Beedo squints back at Torunn and taps his chin. "Can dwarves go senile?" He asked, but had looked off to the side at the time. "Watever! BLT! Ya already put a topper on it, remember? Not 'at I ain't 'ave a 'and in it, but still! See-...!"He flips down the owlbear head hood and strikes a few poses on the spot to best accentuate the rest of the armor. "Now dese 'ere? I ain't even see ya work on dese puppies! But by the nine I've been love'n 'em!" Beedo waves the owlbear mitts in Torunn's face.
Then he scowls and glares off into the middle distance. "Would'a used'em on dem wolfers a wayz back, but stupid immunity to cool mits."He crosses his arms and grouses. "But anyway! Watta ya work'n, BLT? Some'n fancy? Ano'er one of 'em bangers?"Beedo gestures to the gun and then smiles excitedly. "Need more powder? O', O! Fink 'ey got any more in town? I could get some! Er, maybe? 'Oo would 'ave somethin' like that among da tall folks?"
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Introduction: I am a Dedicated Operative of the Red Knight. But you may call me D.O.R.K." She offers a handshake."Inquiry: Are you in need of assistance?
The Halfling child looks D.O.R.K. in the eye as best he can and says with a hiccough "my name is Peregrin Flavius Thistlewaite but everybody calls me Pert. I'm waiting for my Grandpa who was going to come into town for my Birthday but that was two days ago and he's not here yet. They say there are Orcs on the Triboar Trail!"
"There are indeed Orcs on the Trail. If not for the-..." She glances briefly back at Lukian. "Intervention of one of my companions, we may have faced them. But such is not the case. And unfortunately, I am unaware if these orcs have been involved with grandather's delay. You may wish to return home, as waiting here will likely only further distress you." She said.
But if the halfling child looked ready to full on cry or possibly even do something rash, then with a bark of "Calm thy tits, son!", a red wave of magic sweeps from her position and infects all with feelings of indifference.
Lukian reaches into his pack and draws out one of his two remaining rations, making a mental note that he needs to purchase more. He walks over and squats down by the boy and Dork. Holding the ration out to the boy, the elf asks, "What is your grandpa's name, bhin?" using the well-known Elvish slang word for boy.
D.O.R.K looked ready to cast a spell, but seemed to think better of it with Lukian closer at hand. "A possibility. Inquiry: Do you know what this -- Your Grandfather did for a living, or in special talents he's shown you? Additional Query: Where are your parents, littller fles--halfling?" She asked curiously, seeming not to mind the sobbing. For now.
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Then he scowls and glares off into the middle distance. "Would'a used'em on dem wolfers a wayz back, but stupid immunity to cool mits."He crosses his arms and grouses. "But anyway! Watta ya work'n, BLT? Some'n fancy? Ano'er one of 'em bangers?"Beedo gestures to the gun and then smiles excitedly. "Need more powder? O', O! Fink 'ey got any more in town? I could get some! Er, maybe? 'Oo would 'ave somethin' like that among da tall folks?"
For a moment it looks like Torunn is going to ignore Beedo. But after a moment, he puts down his tools and looks at Beedo. "It's a project that my mentor was never quite able to get right. You know my musket over there? Well this object here," Torunn says as he points at the half done pistol, "It's like a miniature version. It doesn't quite pack the same punch but you can hold it in one hand as the trade off. Unfortunately whenever my mentor attempted it, it either blew up in his hands or the musket ball would just roll out the end. He was never quite able to get the balance right, but I believe having tested my musket and with the guidance of Gond, I can get it right."
Beedo bobs his head up and down wherever appropriate; but, by the end he says, "Okay, I ain't get it. But, laygoblin's terms, ya boss couldn't figure some'n out, but ya did. 'nd wat ya mak'n is a small version of yer 'ead buster 'ere. Cool! So, ya gonna be like 'bam! Look at it dis, boss! Looks like Gonds got my back more den ya!' or more like 'My name is BLT. Ya killed my fa'er. Prepare to die. Blam, Blam, Blam!"Beedo tries to pantomime a smaller version of the musket firing a bunch of times off the side.
Lukian nods. "Sitting out here in the rain worrying isn't going to do anyone any good," the elf says to the boy. "Let me take you home. I'd like to speak with your parents." He stands, hoping the boy will allow him to escort him home.
