"Not a hard one either, twonk."
Radik snarls, aiming a savage punch towards the scarred little man. However, once again, Shenker uncannily dodges the blow, Spiral Jacobs-like, leaving Radik angrier than before.
Surprised, Faindraic stops, and turns back to 'Snikt. He nods his head, slowly,...
In Thri Kreen,...
"A pox on this soft shell tongue, it is incapable of right, right, hard-shell speak. Here is wrong, wrong understanding. I confessed my desire for spirit weapon. That has not changed. This one only seeks to remind hard-shell clutchmate of his previous wisdom, that not all spirit items are kind - good. And clutchmates should use caution in choosing which item to carry."
Faindriac nods again, then turns back toward Maliki,...
'First to see if we can separate Malaki from this crown, and then, we shall see,...'
His gaze wanders to the shattered staff emitting mental bleats for help,...
do I gotta save or anything?
With that, he starts digging into the mud with all four claws, shards of hardened clay flying everywhere.
Zuko knocks out sends the noble to sleep.
"Perfect fit!"
"You sh...sh...shoot fireballs?"
"N...n...n...no. I b...b...bite. And use th...th... this."
Waves his club.
Points to Malaki.
"You want h...h...him."
"I don't wanna chaperone him."
Aso takes off the bracers to see if he can.
Aso takes off the bracers to see if he can.
The bracers slide off easily.
"E...e...e...excellent"
Puts them back on.
"No ch...ch...ch...chattering Osto."
do I gotta save or anything?
Swords that's smarter than me?
IDK--I like your answer best.
Faindriac turns to Zuko, and indicates the unconscious noble.
"Leave him. If we have time, we can question him before we leave." He looks around the room at all the chattering between his group and the various intelligent items.
"It's like a day care for sand-apes!" He mutters to Zuko. "We need to get the Hades out of here, I can't believe the Templars aren't already breathing down our necks!"
"It's like a day care for sand-apes!" He mutters to Zuko. "We need to get the Hades out of here, I can't believe the Templars aren't already breathing down our necks!"
"My sentiments exactly."
"Get all the weapons you can! We'll move out of here soon!"
Do we have all the weapons? If so gather them up. Radik, I warn you. You give me another dirty look and I'll tear it off your face. If you wish to wield the maul just say so and stop acting as a jackel trying to steal a kill. The posturing is ridiculous.
"Unless you guys want to stage a show for the templars in the arena, move it!"
Do we have all the weapons? If so gather them up. Radik, I warn you. You give me another dirty look and I'll tear it off your face. If you wish to wield the maul just say so and stop acting as a jackel trying to steal a kill. The posturing is ridiculous.
"He said your mother was something or other. Or, he thought it.
My swordy sword told me in my head."(ducks)
Radik snarls, aiming a savage punch towards the scarred little man. However, once again, Shenker uncannily dodges the blow, Spiral Jacobs-like, leaving Radik angrier than before.
GAAAAAH!
(Schenker throws sand in his face and attempts to disembowel him and strangle him with his intestines, but his left calf goes into spasms and he falls over.)
Are we going? Aso goes. Back door?
At his weapon's demonstration, Kirrish is clearly nervous. He tosses his head and draws his upper arms closer to his carapace, looking at the bundle with a mix of awe and distaste.
"Suggestion: Large ones, "honest" ones should stay here. Sneaky ones, hunter ones should look at street then get other. Not large clutches go not...alike route, yes? Not so large clutch, no get attention. Get together again, large clutch again at Tik's. Long routes, throw trail hunters no get Tik....altercation."
"Hrrmm...I'm the sneakiest one of the sneaksies. The most honestist too. I don't know what you want me to do about it."
(Polishes his sword with his Davy Crockett cap and admires his reflection.)
"Hrrmmm..."
(starts shaving his chin with his bronze puchik)
"heh heh..."
MalaKi says, honestly, “I have no desire to wear this crown; however I don’t think I have the final say in the decision.” Addressing the crown he asks, “Mistress Sable there are others here who are more worthy than I. The kreen warrior Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik would be able to put your gifts to much better use than this humble servant.”
The headless half-elf is (was) carrying a scroll case containing several sheets of skin parchment covered in arcane writing, and an elegant jeweled earring.
MalaKi removes the scroll case and earring. "Hey Aso," he says while holding up the earring, "do you want this?" If Aso wants it MalaKi will toss it to him, if not he will give it to the first person to express any interest. He then heads over toward Zuko and Faindriac. Holding up the scroll case he says, "There might be something interesting in here."
"Suuuuurrre."
"Does it t...t...t...talk?"
Aso will trade the bracers.
He then heads over toward Zuko and Faindriac. Holding up the scroll case he says, "There might be something interesting in here."
"Faindrac, I think this is your department."
“Thanks Aso,” says MalaKi while smiling broadly. He slips on the bracers (that is if Mistress Sable doesn’t object) while hoping that Ostro and Mistress Sable get along.
"Thank you Zuko. I will study these at first opportunity." Faindriac says, accepting the scrolls with a bow of his head and tucking them into his bag.
"Zuko and 'Snikt are correct. We need to gather everyone,... and everything,... and get out of here. Now. We can sort this chaos out later."
He glances around the room, as if trying to remember what he has forgotten. "I recommend pairing Warriors with non-warriors, but I bow to the wisdom of others when it comes to stealth."
His gaze falls on the staff with the shattered crystal, lying in the sand.
"What a waste. Is it unfortunate that we did not get here earlier."
He thinks to Cair as he bends over and picks up the damaged artifact.
Aso is going to get the body of Issiki and carry it out, and make sure it gets a proper disposal according to halfling customs, which he's going to have to go ask about.
"Declaration: This one look at street. This one silent city ghost, will return to others soon, way good. Way not good, could not return, or could."
The yellow on his carapace fades and shifts to match his surroundings, even as he bounds toward the front door.
Aso is going to get the body of Issiki and carry it out, and make sure it gets a proper disposal according to halfling customs, which he's going to have to go ask about.
Aso's not going to eat him until he gets a clear word on the matter, though. Let me know if he spots a halfling.
"H...h...have f...f...f...fun, Malaki."