A quiet snort, and Merah waves a few fingers at the rats. "We got this. Don't worry 'bout it. Just don't come up and stab us in the back or anythin', 'cause I'd hate to have to kill ya."
Looking at the others and bouncing up onto the balls of her feet, Merah all but claps her hands together with a grin. "Guys. Orcs!" Her cheeriness is almost infectious, really - even if it's a little odd for the sheer desire to rush into danger. "Gods, I haven't fought an orc in so long. A lotta half-orcs recently, but that's 'cause they were the entire crew of that blasted ship, so that doesn't really count."
Ricster walks up to the rats and pulls a string of fur from each of them. "There! Now I will know where you’re going and what you're doing. So you better behave."
Valzrie shakes his head at the pitful squealing 'You won't be bald, just dead. This one is a powerful sorcerer and can track your thoughts and deeds from a great distance. Break your oath to us and suffer the consequences.' Help Ricsters' deception attempt.
The two rats shriek louder than before, positive they're going to die. Their voices start to crack as they hug each other and one starts crying. Less than a second later, something comes flying out of the bushes...
None of your eyes move fast enough to identify the object in time, and a great cloud of yellow stinking smoke erupts from it. The smell burns nostrils and assaults the eyes, similar to campfire smoke but with a hint of rotten eggs and sulfur.
In the fleeting moments that follow, you can hear the rats re-enter the bushes and the rustling seems to fade out going away from you all. As the smoke clears, you can see the backs of two of them, and the third inbetween them being dragged.
The third is actually looking at you, by virtue of how they're dragging it, and its kind of panicking, waving it's arms about. You can't quiet hear it over all the choking and coughing though.
Swearing up quite the storm in a couple different languages, Merah rears back, coughing and hacking. She tries to wave the cloud away from her face and ends up just covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve as she backpedals out of that cloud as quickly as she can. Once she's in the clear, she doubles over, hands on her knees as she tries to stop hacking up a lung.
"Alright, let's never do that again. I've smelled some terrible things in my time, and gods, that was probably the worst," she says once she's regained her breath. She swipes tears from the corners of her eyes with a grimace. "Which is sayin' somethin' 'cause I lived on a ship with a buncha people who didn't like showerin'."
Ricster wipes the tears from his eyes which came from the smell and chocking. As soon as the smoke dissipates, he quickly looks around for the source. "Careful, this could be an ambush."
Years of training had prepared the dragonborn Paladin for just this moment, leaping across the small bush he charged after the retreating ratty bandits, his legs and arms pumping. Rapidly closing the gap, he shifted course to pass the bandits and cut across their line of retreat. That put an armed and armored paladin, chest heaving from exertion, hand outstretched in the universal motion for 'stop' directly in the rattos path 'Hold oathbreakers! Release him or meet your fate!'
The three come to a jerking stop. The two runners don't quiet react right and they release the third right as the momentum meets its body. They reach out to grab him but, no luck, the bruised up form of third rat comes spilling across the floor. It lands in front of Valzrie in a ragdoll before bringing its hands to its face, slowly. It then lie still, apparently in an awful lot of pain from the weak groaning that replaced its previous screeching. The other two, however, resume their previous uselessness by embracing each other and blubbering loudly once more.
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Valzrie's face softens at the mewling and moaning of the pitiful creature now at his feet. 'Come, now, let me see your injuries' The paladin squats down and begins checking the injured creature over (Medicine 12) as he does so he shoots the over two a hard look 'One wrong move and I cut you both down like overripe sheathes of wheat'
The Paladin's meager medical knowledge isn't quite up to the challenge so instead, he relies on his faith, light cascading down his arms and into the bandit. (Lay on hands pool 3 hps)
The third rat looks up behind its raised arms in absolute confusion as Valzire awkwardly fidgets around its form during the medical assessment. When the light flows upon it, the rat just stays as still as it can but starting feeling slightly better and totally lost.
The other two freeze when they're yelled at, but continue to hug each other. they stand there and watch in silence as the light fades.
Lifting the injured rat bandit up and onto his feet, the paladin steps back and dusts off his hands. 'Speak now Oathbreakers. What manner of trickery was that? Where are you running off too?'
"Fleeing makes you look guilty' hands on his hips the Dragonborn continues to block their retreat and looks back down the path to see if his comrades are closing in.
Merah watches the dragonborn take off after the rats at a dead sprint. She slaps a hand to her face and lets out a sigh. Then she looks at Ricster. "Guess we better go see what he's doin'."
She comes up behind the rats, hand once again on her mace as she gets closer. "So, uh, what's goin' on now, exactly?"
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A quiet snort, and Merah waves a few fingers at the rats. "We got this. Don't worry 'bout it. Just don't come up and stab us in the back or anythin', 'cause I'd hate to have to kill ya."
Looking at the others and bouncing up onto the balls of her feet, Merah all but claps her hands together with a grin. "Guys. Orcs!" Her cheeriness is almost infectious, really - even if it's a little odd for the sheer desire to rush into danger. "Gods, I haven't fought an orc in so long. A lotta half-orcs recently, but that's 'cause they were the entire crew of that blasted ship, so that doesn't really count."