Lukian nods. "Sitting out here in the rain worrying isn't going to do anyone any good," the elf says to the boy. "Let me take you home. I'd like to speak with your parents." He stands, hoping the boy will allow him to escort him home.
"Ok then Mister, my da is a master wood carver and we live on Carver Street in the Craftman's district. If you can tell them anything bout my grandpa, my ma would be so happy."He then looks across at D.O.R.K. and says "Grandpa wasn't special to anybody but me. He was just a farmer really.! But he could make a coin disappear like that!"
He sets off to cross the bridge into the city. As they get closer to the walls, D.O.R.K. and Lukian can see that as it is now getting close to sundown, the guards are moving people into the city "c'mom. c'mon gates close in 30 minutes."
(OOC it is now about 6pm and this means that the gates will close at 6.30 pm)
D.O.R.K looked back and forth between the child and the guards doing her best mimicry of concern. "Inquiry: Approximately, how far is your home from the closest gate, young one?"She asked with her head canted to the side. If the answer is more than fifteen minutes away or is too unclear, D.O.R.K stops at that point. "... Acolyte Lucian. As I do not have a guaranteed means of staying within without inevitably attracting the 'wrong' sort of attention, I do believe it is best that I return to the others until morning. Will you be alright on your own for a time?"
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Lukian looks at the gates and then back out at the trees. He finally, with a look of stoicism, nods at Dork. "If I am confined to the city tonight, I will be alright. Lathander is with me always." The elf then continues to follow the child.
"It is pnly about 10-15 minutes to walk to my place" Pert responds to Lukian's question.
Assuming that Lukian decides to accompany the boy home the two of them set off. After following the main road into the town for about 500 feet they come to a junction where the boy quickly turns to the left and they head roughly northeast deeper into the town. As they're walking along, Lukian can see that many of the houses are well finished, but not expensively so, with great attention to detail. Pert regales Lukian with stories of growing up in Yartar and also visiting in his grandfather's farm. Eventually they reach a street labelled Turner's Row where the houses have very fine woodwork decorating them. About three houses down, Pert says "this is my place."
Just prior to exiting the gate, D.O.R.K tries to flag down one of the guards, and inquiry, "Greetings. I understand that you are fairly at the moment. But, there something I wished to inquiry. Namely, Who is the or leaders of this city, and where might I find them tomorrow? In addition: Do you know where I acquire a map of the city?" Once she had the information, or more than likely rebuffed for trying, the construct makes her way back to camp to relay all that had been learned thus far.
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"Namely, Who is the or leaders of this city, and where might I find them tomorrow?
The Guard looks up in surprise as D.O.R.K. makes her request "eh you want to meet who?" obviously surprised that D.O.R.K. could speak let assume ask an intelligent question. From the look on his face, one that D.O.R.K. has probably seen many times before, it's obvious that the Guard thought she was just some sort of automaton. The Guard looks across at his partner and yells out "Corp 'ave you got a minute". His partner who appears to be the more senior immediately comes across and asks "who are you, why are you here and what do you want with the powers that be - eh?"
Though D.O.R.K had started to repeat the question, having half-expected the response, the Guard's call for his partner gave her pause right beforehand. She then spends a moment giving the senior a quick lookover before snapping into her usual salute stance. "Greetings. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But, you may call me DORK for short, as I have found most beings similiar to yourself are more comfortable that way."She admitted. After which, she relaxes her pose and adds, "Me, and several followers of different Clergy have currently been assigned on a joint mission to-..."
There's a pause. One in which she looks around to guage just how many other people are nearby at the time. Even if the number is sparse, she simply nods to herself, and says, "-see to a growing disturbance caused by giant activity. At least, to the best of our abilities. In addition: Warn them, and possibly make a request for aid to be sent to Triboar following such a recent disturbance."
“Run in and ask your parents if I might speak with them.”
The boy runs up excitedly to the house yelling out "Pa, Pa, Ma, this nice man walked me home and guess what he says he thinks he can help me find Grandpa. And listened to all my stories about staying on his farm and going fishing and everything else! You gotta come and talk to him!"
"Greetings. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But, you may call me DORK for short, as I have found most beings similiar to yourself are more comfortable that way." "Me, and several followers of different Clergy have currently been assigned on a joint mission to-..."
