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Torsten replies defensively, "What difference would you expect to see Ivo? Scruffy folk, maybe carrying weapons, maybe lazing around - is this bandit or lumberjack? We must have words to know." He pauses. "Also, this is an idea it might have been good to know earlier."
Torsten cups his hands to his mouth and calls out "Halloo the camp!"
Huh, Abadar's man is not without care for the wild. This is good, thinks Torsten. "I would come back here once we know what Jhod's village can tell us of this caravan, maybe, or maybe they will tell us more of bad hunters with much size. For now let us see this beast free of a foolish trap." He prepares to back Garet up if necessary.
"They dig a pit and leave it? That is no good hunter. Any beast might fall in." Offended, Torsten strides over to see into the pit. (unable to actually fail that knowledge check) "Hah, I know this name, thylacine, that is it. Like a dog but not. Nastier than dogs, most things are. Do not let it bite you." He kneels to check the ground. "Ah Strauch where are your keen senses now? Still, the earth tells me some."
"Wolves run faster than gnomes I hear - but with a moment magic can change that! All to the better if wolves get too close, eh?" After studying his spellbook Torsten casts a spell on Ivo.
"Just not so much hams and ribs, animals who eat animals most times are full of worms and such," Torsten warns Ivo. He drops to a crouch by the fallen boar and makes a careful cut to check the truth of his own words.
Torsten waits for the right moment to conjure and throw a spear at the boar...
...but any such moment passes without being seen and the gathered energies dissipate unused. Torsten stamps the ground with his new staff in frustration.
"The beast here wakes" announces Torsten. He follows that up with a spell to sharpen his wits, which feel slow at the moment.
"Then is it to this village?" Torsten asks. He's spoken little in the past few days, caught in a long slump. "Stag Lord and his bandits need no more caravans, or so I think."
I'm back, if you'll have me. I was absent from all three of the games I'm in (one of which restarted and went back on hiatus while I recovered), not just this one.
Unless something really unexpected comes up Torsten will be the magister.
Ivo, the last time you needed to make bullets & powder I allocated 100 gp. See the loot list. I'm betting you haven't finished that yet. If you have then feel free to add costs to that list, I'm not going to try to veto a 22 gp spend. & yes, someone else seems like a good idea if we might be down to effectively 3 players at times.
"Some things yes Kesten. Kobolds should not be troubling you. Some more things others should know first I think. All in good time, at dinner maybe?" Torsten answers as he heads in.
Through a slight headache Torsten perks up. "Then we must go to Olegs to return it! Radishes are good enough, but this, this matters. North we go!"
Torsten attends. Whatever the food is like there's sure to be something to drink, and he wants to get drunk tonight. Afterwards there should be radishes to return to the trading post, and perhaps a green gem-eyed witch to visit.
"If not statue coming back, mad kobold going may lift curse," Torsten growls. He hands over the statuette with care regardless.
"Мы пожертвовали достаточно!" shouts Torsten angrily. A conjured spear follows the arrow and bullet as he moves to shield the chief of the Sootscales. It flies with considerable force in his anger but isn't quite targeted well enough to strike vital organs. Draconic:
We have sacrificed enough!
"Сделали они или нет, их зверь убил моего He scowls to cover his expression as he wraps the goat's body in his cloak. "Есть ли что-нибудь в этой темной дыре, которую ты можешь видеть?" Draconic: Did they or not, their beast slew mine. Is there anything you can see in that dark hole?
"Nooo, Strauch, fur-clad friend!" Torsten cries out as he crosses the cavern to his familiar's side. Seeing the goat bleed with the slow motion of death rather than the quick pumping of a living beast he looks up, sees two mites and casts the rope he enchanted at one of them. "You shall not run, one must pay for Strauch's blood!"
Torsten pulls out a rope and enchants it, ready to make use of it in a moment. "Be strong, hold many-legs there Strauch," he asks his distinctly worried familiar.
