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When Smythe starts talking to the creature Vik loosens the grip on his axe just a little bit, realizing that his particular skill set is not immediately needed in this event.
Vik accepts the gift from the halfling woman. Coming from a tribal culture himself he understands the importance of the gift. As he grabs the liver "I will honor this creature for it's sacrifice will lead to the survival of our new tribe. May it's spirit rest in ease in that knowledge." When he is done speaking he lifts it high and bows his head offering one more silent prayer and proceeds to take a large bite and continues till it is fully consumed, after that his face covered in blood he gives a mighty roar into the sky. After that he has a huge grin on his face and walks over to 'Twig' "Try it lad, maybe it will help put some meat on yer bones." as he walks to Symington he gives a great big slap on the back. "Come now, we must celebrate the little one's son looked to get his first kill in this event, in my tribe he would be a man now, we have much to be grateful now." with that he finds the halfling matriarch's son and hoists him up over his shoulder in celebration.
Vik walks up to the clubtail and swings the axe right at the beasts neck. Hoping it goes down cleanly.
Seeing Milhar's reaction to the task of slaughtering the beasts, Vik bows his head as he thinks to himself, "The little one has such passion in the defense of others, but has yet to learn that sometimes violence is necessary."
Hearing both ideas, Vik offers his point of view. "I remember when I was growing up, my tribe used similar methods, for the preservation of meats. The end result was usually tough and salty, but spoiled food rarely occurred. Though it may take time, I remember seeing the meat cut into strips, salt was rubbed on, and then put out to dry in the sun."
Looking at the creatures and everyone's actions Vik takes a second to glance at where everyone is heading
Vik's eyes catch a potential problem with the middle of the pack. But to make sure not to really spook the animals he goes with a slow pace, sort of stalking the animals in a herding motion. When he gets to the middle area, he feels the spirit of his tribes animal flow through him. slowly stalking trying to keep the animals going where he wants them to go. At some points he has even dropped into a low crouch, almost padding on all fours around the large beasts. Some might even notice a low growl coming from Vik's throat.
Sweating profusely, as as the fever started to break, Vik tosses in his sleep.
Vik looks at Milhar and notices the slight smile. Remember Milhar, not all blades have to kill, and many have dual purposes. You could always use it in the galley. HaHa. Cheer up my friend we did good today, and if you must mourn, mourn only for the child we were to late for. The fighters of the village died in a way they were proud of. To die in battle is a great honor for warriors. We must celebrate in the honor of killing of such a foul beast.
"Milhar you may take that blade. Maybe some good can come out of that blade after its vile use, and it is suited to you." "I think we should let the village grieve for the fallen, and experience the joy of having the little ones returned."
"Skilhar, we shall head to the great sea bird and wait for the meeting with the juju man when he is ready. The brave ones that have fallen must be put to rest correctly and given the honor they deserve. I shall not disturb that. Lead on my friend."
After the children have left Vik drops to his knees a little winded from the fight. Vik looks to Algret with a little concern for he saw the hits she had taken and was amazed to see her still standing as he thinks to himself "We northerners are a strong bunch no matter what breed". Vik keeps an eye out while the others search the area.
"You turn your back on your people, you wretch" Vik screams as he unleashes his throwing axe at the leader 20 to hit, 7 damage. After he throws the axe, Vik approaches the leader and takes a swing to hit 13 damage=17
Taking Milhar's cue, Vik prepares one of his throwing axes in case hostilities continue
At the sight, Vik looses all senses and the beast starts to come out, his claws fully extending. Before he moves to the Bugbear, He lets out his customary battle cry, but this one has slightly more primal tent to it. As the howl reverberates the surrounding jungle, Vik heads to the bugbear. When he approaches the bugbear he takes a swipe with his great axe to hit 1d20+7=22 damage 1d12+7=11
both survival and fort = 8
"Its not time for your great journey yet elf" Vik comments towards Bo when she comes to. He turns to Algret and gives a smirk and an appreciative nod, for her actions, as he draws in a breath that is slightly labored. When he hears his name come from Milhar, he says "I will help, but we must be quick, I don't want to lose this things trail, for it is well past the bugbear's time to go on his journey of eternal sleep." Vik will help Milhar search the bodies.
reflex save 17 Vik levels his axe and storms the enter of the plant Vik takes a swing at the unfamiliar plant hoping to hit to hit 14 damage 15
Vik stares at the younger ork, his teeth snarling. He grips his axe tightly, his knuckles turning white from the lack of blood. Upon hearing Algret's voice he shakes his head and decides to follow the way she pointed survival 1d20+6=22
sneaking through the jungle, Vik notices the structure perception 28 when they make the village the only thing Vik notices that there is no noise from the children that should be here
Vik has his great axe drawn when we get to the edge of the jungle.
"I will help track this thing's true form"
Standing up Vik speaks "We mean you no harm." He then whispers to the party "I may not be the best to speak here. Most tribes view strength as a pure challenge at the least. I will follow your lead and offer my view if needed."
