Robin, glancing between the members of the group, and hoping that things are resolved, at least for now, follows after the metallic figure of the warforge. "At least this set of skeletons has failed." She corrects. "That does not mean there are not more, so keep your sensors on alert." She pulls a piece of parchment out of her pouch, and holds it in her hand as she walks after the others towards the village.
As Robin shares her theory about the reason for the skeletons premise Stitch shoots her an inquisitive look. Wondering what she could be implying.
When Case addresses Stitch directly he will nod vigorously in an affirmative manner. Though he will refrain from speaking. He watches as Case seems to take the lead of this newly formed clan on the remaining wall into town.
Stitch remains on Drego’s shoulders. (Provided that’s okay with Drego though I suspect it won’t be an issue.) He watches as Robin yet again pulls out a parchment and tries to write on it in the rain and is overcome with what he feels is a wonderful idea. He causes a mage hand to appear covering the parchment to protect it from the rain. Then just after a small humanoid-like figure made of light appears and ‘sits’ on her shoulder to provide just a touch more light for whatever she’s writing on the parchment. dancing lights Stitch does his best to maintain both spells as long as it is raining all the way into town.
Robin frowns as the strange hand appears and then attempt to block the rain from the parchment. When the ball of glowing light appears at her shoulder she would look at it briefly and then chuckle and amusement. glancing over her shoulders she looks at the others to see if she can tell who was the one to cast the two spells.
unable to tell who specifically cast the spell, Robin gives a shrug. “The parchment is for casting spells if I need them. “She explains, waving the parchment in the air. “And I don’t really need the light, since I can see in darkness just fine. “She gives the group a smile though. “I do appreciate the sentiment though. So thank you very much. “
Péiste Mór lifts one eyelid to look at Case, rolls the eye, then closes it again as they let out a 'Snuff!' of smoke from their nostrils.
A while later, as they ride half on Jaxium's pack, half on his shoulders, Péiste Mór looks over at Stitch and throws them a wink. "hmmm, much easier mode of transport, no?"
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Jax falls to his knees amid the crushed bones, briefly breathing heavily, but not taxed a great deal from the very short fight. His eyes refocus and he looks around at these new capable fighters and up at PM, who slowly settles on his shoulders.
He points to the wounds on the other living beings and says to his passenger, "the skeletons made those, not me, right?"When assured he did not injure anyone else, he kicks around the bone pile a bit, looking for anything identifiable, finding nothing. The conversation washes over him and he finishes calming down. He puzzles over why he did not hit any skeletons either, miming some practice swings as if working out the rust.
A brief memory. A wound healing over. A glimpse of a goblin pointing. A now-familiar phrase.
As the new party begins walking to the town, Jax pads up behind Drego and Stitch, orbiting around in front of them and stopping. His severe general expression lifts. "You did not have to heal this wound. But you did. Thank you, little one."
And he turns and walks ahead of the group, unclicking the haft of his large weapon and slipping the blades of the two scimitars into twin sheathes.
unable to tell who specifically cast the spell, Robin gives a shrug. “The parchment is for casting spells if I need them. “She explains, waving the parchment in the air. “And I don’t really need the light, since I can see in darkness just fine. “She gives the group a smile though. “I do appreciate the sentiment though. So thank you very much. “
Stitch allows himself a sly smile and drops the spells since she said she didn’t need them.
When Péiste Mór looks over at Stitch and throws them a wink. "hmmm, much easier mode of transport, no?"
Stitch returns the wink and happily says, “I am Stitch!” though he tries to keep it quiet enough the cranky robot doesn’t hear him.
Stitch also nods happily as Jax acknowledged his efforts to heal him after that mean old skeleton whacked at him earlier.
(Absolutely wonderful rp guys! Everyone take an inspiration for it)
After recollecting yourselves, the six of you continue down the road towards Teryk. Fortunately, the last fifteen to twenty minutes of the walk are uneventful, and soon you reach the town. Entering Teryk, you are faced with a dusty main street bordered by stone buildings and sculptures. Standing with their back to one of the statues is a young person with short black hair clothed in a long black robe, a red teardrop shape embroidered on their breast. Facing them is two people in more traditional Karrnathi clothing, a woman with her brown hair in a militaristic cut and a man with braids in his reddish hair. The man takes a menacing step towards the black-robed person. “Maybe this is your fault, bloodletter! Maybe we should throw you all out of town and burn your filthy compound to the ground!” It’s clear the situation is going to escalate soon.
Case sees the confrontation occurring. Then he turns to the group, seemingly ignoring the situation, "Does anyone have a good idea for how we should begin looking for information about the blight?"
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Drego shoots Case an annoyed look and shakes his head, stepping forward and to the right, spreading out to set a flanking position and get a clear line of sight if he has to shoot anyone. As he moves he whispers to Stitch 'Climb down but stay close my friend'
Stitch nods quietly in response to Drego. It looks like the situation near the statue is about to come to blows. And spreading out would likely be a good thing.
