I am not stupid, I know there are more here than I can kill. Invite me in for a second and I will disarm and get some conversation going. I don't want to "hag"gle over some meat. I saw that activity. I have been told it tastes like chicken, but that might be just your knife throwers trembling.
Damien uses the fact that the man took cover to dart into the tree line. Sneaking into the shadows of the trees to approach the man, he's able to silently come up right beside him without the man knowing, until he holds one blade to his neck and another to his back.
"Now move slowly, otherwise you'll wish that I'd kill you." His tone is cold and uncaring, but a hint of a sarcastic tone that seems to be daring the man to try something.
Okay I will move slowly. I very very very slowly move way slower than I imagine the intention of Damien's comment. After a minute my foot has moved a couple inches. I say, "I hope this is slow enough." I don't want to be perceived as a threat. By the way your breath smells like hag. You do know that hag is bad for you. I have a mint in my pack if you would like it. It is rather expensive, but would be worth it to not suffer through this pain.
Damien doesn't care for the man's slow pace. Instead, he quietly watches the man, looking for any signs of violent resistance that he could use as an excuse to flay him alive.
Gairlick, wiping off his maul from any lingering ichor from the hag, walks near Thom. He looks on in disgust as the bard flays of strips of meat from the body. "And what exactly are you going to do with that?"
Do you mind if I pick up the pace a little here? By the way that must have been a sea hag, because I can sea why she didn't like you. We can be more civil here. I pose no threat.
Jadyn watches Damien put a dagger into a tree, and then sneak--but not very well--through the forest. Apparently well enough to get past this newcomer, though.
She says under her breath, "No wonder humans don't live very long. Always looking for any excuse to kill each other." Then, louder, "Are you idiots done? Can we talk like civilized people?"
Thom finishes tying up the bag and lifts it over his shoulder. Heading towards the fire, ignoring the commotion near the tree line. "Insurance, we are bound to have enemies and none would expect us to carry tainted meat."
Attempting to catch the rogue by surprise, and possibly making a statement, the fighter attempts to headbut Damien. However, due to the Rogue’s preparedness he is able to dodge the incoming blow.
Gairlik shrugs. "Guess your smarter than me, but that meet is gonna be liquid in a few days in this heat." He wanders back to the camp site to see if any had has success with their hunting efforts.
With the new comer having just tried to attack him Damien can't help but smirk for a second, but the more reasonable part of him reminds him that this man hadn't done anything wrong …..yet. Thus, with a little disappointment, he tosses the fighter forward, next to the campfire. No longer caring, he takes back his dagger from the prone man and goes back to check on the water he had begun boiling, "If you don't mean bad, wait for supper, otherwise, I don't care."
Thanks for not stabbing me. Now can we just walk to the campfire and do introductions. I really am not in the mood to carry on this charade. I can kill you in a second. Not threatening. Just hoping to end this conflict.
Thom watched Gairilk walk away and nodded. He hadn't thought about that. Thom went over to the cart and started rummaging around looking for something to keep the meat fresh.
I have some extra rations and some pea soup that I purchased recently. Anyone want to share their fire and my vittles and maybe consider helping me on a quest for some decent money? I could may be help guide through this area. I have been exploring a little in the jungles.
I heat up my pea soup and then put my bed roll out and my pack and items near my head and close my eyes to enjoy the sounds of bad scavengers. Might as well get a good night sleep. Hopefully these campers will talk normally after a full stomach and a nights sleep.
"Many thanks Lesnalore, I 'd appreciate having someone at my back. This day has been....disturbing in its revelations." Going to the edge of the forest line, Quill readied a bow. Trusting the elf to even be quieter than she, she fatherless thought it prudent to mention how she hunted. Turning to the elf, she gestured at her cat. "Book is mostly tame, and theoretically trained to heed me. I've reached him as a kit and won his loyalty. I sometimes suspect he thinks I'm his cub. As such, he has taken to 'teaching' me to hunt, often leading me to sources of food I couldn't find on my own. If we are lucky, he will do so today. Sometimes however he abandons me to my own hunting. I can never tell which. It is best to follow a few pages behind him as quietly as possible. If he leads us to food, he gets first serving. It is his right. Tread softly upon the earth Lesnalore, I dislike this place. Come, let's go. "
A gesture and a snap saw Book stalk through the forest, a natural born hunted eager for a kill. Following carefully behind, Quill wasn't surprised when the cat found a small pond created by a rain in a stream not to far from the river. Insects skimmed the murky surface as fish leapt up to feast off the buzzing insects and turtles rested on logs. A few water birds, a heroin and a couple of species of duck she didn't quite recongize, stalked the edges of the water.