Ricster walks up to the rats and pulls a string of fur from each of them. "There! Now I will know where you’re going and what you're doing. So you better behave."
Deception 0
(I don't know what I'm doing. XD )
The first rat Ricster pulls a hair from shreiks and it starts the whole crew off again. The second's hair merely increased the volume.
"They're going to shave us!" "Well be bald!" "Ahhhh!!" "Ahhh!!!"
From the back you hear the third,
"Bald?! Noooooo!!" trailing off pathetically into screams.
Valzrie shakes his head at the pitful squealing 'You won't be bald, just dead. This one is a powerful sorcerer and can track your thoughts and deeds from a great distance. Break your oath to us and suffer the consequences.'
Help Ricsters' deception attempt.
Intimidation 17The two rats shriek louder than before, positive they're going to die. Their voices start to crack as they hug each other and one starts crying. Less than a second later, something comes flying out of the bushes...
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Perception 5
Merah just watches her two companions with a dumbfounded look. What in the world are they doing?
Perception: 10
Perception 11
None of your eyes move fast enough to identify the object in time, and a great cloud of yellow stinking smoke erupts from it. The smell burns nostrils and assaults the eyes, similar to campfire smoke but with a hint of rotten eggs and sulfur.
In the fleeting moments that follow, you can hear the rats re-enter the bushes and the rustling seems to fade out going away from you all. As the smoke clears, you can see the backs of two of them, and the third inbetween them being dragged.
The third is actually looking at you, by virtue of how they're dragging it, and its kind of panicking, waving it's arms about. You can't quiet hear it over all the choking and coughing though.
Swearing up quite the storm in a couple different languages, Merah rears back, coughing and hacking. She tries to wave the cloud away from her face and ends up just covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve as she backpedals out of that cloud as quickly as she can. Once she's in the clear, she doubles over, hands on her knees as she tries to stop hacking up a lung.
"Alright, let's never do that again. I've smelled some terrible things in my time, and gods, that was probably the worst," she says once she's regained her breath. She swipes tears from the corners of her eyes with a grimace. "Which is sayin' somethin' 'cause I lived on a ship with a buncha people who didn't like showerin'."
Ricster wipes the tears from his eyes which came from the smell and chocking. As soon as the smoke dissipates, he quickly looks around for the source. "Careful, this could be an ambush."
Coughing and sputtering, Valxrie charges after the fleeing Rat Bandits yelling 'Hold there, oathbreakers or I will strike you down'.
Athletics 12
Years of training had prepared the dragonborn Paladin for just this moment, leaping across the small bush he charged after the retreating ratty bandits, his legs and arms pumping. Rapidly closing the gap, he shifted course to pass the bandits and cut across their line of retreat. That put an armed and armored paladin, chest heaving from exertion, hand outstretched in the universal motion for 'stop' directly in the rattos path 'Hold oathbreakers! Release him or meet your fate!'
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The three come to a jerking stop. The two runners don't quiet react right and they release the third right as the momentum meets its body. They reach out to grab him but, no luck, the bruised up form of third rat comes spilling across the floor. It lands in front of Valzrie in a ragdoll before bringing its hands to its face, slowly. It then lie still, apparently in an awful lot of pain from the weak groaning that replaced its previous screeching. The other two, however, resume their previous uselessness by embracing each other and blubbering loudly once more.
Valzrie's face softens at the mewling and moaning of the pitiful creature now at his feet. 'Come, now, let me see your injuries' The paladin squats down and begins checking the injured creature over (Medicine 12) as he does so he shoots the over two a hard look 'One wrong move and I cut you both down like overripe sheathes of wheat'
The Paladin's meager medical knowledge isn't quite up to the challenge so instead, he relies on his faith, light cascading down his arms and into the bandit. (Lay on hands pool 3 hps)
The third rat looks up behind its raised arms in absolute confusion as Valzire awkwardly fidgets around its form during the medical assessment. When the light flows upon it, the rat just stays as still as it can but starting feeling slightly better and totally lost.
The other two freeze when they're yelled at, but continue to hug each other. they stand there and watch in silence as the light fades.
Lifting the injured rat bandit up and onto his feet, the paladin steps back and dusts off his hands. 'Speak now Oathbreakers. What manner of trickery was that? Where are you running off too?'
The rats answer, speaking as loud and clearly as they can, at the exact same time,
"We'r-" "-Wha-" "-eno-" "-tdo-" "-tgo-" "-you-" "-ing-'' "-wan-" "-any-" "-t?W-" "-whe-" "-e're-" "-re!-" "-try-" "-Wej-" "-ing-" "-ust-" "-tol-" "-wan-" "-eav" "-tto-" "-e!-" "-leave!"
"Fleeing makes you look guilty' hands on his hips the Dragonborn continues to block their retreat and looks back down the path to see if his comrades are closing in.
Merah watches the dragonborn take off after the rats at a dead sprint. She slaps a hand to her face and lets out a sigh. Then she looks at Ricster. "Guess we better go see what he's doin'."
She comes up behind the rats, hand once again on her mace as she gets closer. "So, uh, what's goin' on now, exactly?"