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Ouroboros: The big Lizardfolk seems mostly unconcerned with the Tieflings spurt of violence. Taking the time to chew and swallow his latest mouthful before giving Ouroboros a curious look.
Red dances come at strange times yes friend Ouroboros? Tis a good thing to have the anger I think. Fights better with it wrapped tight around your heart. He gives a nonchalant shrug. Maybe not a good idea on chair though. Speak when you catch up? He turns back to his meal.
Gerome and Ouroboros: A big shape elbows his way out of the crowd, carrying two plates piled high with meat and bread with freakish dexterity before plonking himself unceremoniously (and very much uninvitedly) at the table with Gerome and Ouroboros. He shoves the bigger plate in the Tieflings direction, making a vague motion that might mean to help oneself or contain imminent warning of catastrophic bowel failure. Either way there is no talking. The big Lizardfolk is far too invested in his own meal for that waste of time.
BZZT: HAH! The Grey One doesn't remember? Not surprised. City booze is weak. Helen? The Herdsmaster? She brews our mad-juice. Far better. We mix with all the weak stuff.
He helps himself to another lump of cannibalism. Your snake-friend? He danced the bees. A great tradition yes. We had no bees - so you! Little Grey One? You had the most wonderful idea! Spoke to the Golden One. She made the Bees. Fantastic Bees. Rich and huge and golden. She even knew about the honey! Such a good party already. Then your snake-friend? He spoke of the Red Dance. How he knew of it I do not know. Perhaps the Golden One told him? And you had such things to say about Burner. That he was threat. Followed you. We had no way to know if true. He leans in close for a conspiratorial wink. But the Dances? They always know. Your claims were true! And now his strength is ours. Yours too! A rich bounty indeed!
BZZT: The big outrider is part of the crowd around the fire - he turns and spots the deep gnome. Despite the clear signs of a hangover and the fresh heavy bandaging across his shoulder a massive grin spreads across his face.
HA! Friend BZZT! COME! COME! Join us! Where is the snake boy? His cut awaits! He moves out of the circle of his folk - giving a brief glimpse of what they were gathered around... The big lizard BZZT had been worried about before is in the process of being thoroughly spit-roasted. Quite dead and very cooked. The crowd is taking turns to carve off bits of his flesh, eating them with relish. HAH! Never before have I seen a dance of the bees like his! Must thank you as well little grey one! Such a good idea! Your new golden friend has gratitude! Much gratitude!
OF YOU SOARING ONE!!?! AFTER I FINALLY CATCH YOU!?!! GOOD JOKE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! The lizard and Strix lie down for a few seconds more, then Sparkfinder releases her arm and stands up, ruefully rubbing the shoulder he landed on. Ahhhhhahhhh... silly Swifty ran off...better go find. Save drink yes? He strides off after his beast.
The big lizardfolk has evidently been drinking, BZZT can smell it on his scales. Still he pilots his mount with utter ease, clearing the golden pile with feet left to spare and barely disturbing the sandy floor as he crashes back down before running over to the deep gnome. AH!! LITTLE GREY ONE!! COME!! PARTY!! WHERE’S OTHERS? NEVERMIND!! DRINK!! DRINK!!! BE MERRY!! He spins, catching the attention of an adult Strix woman spiralling her way through the air. SASH!!! SASH!!! WE GO 20 THIS TIME!! BE READY!!!
Wheeling his mount around he charges back to the leaping point, urging his raptor into a massive soaring jump that brings him within reaching distance of the Strix. And reach he does, bracing himself against the saddle to gain a little more height before managing to grab onto an offered arm. Leaving his now unmanned raptor to land and begin running in tight circles around the structure.
The fanged grin never leaving his face the leader of the Outriders nonetheless speaks clearly. If with chopped sentences at a thoroughly hectic pace. HO! New bossguards? Heard Bess call, Boss already top? Good. Time short. Saw it, miles back behind, coming fast. Stormfront. Half hour, maybe less. Get everything secured and moving. Let Boss know. Soon. We be fine on ground, ride the elements. Everything else? Tie it down. Tell boss lightning was purple, he know what to do. Having made his quickfire report he just as swiftly turns his mount and darts off to join his tribe, wooping in exultation as he leads them off once again. If the Diplotitanicus are at all bothered by the tiny running predators amongst their feet they give no sign of it. |
