Sorry to hear GM Cat. Condolences :(
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I agree completely with Tribim, I'll be here when and if you are ready Great Cat, you take care of family for now and don't worry about us. Seconded, the Ronso will happily stand by! Take care of yours, take your time.
Same. We don't want to rush you or add stress. Take care of things as you need to. Hoping for improvement in her health.
Stay safe GMCat! That sounds pretty serious, we can wait. We'll be here when things settle down.
Don't sweat it. I hope it gets better!
Hmm, Vinexa must just need to tell Vigny something embarrassing that Ronsos wouldn't know!
Once they were on the trail again Vinexa kept shifting towards Vigny seemingly as if iron drawn to a magnet. A strange expression crossed her face each time realized where she was and Vinexa put some space between herself and the others until it happened again in a cycle as they headed towards the cave.
Did anyone with a better sense motive check on Megus as she gave her story?
Tarka bellows out another laugh. Ha! Very well. Should we come back and check on you before returning to Sandpoint? Afterward? Otherwise, let's be off!
Tarka winces as he hear's Tribim's sideways remarks and becomes self-conscious for the group's stay extending much longer. He plods further into the room with heavy footsteps, moving to the side of the fire and leaning on the hearth. He has to duck his head several times to avoid the horn catching on ceiling beams. Hmm, Southwest and West might indicate a broader area that they came from. Or maybe it is both of the ships! I wonder if the two chests were originally treasure from those ships. They might just be trying to reclaim what is theirs. He looks around the group to see who else is getting antsy. Either way, that marsh cave sounds like it's in the same direction as the missing ship could be! We could kill two moogles with one stone that way! Tarka belly-laughs at his own joke. He struggles to cut it short so he can continue. Well, Ms. Megus, you've been very helpful and hospital, but I believe we have enough to go on now. Any chance you want to accompany us to increase personal safety in larger groupings? The ronso heads over by the door, joining Tribim.
Tarka scratches the back of his head as he tries to summon more questions. Um... did you happen to notice where they were stalking from, or perhaps to?
Tarka probably does not fit in whatever typical humanoid bed he has bee given. It fits the top half of his body and his legs rest on the floor over the lower edge of the bed. He sleepily trudges toward the fireplace to join the others, waiting for answers to the questions asked so far.
Oh! Thank you! How many beds? Head to toe? He looks at Tribim when he says the last part. He turns to stomp through the door and make himself at home. We have so much to speak of in the morning!
When the witch emerges, Tarka squints and focuses on her to get a better look. Hmm, no warts! And her nose isn't crooked like the witches in stories. She does live in a swamp alone though, so the stories are not all myth!. Yeah, and if it's too late, maybe we all rest and talk in the morning? He trails off with an expectant look to see how she feels about their meeting.
Tarka frowns, one eyebrow cocked in a confused expression. He bellows back at the shack. Eh? No. We are not skeletons, we are much more than bones. You've been having undead trouble lately? Maybe come out and tell us about it! Like she says, maybe they are the same ones we are tracking!
Tarka scratches at the base of his horn sub-consciously, before bellowing out further musings on the situation. We need only know if her intentions involve Sandpoint. If she only wishes to make a game of chess out in the swamp with undead pieces, so be it. It might even be fun to watch! One can never assume it's so innocent though when it comes to necromancy.
Okay, but if we lose even one ear on this extra journey, it come out of your cut of pay! the ronso bellows as he wades through the water.
As they go along he starts to focus on the path beneath his feet. Odd. No living thing has taken this path for at least... six months now.
3 to 1 is putting it strongly. Tarka would go along if he were entirely outvoted (I wasn't expecting this).
Tarka inches in Sona's direction and sidles up next to her, hoping others will be swayed. Perhaps the Sheriff has some information on this cave?
Tarka looks wary that others want to go on. But we have lots of ears already! Oh, well okay. I guess we could peek at the cave, but the sheriff surely will want to hear of our success soon! Also, when we've followed the footprints to their source we have to be sure to not die! What a waste that would be!