"Hold up there!" Robin says, giving a shake of her head at the warforge's lack of common sense, as well as the others for lack of empathy. She strides towards the two in normal clothes, her own eyes staying on the one in the robes though. "Can you good people explain what is going on here?" She asks as she moves. "Why do you believe this individual is part of the problem besetting your town?"
The two Karrns turn to glare at Robin as she comes up. The red-haired woman jerks her hand in the direction of the person in the robes. "Because they're a Seeker," she growls. "They play with dark magics. We tolerate it when they use those to help Karrnath, but they aren't doing a Dolurrh-damned thing here. Seems awfully suspicious, huh?"
The Seeker takes advantage of the distraction to edge several steps away from the angry Karrns, putting them closer to the middle of the road and giving them a clear exit if things turn nasty. Now that you're closer, you can see they have light grey eyes are quite young, perhaps in their late twenties. Their face is absolutely serene, and they have an air of quiet self-possession that suggests while this is likely a dangerous situation for them, they aren't panicking or frightened.
"That is all fine and good." Robin says with a nod to the two. "But what does anything you have said so far have to do with why this particular Seeker is at fault here?" She asks giving the two a raised eyebrow. "And what proof do you have that any of her sort has actually caused this problem."
She waits for the two to answer, if they wish, but then turns to the Seeker. "I do wish to know what, if anything, you know about what is happening in this place." She informs the person in the robes. "Please do not run away while I speak with the other two here."
Péiste Mór flaps their wings and hovers up and off of Jax's shoulders and over next to Robin, hovering about head height...
"mmmm, not doing Dolurrh-damned thing you say, yes?" the small dragon says with piqued interest. They then turn their next to look at Robin directly and ask "that is what they said, hmmm? yes?"
"well now and all, that's the end of the matter then, yes? no? should be yes... if two such exemplars as yourself are giving testimony that this here, was it seeker you called them? yes well, if you are indeed stating as fact that they have done nothing then there is no further cause for detaining them now, is there?" Péiste Mór argues in their slow, deliberate manner. "it truly was very kind of you two to be so forthcoming in the solving of this matter..."
(Persuasion 11 )
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Robin, glancing between the members of the group, and hoping that things are resolved, at least for now, follows after the metallic figure of the warforge. "At least this set of skeletons has failed." She corrects. "That does not mean there are not more, so keep your sensors on alert." She pulls a piece of parchment out of her pouch, and holds it in her hand as she walks after the others towards the village.
As Robin shares her theory about the reason for the skeletons premise Stitch shoots her an inquisitive look. Wondering what she could be implying.
When Case addresses Stitch directly he will nod vigorously in an affirmative manner. Though he will refrain from speaking. He watches as Case seems to take the lead of this newly formed clan on the remaining wall into town.
Stitch remains on Drego’s shoulders. (Provided that’s okay with Drego though I suspect it won’t be an issue.) He watches as Robin yet again pulls out a parchment and tries to write on it in the rain and is overcome with what he feels is a wonderful idea. He causes a mage hand to appear covering the parchment to protect it from the rain. Then just after a small humanoid-like figure made of light appears and ‘sits’ on her shoulder to provide just a touch more light for whatever she’s writing on the parchment. dancing lights Stitch does his best to maintain both spells as long as it is raining all the way into town.
Robin frowns as the strange hand appears and then attempt to block the rain from the parchment. When the ball of glowing light appears at her shoulder she would look at it briefly and then chuckle and amusement. glancing over her shoulders she looks at the others to see if she can tell who was the one to cast the two spells.
perception: 3
unable to tell who specifically cast the spell, Robin gives a shrug. “The parchment is for casting spells if I need them. “She explains, waving the parchment in the air. “And I don’t really need the light, since I can see in darkness just fine. “She gives the group a smile though. “I do appreciate the sentiment though. So thank you very much. “
Péiste Mór lifts one eyelid to look at Case, rolls the eye, then closes it again as they let out a 'Snuff!' of smoke from their nostrils.
A while later, as they ride half on Jaxium's pack, half on his shoulders, Péiste Mór looks over at Stitch and throws them a wink. "hmmm, much easier mode of transport, no?"
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Jax falls to his knees amid the crushed bones, briefly breathing heavily, but not taxed a great deal from the very short fight. His eyes refocus and he looks around at these new capable fighters and up at PM, who slowly settles on his shoulders.
He points to the wounds on the other living beings and says to his passenger, "the skeletons made those, not me, right?" When assured he did not injure anyone else, he kicks around the bone pile a bit, looking for anything identifiable, finding nothing. The conversation washes over him and he finishes calming down. He puzzles over why he did not hit any skeletons either, miming some practice swings as if working out the rust.
