Rikas smirks at the mention of size then retorts back to Xondario. "Did we mention it's not the size that matters, but rather, how you utilize the tool?" He then starts laughing to himself. "Anyone that floats about their size, is usually lacking elsewhere... Besides, if I wanted more loot, I'd take it off you all while you slept without so much as waking the dust lying next to you."
"Well," Taxidea says thoughtfully, "we are, I do believe, headed for the tower. I mean Shigh seems to know we're coming so there's no element of surprise, we don't know the layout of the tower so we don't know how to get in or even the best way to approach it, and we've got exactly zero information on what we might find inside so we have no plan. What we do have is our wits, our new skills, the toys you guys brought us, and..." he gestures dramatically, "...the friends we made along the way. Oh, and apparently Xondario's got jokes now - so we've got that going for us." He looks at the rest of the party, "Guys! We're saved! Xondario's got jokes!"
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"Simply making a little small talk, that's all." Xondario, quite pleased with himself, though not sure what possessed him at the moment, takes time to find a way to stap both mails on for him to carry. This new one seemed to put out a bit of heat, and a bit lighter then his old one, so he decided to carry that one for now and go back to ol' reliable whe this one would surely fail under the pressure.
"Whoa - watch out! Xondario's on roll!" Taxidea gives a little laugh. "I do believe I'm starting to rub off on you big man. You better be careful - one of these days you might actually smile...or...even...laugh? No. Nope. No. Maybe a guffaw? Or a stifled mirthful snort? But I fear that if you actually laughed it would tear the fabric of reality and the planes would collapse in on themselves."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Rikas hops back in the cart and turns it towards the tower. Once it's following the road, he'll lean back in the driver seat and wave his hand in the air. As he does this, a purple spectral playing cards appears. He begins to move his hand some more and it begins to spin in place.
Watching Jasmine drop the armor on the ground, Xondario looks at her strangely. "Could put it on the cart, not the best armor but it had suited you well to this point." Thinking this was a good way to change the topic from his jovialness.
Jasmine turns to Xondario and says, "What is an armor but another tool. It has no sentimental value to me. Now I would like to hold on to it so I can sell it later but I don't want to impose my things on someone else's cart."
"We can consider it part of thier portion of the loot! Off fo a good start, ay Rikas?" What had gotten into Xondario? Damned halflings really are rubbing off on him.
Taxidea laughs out loud. "Damn Rikas! So in addition to a new maul you brought Xondario jokes AND some sass!"
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Jasmine says, "Well if Rikas and Xini do want the Chain Mail, even if it is for selling later, I don't mind. They can have it." She puts the Chain Mail in the cart.
Flynt accepted the gifts with the standard graces but Jasmins question about who their mysterious benefactor weighed on his mind as well. He dons his new breast plate and follows along in silence.
He ponders Taxideas recall of their situation A couple facets imparticulary. The patrol and their lack of information on the tower.
"Perhaps we dismissed that patrol to quickly. Might be worth trying to capture one of them to see if we can fill in any gaps." Flynt muses out loud.
Jasmine says, "Hm... Given how little we know of the tower and the surroundings, taking a prisoner for questioning might be a good idea. If and when we encounter resistance of the non elemental type, we should try that."
Rikas smirks as he tosses random spectral playing cards out ahead of the cart. The cards eventually disappearing after a certain distance. When the mention of capturing someone comes up, Rikas chips in. "I could also attempt to just lie my way past them. Lying is one thing I'm good at. Lying and stealing."
Flynt accepted the gifts with the standard graces but Jasmins question about who their mysterious benefactor weighed on his mind as well. He dons his new breast plate and follows along in silence.
He ponders Taxideas recall of their situation A couple facets imparticulary. The patrol and their lack of information on the tower.
"Perhaps we dismissed that patrol to quickly. Might be worth trying to capture one of them to see if we can fill in any gaps." Flynt muses out loud.
"If by 'too quickly' you mean 'before they filled us full of arrows' then yes, I 'dismissed' them too quickly. But now I that I have this nifty wand, if the Bow-Bros show back up, I'll try to leave one alive for you to question."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Rikas smirks at the mention of size then retorts back to Xondario. "Did we mention it's not the size that matters, but rather, how you utilize the tool?" He then starts laughing to himself. "Anyone that floats about their size, is usually lacking elsewhere... Besides, if I wanted more loot, I'd take it off you all while you slept without so much as waking the dust lying next to you."
