Jesail pauses for a moment looking at the two little creatures and decides not to attack. "IF you say they are friendly then I will leave them alone, as long as they stay friendly" He turns to Oren.
"I am Jesail Ash. Grand inquisitor of the lady Shelyn. I fight to preserve beauty and love across the land. I believe that Sarenrae and Shelyn's goals are not to far apart so if you don't mind, I'd consider you a brother in that regard. Now what is our first task? Hunting Pugwampi?" Jesail turns to look at Almah.
Note on appearance. Jesail is tall, about 6' 6". HE wears a fine emboidered velvet cloak and rugged traveling clothes underneath. His most unique feature is his hair and skin. His skin is very pale and his hair is almost white with a hue of green to it. He wears his hood, Like in is avatar pic, His exposed hair seems to be flowing as if there was a good breeze blowing it, but you are inside the tent.
Isz nudges Ripnok after the death threat subsides and says "Dybia e jyst alwedig ni Gremlins."
Isz nudges Ripnok after the death threat subsides and says "Dybia e jyst alwedig ni Gremlins."
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"Fyn a est alen dies?" Ripnok says with confused expression.
Isz nudges Ripnok after the death threat subsides and says "Dybia e jyst alwedig ni Gremlins."
** spoiler omitted **"Fyn a est alen dies?" Ripnok says with confused expression.
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"Awron awron, a agwedd ydy fel Choblynnod git'n'n ddrwg chymeriad. Atfydd dydy chyflawnder i mewn eiddo gwrteithia."
He flashes Jesail a big, toothy smile.
"Hello, gremlin."
Jesail looks at the rest of the party. "Who among you has the good sense in tracking to assist me in this endeavor?" He looks to the at the humanoids then turns his gaze with a curious expression at the two goblins who just called him a gremlin. "Well? You little fellows capable of acutally tracking a REAL gremlin or is insulting me your only skill?
Oren thoughtfully watches the pungent man disappear into the darkness. "What a strange person. You have reasons to suspect him, Lady Almah?"
Almah turned to the cleric and smiled Yes. He's a pervert who likes to spy on me. The guards have had to remove him from my tent on more than one occasion and then there were the problems him and Eloais seemed to have. To tell you the truth I suspect Dashki thought there was something going on between me and that creepy bag of bones and Dashki's very misplaced feelings might have caused him to do something he would regret. She paused for a moment and then cleared her throat The rumors going around camp that me and Eloais had something going didn't help. He was to be my fortune teller and thats all.
She looks to the rest of the group. So it looks like Cahal and Jasail are heading out on what I hope isn't a wild goose chase and a poor attempt by Dashki to save his own hide. I know we need a gnoll expert with us but if I knew he was going to be such a problem I wouldn't have ever hired him. Will anyone else be joining them?[b]
[b]Oh I'll go! I want to see these pugnaftuts that are supposed to be gremlins but aren't. Ripnok runs off to get his kit and comes back clinking and clanking from his many bottles and beakers. You have seen him do this before and it is strange because the bottles only seem to clink when he wants them to. He can be extremely quiet when needs be.
"I am no tracker but I think I should come along as well," Oren says. He touches the scimitar at his waist and reaches up to straighten his holy symbol on its leather cord.
"If these creatures truly exist, I would like to learn more of them. I've always believed the best way to learn a new thing is to experience it first hand." He turned his gaze back to Lady Almah and a smile lit his face.
Jesail looks to Ize and Marossa. "Will the two of you be joining also?"Jesail waits for their response.
Isz looks up from the scorpion he was chewing on.
"oh yes, I'm in. Let's do this!"
Jesail will look at the haggard slave girl. "You can tag along if you want but time is of the essence and tracks don't keep forever. Come my friends, let us do some hunting" Jesail will make his way to the spot where the burned wagon was and look around for any tracks.
Tracking:
Oren sketches a short bow to Lady Almah and follows Jesail out of the tent, keeping far enough back so that he doesn't get in the man's way.
Jesail ignores Dashiki's torment and pulls out a lamp and lights it. He then turns to the group and hand the lamp to Oran. "I've found the tracks. Keep close and be wary. Pugwampi are tricky little devil's". With that, Jesail will lead the way.
Jesail ignores Dashiki's torment and pulls out a lamp and lights it. He then turns to the group and hand the lamp to Oran. "I've found the tracks. Keep close and be wary. Pugwampi are tricky little devil's". With that, Jesail will lead the way.
Woo hoo! Here we go! Ripnok smiles a ghastly smile, row upon row of sharp teeth glinting in the torchlight.
With that he starts singing in Goblin
Marossa stays silent through the discussion in the tent, her mind hazily wandering through the day that had started with so much excitement. Now it seemed she was expected to go on some wild chase through the desert for a pug... pug... what was it's name?
Since she hadn't learned much from the halfling earlier she didn't mention her findings at all and simply walked out of the room with the others. She could really use a bit of pesh at the moment.. lethargy settling in her limps as she keeps to the new source of light.
