The hairs sticking up on Crispy's neck as her anger rose, she was expecting a logical retort from Liam, instead her eyes were drawn to Chubby grabbing a handaxe from his belt, and throwing it at the crone. She followed the arc of the handaxe sail right past it.
"There's a sample of dwarven negotiation!" She rumbles, annoyed. "Hit it's mark perfectly. That tree far away."
She tensed, watching the crone, waiting for her to make a move. Please make a move. Lets party.
Because the attack did not hit, the hag is not goaded unfortunatley :/ buuut you may have got the attention you wanted anyway ;)
The axe bumps past the hag’s shoulder as the handle hits her and bounces off to the board walk.
”I’m getting mixed messages from you lot! But... due to my unfortunate welcoming comittee, I am not surprised. Please, as the eldest sister in this coven, allow me to talk with you all. May I ask who sent you to disrupt us? Those tree striders, I’ll bet!”
"Who sent us isn't your concern," Liam replies levelly, with an air of calm that surprises even himself in this situation. "Just know that someone wants you and your 'sisters' here all dead. We're more than happy to continue making that happen, given the less-than-welcoming reception we've received so far, but I'm feeling a bit generous. You offer us some information you think we might be interested in, and we'll decide if it's worth leaving you alive."
"Hah!" The old hag replies. "You're a funny one! I'm not afraid of you lot in the slightest. Allow me to counter offer, as I'm feeling quite generous today. Leave us alone, here, minding our own business, and I won't obliterate you all to the nine hells!... I'll even sweeten the deal with a gift for each of you."
Crispy makes an exasperated motion with her shoulders. "Oh, gimme a-- you don't have anything I could possibly want, and the Hells don't scare me - I've seen it - and neither do you.” Crispy calls out, shifting her feet position to make a sprint for the hag. She signals to Chubby to get ready. Enough talk.
Cora swung and missed, drenched with sweat, her muscles aching - but her opponent was too fast. She screamed and threw her swords aside wildly to the sides and lunged at her target practice like a rabid animal, snarling and drooling with rage. A swift blow from the Commander's baton brought her down to the ground, and with more fury Cora clawed herself back up and sprung again at him, but again, was too fast and tripped her up again and she crashed into the ground. This went on for some time, until the bruises were purple, until the blood was dry. She laid on the ground, her body exhausted and unwilling to move anymore - finally the rage subsided. The Commander looked down at her and held the baton to her chin, and lifted her head up until her piercing blue eyes met his, the hint of frustrating and anger still deep inside her.
"We have much work to do with you." He told her. "You are wild, untamed. With time, you will be a weapon to be feared." She could barely breathe she was beyond exhausted, the fire of her rage taking a toll on her stamina. "I don't want to. Let me go..." The Commander scoffed, and smiled. "No, I have use for you. You are very young. We will tame the wild beast inside you, get you under control, hone that raw emotion into discipline I can use on my team. I will teach you the ways. Now get up and attack me again. GET UP."
She screamed and cried and everything ached. The martial training continued long through the night, long through the weeks, and long through the years, until it broke her body and soul, and she was reforged into something else, something that was much more human and less feral, but sometimes it was hard to control. Times like these, when the crone taunted them all, and it took all of her willpower to push the beast back in her belly, to try to continue to think and focus.
Chubby to shaggy-hag: “I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal-food-trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.”
"What...are you doing?" Crispy whispers to Liam. "You have to go to the bathroom? Is that what you're trying to signal? It's like this."
Crispy does the secret hand signal for "I have to go to the bathroom" in her secret rogue clique code. "You should have gone before we left." She adds.
Chubby out loud to Gregor: “Hey, Sir Gregor! Show this wench how we negotiate!”
Chubby to the hag: “You’re as ugly as an orc, without its charming personality. You’re so stupid, mind flayers pass on you because they don’t eat junk food.”
Gritting his teeth, Liam shakes his head is frustration before using *both* hands to rub his temples.
"You idiots!" he suddenly snaps at the others, his arms moving animatedly as he turns to face each of the of them in turn. "Did NONE of you hear the other hag mention sacrifices when she shouted at me? Does it not register with ANY of you that that means these hags have some dealings with the Yuan-ti? Do NONE of you think that might be something pertinent for us to find out more information about?"
When he stops moving, he is facing the others rather than Mumma Leg, who he is leaving his left side exposed to. On his right side, which is facing towards Nia, he again makes a signal with his hand, this time only raising two fingers.
