Archibald looks around, flabbergasted. "Are there some professionals around here I don't know about? Last I saw, these people were busy getting whipped by everyone and everything. We have an opportunity to help."
Brimthenel gave the man a scowl. "The longer that beast ravages our livestock and terrorizes our people, the less safe our town will be. How long do you expect things to last under those conditions? Help us, and we will be in your debt. Spurn us and all you accomplish is making your life harder down the road."
Branch looks at Myrk with annoyance. “Look, we have offered to help, and we are going to. Now you are going to help by letting us know how to get silver, or another way to rid these creatures of this area. We are not here to sit idly by, which is apparently your consistent state.”
"Okay, Okay." Myrkfithr Sveinninn relents, holding his palms forward soothingly. "Look, I get it, you want to help. I meant no kind of insult, it's just..." He pauses, searching for the words. "...Forget it. But, if you're so dead-set on doing this, I'll have to ask Myrkfithr Chetowa. I haven't seen her for some time, she's run off to deal with her own business, but I can reach out. We could meet, uh... tomorrow, maybe?"
"Tomorrow." Branch looks at the man with incredulity. "Tomorrow, when the creature has come back overnight and has actually killed someone this time, you want to tell the family, what? You needed more nap time? Couldn't have been bothered to find Myrkfithr Chetowa when we asked?"
"No. That is unacceptable and you know it. We find her now. I'd like to know what she has been up to in the town anyways."
Anger, frustration, flashes in the young mage's eyes before a humourless laughter, flying in the face of Branch's posturing. Standing from his cot, he answers, "You think to prescribe to us what is acceptable, barnit?" He pushes past as he continues to chuckle, moving toward the door. "I'll tell you what, you want to meet with her? Then stop behaving like some wild untrained mutt, and--" A smirk. "stay."
The complexities of the sleeper's body language and vocal tone still elude the Thri-Kreen's efforts.
"Then stay with us in the woods, Myrkfithr Sveinninn. We came to you for help, and it seems unlike you to be standing on the sidelines while a friend goes to danger."Archibald offers him a hand.
Unable to read Sveinninn’s body language and unwilling to violate the privacy of his mind, Chatcho is at a loss. He does, however, recognize the effort his clutch-mates are making as well as the danger in waiting another night. He prepares to block the door with Web should Sveinninn continue towards the exit without helping.
"I'm going to go find her, so that we can have that meeting tomorrow."Myrkfithr Sveinninn insists, brushing Archibald's hand aside and pushing past him as well. "Is that not what you want?" He asks, turning as he does so such that he backsteps toward the door. As he does, he notices Chatcho's gesturing and reacts immediately but too slowly, caught in the vast network of silvery threads that charge into existence a moment later, suspended, trapped in his pose. "What is the meaning of this?" He snaps, anger flowing freely from him now. "Release me at once!"
"I like the way you all handle things." Brimthenel crossed his arms, struggling to keep a wry grin from spreading across his face. "Tell us what we want and this fiasco ends."
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A wild untrained mutt?? Branch is almost speechless with anger. She was not used to being treated this way as she stayed away from people like this. Did they not rescue him and the other from capture? And this is how they were treated in return?
She lets the others question, while she tries to calm herself down and watch him, trying to understand what he might be hiding
"You are dealing with forces outside your control."Myrkfithr Sveinninn growls, still struggling against his bonds. "Trust me, this is an act of charity... Fara!" Just like that, he fades into a mist, his form reappearing not 5 paces past the door's threshold. "Eldr!" He incants in that next moment, and with a flick of his wrist, a large fire bursts into being, blocking the doorway. "Abandon this foolish endeavor! It will only bring you ruin!" He calls through the flames, and then takes off at a sprint.
Brimthenel cursed out a Mythric chant and made a quick hand-motion.
BA: Cast Expeditious Retreat.
Dex Save: 21
The knight dashed after the mage, flame dancing across his chainmail as he sped behind his quarry. He grit his teeth, desperately trying to resist any burning pain that had arisen as he threw himself at Myrkfithr.
(Since this is pbp, I'm hoping Branch's actions can come before the others jumped through the flame...)
"Foolish endeavor? Which foolish endeavor would that be? Trying to kill the beast or trying to deal with you?!"Branch shouts back through the flames. Then as she hears Chatcho's words in her head, she lifts her hands up high, casting create or destroy water, making it rain right over the flames.. extinguishing them.
She then also runs out of the cabin, following Archibald and the knight.
Archibald looks around, flabbergasted. "Are there some professionals around here I don't know about? Last I saw, these people were busy getting whipped by everyone and everything. We have an opportunity to help."
"I thought we were friends."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Brimthenel gave the man a scowl. "The longer that beast ravages our livestock and terrorizes our people, the less safe our town will be. How long do you expect things to last under those conditions? Help us, and we will be in your debt. Spurn us and all you accomplish is making your life harder down the road."
Branch looks at Myrk with annoyance. “Look, we have offered to help, and we are going to. Now you are going to help by letting us know how to get silver, or another way to rid these creatures of this area. We are not here to sit idly by, which is apparently your consistent state.”