Hearing one of the Goblins singing something about a road... and continuing to sing about the road... and continuing, she decides to add her own voice just to change the constant repetition and she begins humming at first and then opening into a simple poem she had learned.
How many a desert plain, wind-swept,
like the surface of a shield,
empty, impenetrable,
have I cut through on foot,
joining the near end to the far,
then looking out from a summit,
crouching sometimes,
then standing,
while mountain goats, flint-yellow,
graze around me,
meandering like maidens
draped in flowing shawls.
Mostly she speaks to herself, a calmness settling over her features as she uses the poem to distract herself from her need for pesh.
Isz quietly follows the group.
As the journy continues Jesail turns to the group. "Seeing as how we have some time, I am curious as to what brings you on this journey?" Jesail looks to the two Goblins. "I am especially curious about you two.
As the journy continues Jesail turns to the group. "Seeing as how we have some time, I am curious as to what brings you on this journey?" Jesail looks to the two Goblins. "I am especially curious about you two.
Ripnok looks at Jesail and smiles, I'm a slave. I am on this journey trying to earn my freedom. That and to be able to travel and meet all these people is a bonus! I am also hoping to find more ingredients and items for use in my craft. Would you like to see?!? He gets an almost manic look on his face and pulls out some vials and starts mixing things together, the vial bubbling like mad and violently...
Jesail looks to be uncomfortable at the questions. "Well, I um, I lost something and there was a rumor I might find it on this trip. Seeing as how it was the only option open to me, I took it. I'm a little late to the recruitment so I'm doing what I can to make myself useful."
Jesail sighed. "Very well friend I will tell you the story. I'm not out here on any religious crusade. I lost the only person who ever cared for me. One night I had got home and I noticed she was gone leaving a note that made my heart stop. So I search for her. It is a long shot but I heard she had been seen somewhere in this area. So here I am. This is my chance, to possibly find her. That's my story. Now no more secrets between us right?"
Saddened by Jesail's plight, Oren walks up to the man. "I will pray to Sarenrae that you're able to find this person that means so much to you. May the Dawnflower's light guide you."
Perception
Oren hails the rise of the sun with both palms raised up and a prayer to Sarenrae upon his lips.
Perception
Marossa stays silent for a time after her short song, her eyes not really paying attention to the area ahead or where she is going though she continues to hum out her little tune.
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Ripnok yells out in Goblin in his excitement Kortha tesh bsza!
He then runs towards a cactus to chase after the creature.
Jesail Pulls out his crossbow and turns to the others. "I saw something behind the cactus, spread out and be cautious.' He notices Ripnok racing for the cactus. Jesail moves quickly after the little creature. "Hey you! Be careful, Gremlins are dangerous, you rush in ahead and you could get hurt." Jesail pauses and thinks for a moment. "Why do I care?" He shakes his head. "Bah the goblin hasn't done anything to deserve this." Jesail quickly moves in to help Ripnok corner whatever is behind the cactus and, surprisingly, to make sure Ripnok doesn't come to harm.
Reflex save if needed:
Ripnok as you approach do you signal for your party members to approach? Also you hear some rather strange sounds coming from the creature...almost as he if he's laughing. Go ahead and make me a reflex save as you approach the cactus.
Anyone else doing anything as you see Ripnok running after a cactus, you don't see anything around it so it seems rather odd that he would yell out and then run up to it. Though maybe he's just exceptionally thursty. You've heard rumors of people in the desert drinking from cacti before.
Oren is puzzled at first as the goblin shouts in his strange tongue and rushes forward but nods grimly as Jesail shouts out his warning. Moving with slow deliberation, Oren draws his crossbow and ensures that it's properly loaded. Then he begins to circle around to the side, keeping his crossbow ready for whatever trouble might be awaiting them.
Broken out of her reverie by the shouting that starts up suddenly, Marossa's head snaps up alertly as she carefully draws a dagger from a hidden fold in the sash around her skirt. While she didn't have much skill with weapons beyond pointing the sharp end at the enemy, she wasn't going to be caught completely defenseless out here in the open desert.
Seeing their new companion Jesail fall into a pit of some foul smelling substance Marossa quickly runs forward to make sure he isn't hurt.
"Are you alright, Sir?
Marossa offers her hand in a helpful manner to get Jesail out of the small pit.
Jesail takes Marossa's hand and climbs out of the hole. Thank you. I'm okay. Just bruised my pride. Cursed pugwampi set a trap. Jesail's hood comes off and his greenish white hair begins to move all over as if it was caught in a strong wind. He nods to Marossa. okay. We'll get this creature. Jesail moves around to attempt to catch the little creature.
Jesail snorts. No less than the little beast deserves. Let's take what's left of it back to camp. Jesail turns to look at Marossa. He puts his hood back over his wild hair. He then observes Marossa curiously. "Are you okay miss?"
Heal check on Marossa. to attempt to detect her addiction