Radik grabs a drumstick, cursing at the fact that, though he ordered it rare, it was served well done.
"Shut up and eat the damn thing. Hrrmmm....you ingrateful bastard!"
"At least I'm not an ungrateful ingrate."
He takes another bite out of the halfling.
~gnnnng~
"where's feathers with the snakey wakes?"
"Y...y...you gonna eat the b...b...b...ack! ... flying chicken?"
"I ain't eatin nothing that I was just a-talkin to, and was a-talking back to me."
"That notion silly. All things talk with other things. Kank talk, sadly nobody talk kank language back. When dog bark, it talk, yet you eat dog."
"I don't eat dog neither.
They got... character."
"Everything g...g...gets eaten."
"This kreen no believe softskin Shenker no eat dog." Skarsnikt waves his antennas in a mildly reproachful manner. "Also, when snake hiss, when rat squeak, they talk. And this kreen see you eat rat in desert."
"I don't eat dog neither.
They got... character."
"So you always l...l...l...look hungry."
"Dogs is good people.
Snakes,....rats,....meh...
It's like they got it comin to them."
"I've had my fill. I'm going to sleep."
Aso lays out some hobbit meat to dry and catches some shut-eye, as he's drifting off he imagines the blood obsidian greatsword that he's gonna buy when he's got the money.
Holdrus doesn't partake in the meal and rests for 4 hours (or whatever Mul need to be fully rested). He seems to be lost in thought most of the night.
Schenker'll sleep eight hours, snoring like Curly Joe:
"zzzzzzz......woob woob woob woob woob....zzzzzzzzzz....woob woob woob woob woob..."
... most of the night.
Finishing the last of his share of halfling, Radik gnaws the bones clean and shoves them in his belt pouch along with his razor, groundhog skin, and bone stylus.
Radik sleeps standing up, with both eyes open.
Faindriac participates little in the discussion. He does participate in a token gesture of the 'ghost ritual' by accepting a small portion of Issiki. But he uses his Sustenance power to fill his body's needs for,... well, sustenance! ;P
He declares his needs to also rest to regain his full powers. He spends his time not actually sleeping in conversation with his flashing Psicrystal, and examining the damaged staff.
happily chasing down mice in my dreams :)
"zzzz.....wubwubwubwubwub..."
Radik sleeps standing up, with both eyes open.
MalaKi will grab some much-needed shuteye.
Radik sleeps standing up, with both eyes open.
The ex-gladiator mumbles in his sleep. It sounds suspiciously like "kank-f@@+ing half-breed," but it could be anything...
Aso's growls, only barely audible over the horrible snoring, are punctuated by violent thrusts of his arms and legs.
Aso sleeps like a panther. Resting but alert to the sounds of the night, or in this case to the sounds of the zombie hotel.
cchchhchchczzzzz must zzz recover zzz spellszzzcchchchch
"More like a There's something funny about Radik sorta funny....hrrmmm......zzzzzzzz......wubwubwubwubwub!"
The morning passes uneventfully, with the group sleeping fitfully, exhaustion the only thing keeping them under despite the sounds of Raam and the streams of daylight leaking through the hide wall coverings. Finishing off what parts of their friend haven’t been jankxed away for later, the Kreen wake their slumbering packmates sometime near mid-afternoon. With a full belly and her head under wing, Kha-chik has to be poked repeatedly through the canvas before coming around.
Aso wakes up with the usual raging hard-on, except by now he's learned to loosen the codpiece before he nods off.
Faindriac studies his spellbook, unobtrusively studying the others over the top of it as they wake and prepare. He smirks at the obvious amusement of the Kreen. When he is done studying, he snaps the book shut and continues his examination of the damaged staff along with his Psicrystal.
"Well, our latest mysterious benefactor made it clear that he didn't want the items attending this meeting. I can only surmise why. Any opinions on how we proceed? We are currently very vulnerable. And somehow those who have offered us shelter have been marked and attacked. We should not split up any more than absolutely necessary. Those who are to guard the items should contrive to stay near the meeting place, where they can join us quickly if another 'incident' occurs with this place as well."
He returns his attention to the damaged staff as the others chime in.
He returns his attention to the damaged staff as the others chime in.
"I could hold onta them itemses and you talky types go chat the geez on up. I aren't one for chatty jibbering, not at all Your Highness."
"D...d...dig a h...h...h... big FRAKIN' hole, and p...p...p...put them all in."
"hrrrmmm....get to digging, Radik Mc Grinster."
Schenker starts a-practicin' his Iron Maiden smile.
"Suggestion: Clutch Kreen, 'alaki, 'aindriac and others kill-yet-not-kill-with-hit-things should go, talking hit-things stay with others. This way, none are unready should unadulterated slaughter get necessary."
"Unadult...er...er...erated?"
"Clearing declaration: Unadulterated, not controlled. Like Aso-one."
"Hrrrmmm....Okay. Make it so."