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Well, out in the open maybe. And only right now. I fully intend to pick up a composite short bow as soon as possible, and while I may not be super suited to ranged attacks, that should be enough to prevent the scenario you describe. We just need equipment. EDIT: ninja'd about equipment! And about geography, I am considered trained in all skills, though I only have a +1 bonus at the moment.
I'll probably stay committed to the trapmaking thing, though obviously it depends on how things go. Can't see taking a crafting feat for quite a while yet though.
Volnar wondered to himself how far the little kobold was going to take them down this tunnel. They needed to go the other way, and he was anxious to get to the spot Schwartz had sent them to. He felt his fingers idly stroking the handle of the pick as he contemplated just killing Greeter. He'd never killed a person before, but he doubted it would be much different than slaughtering any other animal. He eyed his companions, wondering how they'd react if he just attacked their guide. Vuram, I think, would immediately understand what was happening. He might even approve. Lio would probably think I'd decided to make friends with Greeter and join in. Sithiliss, I have no idea. I wonder if all lizard folk are so... emotional. Gehuil, well, he seems like one willing and able to do what's necessary. Wings I haven't been able to get a read on. But if he's anything like the crows he resembles, gods help any that cross him. Ugh, no, better to wait. Let Greeter take us to wherever, then we can head back to our real destination. Volnar plodded along, seemingly lost in thought. Fingers caressing the handle of his pick.
Listening to Greeter, Volnar realizes that they maybe should have split up Lio and Vuram before entering the mines. Hoping that the sound of their shared native language will lull the kobold a bit, he calls out to him in draconic, draconic:
"Greeter, sorry about the fight between these two idiots yesterday. The rest of us have explained to them that if they continue to call down the guards attention, they are on their own. Keeping our heads down and our bodies healthy is the only way to stay alive. They seem to be getting it."
Volnar nods to Corrin as he rises up and stretches, mentally readying himself for tasks ahead. "I'm sure they have torches for the miners. Not everyone here can see in the dark." Volnar then stepped out of the tent, ready for action.
Volnar picks up the note covered in Lio bits, and reads it over before passing it around. "Well, we should probably get Vuram up to strength and then get to work in the mines. I don't think we want the guards to think we're shirkers or troublemakers. I'm pretty sure Lio will be fine. Physically."
Volnar watches silently as the guards drop off his unconscious companions, and then saw off the troll's ear. He wonders at the minds behind such behavior. He had no problem killing if necessary, that was just how life was. But torture? Mutilation? There seemed no point to it. It was just... wasteful. He followed along to the tents in case his assistance was needed.
Volnar slips into the crowd watching the end of the fight, mentally relieved that, unlike humans, nagaji don't blush. That was just a completely embarrassing attempt to be sneaky. Yeah, I know. Volnar isn't really all that sneaky, but a troll tramping around human sized barracks really could present difficulties. Not to mention a Minotaur and a troll fighting makes a much better distraction. And for the record, though he hasn't revealed it yet, Volnar can cast cure light wounds. So it seems like we're pretty set on the healing arena.
Volnar slips into the crowd watching the end of the fight, mentally relieved that, unlike humans, nagaji don't blush. That was just a completely embarrassing attempt to be sneaky.
Not willing to tempt fate, or risk pissing off the one guard that might be on their side, Volnar puts the note face down under the dagger and slips back out of the barracks. (also remembered to use my luck this time, not that it worked apparently)
Ack, sorry for missing posting yesterday, everyone. The day kinda got away from me.
As the commotion begins, Volnar whispers to Corrin, "How many guards total are there?", before edging into position as near the barracks as he can get without seeming suspicious. He readied himself to act once the guards were distracted.
Volnar looks doubtfully at the troll for a moment, taking in his great size, before looking speculatively at the rest of what he supposed were now his companions. With a mental sigh, he spoke. "Lio, while I'm sure you're super sneaky, I'm quite positive that the barracks are designed for someone of human size. It might be difficult for you to navigate. I have spent most of my life in the woods, and learning how to move quietly is a part of that. While I don't relish sneaking in there, with some sort of distraction, I'm willing to try it. Unless anyone else thinks they're better at it. I have to wonder if a fight is a good idea though. Might they just kill them rather than break it up?"
Staring in surprise for a split second, Volnar quickly realizes what the gnoll is up to, and ducks outside as well.
"So what do we want to say to this guy exactly? Give us the map and we'll take it from there? I'm not sure what else we need to say really."
Volnar watches the minotaur walk away, wondering what it must have been like. He couldn't imagine it, not really. He was starting to realize that he may have been better off staying in his woods. It's not like Rathin wasn't capable of taking care of himself. He sighed inwardly. Time to keep moving forward. "I know something of traps, at least of the mechanical variety. If we're lucky, I can get us by them. And honestly, I was going to ask why we should trust this Schwartz guy, but at this point, will whatever he's leading us towards be much worse than dying here?"
Volnar comes back from scouting the camp area just in time to witness the troll disembowel himself. Being a hunter and trapper, the site of blood and guts does not move him, but he does find the circumstance to be more than a bit unusual. "Anyone mind telling me what that was all about?" he says to the group at large, "and how much time do we need for what?"
Volnar nods briefly at the gnoll. "Oh I follow all right. Name's Volnar. I'm going to have a look around the camp and see exactly what sort of hell we've landed in."
Volnar nodded slightly to Vuram with agreement, then turned back to Greeter. "So how does this work? Do we work in shifts, have quotas or what? If we're going to not end up like those hobgoblins, we need to understand what's expected of us." He glanced to where the hobgoblins had been shot down, and vowed that he would eat whatever he had to to keep up his strength and keep his head down, because he was not going to end up like them, and he was going to figure out a way to get out of here.
Volnar thought about some things Rathin had let slip during his various stories, and realized they might have more to worry about than just guards in this kind of situation. He was already sick of it, and determined to get out, but it would be hard to know who to trust. Probably none of the new people he'd arrived with were working with the guards, but a few of the prisoners quite possibly could be, including this Greeter fellow. "Also, is there anyone we need to watch out for among our fellow inmates?" Volnar asked in nearly accentless common.
Volnar shook his head, still feeling like it was full of cobwebs. What in the nine hells was going on? One minute walking through the woods, the next crippling pain and then darkness. Rathin had mentioned that some humans were not overly fond of others not of their kind, but this was something else entirely. As the guard spoke, he took stock and realized that almost all of his belongings had been stripped from him, though they'd apparently missed the small knife in his boot, not that it was much of a weapon. Or perhaps they just didn't care. Looking around, he starts walking towards the camp, warily keeping an eye on his fellow "travelers", as well as those already in the camp.
Thanks! I guess the only thing I'm still a little unclear about, is are we starting with gear, or is it that we'll have the opportunity to get some rusty and broken weapons later?
Ok, officially submitting Volnar for the opportunity to, ummm, be imprisoned in a forced labor camp? Details in profile, but essentially a woodsy type built on an archaeologist bard archetype chassis. |