Winston, Etna's familiar's page

Tkaara is getting very hungry.

Stares at her sleeping companions with barely controlled longing.

*Whimpers*

Winston was on edge the whole time they had been on that cursed place, but the room with the bas relief in particular left him almost completely frozen at the entrance. Only Etna's panic attack manages to snap him off it, as the dog runs to her mistress, whining and trying to calm her down by licking her cheeks.

Happily, the fires of Hell are in close proximity, I'll just go and rake myself over them a few times

*Barks in the direction of Hell, to have a response if the jolly raking is going A-okay*

Winston rejoices as he picks up the Templar's arm: let's see if he can manage to be a better butler than him with only one arm!

Winston, Etna's familiar wrote:

Woof! Woof!

Cute puppy! Is it yours?

Oh, no, just found it around. Always lived in the city, never had room for any kind of pet. :/

Woof! Woof!

Woof!

"Woof. Arf arf" Winston barks, looking first at Mistress Etna, wagging his tail, before moving to Lady Taty and sitting in front of her.
He had been completely useless until now, nothing but an utter disgrace: no matter if he didn't agree with the path Mistress Etna chose, he swore to aid her always, and now was the time.

Waiting further orders, Winston stares at Lady Taty.

Winston replies with a low whimper, asking mistress Etna what she meant with "anything strange": they were walking around a cave full of slimy frog-people that used weird glowing fungi to draw on feces-covered walls.
Smelling something normal would have been weird.

Still, the Basset Hound gets to work immediately, sniffing around as he follows the Ifrit, eager to show to be much more useful than that macabre excuse of a butler that Lady Taty was carrying around.
Really, she should have just brought along a dog, like himself! Rotten opposable thumbs are no match for a proud exponent of the canine race! What could a zombie possibly do that a dog couldn't?

Perception with Scent: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Apparently, noticing something useful instead of losing himself in a personal growled rant.

*Festive welcoming barking*

Winston follows right behind Mistress Etna: that didn't require a lot of repositioning, considering he was cowering behind the ifrit the whole time the white-haired monster (Tiadora, not Lady Tkaara) was there. Trotting close to the figure, the dog sniffs it suspiciously.
"Woof?"

*Poke*

"Bark, bark! Woof." Winston says matter-of-factly, following after Etna. Shortly after he finishes, he trots behind Erevan and glances at Tkaara.

"WOOF! WOOF!".

Sprinting from behind the corner he was hiding behind, still trembling, Winston runs up to Etna and start licking her face. Recoiling after the ifrit's skin's heat almost burns him, the dog whimpers and keeps trying to wake mistress Etna back.
Realizing that it was all futile, Winston runs to the only other of Mistress' friends that could help her get back up: however, as he barks to wake the barrister up, the Basset Hound realizes that Tkaara was faring no better than Etna.

Letting out a frustrated howl, Winston scans his surroundings to find a way to heal the two barristers: sprinting where Erevan is, the dog frustratedly tugs at the edge of the man's trousers, who was apparently too busy looting dead bodies to save Mistress Etna and Lady Tkaara.

*Rolls in a basket of garlic to ward off the vampire barrister*

And dunno where DMD is: let's hope nothing happened. :/

*Whimpers*

"Woof?"

"Woof! Woof!"

+3 HP
+1 to INT

After barking to Felrin, Winston jumps on a rather large table: on it is laid a chessboard with rather oversized pieces, big enough for a dog to pick them up with his mouth and move around the board.
"Bark!"
The dog wags his tail after barking again to the tiefling.

Like Etna, Winston moves slowly next to Tkaara's bed.
He could hear the maelstrom of thoughts in mistress' head, but for him it was different.
The dog knew to have a simple mind: there were no thoughts about what had actually happened, there was no self-convincing, no purposeful isolation to avoid getting attached to someone.

The only thing that he could think about, and that he was sure of, is that he liked Tkaara.
She was nice.
She wasn't as scary as some of the others, like the doctor.
She had saved mistress Etna's life back on the Frosthamar.

She was mistress Etna's friend.

Sitting next to Tkaara's bed, the dog starts to howl, to let out both his sorrow, and Etna's.

Winston pretends to look in bewilderment at all the people talking around him, only wagging when Jenna mentions the words "Winston" and "eat".
For the briefest of moments, he throws a sidelong glance at his mistress when she mentions that he wasn't the brightest dog around: still, knowing full well that he had to maintain the cover, the Basset Hound looks back and forth between Jenna and the Mayor's wife, waiting for someone to hand him some food.

"Woof! Woof! Arf."

Winston, who was napping near Etna's chair after two days worth of walking, bolts up when a rush of heat goes trough the emphatic link between him and the sorceress. Believing it to be something severe like a burn injury or something of the like, judging from how hot his face was.
After seeing the true reason of the sudden tug to the emphatic link, te dog barks and gets back to sleep.

Also, Winston is (still) awesome.

*Bows to the best of his abilities*

Winston keeps staring at Etna while she leaves for the city, turning to the golden eyed man when he talks to him.
"Woof." he replies, looking Erevan straight into the eyes, his expression betraying much more than a glint of intelligence.
If he could talk, Winston would have liked to say that no, he couldn't stand the place: the whole "dumb dog" act was way too irritating (and he had no idea how Mistress Etna's companions were managing to keep theirs up), he hated having to walk around and not stay cozy at home, and he was probably never going to taste that wonderful lutefix again.
But most of all, the dog didn't like the situation Etna had got herself into at all: she could have taken a boat and fled away to the continent, to safety, but instead joined forces with some...bizarre cultists that sent her on a suicide mission armed only with a circlet and a magical purse.

Unfortunately, as he didn't have vocal chords fit for saying that, Winston is forced to "Arf Arf." at Erevan, following obediently after him as they went back to the town.

Winston trots obediently Bbehind Lady Jenna and Lord Craigh.
He really was proud of his impression of a normal dog, that day: he stared right trough people, tilted his head if someone asked something more elaborate than "catch the piece of bacon", and even pretended to chase his own tail a couple of times.
It was kind of degrading, but normal mutts used to do things like that, so he had to adapt like Mistress Etna and her companions did.

Winston passes most of the time next to Etna, but takes great pains to avoid whatever would have made her mistress even more livid. She wasn't going to do anything to him, but Etna was trying her best not to snap at the first occasion. Plus, her emotions shared trough their emphatic link put the Basset Hound on edge.

But, at least, that Ludefix stuff (whatever it was) tasted good.

Winston whimpers and hides behind Etna: he really had enough for today. First the scary blonde lady, then this whole place, and now the ten feet tall dog ripped apart someone like it was a chew toy.
It was really too much for a poor old dog too handle, but at least mistress Etna was okay...

Feeling her mistress moving into the room, Winston stays by Ottakar's side, growling at the darkness.

She didn't propose eating the stalker.

"Woof! Woof! Arfarf."

*Barks happily and wags tail at Tkaara's food Mellowgoth*

Winston whimpers when Tiadora appears. As soon as she disappear into thin air, the Basset Hound rushes to the tiefling on the ground.
Much more empathetic than his mistress, the dog licks Felrin cheek, waiting for the man to get up.
"Woof!"

Winston stays close to Etna's gown, sniffing the air for anything unusual.
Aside from the giant mouth, that is.
Perception (Scent): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Etna Agnes wrote:

After she's in her room, Etna drops to her knees and hugs her dog, tears running down her cheeks. "At least you're still here..."

For now. Heh. Heh. Heh.

*Whimpers*