Tarka frowns at the remaining dead bodies they find, but he takes their ears anyway. Something surely happened here before we arrived! Let's just go claim our reward from all of this before we find more trouble.
Huzzah! the ronso bellows as he wipes off his horn. How many pairs of ears does that make? The sheriff will be happy with our results!
Tarka's eyes widen as one of the foolish goblins tries to fly by the party. He lowers his ronso horn, seeing if the silly creature will impale itself.
Hah! The chief is not looking so good! Careful with the head. Tarka bellows as he sets his feet and makes the cactuar stance.
Tarka jogs towards the hut and rounds the corner to behold Chief Gutward. That's the head we need!
Rest up and feel better Sona!
We took many ears already. Why stop now? Aren't all these the same that terrorize Sandpoint town? They look vulnerable now, but won't they just go back to causing problems? He takes the cactuar stance and sends a barrage of needles at the nearest goblin.
Tarka smiles his tusky grin and whispers to his companions. Finally we come to the most important pair of ears! Should we charge in now or see how far these licktoads get?
oof, I know that feeling. No worries!
Tarka reachs out and touches the encrusted spear momentarily.
Hey! The Ronso shouts as the small cat man shoots between his legs. It quickly shifts to intrigue when he holds up the potion. Ooh! Good cat's eyes. I'm sure we can figure it out, between Sona, Vinexa, and I! Let's see...
One of them ran to the South! I think they will still be hiding out in this village! Let's collect the ears, but if we go snooping around the village some may have fled into buildings we search. He sets to collecting ears like so much work chopping down trees or cleaning dishes. When the party is ready, he would peek into the nearest hut
Oh great! They think they will burn down their village with us in the huts. Let's show them... Tarka strides out of the hut and onto the ground in front of the goblin gang, firing more needles at the nearest one.
The ronso growls at a volume that echoes throughout the room. You will pay for that little goblin! He steps back out of its reach and unleashes another volley of needles.
Tarka has the view directly orthonal to Sona's out of the door. He spies the Northern-most goblin in the same cluster, and fires another ten-needles at it.
He stays put on the inside by the door, recognizing that they can only come in one-at-a-time.
Ah, it sounds like you've put out the call for a party, little cat-man! Tarka bellows. He backs away from the front door and watches it carefully.
Southwest! Thank you! He turns to Tribim and nods. Get those ears!
Tarka starts to frown and grumble a bit at the direction of the goblin's ramblings. But where? Where did they go to that we can find them? He turns to Tribim and whispers, in common, Soon, small cat-man, soon...
Tarka's expression quickly turns to confused and bewildered, which deepens as the goblin continues speaking.
Steal the words?! Out of heads?! Slow down little goblin. You still haven't told us where they went and came back from. Could Scribbleface speak in your mind, and hear your thoughts? Is that what you mean? If so, that is scary indeed!
Goblin: Hey, hey! We didn't bring the skeletons to begin with and we're not bringing them now. But... tell us what Gutwad did. What did he cause and where did he go? And... are there other goblins left alive here?
Tarka stomps into the building after Tribim and Sona. Oh hey! I know that language. I took it for all four years at the Blue Mage college! Goblin: Come out! Don't be scared! It looks like skeletons were here. We are not skeletons. Come tell us about it!
Okay, the full details... Level 2 Blue Mage (2)
Class Features
Spells Poison Needles Skills Acrobatics, Intimidate, Knowledge (arcana), Knowledge (dungeoneering), Knowledge (local), Knowledge (nature), Knowledge (planes), Knowledge (religion), Spellcraft, Survival Background Skills Knowledge (engineering), Knowledge (geography)
Yes, very well. No burning. But we should proceed very carefully. There must be something around here. He continues to scan the scene, expect something to pop out from a hiding spot at any moment.
I'll be able to finish my level-up tonight. The highlights are: new spell: poison needles and I need to still pick an azure talent.
So we finally arrive! Look at this shoddy place. Perhaps we just start burning it down now!
Looking about the ground he starts to notice something. Wait wait. Some of these tracks are human sized, but they are clearly skeleton feet... something has happened here.
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