Seeing that Ev'alish had paid for the food and drink, Gryrim thought it rude to leave the inn before at least trying the fares from the kitchen. The food is served just as Khessa and the Dragonborn leave the inn. Gryrim, in traditional Dwarven style, stuffs a handful of venison into his mouth and washes it down with ale. "Mmm, not bad! Keep this will ya. I'll be back to finish". He darts out the door just in time to see an old lady part ways with the new family
« My name is Ethar, though few call me that. Someone as old as myself, and as cantankerous, does not make many friends among villagers. You are kind to ask. » Ethar smiles sadly, but there is warmth in her eyes, her light renewed. « Do not allow me to slow you down, you must have things to do. The town prepares for an attack. »
"For an attack?" is really surprised Khessa "We did not know of that! Darathra must know more, we will ask her and discuss with her how to help".
'Hoping that this one still lives...' does NOT say the blonde arcane warrior, remembering the tragic fate of poor lady Velrosa, the lady of Nightstone. 'But what I'm thinking! Giants have not yet attacked here! Plus, they can not even be too much near, or Anator would have spotted them already. OF COURSE the lady of this town must still be alive'.
The tall warrior-mage puts aside her unlikely worries and gives the old woman a last caress on the cheeck: "With you in our hearts, Ethar, we will have one more reason to do our best. Be well!"
Then, keeping Yondra and Sarvin near herself, she joins Ev'alish (and Kan, if he is still in sight), beckons Gryrim to follow: "Hey Lad! Maybe there will be work for us soon!" and resumes her search for Darathra.
(So sorry, I literally have another SKT game IRL with an owl familiar.)
"Tall green humanoids, and big birds that they ride on on the ground" Anator replies.
(No problem Goliath, nothing to be sorry about: there would be nothing wrong with having an owl familiar; but Khessa, with her fear of the dark, has opted for the familiar that best gets by in total darkness)
"Hey guys!" Khessa tries to get the attention of the Cabbage Patch Companions, while Anator comes back to rest on her shoulder, hidden by her long blonde curls "Maybe an attack is coming! Anator saw a band of tall green humanoids approaching. They are riding (on the ground) big birds. I don't think they are goblins, as goblins should not be very tall... they could be orcs, for example. Or trolls. Depends on how tall they are. Anyway, my feminine instinct tells me they are not coming here to buy horses. Let's hurry up and find Darathra; whether she was expecting the attack or not, we better help her organize the defense".
"Very well!" Khessa exclaims, already starting to head to where the guard told her "Thank you for the information!" she smiles "We have to warn her of a probable attack... And maybe we can also be actively of assistance".
With that, if the guards let her pass without objecting... she goes on to the back.
Meanwhile, he telepathically inquires from Anator: "Can you tell me how many green humanoids there were? Even just an approximate number... five? Ten? Fifty?"
Ev'alish hurries down the corridor. He calls ahead: "Madam Darathra, we art here to lend our blades, shields, and spells in defense of thy town, if thou wills it."
Still pulling what he thinks is venison from between his teeth as he walks, almost running, behind his long legged companions, Gryrim enters the guardhouse last. He waits for Khessa to find this Darathra and initiate a plan - if there is one.
"Big numbers..." mumbles Khessa "and we just lost our primary mass-damage dealer. Oh, well, we'll try to even things with a properly set ambush. If we can lure the ground forces to charge and fall in a hidden pit or something, that would leave only the air force to cope with...".
"Kan," she asks "it seems that the attackers will be many... It would be great to have some means to damage many of them at a time. Do you think you would you be able to build a 'barrel boy' like the one you came up with in Nightstone?"
In the meantime, she goes on to the back, following the directions the guard gave her, looking for Darathra.
Kan pops a wooden tablet into a slot on a bracer affixed to his wrist. Barrel Boi begins to assemble in front of him.
"Yeah, but... I mean, it works best if they bunch up. You can make that happen?"
We can try" reflects Khessa. "I can lure them to mass-attack me, if they see me as a lone defender. Or an illusion by Gryrim could also do the trick. Then, your construct could harm them all. And my dear Ev'alish also, with his breath weapon. I think we can do it".
