"Hrrmmm.....that's two blades.....two blades against Raam. Any more with us?"
"Go with."
"Go with."
"Look, O my droogies, I think it's trying to talk. Stupid dog."
An surprisingly deep growl from such a small thing: "grrrrrrrrrrrr." Aso learned more than a few aggression noises fighting in the geek cage.
"Go with.""Look, O my droogies, I think it's trying to talk. Stupid dog."
If I was you, Radik, I'd be hoping that he doesn't eat excretia."
Declaration- Hate: Long-ear sandwalkers go North, Si...Si...Silwer... This one want hunt long-ear sandwalker! Hide in sand, cut heads, eat hearts! Yet...
Declaration: City dweller wall houses three day, south west. We go, get water, eat eat. We go, Ggllurrsku-skrukk! We go, clutch! No sand ghost get water this day.
"Aye, my armorskin kin, aye. Know we, or I anyway, will find those points and put them under my knives. But we softbellies can't go long without our thirsty squirted. Thirsty firsty, then blood."
After watching Shenker and Radik exchange insults all day, Skarsnikt has finally figured out what they are up to.
"Softskins perform Ritual of Strength, yes? They want to mate, yes? In softshell hive, many other two-legs. No need show strength, many mates there. We go quick, before mating need drive softshells mad, yes?"
He seems amused, making harsh clicking noises that might be insectoid laughter.
They want to mate, yes?
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam.
"I'm for the desert route. Straight for it, okay?"
We are escaped slaves, the less interaction with people in this area the better. Across the shifting sands, I say. We don't want the elves coming back with reinforcements to collect their property and finding a clear trail to Raam behind us.
Oh look *cough* those silly elves were holding the map sideways…
We also need to look for some campsites, to trade (blows) with for water.
Zuko also advocates a desert route. He reasons that, "Staying along the roads will only increase the likelihood the party will meet up with patrols from Raam. We are not ready to face fully armed templars... yet."
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam.
"I insult those unworthy of my respect."
The fighter shoulders his club, following the Raam group, but several paces behind.
Schenker starts going all quiet. It's time to go the trail.
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam."I insult those unworthy of my respect."
The fighter shoulders his club, following the Raam group, but several paces behind.
The angry drylander's words are like the meaningless sighing of wind to the halfling, who has already walked of.
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam."I insult those unworthy of my respect."
The fighter shoulders his club, following the Raam group, but several paces behind.
The angry drylander's words are like the meaningless sighing of wind to the halfling, who has already walked of.
Before setting off, Issiki channels his breathing and centres himself.
MalaKi travels quietly with the group. He spends most of his time in the proximity of Faindriac
Zuko.
"Malaki, do you know much about Raam?" Zuko asks thoughtfully.
Skarsnikt scrambles back and forth at the head of the group along the other kreen, keeping an eye open for food or trouble.
In thri-kreen:
::The softshells are becoming stir-crazy. They need more of their kind soon, especially the large stone-coloured one. Do you know much about the softshell nest? How soon can we get there?::
Traveling through the cool night, guided by the Thri-Kreen and the keen eyed Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka gliding overhead on the remaining desert thermals, the party churns through the miles and manages to avoid any notable hazards their first evening of travel. The sandy wastes begin to give way to stony barrens, with occasional pockets of hardy scrub vegetation.
Shortly before dawn, the party encounters what appear to be several upright skeletons. Though worn smooth, the bones do not appear especially old, almost as if some force recently flensed them as they traveled, before they could react. You locate no accoutrements that would explain how they came to be here, and any application of force causes the skeletons to collapse directly into chalky powder.
During the daylight rest period (outside of viewing range of the bizarre remains) spent in the shade of a large protruding shelf of red rock, the kank begins to chitter excitedly. After a half hour of exertion, the giant ant creature finally gives a shrill cry and extrudes two large emerald orbs from the rear of its abdomen before collapsing, exhausted, for the remainder of the day.
With the setting of the baking sun, the party renews its water supply before once again ( hiking through the desolate region on what is now the evening of their third day of newfound freedom. The heat dissipates from the stony ground in visible waves of distortion, but the distant glow of a city on the horizon begins to come into focus now, keeping your path true.
Midway through the evening, the party makes two discoveries: A long line of flickering lights travels the road in a direction away from Ramm, and a shallow depression in the rock-strewn earth contains a shallow puddle of muddy water, ringed by several thorny brown bushes.
Faindriac continues to note the continued the continued (lack of) interaction between the grey-skinned warrior and the others. Twice he even deigns to frown. But makes no other comment or action, except to agree to join the majority in the direction of Raam.
Having replenished his strength, i.e. full spells and hit points, Zuko focuses his mind on the problem of getting inside Raam without arousing the suspicion of the templars or their undead masters.
Skarsnikt scrambles back and forth at the head of the group along the other kreen, keeping an eye open for food or trouble.
In thri-kreen: ** spoiler omitted **
Thri-kreen:
"Hrrmm....I wonder if them bushies is really just bushies, and not like killer shrubberies."
"Hrrmm....Aso....we'll see about getting you a woman in Raam.
Uh, don't take this the wrong way, but we may have to see about the flea issue firstly....or not. Hrrrmmm....."
"Hey, Radik. Go down there, to that water, and see if anything attacks you."
"No."
"Oh, mister 'I killed 50 men with my pinky toe' is scared of some shrubs. Deeds not words, twinky. I'll go."
Schenker ambles up on the muddy water. Spot r9+8=17; Search r10+9+1(if traps is involved)=19 or 20(again, if traps is involved).
Listen r12+8=20.
"I gotta taste the wadda too. Hrrm...."
Skarsnikt creeps up about 15' behind Shenker, just in case anything suddenly appears and attacks the ugly softshell.
The blow to Radik's ego is too much to bear.
With a snarl, he strides forward, pushing past the thri-keen, and shoving the creepy little man out of the way, the massive gladiator kneels and begins to gulp down handfuls of the dubious-looking water.
No. he doesn't touch Schenker.