help from goblins," Rotomo pointed out with as shrug of his muscular shoulders. "Find goblins we find out why they disturbed the eternal sleep of the dead father." .
Rotomo rubs some dirt into his wound as he said a quick prayer and his wound closes before his eyes. With his club held high the druid moves toward the sarcophagi to examine them.
Rotomo swings his club in a powerful over hand strike at the skeleton's head.
Expecting goblins Rotomo is confused as he swings his club at the unfamiliar creatures attacking the sheriff.
Content to let the Sheriff lead Rotomo followed with his club drawn.
The druid listened to the sheriffs explanation and thought, Did they root out all the Demon worshipers? Rotomo bent down and examined the grounds surrounding the crypt. With the expertise of a man who has spent a lifetime hunting and tracking across the Stoval Plains he interprets the puzzle written on the soft earth, "Looks like six goblins and something bigger, about man sized, climbed the wall in the back and went to the tomb."
Intrigued Rotomo asked, "How was this man killed?"
I pm'd my vote to the Doctor. Good luck!
Outlanders, Rotomo thought ruefully as he listened to the blacksmiths foul language and shook his hand firmly. Thank the ancestor I have little use for items made of metal.
Rotomo nodded his agreement and followed the sheriff. At Cyrdak's remarks Rotomo's face begins to turn red while his hand rested on his club, "I suggest you refrain from mocking Mistress Ameiko."
Not used to sleeping in a bed Rotomo woke up feeling sore. He stretched and rubbed his back as he thought, I think I'll be sleeping on the floor from here on out. He preformed his morning ablutions and meditated before heading down to the delicious smelling breakfast.
I don’t have anyone specific in mind.
Knowing it is bad luck to refuse to share the fire of a person whose life you have saved Rotomo answered, "You honor us with your offer. We will be there."
"I am not a hero Mistress Kaijitsu. On the Storval plains to see the right and not do it is cowardice," Rotomo replied. "Nevertheless thank you for your generosity, the gift is much appreciated."
The druid pointed a meaty thumb at his own chest,"Rotomo, Shoanti, of the Shriikirri-Quah," as he quickly turned and strode toward the fallen dog to see if he could lend aid.
Rotomo takes three deep breaths and lets out a loud cry and slaps Claudia on her back, "Aarrgh! Well done woman." Just as quickly he composes himself and his normal stony visage returned. He stoicly turned to his companions with a sneer, "Let us check on this noble." The towering druid limped over to the noble and knelt down checking on the man's dog as he asked, "You still live?"
Holding is side, to staunch the flow of blood, Rotomo pursued and dropped his club as he raised his other hand pointing at the fleeing dog. The forces of nature answer his call and a small storm burst pursues the hound.
Storm Burst (Sp): As a standard action, you can create a storm burst targeting any foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack. The storm burst deals 1d6 points of nonlethal damage + 1 point for every two cleric levels you possess. In addition, the target is buffeted by winds and rain, causing it to take a –2 penalty on attack rolls for 1 round. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.
The Shoanti aggressively stepped toward the mounted goblin, using his forward momentum he swung his club in a mighty overhand blow.
Rotomo lumbers towards the commando and his rat like hound.
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