A soft gesture of silence issued as both ranger and cat crouched unconsciously mirroring each other. Without a word, Quill drew an arrow, as the cat prepared to pounce. Arrow and cat flew at the same time, each securing a bird as the rest of the wildlife scattered to the four winds.
Smiling, Quill collected her kill, noticing the cat abandoned the other duck in preference to catching a few fish. Knowing it would be a few minutes before her cat was satisfied but loathe to leave him alone. Quill set about field dressing her kills, pausing briefly to offer a prayer of thanks and respect before she did so. Turning towards the elf who followed behind her, Quill spoke softly.
"So Lesnalore, what do you think of our adventure so far?"
(5 pounds of food and 8 gallons of dirty water found)
When Gairlik returns to camp he finds not many have gone looking for any food to conserve their stores. He wanders off to search for something edible. After some time the dwarf emerges from the trees, munching on a rock like a loaf of bread. Before he lays down for the night, Gairlik sets up the rain catcher.
When Damien suggests people go foraging or hunting while he sets up the fire and tents, Dariel nods and heads into the forest. He doesn’t stray too far from the camp, knowing the jungle is supposed to be rather dangerous, and already having been attacked twice. But he searches the area for edible berries, roots, and plants. Eventually, satisfied with his haul, he makes his way back to the camp, only to find a new person sitting at the fire.
I am not stupid, I know there are more here than I can kill. Invite me in for a second and I will disarm and get some conversation going. I don't want to "hag"gle over some meat. I saw that activity. I have been told it tastes like chicken, but that might be just your knife throwers trembling.
Damien uses the fact that the man took cover to dart into the tree line. Sneaking into the shadows of the trees to approach the man, he's able to silently come up right beside him without the man knowing, until he holds one blade to his neck and another to his back.
"Now move slowly, otherwise you'll wish that I'd kill you." His tone is cold and uncaring, but a hint of a sarcastic tone that seems to be daring the man to try something.
Okay I will move slowly. I very very very slowly move way slower than I imagine the intention of Damien's comment. After a minute my foot has moved a couple inches. I say, "I hope this is slow enough." I don't want to be perceived as a threat. By the way your breath smells like hag. You do know that hag is bad for you. I have a mint in my pack if you would like it. It is rather expensive, but would be worth it to not suffer through this pain.
Damien doesn't care for the man's slow pace. Instead, he quietly watches the man, looking for any signs of violent resistance that he could use as an excuse to flay him alive.
Gairlick, wiping off his maul from any lingering ichor from the hag, walks near Thom. He looks on in disgust as the bard flays of strips of meat from the body. "And what exactly are you going to do with that?"
Do you mind if I pick up the pace a little here? By the way that must have been a sea hag, because I can sea why she didn't like you. We can be more civil here. I pose no threat.
Jadyn watches Damien put a dagger into a tree, and then sneak--but not very well--through the forest. Apparently well enough to get past this newcomer, though.
She says under her breath, "No wonder humans don't live very long. Always looking for any excuse to kill each other." Then, louder, "Are you idiots done? Can we talk like civilized people?"
OOC: To Garilik.
Thom finishes tying up the bag and lifts it over his shoulder. Heading towards the fire, ignoring the commotion near the tree line. "Insurance, we are bound to have enemies and none would expect us to carry tainted meat."
To Damien and New Comer:
Attempting to catch the rogue by surprise, and possibly making a statement, the fighter attempts to headbut Damien. However, due to the Rogue’s preparedness he is able to dodge the incoming blow.
