Ironmiaden ponders if they could be altered in someway to become powered by soul coins, but as the hag describes their method of making, the war forged perishes the though and climbs aboard a vehicle.
Wilfred pats Grubba on the shoulder, then stands straight. He notices two more vehicles and gives the crew a thumbs up. He then looks towards the other redcap with an eager smile. He goes towards him and says "Hey there George, we have something we need to chat about." Once he's close, he leans in close and starts whispering to George.
"as far as I understand demonic pacts, not all who work toward hope and goodness make it to the heavens either..." Ironmiaden states absentmindedly in response to Corlith. "I wonder If I possess the means to have an afterlife..."
Wilfred sighs and stands up straight. "Really?" He turns and walks back to the group, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I hate these stupid redcaps! Send like they steal from one another! Oh, nice rides, did Midge give us these?"
He then looked quickly around and whispers. "Look, Midge and Barnabus basically saved my life by letting me stay here and giving me food. I was half dead from exhausting when I got here. I owe them. I tried to avoid dragging you all into my debts, but I could use your help. One of them redcaps stole Barnabus's tooth. But it was stolen, and I'm pretty sure the next bastard will say it was stolen, too. Do any of you have a better idea than asking each one if they have the tooth?"
Reed looks at Wilfred for a long moment and then nods.
"They're nasty little buggers," Reed says. "But they don't seem too sharp. What if we say we're going to kill all the ones that don't have the tooth? Maybe they'll all try and get it then."
Corlith ponders what Ironmaiden and Reed have said as he sits in the Devil's Ride, until Wilfred asks for help. In truth there is not much he thinks he can do, and a lost tooth was hardly as pressing as a whole city lost in the bowels of hell, but they obviously aren't going to leave until this is sorted.
"We could at least try and trick them, or scare them into owning up", he says agreeing with Reed. "Or perhaps offer them something they might think more valuable in trade", he suggests to Wilfred.
Virro has climbed into the back seat of the Tormentor and started to play with the harpoon, pointing it around. He leans over the side of the vehicle listening to Wilf’s tooth problem. “Hmm, I have no magic that could help that scenario. Could slice them open to pull out their teeth, but can’t tell which one has it without doing that. That’s a tough one.” Virro looks to their path ahead, seeing how the harpoon could help if any creatures approach the vehicle.
Lulu watches the redcaps for a bit and turning towards Wilfred she points her trunk at another redcap, and as he looks closer, sees that it is holding a small bloodied pouch that he is quickly stuffing into his pocket.
Seeing that her guests have what she promised, she grabs the flesh golum's leash and starts dragging him back to the shack she emerged from. He hops and limps and groans as she does, a couple of the redcaps near him mimic him and fall over laughing.
Corlith, now accepting of the idea that their departure is not as imminent as he would have liked, focuses his gaze on the flesh golum. Watching it hobble away as the redcaps mock it.
"I am sure I will regret asking this, but has that thing always had such trouble walking?", he asks Mad Maggie about the flesh golum as he focusses on the leg and foot it is favouring.
"Guess that's the tooth," Reed says, slightly disappointed that they didn't get to threaten all of these Redcap monsters. Then he asks Wilf "Want us to just kill him?"
Wilfred shakes his head and looks to Lulu. "I'll never get used to that. Yea, Lulu says they are passing it around. That one has it, at least for now. How about I confront them head on, and you make sure they don't pass it to anyone else? Sounds good, Reed?"
Reed nods his agreement, slips his cloak around a little closer and does his best to move quietly behind the one that Wilfred is going to confront, waiting for an opportunity to take the tooth.
(Stealth: 15+11 = 26; Sleight of Hand for pickpocketing 18+8 = 26)
Wilfred losses sight of Reed. He locks onto the Redcap that Lulu identified. As he moves forward, the cold smile returns to his face as he uses his glaive as a walking staff. As he gets close, he leans on his glaive and says "Hey there. I didn't catch your name, I'm Wilfred. You can call Wil, you can call me Fred, just don't call me late to dinner, hehehe. I think we need to chat, yea? Yea."
Hearing Corlith's question, Mad Maggie turns to the tiefling and shrugs, "On Mickey? What's it to me?" and she looks away continuing on her way. The flesh golum looks at Corlith, almost pleadingly. He lifts his foot up a bit so you can see, and there is a large piece of destroyed bone devil lodged in the arch of his foot.
Reed completely is one within the redcaps. No one notices a breath of his as he slides his hand into the pocket of the one that has the bloodied pouch. As during this time, the tall gangly one that is apparently named Wilfred starts chatting with them. He growls and retorts, "You don't need to know my name and me and mine will eat you for dinner!"
Corlith shrugs, wondering why he bothered asking, and is about to turn away when he spots the piece of bone protruding from Mickey's foot. Not wishing to get any closer to the flesh golem than absolutely necessary, he reaches out with his spectral hand and attempts to pluck the offending shard out of Mickey's foot.
If successful he simply releases the grip and lets it drop to the floor. "It seems you have a hard enough life here without putting up with that", he says to the flesh golum.
IronMaiden still sitting on the vehicle and pondering their place in the mortal cycle of souls and possible afterlives, gets a little bored and begins searching the vehicle for interesting bits or odd mechanisms, they don't take anything apart but do appreciate the engineering.
Ironmiaden ponders if they could be altered in someway to become powered by soul coins, but as the hag describes their method of making, the war forged perishes the though and climbs aboard a vehicle.
Wilfred pats Grubba on the shoulder, then stands straight. He notices two more vehicles and gives the crew a thumbs up. He then looks towards the other redcap with an eager smile. He goes towards him and says "Hey there George, we have something we need to chat about." Once he's close, he leans in close and starts whispering to George.