Seeing that Ev'alish had paid for the food and drink, Gryrim thought it rude to leave the inn before at least trying the fares from the kitchen. The food is served just as Khessa and the Dragonborn leave the inn. Gryrim, in traditional Dwarven style, stuffs a handful of venison into his mouth and washes it down with ale. "Mmm, not bad! Keep this will ya. I'll be back to finish". He darts out the door just in time to see an old lady part ways with the new family
This feels like stranger danger
"For an attack?" is really surprised Khessa "We did not know of that! Darathra must know more, we will ask her and discuss with her how to help".
'Hoping that this one still lives...' does NOT say the blonde arcane warrior, remembering the tragic fate of poor lady Velrosa, the lady of Nightstone. 'But what I'm thinking! Giants have not yet attacked here! Plus, they can not even be too much near, or Anator would have spotted them already. OF COURSE the lady of this town must still be alive'.
The tall warrior-mage puts aside her unlikely worries and gives the old woman a last caress on the cheeck: "With you in our hearts, Ethar, we will have one more reason to do our best. Be well!"
Then, keeping Yondra and Sarvin near herself, she joins Ev'alish (and Kan, if he is still in sight), beckons Gryrim to follow: "Hey Lad! Maybe there will be work for us soon!" and resumes her search for Darathra.
(OOC: Anator is a bat, not an owl, but OK)
Khessa looks worried at her familiar: "Anator, my dear brother! Welcome back! You did well to warn me. What do the creatures you've seen look like?"
(OOC: Now they are at a distance that allow telepathy - is Khessa able to see directly in Anator's mind what he saw?)
“We shalt assist with the preparation efforts, then.” Ev’alish replies, leading the way toward Darathra.
(No problem Goliath, nothing to be sorry about: there would be nothing wrong with having an owl familiar; but Khessa, with her fear of the dark, has opted for the familiar that best gets by in total darkness)
"Hey guys!" Khessa tries to get the attention of the Cabbage Patch Companions, while Anator comes back to rest on her shoulder, hidden by her long blonde curls "Maybe an attack is coming! Anator saw a band of tall green humanoids approaching. They are riding (on the ground) big birds. I don't think they are goblins, as goblins should not be very tall... they could be orcs, for example. Or trolls. Depends on how tall they are. Anyway, my feminine instinct tells me they are not coming here to buy horses. Let's hurry up and find Darathra; whether she was expecting the attack or not, we better help her organize the defense".
Kan curses and readies himself to run, but not looking to lead the charge.
"Well, let's get to it then! Hop to!"
Paladin - warforged - orange
At the guard house, looking for Darathra.
"Very well!" Khessa exclaims, already starting to head to where the guard told her "Thank you for the information!" she smiles "We have to warn her of a probable attack... And maybe we can also be actively of assistance".
With that, if the guards let her pass without objecting... she goes on to the back.
Meanwhile, he telepathically inquires from Anator: "Can you tell me how many green humanoids there were? Even just an approximate number... five? Ten? Fifty?"
Ev'alish hurries down the corridor. He calls ahead: "Madam Darathra, we art here to lend our blades, shields, and spells in defense of thy town, if thou wills it."
Still pulling what he thinks is venison from between his teeth as he walks, almost running, behind his long legged companions, Gryrim enters the guardhouse last. He waits for Khessa to find this Darathra and initiate a plan - if there is one.
"Big numbers..." mumbles Khessa "and we just lost our primary mass-damage dealer. Oh, well, we'll try to even things with a properly set ambush. If we can lure the ground forces to charge and fall in a hidden pit or something, that would leave only the air force to cope with...".
"Kan," she asks "it seems that the attackers will be many... It would be great to have some means to damage many of them at a time. Do you think you would you be able to build a 'barrel boy' like the one you came up with in Nightstone?"
In the meantime, she goes on to the back, following the directions the guard gave her, looking for Darathra.
Kan pops a wooden tablet into a slot on a bracer affixed to his wrist. Barrel Boi begins to assemble in front of him.
"Yeah, but... I mean, it works best if they bunch up. You can make that happen?"
Paladin - warforged - orange
We can try" reflects Khessa. "I can lure them to mass-attack me, if they see me as a lone defender. Or an illusion by Gryrim could also do the trick. Then, your construct could harm them all. And my dear Ev'alish also, with his breath weapon. I think we can do it".