Man, I swear I thought I was thinking of a female elf... Well, let's see, shapely, blonde... I guess I was thinking of you, Lir!
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Who needs tents? We have wagons!
Yosrick wakes as the wagon stops. Yawning and stretching he peers outside, sees Daemon walking away looking competent and lays back down. "I'll see to internal wagon security. Not to worry; I got it covered." Snores ensue.
Yosrick barks out a laugh at Lir's words and the resulting chatter. He settles back into the seat and soon is snoring from the rhythmic swaying of the cart.
Yosrick smiled at the girl. "Well, Bethana'll definitely keep her filled and prosperous. And clean as a whistle!"
Psst. It's shortly now. You can resume anytime!
Yosrick gathered his things, taking one look back at the Rusty Dragon. "What are you going to do with the old girl?" he asked Ameiko, hitching his pack to his shoulder.
Who gets to be Master Chief?
Okay, I could be a guard, too. So it's spellcaster/guard or spellcaster/trader for Yosrick.
I think the only one Yosrick really fits is spellcaster, and possibly merchant.
Yosrick staggers a little as his whip disengages from the ceiling. "Aw, neighbor, don't go away mad, just go away!" Yosrick smiles like a crazy person, dances back five feet and whips the one he hit, attempting to yank him from his feet... CMB: vs CMD
Yosrick cringes when Koveluss opens his mouth. "Jeez, Miko, I thought Lirrathan was the charming one. So, how many tables do you think this is gonna cost? I mean, if you're planning on leaving, might as well go out with a bang, right?" Yosrick sighs, smiles and jumps onto the stair railing. He flips his whip out, snaps it at the nearest ceiling beam, and leaps out over the dining room, shouting, "Whoo-HAH!" He tries to aim his flight to coincide with the Shoanti's head. Attack:
Yosrick follows Ameiko back downstairs in time to catch the end of the exchange between the Shoanti and Shalelu. He taps Miko on the shoulder and whispers "How much property damage is Shalelu going to do with him? Should we try to cut this off before it gets too bloody?"
"Then let's follow it. I've got nothing holding me here, with mom gone. Let's go to Brinewall and see what's there; if there's more to this tale, then we can chase it down. I'm with you, Miko, you know that."
"You'll figure it out, Miko. And we'll be here to drink your beer and drive you nuts while we do." Yosrick sits next to her, his back to the dragon. "What's the deal with the letter?"
I live! No real hurdles, just busy work weeks.
"It lies to the north, where the Steam River meets the sea. Or at least, it did. Something unknown destroyed it years ago. It's hard to say what even remains." Yosrick looks down, realizing that in the furor, he has forgotten to grab a drink. Strangely enough he realizes that he didn't really miss it.
"So I guess Brinewall's the place where the answers lie. Do you think there's anything still there that could shed some light on all this?"
"I'm heard of this Brinewall. Something wiped it out a few days after this letter was..." Yosrick stalls as he sees Ameiko struggling with her emotions. Perception Yosrick, eager to deflect attention from Ameiko's pain, points at Koya yelling at a random man. "Jiminy! What bug crawled up her hind-end and died?!?"
"Well now. What do you make of that, 'Miko?" Yosrick leans against the bar, tapping his forehead. 'Brinewall?' Knowledge: History:
Whoops, forgot the HP:
Yosrick is ready to fly, you fools!
Sounds fine to me.
In the meantime, should we level up to 2nd level?
I'm still around and frequently kicking.
Looking at Daemon, Yosrick grins. "Maybe that fungus from his feet made it to his brain! Come, Andrin, join us! Let us kill that pesky fungal disease with strong ale!" Yosrick shouts across the bar in a way too loud voice.
"Well first we found some goblins. Then we found some undead Minkan soldiers. Then we found their boss, guarding this," he gestures at the cask, "And here we are! How was your day?"
"Gracious, elf, it's admirable that you study my gullet with such devotion, but don't you have a sword to get fixed? I'm sure someone somewhere else can help you with that. Somewhere else."
"Humor from an elf! Next we'll find out that dogs can talk and pigs can fly!" Yosrick loudly proclaims. "Of course, it's remarkable that he has the energy to jest at all, considering the heavy burden he helped us carry all the way back from Walthus' swamp. Did the swords weigh you down too much, Lirrathan? Shall we order a bath and warm oil to sooth your worn muscles?"
Yosrick heads straight to the Rusty Dragon, wearing his stinking clothing like a badge of honor. He immediately orders a drink and if Ameiko is around, says loudly, "Well, Miko, have we got something to show you!"
As the band walks, Yosrick begins to sing a hopelessly out of tune version of a few local bar songs he knows well. Well, mostly knows. Truth be told, he's often way too drunk to remember all the words. So he improvises. Toward the end of a song about a lost love gone soldiering, an amorous ogre named Pattycakes makes a rather disturbing but humorous entrance...
Yosrick smiles at the elf. "I'm saving up for future bouts, elf. And who knows? Maybe my sacrifice will allow Andrin to keep his feet."
"Ha! Not so grand, Daemon. I've hung around Ameiko enough to know a little about that side of the world. Plus history is my thing. You know, between the drinks." Seeing Andrin limp again, Yosrick grins, then clears his face and says, "You know, Daemon, I've heard that by the time your feet are already hurting, gangrene has set in. In fact it's when they stop hurting that you need to amputate."
"Truly elf, your self-sacrifice knows no bounds. I swoon at your helpfulness." Yosrick manages to keep a straight face, but it's clearly a struggle. Hoisting the chest with help from anyone who wants to give it, he heads back out the way they came in, ready to get out of the swamp and back to a warm bed and a bath.
Yosrick frowns. "No, what is it?"
"Definitely Tian armor. I don't know. I think we should take the whole box back with us. I might be able to identify this stuff, but I think I'd need some time and space to do so. Also, if that skeleton's spirit is tied to this box, I'd feel better being back there if we need to do battle with it again." Yosrick closes the chest and starts to pick it up. "Anyone want to give me a hand with this? It's kind of heavy."
Yay arcane caster! Yos is just not made for a lot of arcana. I guess for first level, I'd add Endure Elements, Comprehend Languages and maybe Charm Person to the wish list. All of those will probably come in handy, what with new cultures and heading North.
Yosrick uses detect magic on the contents of the chest, as well as on the chest itself and the disarmed wakizashi.
"Sure, have fun. Now, what's in here?" Yosrick checks the chest to see if it's locked. If it's not, he takes a deep breath and opens it.
"Understanding its language and understanding its meaning are two different things! It spoke Common, but accented, but I don't know what it was talking about. Maybe whatever is in this chest will give us some answers?"
"Well now. That was odd." Yosrick stares at the spot where the undead warrior fell, still a little shaken by his last words. "What do you think he meant? Legacies, Empires and worthiness? Worthy of what?" Yosrick looks over to the chest and goes to examine it. Perception:
Yosrick, feeling his luck still burning, attempts again to disarm the samurai! Disarm: vs CMD
Yosrick, seemingly seeing two parallel futures unveiled in front of him, makes up his mind. He grits his teeth and moves to 15 feet away from the undead samurai. Calling upon any luck he might have, he snaps his whip at the samurai's sword, trying to disarm him!
Disarm CMB: vs CMD
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