"I'll stay here and watch the young ones when you guys scouts the tower out."
Everyone has noticed that Turin and Katella have been very friendly since last night's party.
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"We've walked I reckon 15-16 miles."
To Syd and Bohdan: "Is he serious? He's a psycho... These bastards don't act like regular gobbos."
"You says there be folks in there, Jon? Well, just a few, what're they gonna do to us. There are what, twelve of us?"
Turin decides to remain silent about the fact that he single handedly killed the ant that attacked Katella. "Well, Cordoba, then we best be off." He leads you all down the other side of the dune. The detritus on this side has been sorted, a few dead goats and pigs remain. He cuts straight off into the desert, everyone assumes to the south east. "Due south east, dead reckoning. Next stop Katheer."
"Ahhhhh." He looks uncomfortable. "No I ain't Book's... ummm... no more. Turin be Cordoba's crew now."
"Book and the crew will pay for what they did to us." "Ummm. Mister Jon? I be... ummm... Book's crew. So... uuuh... you gonna whack me?"
"When I drawed that there map I reckoned on the side of pessimism, meaning we may not be so far north up that coast and be all the closer to Katheer. I figures that cutting straight south east by the stars we'll end up either in Katheer or downriver some. Book may do the same, though lookin' down at the tracks on that there beach it seems he may o' cut south first. Book knows this place a little. He got something hidden not too far from shore I once heard Mannick say." Turin picks his nose with his three fingered hand. "Suckin' seawater always gives me boogers." He paces around while you look at the map. "Hope there ain't no more bugs."
"Look at that out there Turin? you see that little dot away to the north, that there is Nerius, wave bye bye." "Aye, he'll finds a fishin' village afore long that way, but no real civilization for a good while. Ships be this way." He waves his hand south east. "Towards Katheer. And Book too. Tell ye the truth I'd rather not fall in with 'im again."
Eyes Cordoba's sword and dagger. "That's some fine steel you has, Cordoba. Can ole Turin haves them when ye dies?"
Turin dives under the mouth of the bottle as Cordoba pours it out, trying to consume as much as possible. He finally chokes and begins gasping just as he did when he first woke on the beach. Wine comes out his nose. "AAAAHH! That was Andoran cherry wine! Ye just poured a hundred gold pieces unto the sand!"
Overcharged with adrenaline, Turin swings savagely at the ant facing Katella and lops of its thorax. Attack, damage: 1d20+3=20, 1d6+1=3 The ant falls to the ground it's leg still moving as if it thinks it is standing. The thorax rolls toward Katella. Turin does a touchdown dance and screams in victory, "You... frickin'....bug!"
With the ant distracted by Katella, Turin is able to drive his rapier deep into the ant's thorax. Stinging viscous liquid sprays across his face. Attack, damage: (1d20 3=21, 1d6 1=3) Confirm, damage: (1d20 1=15, 1d6 1=7) The ant looks seriously wounded.
Everyone who's watching Turin marvels at his feat of agility as he flanks the ant that lifted Katella. Attack, Damage: (1d20 3=8, 1d6 1=6) But after his amazing dance around the ant his rapier whistles between the ants's legs.
Turin is delaying until after the ants move again.
Turin runs to P17 and hides. "By the gods I shoulda stayed on me pappy's fishin' boat."
Turin hears a noise and looks behind him. "What about them things?"
Turin still has the sword he hacked open the locker with. "Can I keeps this. Needs some sharpenin' now, it does," he frowns.
"I sees ye gots some paper and ink in that there trunk. I could makes ye a map. I can do some navigatin': ole' Turin's dead reckonin' be straight sweary, it is."
"What does that means? Yous gonna gives it over?" Licks his lips. "You gots any water?"
"I'll opens the trunk for ye, just gives me yer sword." He winks.
"Yev gots a sword to me throat, Cordoba. Can't a feller tells a little joke?"
"Thats all I has fellers. Don't leaves me out here without nothing to fends off the animals there. You wouldn't do that to a feller, would ye? I been straight with ye, I has. Yer all armed and I ain't a fool to be throwin' these at ye. I'll cooperates well, I will, I will."
"A Demon I swears it...." He looks straight into Ryor's eyes for a moment, but can barely contain his black toothed smile. "Hehe. It's full of weapons and armour he strips off the prisoners. Yer stuff be in there I reckons. Now and then the crew grabs a piece or two afore it goes in, but we all gots our own these days. Right amazed I be that it floated ashore here. That be Gozreh's curse on Book. Wicked hell. He took that box from the cabin of a Chelish merchant last fall. A beauty."
Ryor fires the question while dragging a body up the beach. Turin nods offshore. "This here be the Plimspan shoals, though maybe more to the south. The dunes roll out into the sea and lie below the surface - it ain't good sailin'. Book had a mind to run The Intractable aground but it dint work out so." He looks up at Pulisfer, digging with a plank and framed in the sunrise. "Inland that there is Qadiran sand." He rubs the stumps of two fingers on his right hand.
"Well, what does ole Turin know? Nothing about that, no." He seems nervous. It may be the sword at his throat.
"Well, just so. But I reckons Book's still kickin', too, and if I can finds them I can finds Book."
"I knows a couple of his stashes... also his Qadiran and Nexian contacts. I can find them, I can."
"Don't make any sudden moves." "Don't kills me, Cordoba. I knows stuff." |