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Silas peers around at this situation. And takes a big step back, looking for any way to vanish from the fight. Shadows, a big rock, hiding behind his fellow adventurers. Doesn't matter! Just as long as he was forgotten ignored and hopefully forgotten about before he takes his first shot. for stealth
Silas looked around at the group in panic, then drew back the string on his crossbow. The goblin lady was pointing somewhere. That was close enough for him. He took a deep breath, stared for a brief moment for any sign of movement, and then fired at where Geedra was gesturing. Perception Crossbow+2 Bolt damage
Silas suddenly comes wandering over from his... bathroom break? Whatever he was up to. He fixes himself and siddles into the room. "Sorry 'bout that. What'd I miss? Is the hole haunted?"
Silas slipped a bolt from a bag on his belt and spun it around in his fingers. "Who is this 'Warden' exactly?"
Silas got to his feet and brushed himself off. "Good Gods. Least she gave up the act quick. Call me Silas." He said, finally introducing himself. He picked up his trusty crossbow and gave it a quick once over for any damage. "Any of you mind if I shoot this guy?" He gestured the crossbow at Ungrist.
Silas looked at Geedra and then the group. Slowly he got to this feet. "Gnome was being saved for a snack." He snorted. "Frost giants, ya'know? Then some guy with quills took me for... who knows what. They were all grouped together or something. They had another friend, too. Who said something about uninvited guests before shifting her form into..." his eyes landed on the woman trying to hide in the back.
The disheveled gnome looked at the group around him. They haven't tried to murder him yet, which was probably a good sign. Though... he stared at the brown haired woman. He did not draw his weapon. "Who are you people?" he finally asked. His eyes darted from one person to the next, landing back on the woman hiding in the back between every new person.
Silas looked around, not that he was awake, and took stock of his situation. A walking taxidermy shop, a goblin, and the ugliest pincushion he had ever seen, and then the half less was less of a concern compared to the glowing tiger. This was not the worst place he had woken up in but, he would not call it his favorite. He looked at the big guy when he was addressed. "I um... was out for a walk and ran into some trouble. Some giant thought I'd be a good snack and--" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on woman cowering behind the half elf. "Well, you look familiar." the gnome said as he reached for a dagger.
Inside the bag was a gnome! His blue hair and beard were unkempt, his armor was well worn, his cloak a patchwork mess, and he smelled like an ogre. Dangling from a strap on his shoulder was a crossbow, old looking, and with notches craved roughly into the side. Unfortunately the gnome seemed to be unconscious. He lay there now before the party.
Hello, everyone! I look forward to not knowing what I am doing! |