The Corporal look across at D.O.R.K. who notices that he has a Red Knight symbol hanging around his neck "I'll see what I can do. Come back tomorrow morning after I've spoken to the Sarge."
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Seeing Beedo watch him, Torunns looks up for a brief moment and says, "How is your armor coming along?" he says with a smile.
Beedo squints back at Torunn and taps his chin. "Can dwarves go senile?" He asked, but had looked off to the side at the time. "Watever! BLT! Ya already put a topper on it, remember? Not 'at I ain't 'ave a 'and in it, but still! See-...!" He flips down the owlbear head hood and strikes a few poses on the spot to best accentuate the rest of the armor. "Now dese 'ere? I ain't even see ya work on dese puppies! But by the nine I've been love'n 'em!" Beedo waves the owlbear mitts in Torunn's face.
Then he scowls and glares off into the middle distance. "Would'a used'em on dem wolfers a wayz back, but stupid immunity to cool mits." He crosses his arms and grouses. "But anyway! Watta ya work'n, BLT? Some'n fancy? Ano'er one of 'em bangers?" Beedo gestures to the gun and then smiles excitedly. "Need more powder? O', O! Fink 'ey got any more in town? I could get some! Er, maybe? 'Oo would 'ave somethin' like that among da tall folks?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
This morning's didn't load - oh well
The Halfling child looks D.O.R.K. in the eye as best he can and says with a hiccough "my name is Peregrin Flavius Thistlewaite but everybody calls me Pert. I'm waiting for my Grandpa who was going to come into town for my Birthday but that was two days ago and he's not here yet. They say there are Orcs on the Triboar Trail!"
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
"There are indeed Orcs on the Trail. If not for the-..." She glances briefly back at Lukian. "Intervention of one of my companions, we may have faced them. But such is not the case. And unfortunately, I am unaware if these orcs have been involved with grandather's delay. You may wish to return home, as waiting here will likely only further distress you." She said.
But if the halfling child looked ready to full on cry or possibly even do something rash, then with a bark of "Calm thy tits, son!", a red wave of magic sweeps from her position and infects all with feelings of indifference.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian reaches into his pack and draws out one of his two remaining rations, making a mental note that he needs to purchase more. He walks over and squats down by the boy and Dork. Holding the ration out to the boy, the elf asks, "What is your grandpa's name, bhin?" using the well-known Elvish slang word for boy.
"His name was also Peregrin Flavius Thistlewaite but everybody called him 'Old Pert'" the boy responds.
"But what happens if they've captured him. Wont they eat him or something!" the boy says with a sob.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
D.O.R.K looked ready to cast a spell, but seemed to think better of it with Lukian closer at hand. "A possibility. Inquiry: Do you know what this -- Your Grandfather did for a living, or in special talents he's shown you? Additional Query: Where are your parents, littller fles--halfling?" She asked curiously, seeming not to mind the sobbing. For now.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
For a moment it looks like Torunn is going to ignore Beedo. But after a moment, he puts down his tools and looks at Beedo. "It's a project that my mentor was never quite able to get right. You know my musket over there? Well this object here," Torunn says as he points at the half done pistol, "It's like a miniature version. It doesn't quite pack the same punch but you can hold it in one hand as the trade off. Unfortunately whenever my mentor attempted it, it either blew up in his hands or the musket ball would just roll out the end. He was never quite able to get the balance right, but I believe having tested my musket and with the guidance of Gond, I can get it right."
Beedo bobs his head up and down wherever appropriate; but, by the end he says, "Okay, I ain't get it. But, laygoblin's terms, ya boss couldn't figure some'n out, but ya did. 'nd wat ya mak'n is a small version of yer 'ead buster 'ere. Cool! So, ya gonna be like 'bam! Look at it dis, boss! Looks like Gonds got my back more den ya!' or more like 'My name is BLT. Ya killed my fa'er. Prepare to die. Blam, Blam, Blam!" Beedo tries to pantomime a smaller version of the musket firing a bunch of times off the side.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian nods. "Sitting out here in the rain worrying isn't going to do anyone any good," the elf says to the boy. "Let me take you home. I'd like to speak with your parents." He stands, hoping the boy will allow him to escort him home.