Amazed at the size of the monstrous vermin, Torsten curses for a moment before stepping forward and conjuring a spear from just outside its reach.
Strauch advances cautiously to deliver his own attack.
Finally! I have a computer which can display the map on roll20 again.
Strauch follows Raz to aid him at Torsten's gesture, though caution leads to no contact.
Torsten moves in to strike with his staff also at the closest mite.
Once he lays eyes on the mites Torsten curses under his breath and conjures and throws a spear at one of them.
As Torsten curses and scars the ceiling Strauch moves up to join Razarak.
Once those in the lead start attacking Torsten will move up so he can see what's happening.
Torsten follows the others, doing his best to keep quiet despite a lack of skill at the task.
"The cries say this problem is now, but fey are tricksy" Torsten sighs. Stooping is becoming tiresome. "Down to the depths once more. Rushing into traps to rescue illusions would not be clever, let us look twice before jumping, eh?"
"We come here to recover one thing, not to kill all we see. And look, here is Sharptooth!" Torsten points to the bloodstained statuette. "But rope to stop more fighting if it wakes, that is a good idea." He gets his own out and cuts a 10' length off to tie up the sleeping mite.
Torsten directs Strauch in the goat's attack as he moves in to strike the tick with his own staff.
The spell of sleep is released at the one mite who has not fled or fallen already. Strauch continues his assault on the overgrown bloodsucking insect meanwhile.
Torsten starts casting his spell of sleep. Strauch turns his attention to the giant tick nearby.
... to no significant effect.
Torsten gestures to Strauch to aid Razarak and the goat steps forward attempting to gore the injured mite. Meanwhile the wizard casts a quick spell to aid his wits and magic.
After moving so he can see the chamber fully, Torsten flicks magicked butter at the tick and its rider. Strauch charges another with an excited cry which warns his target well in advance.
Torsten and Strauch continue moving forward.
Grimacing at the awkward confines of the mite's burrow Torsten makes his way into the next cavern, enchanting Strauch's hair with stony hardness as he does so.
Seeing the many-legged creatures in their den of filth Torsten exclaims in disgust and flings a conjured spear in the direction of one. "Not even a wallow of pigs looks like this!"
"We will not be talking then?" asks Torsten in the sudden silence following the gunfire. He moves up to see better but casts no spell at the moment.
"Strauch is good in tight spaces," Torsten says before faintly visible steel enshrouds the goat, "Just remember not to take full size where the tunnel cannot take it, eh?"
"Then recover the idol we shall! Besides fine radishes we seek to clean bandits from these lands - many humans seem to steal for living here. Can we hope for aid tracking them when Old Sharptooth's idol is back?" asks Torsten.
(actually 22 even, I forgot to add Torsten's +1 Wis bonus) Torsten has the same realisation as the others and decides the chief is the likelier source of information. "Yes, I had thought Old Sharptooth must be kobold, but should we look for blade or statue or some such? Strange that mites take this one and not others."
Torsten whispers back "No name spoken, he talked to Chief Sootscale not us. He thinks the mite's prisoner, Sharptooth, is cause of a curse somehow and we are just distraction from that."
Proud to show off his knowledge Torsten points out "A mite! Fey creatures, not so very dangerous but they like nasty pranks. Неужели это поймало попытку шутки?" he asks the guard. Draconic: "Was this one caught trying a prank?"
Looking down at Chirkri Torsten says "Я вижу далеко отсюда, но я не знаю, какие ориентиры нужно наблюдать. Вы придете и предложите мне ваши советы?" Draconic: I can see far from up here but I don't know what landmarks to watch for. Would you come up and offer me your advice?
As an aside to the others Torsten mentions "Going very well, we are invited to meet Chief Sootscale! In Sootscale caverns, no less!"
"Ха, да, сестра Тоув узнала истинный язык. Она поговорит с тобой о торговле" Torsten replies, slapping Tove on the shoulder. Draconic: "Ha, yes, Sister Tove has learned the true tongue. She would speak to you of trade."
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