Crispy turns to Chubby. "That was a good one. Ha!" She relaxes a little, amused by Chubby's wit. She then turns to Liam, who was shouting something or another. He was always yelling, or shouting, or sighing, or waving his hands around. Most of the time she didn't pay attention. This time was noooo exception.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asks, but almost immediately gets bored, turns back to Chubby and says. "Hey Chubbs, this hag is so scared of us, she won't even come closer."
Chubby out loud: “That’s because we put her ‘coven in the oven’ and without her sister, she’s a weak little girl! Hahahahaha!”
Chubby to Liam: “These pipsqueak hags CONTROL your brothers and sisters, my friend. There’s no negotiating with wenches who think they can squish the yuan-ti under their ugly fingernails for their own delusions of grandeur.”
Crispy roars in laughter, dropping her swords down to her waist. She had known Chubby to dish out insults, and hopefully his goading the crone into coming closer would work. Either way, the anger and frustration she had a moment ago was quickly melting away.
”Is that thing just gonna stand there, because I could listen to your insults all day, you fat bastard.” She slapped her old friend on the back. “Oh! Hey, do you remember that time you ate kobold meat by accident and you had the runs for a week?” She doubled over in laughter, wheezing.
The hag begins laughing and shaking her head slightly. "Still not good enough for ya, eh? Let me make this very clear, my darlings. If you don't take me up on my generous offer, you'll have more than just snakes to worry about while on this island. Not only you lot, but all your little friends ON THE BEACH, TOO!" Her voice echoes into a deep infernal roar which seemingly surrounds you as she begins to lose patience.
"Blahhh blahhhh blahhhh" She makes a silly motion with her hands, making them look like mouths. "Stop ruining our funny moment with your empty threats." She rolls her eyes at the hag. "Do something, or get the hell out of here. I'm not taking your offer."
She regains her razor sharp focus and raises her swords. "Your move, lets go."
The hairs sticking up on Crispy's neck as her anger rose, she was expecting a logical retort from Liam, instead her eyes were drawn to Chubby grabbing a handaxe from his belt, and throwing it at the crone. She followed the arc of the handaxe sail right past it.
"There's a sample of dwarven negotiation!" She rumbles, annoyed. "Hit it's mark perfectly. That tree far away."
She tensed, watching the crone, waiting for her to make a move. Please make a move. Lets party.
Because the attack did not hit, the hag is not goaded unfortunatley :/ buuut you may have got the attention you wanted anyway ;)
The axe bumps past the hag’s shoulder as the handle hits her and bounces off to the board walk.
”I’m getting mixed messages from you lot! But... due to my unfortunate welcoming comittee, I am not surprised. Please, as the eldest sister in this coven, allow me to talk with you all. May I ask who sent you to disrupt us? Those tree striders, I’ll bet!”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Who sent us isn't your concern," Liam replies levelly, with an air of calm that surprises even himself in this situation. "Just know that someone wants you and your 'sisters' here all dead. We're more than happy to continue making that happen, given the less-than-welcoming reception we've received so far, but I'm feeling a bit generous. You offer us some information you think we might be interested in, and we'll decide if it's worth leaving you alive."
"Hah!" The old hag replies. "You're a funny one! I'm not afraid of you lot in the slightest. Allow me to counter offer, as I'm feeling quite generous today. Leave us alone, here, minding our own business, and I won't obliterate you all to the nine hells!... I'll even sweeten the deal with a gift for each of you."
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Crispy makes an exasperated motion with her shoulders. "Oh, gimme a-- you don't have anything I could possibly want, and the Hells don't scare me - I've seen it - and neither do you.” Crispy calls out, shifting her feet position to make a sprint for the hag. She signals to Chubby to get ready. Enough talk.
The Commander knew how to tame a wild animal.
Cora swung and missed, drenched with sweat, her muscles aching - but her opponent was too fast. She screamed and threw her swords aside wildly to the sides and lunged at her target practice like a rabid animal, snarling and drooling with rage. A swift blow from the Commander's baton brought her down to the ground, and with more fury Cora clawed herself back up and sprung again at him, but again, was too fast and tripped her up again and she crashed into the ground. This went on for some time, until the bruises were purple, until the blood was dry. She laid on the ground, her body exhausted and unwilling to move anymore - finally the rage subsided. The Commander looked down at her and held the baton to her chin, and lifted her head up until her piercing blue eyes met his, the hint of frustrating and anger still deep inside her.
"We have much work to do with you." He told her. "You are wild, untamed. With time, you will be a weapon to be feared."