"Milhar and Bo-dan speak with wisdom. We should carry on while I still can follow the trail, but we about an hour and a half before the storm rolls on. If we can't find their village by then, then we must find some sort of shelter and hope the tracks don't get washed away. Yes, do not go for weapons, or make to sudden movements unless a strong need to do so, but keep weapons close since we do not know what else is out here besides the "greys". We shall move on, if one of us spotted them then they seek to learn more about us. Since that one did not stay visible they could just be trying to get a hold of our temperament, and intentions if they witnessed what happened on the beach the other day. But enough talking, let us continue before the tracks get to cold."
survival checks 1d20+6 for 8 checks (till about 2 in the afternoon) totals 14 25 25 10 16 23 23 10
Vik starts looking for tracks to follow.
The protection of the community should take priority. I say leave the fool Rafiki to the whims of Gozrah and anyother gods he may or may not worship.
Hope you get to feeling better Wrath. The nice thing about PbP we can work around illness :) We can wait, your game is great.
Huh? What kind of watch do we have going on? Lets try to keep as far from the trees as possible right now. In the morning I suggest that at least one of us head back to the ship and ask the captain about the locals, I would like to know if they are hostile or not. Lets see if we can keep the fire going through the night, just to make sure we are not suprised.
Spoiler: Vik seeing the children throughout the evening from the corner of his eyes, subtlety shakes his head. He outwardly makes no notice of them. But later when he is alone, he does a slight chuckle and remembers the days as a child when he did the same around his father. When Vik grabs his food he walks over, and sits next to Algret. When he sees the little ones resting around the dwarf he speaks They cling to you like pups, perhaps we should call you den mother. As he looks around the camp and notices all the families, Algret and the two children, and the two half-elves, in particular, he feels a little tug on his heart. He thinks to himself, all these people have ones to care for, protect, to share the events of their lives together. He starts to wonder about his brothers and if they are alive somewhere out there. He then thinks what else waits for him, in a sense of family, these short, yet long years he longs for a family that has so far been out of reach. He quickly shakes the thoughts out of his head, and gets rid of the blank stare, as he reminds himself to pay attention and be alert.
After feeling the healing energies from Algret, Vik starts to stir. When he comes to, he remembers what happened and turns to look at the two ambushers, the leader with the wicked sword, and the poor sap that had his hand removed. He looks to Algret and asks in ulfen Can you stem the flow from that one as he points to the one handed man. I’ll grab the other one and take him to see the cap’n He then stands up and walks over to the leader, picks up the sword, examines it and places it through his belt. He looks to the man and says I bested you in battle now your life is mine to do with, now get up, we going to see the cap’n about this intimidate 12 Whether the leader wants to or not Vik forces the man to walk to the captain. When they get to Venn, Vik says Now, I know you wanted to speak to me about something cap’n, but I think dealing with these pieces of filth is a little more important at the moment. As Vik says this he forces Durgol to his knees, and gives a vicious sneer
In a fit of rage Vik lines up another shot, just as the dart zips past him. Stunned, he looks back at the attacker on ground and unarmed Vik comes to. He looks at the man, and whispers in Ulfen There's no honor in killing you He turns around heading back to Algret and the captain, he takes a few steps and drops to his knees, laboring to breathe. He looks up at the dwarf and passes out from exhaustion
Vik in his rage takes another swing, and in his fury misses. 1d20+6=8
*When it gets to my turn*
Snarling with rage, Vik takes a swing at the leader and delivers a mighty blow Wrath
Spoiler: [ooc]Well not a crit but nice none the less, Wrath your luck has given my dice the courage to roll great. Oh and yeah my characters usually turn out to be the meat shields but have a habit of staying alive at critical junctures. Looks like your streak keeps going on to :)
Vik sees the attackers and snarls as he goes for his axe. Vik is furious at the attempted ambush and swings at the nearest foe
Listening to the captain's words and noticing the group behind them Vik just shakes his head. What is this about? Fine, I will do as you wish, just make sure the defenses are in place. Vik stands up fully stretching out, making his large form look even larger, and heads back to the ship.
Looks like Vik will try to chop the trees down himself.
Staring at the jungle line, Vik brings up a point of cutting a few trees down to provide wood for small walls, firewood, and small shelters, to the most knowledgeable prople in the party.
Vik takes his small handaxe out and cuts deep into one of the beasts. He takes small chunk of meat, sniffs it, takes a small bite to see if it is edible. Upon noticing the totem, and hearing Algrets comment of it being a warning, he looks around cautiosly. "I agree with Algret this beach is our territory, and defensable because of open space, and view. We must build some sort of defensive block around the perimiter of landing area. But we must be quick" If meat is edible
Spoiler: "I will fetch the beasts for cooking. The meat is not bad, and if offers some immeadiate and much needed food. Then let us be quick about defenses"
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