“Who is to judge who is evil? After all we know not all who are evil make it into hell”, Corlith ponders rhetorically.
He watches as the vehicles are shown to them, his eyes widening a little to see them moving.
He makes his way to the passenger side of the two seater.
"as far as I understand demonic pacts, not all who work toward hope and goodness make it to the heavens either..." Ironmiaden states absentmindedly in response to Corlith. "I wonder If I possess the means to have an afterlife..."
The redcap Wilfred is whispering to finally shrugs his shoulders and points to yet another redcap.
Reed watches both IronMaiden and Corlith then finally shrugs.
"It's easy. The ones that enjoy hurting others for their own ends are the evil ones," Reed says. "We've found lots of those so far."
He then hops into the Tormentor and starts playing around with the controls.
"Not quite like a beer wagon, but close enough," Reed decides.
Wilfred sighs and stands up straight. "Really?" He turns and walks back to the group, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I hate these stupid redcaps! Send like they steal from one another! Oh, nice rides, did Midge give us these?"
He then looked quickly around and whispers. "Look, Midge and Barnabus basically saved my life by letting me stay here and giving me food. I was half dead from exhausting when I got here. I owe them. I tried to avoid dragging you all into my debts, but I could use your help. One of them redcaps stole Barnabus's tooth. But it was stolen, and I'm pretty sure the next bastard will say it was stolen, too. Do any of you have a better idea than asking each one if they have the tooth?"
Reed looks at Wilfred for a long moment and then nods.
"They're nasty little buggers," Reed says. "But they don't seem too sharp. What if we say we're going to kill all the ones that don't have the tooth? Maybe they'll all try and get it then."
Corlith ponders what Ironmaiden and Reed have said as he sits in the Devil's Ride, until Wilfred asks for help. In truth there is not much he thinks he can do, and a lost tooth was hardly as pressing as a whole city lost in the bowels of hell, but they obviously aren't going to leave until this is sorted.
"We could at least try and trick them, or scare them into owning up", he says agreeing with Reed. "Or perhaps offer them something they might think more valuable in trade", he suggests to Wilfred.
Virro has climbed into the back seat of the Tormentor and started to play with the harpoon, pointing it around. He leans over the side of the vehicle listening to Wilf’s tooth problem. “Hmm, I have no magic that could help that scenario. Could slice them open to pull out their teeth, but can’t tell which one has it without doing that. That’s a tough one.” Virro looks to their path ahead, seeing how the harpoon could help if any creatures approach the vehicle.
Lulu watches the redcaps for a bit and turning towards Wilfred she points her trunk at another redcap, and as he looks closer, sees that it is holding a small bloodied pouch that he is quickly stuffing into his pocket.
Seeing that her guests have what she promised, she grabs the flesh golum's leash and starts dragging him back to the shack she emerged from. He hops and limps and groans as she does, a couple of the redcaps near him mimic him and fall over laughing.
Corlith, now accepting of the idea that their departure is not as imminent as he would have liked, focuses his gaze on the flesh golum. Watching it hobble away as the redcaps mock it.
"I am sure I will regret asking this, but has that thing always had such trouble walking?", he asks Mad Maggie about the flesh golum as he focusses on the leg and foot it is favouring.
Perception (with guidance): 7+6+2=15
Reed watches where Lulu points her trunk.
"Guess that's the tooth," Reed says, slightly disappointed that they didn't get to threaten all of these Redcap monsters. Then he asks Wilf "Want us to just kill him?"
Wilfred shakes his head and looks to Lulu. "I'll never get used to that. Yea, Lulu says they are passing it around. That one has it, at least for now. How about I confront them head on, and you make sure they don't pass it to anyone else? Sounds good, Reed?"
Reed nods his agreement, slips his cloak around a little closer and does his best to move quietly behind the one that Wilfred is going to confront, waiting for an opportunity to take the tooth.
(Stealth: 15+11 = 26; Sleight of Hand for pickpocketing 18+8 = 26)
Wilfred losses sight of Reed. He locks onto the Redcap that Lulu identified. As he moves forward, the cold smile returns to his face as he uses his glaive as a walking staff. As he gets close, he leans on his glaive and says "Hey there. I didn't catch your name, I'm Wilfred. You can call Wil, you can call me Fred, just don't call me late to dinner, hehehe. I think we need to chat, yea? Yea."
Hearing Corlith's question, Mad Maggie turns to the tiefling and shrugs, "On Mickey? What's it to me?" and she looks away continuing on her way. The flesh golum looks at Corlith, almost pleadingly. He lifts his foot up a bit so you can see, and there is a large piece of destroyed bone devil lodged in the arch of his foot.
Reed completely is one within the redcaps. No one notices a breath of his as he slides his hand into the pocket of the one that has the bloodied pouch. As during this time, the tall gangly one that is apparently named Wilfred starts chatting with them. He growls and retorts, "You don't need to know my name and me and mine will eat you for dinner!"
Corlith shrugs, wondering why he bothered asking, and is about to turn away when he spots the piece of bone protruding from Mickey's foot. Not wishing to get any closer to the flesh golem than absolutely necessary, he reaches out with his spectral hand and attempts to pluck the offending shard out of Mickey's foot.
If successful he simply releases the grip and lets it drop to the floor. "It seems you have a hard enough life here without putting up with that", he says to the flesh golum.
IronMaiden still sitting on the vehicle and pondering their place in the mortal cycle of souls and possible afterlives, gets a little bored and begins searching the vehicle for interesting bits or odd mechanisms, they don't take anything apart but do appreciate the engineering.
Reed slips away back to the Tormentor and then calls over to Wilfred.
"Come on Wilf, we're good." Reed calls as he checks inside the pouch and wrinkles his nose a little.