She could barely breathe she was beyond exhausted, the fire of her rage taking a toll on her stamina. "I don't want to. Let me go..."
The Commander scoffed, and smiled. "No, I have use for you. You are very young. We will tame the wild beast inside you, get you under control, hone that raw emotion into discipline I can use on my team. I will teach you the ways. Now get up and attack me again. GET UP."
She screamed and cried and everything ached. The martial training continued long through the night, long through the weeks, and long through the years, until it broke her body and soul, and she was reforged into something else, something that was much more human and less feral, but sometimes it was hard to control. Times like these, when the crone taunted them all, and it took all of her willpower to push the beast back in her belly, to try to continue to think and focus.
She didn't want anyone but herself in her head.
"Are you certain you won't accept my offer?" Liam asks again.
Behind his back, where Nia can see it but Mumma Leg can't, he raises three fingers.
Three fingers = three middle fingers, telling Nia to throw a fastball fireball? Yes please!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Chubby to shaggy-hag: “I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal-food-trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Actually it's thumb, index, and middle fingers. Setting up a countdown based on how Mumma Leg responds.
Liam visibly sighs at Chubby's retort.
((Anyone with Passive Insight 12 or higher would note that it's a LOT more blatantly obvious than his usual sighs.))
"That's really not helpful at the moment, Chubby."
"What...are you doing?" Crispy whispers to Liam. "You have to go to the bathroom? Is that what you're trying to signal? It's like this."
Crispy does the secret hand signal for "I have to go to the bathroom" in her secret rogue clique code. "You should have gone before we left." She adds.
Chubby out loud to Gregor: “Hey, Sir Gregor! Show this wench how we negotiate!”
Chubby to the hag: “You’re as ugly as an orc, without its charming personality. You’re so stupid, mind flayers pass on you because they don’t eat junk food.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Not. Helping," Liam whispers back.
Gritting his teeth, Liam shakes his head is frustration before using *both* hands to rub his temples.
"You idiots!" he suddenly snaps at the others, his arms moving animatedly as he turns to face each of the of them in turn. "Did NONE of you hear the other hag mention sacrifices when she shouted at me? Does it not register with ANY of you that that means these hags have some dealings with the Yuan-ti? Do NONE of you think that might be something pertinent for us to find out more information about?"
When he stops moving, he is facing the others rather than Mumma Leg, who he is leaving his left side exposed to. On his right side, which is facing towards Nia, he again makes a signal with his hand, this time only raising two fingers.
Crispy turns to Chubby. "That was a good one. Ha!" She relaxes a little, amused by Chubby's wit. She then turns to Liam, who was shouting something or another. He was always yelling, or shouting, or sighing, or waving his hands around. Most of the time she didn't pay attention. This time was noooo exception.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asks, but almost immediately gets bored, turns back to Chubby and says. "Hey Chubbs, this hag is so scared of us, she won't even come closer."
Chubby out loud: “That’s because we put her ‘coven in the oven’ and without her sister, she’s a weak little girl! Hahahahaha!”
Chubby to Liam: “These pipsqueak hags CONTROL your brothers and sisters, my friend. There’s no negotiating with wenches who think they can squish the yuan-ti under their ugly fingernails for their own delusions of grandeur.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Crispy roars in laughter, dropping her swords down to her waist. She had known Chubby to dish out insults, and hopefully his goading the crone into coming closer would work. Either way, the anger and frustration she had a moment ago was quickly melting away.
”Is that thing just gonna stand there, because I could listen to your insults all day, you fat bastard.” She slapped her old friend on the back. “Oh! Hey, do you remember that time you ate kobold meat by accident and you had the runs for a week?” She doubled over in laughter, wheezing.
The hag begins laughing and shaking her head slightly. "Still not good enough for ya, eh? Let me make this very clear, my darlings. If you don't take me up on my generous offer, you'll have more than just snakes to worry about while on this island. Not only you lot, but all your little friends ON THE BEACH, TOO!" Her voice echoes into a deep infernal roar which seemingly surrounds you as she begins to lose patience.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Blahhh blahhhh blahhhh" She makes a silly motion with her hands, making them look like mouths. "Stop ruining our funny moment with your empty threats." She rolls her eyes at the hag. "Do something, or get the hell out of here. I'm not taking your offer."
She regains her razor sharp focus and raises her swords. "Your move, lets go."
Shaking his head, Liam drops both fingers on his left hand before giving Nia a brief, terse nod.