Ulfred didn’t say anything, all these unholy symbols were making him more than a little bit uneasy. He decided it was best to just get this done with and then leave this place behind.
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Ulfred follows Kurt and Vera, scanning the area for guards, but does not engage anyone yet.
Ulfred will try and find out what is going on, and listen out for any useful information above the shouts.
I'm still here.
Ulfred adds, ”Yes, it was also able to change form. First it was an otter, then it transformed into a bird.”
Keeping a wary eye on the pair, Ulfred moves to get behind cover as well, trying to move closer to melee range of the unseen archer.
”Now, where’d that otter get to?” Now that the slavers were dead, Ulfred was content to follow through on his promise to leave their corpses to rot.
I think Ulfred would be about as pro-killingTabo as they come.
Ulfred laughs, "It's going to take a lot more than that to put me in the ground." He follows up with a blow to Tabo's chest.
Ulfred runs towards Tabo, staying out of melee range until he is able to make an attack.
Ulfred stares down the slaver, cracking his knuckles. "Seven years. For seven years, you made every minute of my life a living hell. I swear to you this, by all that is holy: I will make sure that what you did to me and dozens of others is payed back in spades. When I'm through with you, what's left of your remains will be left in the forest to be eaten by wolves, and your soul will rot in the furthest reaches of the Abyss." His voice is quiet, but it's very obvious that he intends to wring the half-orc's neck.
"It certainly seems like our only lead so far." Ulfred begins to follow the otter-bird, assuming the others do too.
With nothing much to contribute to the conversation, Ulfred thinks back to his time at the monastery, trying to recall anything that might be useful.
"Hm. Whatever killed the dog can't have just appeared and disappeared. Must've left some tracks somewhere." Ulfred mutters to himself as he scans the area for signs of whatever had killed the dog, deciding that he's better at that than interacting with people.
While Jasper talks to the owners, Ulfred searche the area for anything that might shed some light on the investigation.
"Right then. Let's head out." Ulfred decide they should get a start on the job as early as they can, barring any objections.
Ulfred listens to the job offer Arna has, still somewhat drowsy from a good night's sleep.
Ulfred rushes forward with a punch to the man's gut, with enough force that it'll hurt in the morning, but pulling the blow enough that he won't inflict any serious wounds.
"I ain't getting punked by someone half my size." "Ye sure about that?"
Ulfred maintains eye contact with the drunkard. "I'll be just outside, If ye care ta follow. O' course, there's no shame in backin' down." Then, quieter, but still audible, "Well, maybe some." He then turns and walks out the door, waiting outside.
Ulfred spotted Arna coming in, and was about to greet him when the other man started harassing him. "Ye got somethin' ta say?" He went to confront the man. He didn't want to lose his cool immediately, but he couldn't just back down.
"No, I'm fine. But I should be asking if there is anything I can do to help you." The halfling continues to be friendly and not trying to pry too much, but he seems to be reaching out at the same time. "I appreciate the offer. That drink you mentioned earlier sounds like it'd hit the spot." Ulfred didn't want to seem too standoffish, but at the same time knew he couldn't just go telling someone he just met about the events of the past few days.
"That sounds wonderful." Noticing Arna's concern, Ulfred waits a minute before inquiring, "Pardon my asking, but I couldn't help but notice you seem a tad concerned about something. Anything I can help with?"
"Indeed I am. My name is Ulfred." Arna seemed friendly enough, but he knew that first impressions did not always align with someone's true character.
"Unless you were planning another revolt, I'm sure that I've got no wounds a good night's rest can't heal." Ulfred pauses, realizing it's been quite a while since he'd had a sleep that would be considered "good" by anyone in their right minds. "I suppose I might as well look around and see if I can find any useful information about a place to stay while we're here. And while we're picking up Cyrene a robe, I might need to borrow a few gold coins for new clothes. In a place like Cheliax, slaves' rags might raise some unwanted questions."
Ulfred stops when he hears the sound from beyond the trees, and tries to discern what it is.
Ulfred thinks for a moment before speaking. "If we are going to fight these slavers, then we will need two things: rest, and a strategy. We will also need to make sure that they do not follow us into the woods and attack us while we sleep. I can take first watch, as I can see in the darkness without a torch. In the morning, we should be careful when we attack, so as not to bring all of them running at once."
"Keve, I think our best bet would be to use that bomb to get out the back of the shop."
If we use a turn running, then even Ulfred's dwarf legs could get him 80 feet- enough to get into the forest. Plus, if we do go with the Dagger of DarknessTM then they wouldn't be able to shoot at us. Also, I only see the battle map on Roll20.
Sorry, I've been away and unable to post for a while. Should be able to post more now though. Ulfred can't really help in terms of putting out the fires, but he'll be more helpful in combat.
Ulfred thanks Keve for the food and water and eats heartily. "Ulfred Onolson at your service. After you freed me, I headed back into town for the night. However, that half-orc and his guards found me when I was only half awake. They chained me back up and tossed me in the wagon."
Here's the replacement character: Ulfred Onolson, dwarven monk of the sacred mountain. I don't have a backstory posted yet, but I should have it done soon.
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