Bruthgar keeps his eyes on Brodan, visibly thinking about attacking him again. “Didn’t know you’d be here. Was going to return to the Orclands. Nothing for me in Tarnos. Thugs tried to burn tavern down, I defended, guards tried to kill me.”
Bruthgar turns to Harq, just a bit too much so he can look straight at him with the one eye. “Other than blood? Treasure? Something that can help get me by?”
"Look, this is between you two at this point. He knowingly broke the rules, which caused you harm, though again... it's pretty ****ed up what happened, but I'm too tired to fight at the moment. It's been a very long day." He then gestures as if he's washing his hands of the situation, sheathes his rapier, and has a seat on the grass.
Helena raises a brow at Harq, fairly impressed with his ability to calm the situation. "Not sure, to be honest. We have a destination, we just don't know where it is. Perhaps, it'd be best for you to continue to where ever it was you were intending to go. We've had a long day and many of us just want to rest."
Lia puts away her crossbow and takes a seat as well. "Are we camping here then or trying to get back to the ship before we do so?" She asks the others.
"If ye be wantin a fight then I have no trouble obligin. Them damn fools in that tavern drew weapons and meant to be Killin. There weapons are blades while me own is magic. In a fight ye make sure you are the one survivn at the end." Brodan says as he crosses his arms and glares. If Bruthgar tries to attack his he will use his spell.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kronk looks at everyone and grunts tiredly. "Camp good bes idea. Hungry, forgot livers, sigh." Hw ill plunk down and, if not interrupted, pull out a ration and eat it with noisy gusto. "Why you follow?" He asks Bruthgar. "How heres you bes? Gotum boatsies?"
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Bruthgar keeps his eyes on Brodan, visibly thinking about attacking him again. “Didn’t know you’d be here. Was going to return to the Orclands. Nothing for me in Tarnos. Thugs tried to burn tavern down, I defended, guards tried to kill me.”
"Fair enough." Harq says, continuing "So, other than blood, what can my man here do to make it up to you?"
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Bruthgar turns to Harq, just a bit too much so he can look straight at him with the one eye. “Other than blood? Treasure? Something that can help get me by?”
"Look, this is between you two at this point. He knowingly broke the rules, which caused you harm, though again... it's pretty ****ed up what happened, but I'm too tired to fight at the moment. It's been a very long day." He then gestures as if he's washing his hands of the situation, sheathes his rapier, and has a seat on the grass.
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
“Where are you going anyway?”
Helena raises a brow at Harq, fairly impressed with his ability to calm the situation. "Not sure, to be honest. We have a destination, we just don't know where it is. Perhaps, it'd be best for you to continue to where ever it was you were intending to go. We've had a long day and many of us just want to rest."
Lia puts away her crossbow and takes a seat as well. "Are we camping here then or trying to get back to the ship before we do so?" She asks the others.
"If ye be wantin a fight then I have no trouble obligin. Them damn fools in that tavern drew weapons and meant to be Killin. There weapons are blades while me own is magic. In a fight ye make sure you are the one survivn at the end." Brodan says as he crosses his arms and glares. If Bruthgar tries to attack his he will use his spell.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Kronk looks at everyone and grunts tiredly. "Camp good bes idea. Hungry, forgot livers, sigh." Hw ill plunk down and, if not interrupted, pull out a ration and eat it with noisy gusto. "Why you follow?" He asks Bruthgar. "How heres you bes? Gotum boatsies?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.