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"Boys!." Xini says in her best 'mom' voice, looking at Rikas and Xondario. Straightening her self up, she asks "So, where are we off to now?"
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"Well," Taxidea says thoughtfully, "we are, I do believe, headed for the tower. I mean Shigh seems to know we're coming so there's no element of surprise, we don't know the layout of the tower so we don't know how to get in or even the best way to approach it, and we've got exactly zero information on what we might find inside so we have no plan. What we do have is our wits, our new skills, the toys you guys brought us, and..." he gestures dramatically, "...the friends we made along the way. Oh, and apparently Xondario's got jokes now - so we've got that going for us." He looks at the rest of the party, "Guys! We're saved! Xondario's got jokes!"
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
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"Simply making a little small talk, that's all." Xondario, quite pleased with himself, though not sure what possessed him at the moment, takes time to find a way to stap both mails on for him to carry. This new one seemed to put out a bit of heat, and a bit lighter then his old one, so he decided to carry that one for now and go back to ol' reliable whe this one would surely fail under the pressure.
"Whoa - watch out! Xondario's on roll!" Taxidea gives a little laugh. "I do believe I'm starting to rub off on you big man. You better be careful - one of these days you might actually smile...or...even...laugh? No. Nope. No. Maybe a guffaw? Or a stifled mirthful snort? But I fear that if you actually laughed it would tear the fabric of reality and the planes would collapse in on themselves."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Rikas hops back in the cart and turns it towards the tower. Once it's following the road, he'll lean back in the driver seat and wave his hand in the air. As he does this, a purple spectral playing cards appears. He begins to move his hand some more and it begins to spin in place.
I don't have a signature.
Jasmine realizes that she can't quite carry everything she is carrying with addition of the new gear. So she opts to leave her old Chain Mail behind
Watching Jasmine drop the armor on the ground, Xondario looks at her strangely. "Could put it on the cart, not the best armor but it had suited you well to this point." Thinking this was a good way to change the topic from his jovialness.
Jasmine turns to Xondario and says, "What is an armor but another tool. It has no sentimental value to me. Now I would like to hold on to it so I can sell it later but I don't want to impose my things on someone else's cart."
"We can consider it part of thier portion of the loot! Off fo a good start, ay Rikas?" What had gotten into Xondario? Damned halflings really are rubbing off on him.
Taxidea laughs out loud. "Damn Rikas! So in addition to a new maul you brought Xondario jokes AND some sass!"
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
“Oh yeah. He’s good at that. “
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Jasmine says, "Well if Rikas and Xini do want the Chain Mail, even if it is for selling later, I don't mind. They can have it." She puts the Chain Mail in the cart.
Flynt accepted the gifts with the standard graces but Jasmins question about who their mysterious benefactor weighed on his mind as well. He dons his new breast plate and follows along in silence.
He ponders Taxideas recall of their situation A couple facets imparticulary. The patrol and their lack of information on the tower.
"Perhaps we dismissed that patrol to quickly. Might be worth trying to capture one of them to see if we can fill in any gaps." Flynt muses out loud.
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Jasmine says, "Hm... Given how little we know of the tower and the surroundings, taking a prisoner for questioning might be a good idea. If and when we encounter resistance of the non elemental type, we should try that."
Rikas smirks as he tosses random spectral playing cards out ahead of the cart. The cards eventually disappearing after a certain distance. When the mention of capturing someone comes up, Rikas chips in. "I could also attempt to just lie my way past them. Lying is one thing I'm good at. Lying and stealing."
I don't have a signature.
"If by 'too quickly' you mean 'before they filled us full of arrows' then yes, I 'dismissed' them too quickly. But now I that I have this nifty wand, if the Bow-Bros show back up, I'll try to leave one alive for you to question."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
As the party continues traveling along the road, you get the feeling you are being watched. Probably followed.
Armeros notices the feeling of being watched and is immediately reminded of the elemental encounter. He slows and peers about warily.
Perception: 14