Gairlik shrugs. "Guess your smarter than me, but that meet is gonna be liquid in a few days in this heat." He wanders back to the camp site to see if any had has success with their hunting efforts.
With the new comer having just tried to attack him Damien can't help but smirk for a second, but the more reasonable part of him reminds him that this man hadn't done anything wrong …..yet. Thus, with a little disappointment, he tosses the fighter forward, next to the campfire. No longer caring, he takes back his dagger from the prone man and goes back to check on the water he had begun boiling, "If you don't mean bad, wait for supper, otherwise, I don't care."
Thanks for not stabbing me. Now can we just walk to the campfire and do introductions. I really am not in the mood to carry on this charade. I can kill you in a second. Not threatening. Just hoping to end this conflict.
Thom watched Gairilk walk away and nodded. He hadn't thought about that. Thom went over to the cart and started rummaging around looking for something to keep the meat fresh.
"Wonderful. Another belligerent human male. Who are you and why are you here?"
I have some extra rations and some pea soup that I purchased recently. Anyone want to share their fire and my vittles and maybe consider helping me on a quest for some decent money? I could may be help guide through this area. I have been exploring a little in the jungles.
I heat up my pea soup and then put my bed roll out and my pack and items near my head and close my eyes to enjoy the sounds of bad scavengers. Might as well get a good night sleep. Hopefully these campers will talk normally after a full stomach and a nights sleep.
@vash before fighter arrives at the camp
"Many thanks Lesnalore, I 'd appreciate having someone at my back. This day has been....disturbing in its revelations." Going to the edge of the forest line, Quill readied a bow. Trusting the elf to even be quieter than she, she fatherless thought it prudent to mention how she hunted. Turning to the elf, she gestured at her cat. "Book is mostly tame, and theoretically trained to heed me. I've reached him as a kit and won his loyalty. I sometimes suspect he thinks I'm his cub. As such, he has taken to 'teaching' me to hunt, often leading me to sources of food I couldn't find on my own. If we are lucky, he will do so today. Sometimes however he abandons me to my own hunting. I can never tell which. It is best to follow a few pages behind him as quietly as possible. If he leads us to food, he gets first serving. It is his right. Tread softly upon the earth Lesnalore, I dislike this place. Come, let's go. "
A gesture and a snap saw Book stalk through the forest, a natural born hunted eager for a kill. Following carefully behind, Quill wasn't surprised when the cat found a small pond created by a rain in a stream not to far from the river. Insects skimmed the murky surface as fish leapt up to feast off the buzzing insects and turtles rested on logs. A few water birds, a heroin and a couple of species of duck she didn't quite recongize, stalked the edges of the water.
A soft gesture of silence issued as both ranger and cat crouched unconsciously mirroring each other. Without a word, Quill drew an arrow, as the cat prepared to pounce. Arrow and cat flew at the same time, each securing a bird as the rest of the wildlife scattered to the four winds.
Smiling, Quill collected her kill, noticing the cat abandoned the other duck in preference to catching a few fish. Knowing it would be a few minutes before her cat was satisfied but loathe to leave him alone. Quill set about field dressing her kills, pausing briefly to offer a prayer of thanks and respect before she did so. Turning towards the elf who followed behind her, Quill spoke softly.
"So Lesnalore, what do you think of our adventure so far?"
(5 pounds of food and 8 gallons of dirty water found)
When Gairlik returns to camp he finds not many have gone looking for any food to conserve their stores. He wanders off to search for something edible. After some time the dwarf emerges from the trees, munching on a rock like a loaf of bread. Before he lays down for the night, Gairlik sets up the rain catcher.
When Damien suggests people go foraging or hunting while he sets up the fire and tents, Dariel nods and heads into the forest. He doesn’t stray too far from the camp, knowing the jungle is supposed to be rather dangerous, and already having been attacked twice. But he searches the area for edible berries, roots, and plants. Eventually, satisfied with his haul, he makes his way back to the camp, only to find a new person sitting at the fire.
Quietly snores.