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Troy turns to the stranger Kajetan and looks him over. "Sure, I have a little time on my hands. How about a drink?" Troy gestures towards the town's tavern, one of his new favorite places for conversation, and then leads the way to choose a table and sit down to talk. "Now, what can I do for you?"
No, I don't mind waiting Mothman. I'm trying to get a tabletop game started, so my time is limited lately too. I'll go ahead and post the updated sheet.
Ah, a new level at last. I believe I'll be taking my first level of fighter, as planned.
Thanks Mothman. I would like to hear your ideas on how to get back with the group. I'm coming up a bit short myself. But I am caught up on the story!
Greetings, gentlemen! I'm back in country after that extensive deployment, so I have more time on my hands once again. I'd rather not spontaneously appear, and in fact can wait to see if rejoining is still a good idea once you hit a chapter break, so to speak. I have a lot of reading to catch up on!
Troy gives the inquisitor a slight bow while Keildrithe handles the formalities, and stands back to let the guards pass and un-gag the woman.
It may be time to take things into our own hands, in order to draw out the elusive DM... Alton, help Troy ransack the temple. Keildrithe, see what you and Jirkin can do about creating havoc in the tavern. Just kidding, of course...
Heh, thanks. I'm military but I'm no Marine. I've been in country about 3 months with 3 months to go. I'll be moving to a new camp in a couple days, and I don't know the internet accessibility there, but I've heard it's stable so I have high hopes of continuing this character. :)
Troy glances at the others, and then nods to Keildrithe. "I'd be happy to." After all, he throught to himself, the girl was rather pretty, apart from whatever beatings she had endured at the hands of these 'good' men. Perhaps if he made a good impression she would feel indebted to him. The lanky human smiled and swaggered just a bit as they followed the guards toward the building.
Troy follows in behind, to join them in the constabulary for a session of questioning.
The red-haired sell-sword gestures to the woman Gosia again and quickly speaks up so that the guards and perhaps the priest can hear him. "We'll need to speak with the lass, and to get her permission to search her property."
Well, Troy was thrilled with the news. He had stuck his neck out to defend the lass, and now even if the criminal wasn't found right away, he wasn't being held responsible. He slipped away from the throng and moves toward Keildrithe, giving a small salute by touching his fingers briefly to his hat. "Well done, musician. I'll be happy to bring the truth of this mistake to light with you. If you didn't catch it before, my name is Troy Kamgul. Well met."
Troy answers "Alright" and walks over towards the wood pile, noting Keildrithe speaking with the old man. At the wood pile, he gives the two lads constructing the pyre a reassuring smile; no reason to harm them. He makes certain to face the constabulary, expecting to see more guards at any time. Meanwhile, he'll try to sway the milling villagers to be calm and have pity for the accused.
"Good people, please!" he raises his voice to be heard. "Gosia Troskie needs your sympathy now. She is a part of your community, and a gentle soul. None of us truly believes her to be a murderer. Give the girl a few days, and the true villains will be found and put to justice!"
Troy has followed Laithe over near the pub, and gives a nod toward Keildrithe when his name is spoken. Shortly after, the sound of the scream sets everyone on edge. Relaxing his grip on his longsword's hilt, he curses under his breath in Karandic. Then he speaks clearly, offering "If any of you gentlemen are so inclined, mayhap we should seek a stay of excecution from the Baron? We need to keep our heads about this." Troy didn't really like the idea of talking to people who could put him in prison, but he preferred it over directly combating Atuscans in public. It wouldn't be the first time he spent a night locked up for disobeying a local authority.
Troy shrugs at Laithe, and rests his left hand on his sword hilt beside his waist.
Troy addresses Laithe, speaking loud enough for Alton to overhear.
He does his best to look uninterested, and folds his arms to check the dagger in his sleeve.
Troy wanders through the crowd, scanning noncommitally for an easy target for a lift. He didn't have much natural talent for picking pockets, but by necessity had learned enough to get him a good meal now and then. He also listens to the gossip going around, and makes an inquiry or two to see if anyone knows the 'witch'.
"Hail, friend. What's about this morning? You look troubled."
I think the feat you chose fits nicely. |