“That’s a fine idea Zennas.. are any of you versed in this kind of tactic? I myself, am... less discrete.. it is good to be able to pick a healer out quickly on a battlefield.. but not so good when trying to skulk about in the shadows”.
I can break off from the group before we meet up with the caravans, once the rest of you begin to confront them I will sneak in the back and take a look. If thingsgets to heated, I'm already in the perfect position to light up the caravans.
Ha ha. I like that plan, I should've expected as much from you. Make sure you take anything we can use out of there before you set fire to it, no sense in burning good stuff. If they decide to get violent, they won't need it anymore anyway. Zander gulps down the rest of his Caf. Is everyone done eating? Should we get this show started?
Morwen rings the bell twice. Her staff begins clearing the table and a young chambermaid comes to take her to her chamber for the evening. "Fare thee well. I look forward to hear8ng your favorable report on the morrow." She starts from the room, stops and turns. "I nearly forgot. There was one other individual supposed to be here this evening, but, as of his last message, he was running behind and would not be here til late. I can only assume he is here by now and is most likely awaiting you outside."
Lae places his hand on the waiters arm as he reaches to clear the plate and politely whispers with a smile, “perhaps we could kindly get a few pies to go?”
As you walk outside, you notice a figure innam ash gray cloak sitting on a stump eating a pie while hoping another, although the one he is eating appears to be savory and not sweet (a kind of a meat hand pie). He looks a bit elvish, but not like one you have ever seen before. His skin is ash grey, his head appears to be on fire, though the flames are black. As the breeze stirs, a faint hint of the sulphuric smell of brimstone hits your nostrils.
"Hello my na....."[starts screaming and saying sorry over and over wile clutching his head after a wile it stops and he regains control]. "My name is necros what can i do for you."
“Arghh... you can stop screaming for one thing! ...Your going to wake the whole village if you keep that racket up.. why are you doing that anyway.. what was it Necros you said?”
Maybe it would be worth taking a look in these caravans to better assess what they could be capable of. Discreetly of course.
“That’s a fine idea Zennas.. are any of you versed in this kind of tactic? I myself, am... less discrete.. it is good to be able to pick a healer out quickly on a battlefield.. but not so good when trying to skulk about in the shadows”.
That could work. What did you have in mind?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I can break off from the group before we meet up with the caravans, once the rest of you begin to confront them I will sneak in the back and take a look. If thingsgets to heated, I'm already in the perfect position to light up the caravans.
Ha ha. I like that plan, I should've expected as much from you. Make sure you take anything we can use out of there before you set fire to it, no sense in burning good stuff. If they decide to get violent, they won't need it anymore anyway. Zander gulps down the rest of his Caf. Is everyone done eating? Should we get this show started?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
“Mmmm.. Ready when you lot are..” Laek mumbles through another pie as he stuffs a third into a napkin and puts it in his pocket.
Morwen rings the bell twice. Her staff begins clearing the table and a young chambermaid comes to take her to her chamber for the evening. "Fare thee well. I look forward to hear8ng your favorable report on the morrow." She starts from the room, stops and turns. "I nearly forgot. There was one other individual supposed to be here this evening, but, as of his last message, he was running behind and would not be here til late. I can only assume he is here by now and is most likely awaiting you outside."
Lae places his hand on the waiters arm as he reaches to clear the plate and politely whispers with a smile, “perhaps we could kindly get a few pies to go?”
Well, outside we go. I won't turn down more help, strength in numbers, right? Perhaps we can run them off without a fight after all.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
The waiter smiles and continues his duties.
As you walk outside, you notice a figure innam ash gray cloak sitting on a stump eating a pie while hoping another, although the one he is eating appears to be savory and not sweet (a kind of a meat hand pie). He looks a bit elvish, but not like one you have ever seen before. His skin is ash grey, his head appears to be on fire, though the flames are black. As the breeze stirs, a faint hint of the sulphuric smell of brimstone hits your nostrils.
I am ready to go when the rest of you are. (he sais while polishing off the last of his pint)
“Ummm.. hello there.. friend... who might you be?”
Hello i am......"starts screaming saying sory over and over again"
I think your parents should have put a bit more effort into naming you, friend.
Yeah, that's an unfortunate thing to have to do every time you introduce yourself.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
“Arghh... stop that at once!” Lae growls as he clutches the torque around his neck.. “Be civil!”
"Hello my na....."[starts screaming and saying sorry over and over wile clutching his head after a wile it stops and he regains control]. "My name is necros what can i do for you."
“Arghh... you can stop screaming for one thing! ...Your going to wake the whole village if you keep that racket up.. why are you doing that anyway.. what was it Necros you said?”
I stay close the group just observing all the reactions to understand what that people do.
Hail, Necros. Zander looks at his brother. I think we can scrap being sneaky. But on the plus side, this one might scare them off on his own.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...