Thrynn was discouraged from learning the woodsy skills as a boy and is not skilled at tracking. He tries anyway.
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Distraction and hunting. Good plan.
"How long until we leave? If its more than a few days then I say we go out after them. Hunting wild elves in a jungle might be crazy, but staying here waiting to die is just stupid."
"They own the jungle. They know it. We know it. Damned long-ears. Going into the jungle after them is a very dangerous proposition, but just sitting here behind these walls will surely prove our end. We have to figure out a way to make our defense an offense before they get tired of waiting and overwhelm us."
"No. I'm wondering if they are setting a trap for us. If we do that each time, they could catch us out in the open with a superior force that we didn't know was there until too late."
Thrynn asks one of the guards, "How often do they attack like that, and how often do we run out at them?"
Terrain: I can not in good conscience put in writing the line of words that come from Thrynn's lips.
Thrynn casts Shield of Faith. "Die you arrogant, long eared, black eyed slug worms!" He charges forth to kill some elves.
Thrynn returns fire with his sling. Sling: bless, range penalty -4
"Blood and thunder!" Thrynn casts Bless to help his allies in this battle.
"In any case, at least we know that there is some friction among the inhabitants here."
Thurman casts Detect Magic to determine what school of magic is used on the severed heads. "Probably just a minor illusion.
My new companions seem to have some metal "Now that we've some food in us, I believe our accommodations would be the next order of business. Where will we be sleeping and when is the next attack expected?"
Thrynn looks on to see how his new Mwangi companion deals with the station master's bigotry.
Hellooooooooo!
"Well I have done some mercenary and guard work. Perhaps your lady would hire me on as well."
"We only arrived this morning. Only had enough time to rest some really." Thrynn takes a better look at the crew, "You are an eclectic group. Tell us your tale."
"I think you just became the cook." Thrynn says to Jon.
Thrynn looks down at Belsiard in confusion as his mind sorts through the questions. "Yes. I am devoted to and blessed by Our Lord in Iron. I travelling the world seeking to test my metal. I am from the east. No." He pauses a moment trying to respond to Belsiard's last question with the same sort of gravity with which it was asked. "I fear that I have no talent for the culinary arts. I hope that you will not hold that against me."
The war-priest chuckles at Belsiard's antics. "You may call me Thrynn. he responds.
"Pots over this way." Thrynn walks toward the eating area. "I would gladly give my aid if it would mean we could leave sooner. And if my aid would go towards battle, that's more the better." Gorum's holy symbol is prominently displayed on his chest piece as well as on a pendant around his neck
Thrynn walks up to the 'sailors' as they disembark and asks, "What is the name of your vessel and who is her Captain? My companion and I seek transport to Eleder"
Hero lab is working again and Thrynn, after some small modifications, is ready to rumble. Hero lab has really spoiled me.
Thrynn also reporting. @Spinnaker Jon: I play Bryson Deepwinter in your Savage Tide game.
Thrynn is a tall, solidly built, sour faced man with hard, steel gray eyes. He tries to hide his partly elven ancestry, usually under a hood or helmet. To those few who know Thrynn's history, it is easy to see that he was touched by Gorum. His mother died giving birth to him during a battle. Thrynn's early days were difficult. His mother died giving birth to him during a battle. It was said that he was born with a taste for blood. As a half-human in elven lands, he was tolerated at best. He had to struggle for everything he had. Then, when it was discovered that he had been blessed by the wrong god, he was ostracized. A young Thrynn gathered what little he had and left to make his way in the world.
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