Lukian nods. "Sitting out here in the rain worrying isn't going to do anyone any good," the elf says to the boy. "Let me take you home. I'd like to speak with your parents." He stands, hoping the boy will allow him to escort him home.
"Ok then Mister, my da is a master wood carver and we live on Carver Street in the Craftman's district. If you can tell them anything bout my grandpa, my ma would be so happy." He then looks across at D.O.R.K. and says "Grandpa wasn't special to anybody but me. He was just a farmer really.! But he could make a coin disappear like that!"
He sets off to cross the bridge into the city. As they get closer to the walls, D.O.R.K. and Lukian can see that as it is now getting close to sundown, the guards are moving people into the city "c'mom. c'mon gates close in 30 minutes."
(OOC it is now about 6pm and this means that the gates will close at 6.30 pm)
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
D.O.R.K looked back and forth between the child and the guards doing her best mimicry of concern. "Inquiry: Approximately, how far is your home from the closest gate, young one?" She asked with her head canted to the side. If the answer is more than fifteen minutes away or is too unclear, D.O.R.K stops at that point. "... Acolyte Lucian. As I do not have a guaranteed means of staying within without inevitably attracting the 'wrong' sort of attention, I do believe it is best that I return to the others until morning. Will you be alright on your own for a time?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian looks at the gates and then back out at the trees. He finally, with a look of stoicism, nods at Dork. "If I am confined to the city tonight, I will be alright. Lathander is with me always." The elf then continues to follow the child.
Torunn will be busy working until the others return.
"It is pnly about 10-15 minutes to walk to my place" Pert responds to Lukian's question.
Assuming that Lukian decides to accompany the boy home the two of them set off. After following the main road into the town for about 500 feet they come to a junction where the boy quickly turns to the left and they head roughly northeast deeper into the town. As they're walking along, Lukian can see that many of the houses are well finished, but not expensively so, with great attention to detail. Pert regales Lukian with stories of growing up in Yartar and also visiting in his grandfather's farm. Eventually they reach a street labelled Turner's Row where the houses have very fine woodwork decorating them. About three houses down, Pert says "this is my place."
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Just prior to exiting the gate, D.O.R.K tries to flag down one of the guards, and inquiry, "Greetings. I understand that you are fairly at the moment. But, there something I wished to inquiry. Namely, Who is the or leaders of this city, and where might I find them tomorrow? In addition: Do you know where I acquire a map of the city?" Once she had the information, or more than likely rebuffed for trying, the construct makes her way back to camp to relay all that had been learned thus far.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The Guard looks up in surprise as D.O.R.K. makes her request "eh you want to meet who?" obviously surprised that D.O.R.K. could speak let assume ask an intelligent question. From the look on his face, one that D.O.R.K. has probably seen many times before, it's obvious that the Guard thought she was just some sort of automaton. The Guard looks across at his partner and yells out "Corp 'ave you got a minute". His partner who appears to be the more senior immediately comes across and asks "who are you, why are you here and what do you want with the powers that be - eh?"
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Lilian looks up at the house. “Run in and ask your parents if I might speak with them.”
Though D.O.R.K had started to repeat the question, having half-expected the response, the Guard's call for his partner gave her pause right beforehand. She then spends a moment giving the senior a quick lookover before snapping into her usual salute stance. "Greetings. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But, you may call me DORK for short, as I have found most beings similiar to yourself are more comfortable that way." She admitted. After which, she relaxes her pose and adds, "Me, and several followers of different Clergy have currently been assigned on a joint mission to-..."
There's a pause. One in which she looks around to guage just how many other people are nearby at the time. Even if the number is sparse, she simply nods to herself, and says, "-see to a growing disturbance caused by giant activity. At least, to the best of our abilities. In addition: Warn them, and possibly make a request for aid to be sent to Triboar following such a recent disturbance."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The boy runs up excitedly to the house yelling out "Pa, Pa, Ma, this nice man walked me home and guess what he says he thinks he can help me find Grandpa. And listened to all my stories about staying on his farm and going fishing and everything else! You gotta come and talk to him!"
The Corporal look across at D.O.R.K. who notices that he has a Red Knight symbol hanging around his neck "I'll see what I can do. Come back tomorrow morning after I've spoken to the Sarge."
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