[sorry I was kinda preoccupied, but yeah I'm fine with light r-rating stuff. I'm basically playing the dnd version of predator so expect a lot of spine tearing]
(I'm just going to post this for Dice again, so he doesn't have to go looking for it)
[Remember how Thaux ate charcoal "meat," then rolled a bad Con save, and I said it would come to bite him later? Yeeeeaaahhh...]
As the others seem to endlessly wax hypothetical, the proud hunter feels a pressure in his lower belly. It seems a greater storm is coming, coming fast. And it would be one only he would endure! The pressure comes with an... unpleasant burning below the base of his tail.
...A bush. He needed to find a bush. Away from the rest. NOW.
As Thaux disappears behind the bush, Korbiña makes final checks on her equipment and fully douses the rest of the fire with dirt...
"Thaux, the majority has voted to try and find this so called safe place that the writing on the stele announces in hopes it might be a kind of settlement. I hope, that's ok for you."
She leans on her staff while waiting for the lizardman to emerge from the bushes...
[Okay, this is where the fun starts. Everyone except Thaux, roll Perception.]
Several minutes pass, with only the sound of distant crows, the faint rush of rapids, and the pained grunts coming from the nearby undergrowth. Then only the rapids. Something's wrong, more than it already is.
[If no word from Gregory in another 10-12 hrs, we'll keep going with him on autopilot. His computer's probably giving him trouble again and I think I can copy his vulgarity fairly well.]
Korbiña and Lelantus hear them first: charging feet and malicious chatter. From the fog, emerge several shapes. Sharp teeth, scaly hides, angry little eyes. Kobolds. 15 total, by count. They surround the party on all sides. From the mist, more are heard moving about. It's a raiding party. But what are they doing here? Why have they come? Clearly questions for later, as a horn sounds in the woods. The enemies begin to close in. Several words can be heard, all in the same archaic Draconic dialect. Among them, Korbiña hears: "meat..." "worm..." "breed..." and "lady..."
Gregory, as prompt as always to comprehend the situation, sums things up perfectly: "Well, shit."
I'm good with whatever nothing is going to offend me so your safe here
[sorry I was kinda preoccupied, but yeah I'm fine with light r-rating stuff. I'm basically playing the dnd version of predator so expect a lot of spine tearing]
[Alright then. I'm preeetty sure, given Asher's build, corpses and such won't be too much of an issue for Alistar. So we'll move on]
(I'm just going to post this for Dice again, so he doesn't have to go looking for it)
[Remember how Thaux ate charcoal "meat," then rolled a bad Con save, and I said it would come to bite him later? Yeeeeaaahhh...]
As the others seem to endlessly wax hypothetical, the proud hunter feels a pressure in his lower belly. It seems a greater storm is coming, coming fast. And it would be one only he would endure! The pressure comes with an... unpleasant burning below the base of his tail.
...A bush. He needed to find a bush. Away from the rest. NOW.
[okie day, where nearest bush?]
Ever helpful, Quartz points over Thaux's shoulder in the direction behind him and to his left. "I think there's a broad-leafed bush over there."
Nature check to find a bush in the forest 4
[Lol]
As Thaux disappears behind the bush, Korbiña makes final checks on her equipment and fully douses the rest of the fire with dirt...
"Thaux, the majority has voted to try and find this so called safe place that the writing on the stele announces in hopes it might be a kind of settlement. I hope, that's ok for you."
She leans on her staff while waiting for the lizardman to emerge from the bushes...
[Okay, this is where the fun starts. Everyone except Thaux, roll Perception.]
Several minutes pass, with only the sound of distant crows, the faint rush of rapids, and the pained grunts coming from the nearby undergrowth. Then only the rapids. Something's wrong, more than it already is.
Perception: 20
21
Quartz perception 12
16
[If no word from Gregory in another 10-12 hrs, we'll keep going with him on autopilot. His computer's probably giving him trouble again and I think I can copy his vulgarity fairly well.]
[Alright, fuck it.]
Korbiña and Lelantus hear them first: charging feet and malicious chatter. From the fog, emerge several shapes. Sharp teeth, scaly hides, angry little eyes. Kobolds. 15 total, by count. They surround the party on all sides. From the mist, more are heard moving about. It's a raiding party. But what are they doing here? Why have they come? Clearly questions for later, as a horn sounds in the woods. The enemies begin to close in. Several words can be heard, all in the same archaic Draconic dialect. Among them, Korbiña hears: "meat..." "worm..." "breed..." and "lady..."
Gregory, as prompt as always to comprehend the situation, sums things up perfectly: "Well, shit."
The time for talk comes later. For now...
[Roll Initiative!]
Lelantus looks at the one that said breed says " I don't concent!!!" And kicks him in the balls
[That's not how that works.]
@Everyone else: Disregard that last one. He's new to this.
Korbiña Initiative: 12
Quartz Initiative 13
"This fires not bode well." Quartz opines as he prepares toast entangle on the cohort of kobolds emerging from the underbrush.
11 ( sorry for that)
[Asher has time to respond, but if I don't hear back soon, Gregory might have to die a grisly death.]