A brief memory. A wound healing over. A glimpse of a goblin pointing. A now-familiar phrase.
As the new party begins walking to the town, Jax pads up behind Drego and Stitch, orbiting around in front of them and stopping. His severe general expression lifts. "You did not have to heal this wound. But you did. Thank you, little one."
And he turns and walks ahead of the group, unclicking the haft of his large weapon and slipping the blades of the two scimitars into twin sheathes.
Stitch allows himself a sly smile and drops the spells since she said she didn’t need them.
When Péiste Mór looks over at Stitch and throws them a wink. "hmmm, much easier mode of transport, no?"
Stitch returns the wink and happily says, “I am Stitch!” though he tries to keep it quiet enough the cranky robot doesn’t hear him.
Stitch also nods happily as Jax acknowledged his efforts to heal him after that mean old skeleton whacked at him earlier.
"hmmmm, is your swing off?" Péiste Mór asks Jax quietly, "or perhaps your luck was lost, hmmmm? stolen even?"
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
(Absolutely wonderful rp guys! Everyone take an inspiration for it)
After recollecting yourselves, the six of you continue down the road towards Teryk. Fortunately, the last fifteen to twenty minutes of the walk are uneventful, and soon you reach the town. Entering Teryk, you are faced with a dusty main street bordered by stone buildings and sculptures. Standing with their back to one of the statues is a young person with short black hair clothed in a long black robe, a red teardrop shape embroidered on their breast. Facing them is two people in more traditional Karrnathi clothing, a woman with her brown hair in a militaristic cut and a man with braids in his reddish hair. The man takes a menacing step towards the black-robed person. “Maybe this is your fault, bloodletter! Maybe we should throw you all out of town and burn your filthy compound to the ground!” It’s clear the situation is going to escalate soon.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Case sees the confrontation occurring. Then he turns to the group, seemingly ignoring the situation, "Does anyone have a good idea for how we should begin looking for information about the blight?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Drego shoots Case an annoyed look and shakes his head, stepping forward and to the right, spreading out to set a flanking position and get a clear line of sight if he has to shoot anyone. As he moves he whispers to Stitch 'Climb down but stay close my friend'
Stitch nods quietly in response to Drego. It looks like the situation near the statue is about to come to blows. And spreading out would likely be a good thing.
"Hold up there!" Robin says, giving a shake of her head at the warforge's lack of common sense, as well as the others for lack of empathy. She strides towards the two in normal clothes, her own eyes staying on the one in the robes though. "Can you good people explain what is going on here?" She asks as she moves. "Why do you believe this individual is part of the problem besetting your town?"
The two Karrns turn to glare at Robin as she comes up. The red-haired woman jerks her hand in the direction of the person in the robes. "Because they're a Seeker," she growls. "They play with dark magics. We tolerate it when they use those to help Karrnath, but they aren't doing a Dolurrh-damned thing here. Seems awfully suspicious, huh?"
The Seeker takes advantage of the distraction to edge several steps away from the angry Karrns, putting them closer to the middle of the road and giving them a clear exit if things turn nasty. Now that you're closer, you can see they have light grey eyes are quite young, perhaps in their late twenties. Their face is absolutely serene, and they have an air of quiet self-possession that suggests while this is likely a dangerous situation for them, they aren't panicking or frightened.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"That is all fine and good." Robin says with a nod to the two. "But what does anything you have said so far have to do with why this particular Seeker is at fault here?" She asks giving the two a raised eyebrow. "And what proof do you have that any of her sort has actually caused this problem."
She waits for the two to answer, if they wish, but then turns to the Seeker. "I do wish to know what, if anything, you know about what is happening in this place." She informs the person in the robes. "Please do not run away while I speak with the other two here."
Péiste Mór flaps their wings and hovers up and off of Jax's shoulders and over next to Robin, hovering about head height...
"mmmm, not doing Dolurrh-damned thing you say, yes?" the small dragon says with piqued interest. They then turn their next to look at Robin directly and ask "that is what they said, hmmm? yes?"
"well now and all, that's the end of the matter then, yes? no? should be yes... if two such exemplars as yourself are giving testimony that this here, was it seeker you called them? yes well, if you are indeed stating as fact that they have done nothing then there is no further cause for detaining them now, is there?" Péiste Mór argues in their slow, deliberate manner. "it truly was very kind of you two to be so forthcoming in the solving of this matter..."
(Persuasion 11 )
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Case turns and walks smoothly across the muddy road to stand near Robin. He watches the interaction carefully but says nothing for the moment.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Jax steps a bit closer to PM and looks around to see if anyone else is out, especially looking at the current fight, especially hiding.
Not wanting to be involved in any ruckus, Stitch looks for a place from which he can observe everything that’s going on and yet be hard to see.
Drego keeps his distance and scans the surrounding area, looking to see if anyone or anything else is headed towards the kerfuffle.
Perception 18