"Okay, Okay." Myrkfithr Sveinninn relents, holding his palms forward soothingly. "Look, I get it, you want to help. I meant no kind of insult, it's just..." He pauses, searching for the words. "...Forget it. But, if you're so dead-set on doing this, I'll have to ask Myrkfithr Chetowa. I haven't seen her for some time, she's run off to deal with her own business, but I can reach out. We could meet, uh... tomorrow, maybe?"
"Tomorrow." Branch looks at the man with incredulity. "Tomorrow, when the creature has come back overnight and has actually killed someone this time, you want to tell the family, what? You needed more nap time? Couldn't have been bothered to find Myrkfithr Chetowa when we asked?"
"No. That is unacceptable and you know it. We find her now. I'd like to know what she has been up to in the town anyways."
Satisfied with his winnings, Chatcho stands.
One copper for me, one to pay back Archibald…
Unsure what to do with the third, Chatcho leaves it on the table. The brothers had been kind enough to let him play, he thinks.
He scoops up Tik-Tik and regards the Myrkfithr. Something’s wrong.
Insight: 16
Anger, frustration, flashes in the young mage's eyes before a humourless laughter, flying in the face of Branch's posturing. Standing from his cot, he answers, "You think to prescribe to us what is acceptable, barnit?" He pushes past as he continues to chuckle, moving toward the door. "I'll tell you what, you want to meet with her? Then stop behaving like some wild untrained mutt, and--" A smirk. "stay."
The complexities of the sleeper's body language and vocal tone still elude the Thri-Kreen's efforts.
"Then stay with us in the woods, Myrkfithr Sveinninn. We came to you for help, and it seems unlike you to be standing on the sidelines while a friend goes to danger." Archibald offers him a hand.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Unable to read Sveinninn’s body language and unwilling to violate the privacy of his mind, Chatcho is at a loss. He does, however, recognize the effort his clutch-mates are making as well as the danger in waiting another night. He prepares to block the door with Web should Sveinninn continue towards the exit without helping.
"I'm going to go find her, so that we can have that meeting tomorrow." Myrkfithr Sveinninn insists, brushing Archibald's hand aside and pushing past him as well. "Is that not what you want?" He asks, turning as he does so such that he backsteps toward the door. As he does, he notices Chatcho's gesturing and reacts immediately but too slowly, caught in the vast network of silvery threads that charge into existence a moment later, suspended, trapped in his pose. "What is the meaning of this?" He snaps, anger flowing freely from him now. "Release me at once!"
"If there's anything we've learned here, it's that you can't trust anyone. What are you hiding?"
Paladin - warforged - orange
"I like the way you all handle things." Brimthenel crossed his arms, struggling to keep a wry grin from spreading across his face. "Tell us what we want and this fiasco ends."
Cradling Tik-Tik in his lower arms, Chatcho walks toward Sveinnenn.
This tik-dul/hunt-move shames me as it does you, Myrkfithr Sveinnenn. It will k/end with your cooperation.
A wild untrained mutt?? Branch is almost speechless with anger. She was not used to being treated this way as she stayed away from people like this. Did they not rescue him and the other from capture? And this is how they were treated in return?
She lets the others question, while she tries to calm herself down and watch him, trying to understand what he might be hiding
Insight 16
"You are dealing with forces outside your control." Myrkfithr Sveinninn growls, still struggling against his bonds. "Trust me, this is an act of charity... Fara!" Just like that, he fades into a mist, his form reappearing not 5 paces past the door's threshold. "Eldr!" He incants in that next moment, and with a flick of his wrist, a large fire bursts into being, blocking the doorway. "Abandon this foolish endeavor! It will only bring you ruin!" He calls through the flames, and then takes off at a sprint.
Brimthenel cursed out a Mythric chant and made a quick hand-motion.
BA: Cast Expeditious Retreat.
Dex Save: 21
The knight dashed after the mage, flame dancing across his chainmail as he sped behind his quarry. He grit his teeth, desperately trying to resist any burning pain that had arisen as he threw himself at Myrkfithr.
Grapple with Armor of Magical Strength Bonus: 17
Chatcho stands nonplussed at Sveinnenn’s efforts to be as of little use as possible. He turns to Branch.
I assume you have something for the riik/fire? Sed/water is not one of my talents.
Archibald leaps through the flames after Myrkfithr Sveinninn. "Probably because some ******* never tells us shit! We're doing this the hard way then!"
Dex save 22
Paladin - warforged - orange
(Since this is pbp, I'm hoping Branch's actions can come before the others jumped through the flame...)
"Foolish endeavor? Which foolish endeavor would that be? Trying to kill the beast or trying to deal with you?!" Branch shouts back through the flames. Then as she hears Chatcho's words in her head, she lifts her hands up high, casting create or destroy water, making it rain right over the flames.. extinguishing them.
She then also runs out of the cabin, following Archibald and the knight.
Chatcho attempts to follow.
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