Nos blinks a few times, "By the 'oly equipment of a 'airy satyr that smarted!" As he sits up he'll look for the dagger that 'thing' wielded, "Was it's weapon ensorcelled 'r som'pin'? Cain't bes nae normal blade ffer all tha' it did."
Successful or not he will thank folks for saving his hide, and hop onto a wagon. Turning to the rest of the party, "Thay's pro'ly btter 'n 'angin' round 'ere, y'all gots any beer? Tha' t'was thirty work, sorta dyin' I means."
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“We don’t drink while we travel. But once we get set up in Borca, there will be a tent for refreshments both alcoholic and not.“ Isolde says to Nos with a smile.
As for the dagger… Nos, you pick it up and find it’s completely normal.
“We don’t drink while we travel. But once we get set up in Borca, there will be a tent for refreshments both alcoholic and not.“ Isolde says to Nos with a smile.
As for the dagger… Nos, you pick it up and find it’s completely normal.
He'll tuck it away, might come in handy sometime.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“Hope you don’t mind going to Borca, by the way. It’s just our next stop. We can make a detour and drop you off wherever. Least we can do since you were out here getting attacked.” Isolde looks to the group, especially the damaged ones.
“Well, I’d say you found us at the right time.” The woman smiles, looking to her troupers, then to the group of adventurers. “We’ll get you a warm bed and some warmer ale when we set up shop, unless you’d rather stay at the inn.”
After their last encounter, Amira well stay towards the back and be more watchful of their surroundings. As she sees the more carnival like atmosphere her eyes will move to scan over the people they are traveling with. "I don't know what to think of them but anything has to be better then the thing we encountered."
“They are very good people. Been with me for years, and new arrivals are joining all the time. Go get acquainted if you’re going to be traveling with us. We should cross through the Mistway into Borca in a few hours, give or take.”
As Amira looks to the troupers, she sees several odd characters. A man with nails all over his body, a nude woman with only snakes covering her more private areas, a doctor holding jars of… strange, unidentifiable creatures, and a woman with pale skin, speaking with a thick accent, and perhaps the oddest of all.. a hare… talking.
True shudders as he looks on the troupers "I'll be honest... I've never been to a circus before... Never really been outside of the abbey. Is it... rude to look?"
"I just... I grew up in a community that grows our own food. Parading your quirks for monetary gain is, off-putting. But, I mean you no offense, I simply don't have experiences to compare to what I'm seeing here"
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(Ah missed that sorry)
"What, was that... Thing?" True says a bit weakly as he tries to get the blood off of his clothes
“Looked like a normal person driven mad… based on his attire I assume he’s from Dementlieu..” Isolde says as she looks to the body.
Nos blinks a few times, "By the 'oly equipment of a 'airy satyr that smarted!" As he sits up he'll look for the dagger that 'thing' wielded, "Was it's weapon ensorcelled 'r som'pin'? Cain't bes nae normal blade ffer all tha' it did."
Successful or not he will thank folks for saving his hide, and hop onto a wagon. Turning to the rest of the party, "Thay's pro'ly btter 'n 'angin' round 'ere, y'all gots any beer? Tha' t'was thirty work, sorta dyin' I means."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“We don’t drink while we travel. But once we get set up in Borca, there will be a tent for refreshments both alcoholic and not.“ Isolde says to Nos with a smile.
As for the dagger… Nos, you pick it up and find it’s completely normal.
He'll tuck it away, might come in handy sometime.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“Hope you don’t mind going to Borca, by the way. It’s just our next stop. We can make a detour and drop you off wherever. Least we can do since you were out here getting attacked.” Isolde looks to the group, especially the damaged ones.
"Anywhere is the same as anywhere at this point... And thank you"
"I see, well, we were planning to go to the carnival, so if it's ok with the rest of my new comrades, could we go with you there?"
“Well, I’d say you found us at the right time.” The woman smiles, looking to her troupers, then to the group of adventurers. “We’ll get you a warm bed and some warmer ale when we set up shop, unless you’d rather stay at the inn.”
“While you’re at it, feel free to meet some of the troupers. They’re all good people.”
"Does it... Have to be Ale?" True asks politely
After their last encounter, Amira well stay towards the back and be more watchful of their surroundings. As she sees the more carnival like atmosphere her eyes will move to scan over the people they are traveling with. "I don't know what to think of them but anything has to be better then the thing we encountered."
“They are very good people. Been with me for years, and new arrivals are joining all the time. Go get acquainted if you’re going to be traveling with us. We should cross through the Mistway into Borca in a few hours, give or take.”
Amira nods as she moves to look over the people with Isolde, not talking to them but more examining the odd group.
As Amira looks to the troupers, she sees several odd characters. A man with nails all over his body, a nude woman with only snakes covering her more private areas, a doctor holding jars of… strange, unidentifiable creatures, and a woman with pale skin, speaking with a thick accent, and perhaps the oddest of all.. a hare… talking.
True shudders as he looks on the troupers "I'll be honest... I've never been to a circus before... Never really been outside of the abbey. Is it... rude to look?"
“People pay to look.” One of the troupers, a woman holding daggers in her hands, says with a smile. “Nothing wrong with it.”
True gulps and smacks his tongue like he's trying to get a bad taste out of his mouth
“We’re performers.” The hare says, bouncing a bit.
“Yeah, it’s what we do for a living.” Says another man with green skin… that suddenly turns to blue… then red.
"I just... I grew up in a community that grows our own food. Parading your quirks for monetary gain is, off-putting. But, I mean you no offense, I simply don't have experiences to compare to what I'm seeing here"