The Herr Doktor Professor quietly moves back toward the low ridge in order to arc around and approach at a different angle. At the sudden quietness within the ruin, Glynquinal peeks his head around the wall to see what is going on. At that moment, he locks eyes with the red-robed human.
"You might as well show yourself," the man says, sounding only slightly threatening. "Don't worry about my pets. They'll only attack if you're a threat to me or them."
Glynquinal, straightens up, rather sherpishly. An embarrassed look briefly crosses his face, as he gathers his cross bow, and returns his arrows to their sheath. Slinging his bow across his shoulder he makes his way down to the man.
"They surr don't smell very good." Glynquinal offets to the gentleman.
As Glynquinal approaches, the zombies begin to moan loudly, but the man waves a hand and tells them to scatter, and they do as they are told, retreating to the other side of the tent. The red-robed man crosses his arms across his torso. "No, they don't." He shrugs. "You get used to it. They can be very useful," he smiles. "What are you doing out here all alone so late, elf? Don't you know there are orc raiding parties about?"
The man scrutinizes Glynquinal for a couple of seconds. "Truly?" Appearing to decide to take the elf at his word, the red-robed man nods. "I witnessed a few orcs scouting my camp here last night. I'm worried they might return tonight in greater numbers. My zombies will help me defend myself, but I'm not sure how well I'll do against a band of orcs. Are you interested in camping here tonight — I can feed you — in exchange for helping me defend this outpost against any orc raiding parties that might try to make trouble?" He puts his hands on his hips. "My name is Hamun Kost."
There is suddenly the distant sound of a lute being plucked. The bald man furrows his brow and turns his head, trying to discern what he is hearing. "Do you hear ... music?"
HDP slowly makes his way up to camp, unaware of what has transpired. As he gets closer, he sees Glyn standing, talking, and unthreatened. He finishes his song as he arrives, raising a hand in a welcoming gesture, and saying "Hail, and good day to you."
Glynquinal offers his hand in greeting. "Well met Hamun. I am Glynquinal, but my friends call me Glyn sometimes. I'm not sure where the rest of my party is, but if they can find us, they would be great in keeping your camp safe."
Turning his head at the sound of the music, "I do hear music as well."
Glynquinal to Herr Doktor, "I thought that sounded like your work. Have you seen the rest of the party yet? We have come to the right place, there are many Orvs about."
When Glynquinal offers his hand, Hamun puts his hands behind his back, gives a slight shake of the head and smiles almost apologetically, but doesn't comment verbally before turning to watch the Herr Doktor Professor approach. When Glynquinal addresses the bard, Hamun looks a little confused. "So you're not alone?" He scrutinizes HDP before furrowing his brow at Glyn. "How many more should we expect?"
HDP responds "Oh there are a few more of us. But, seeing as how you are willing to chat and dont immediately start to curse us, I am sure they will make their way here any time now".
Herr Doktor puts his instrument away, which hopefully the others take to be a cue that everything is alright.
He then also extends his hand to shake the man's hand.
Herr Doktor Professor Eldritch Jaeger at your service. You may call me Doktor. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with? What are you doing out here in the wilderness with these, rather smelly, friends of yours? When was the last time you had a conversation that wasnt one-sided, or was mostly groaning in response? I say, perhaps we could get out of this sun. I wouldnt mind a spot of tea, or perhaps something stronger if you have it in the shade of a friendly welcoming tent, and we could continue this conversation with a few more creature comforts.
Glynquinal tries to allay Hamuns concerns with a friendly smile. "We have 3 more, 2 Barbarians and a Dragonborn. I do hope that won't cause you any great concern. We are quite inclined to end any Orcs we might discover, but not so ill mannered as to intend harm on those offering a spot to rest for the evening and food.:"
Still looking a little wary, Hamun ignores HDP's extended hand, continuing to move his eyes back and forth between the faces of the two newcomers. After the Doktor's questions and suggestion, the red-robed man appears to relax, smiling. "Zombies are so misunderstood. If you had devoted yourself as I have to the study of necromancy, you would not feel such things about them." He leans forward as if presenting the tattoo on his forehead. He tries to play it off as casual or accidental, but the gesture is blatant. Straightening up again, he pushes the sleeves of his robe up on his arms to display more tattoos. This is again done to appear casual, but the action is not subtle. "Will your friends — the barbarians and the dragonborn — get here before sundown, do you expect? I have a little food I can share. Not much, but some. Until your friends arrive, we three may enjoy the shelter of my tent. It is small, as you can see, and would be too cramped for more than that." He leads Glyn and HDP around to the front of the tent and inside. The tent contains a cot, a chair, a writing desk, various supplies, and a chest which appears to be full of clothes. Hamun closes the lid of the chest and sits upon it. He motions to the cot and chair. "Sit. So, tell me. Are you really out here hunting orcs?"
Glynquinal sits down on the chair. "We are. They have caused much harm, and have tried to ambush and kill our entire party before. We've fought them in a ruined castle with Gnolls helping them. We were victorious, but the fight was vicious, and nearly cost the life of a friend. By Tymora," Glynquinal reaches into his pouch and reveals the coin he was given, before returning it, " we will end them and gain what balance of justice we may"
Glynquinal leans back slightly relaxed manner. "The other three can help provide some food when they show up, and the Barbarians would probably prefer being outside a tent anyway. I am interested in the art you have in your forehead and arms. Quite intriguing to be sure."
Gruxx will approach with his glaive on his back. Gruxx raises a hand to the Necromancer in greeting.
"Hello, I am Gruxx of the Sky Pony Tribe. I overhead Glyn talking about how I can gather food and this is true. Would like for me to round somethin' up?"
Gruxx Stealth: 19
Stealth 18
Glynquinal
Stealth 15
OOC, LOL, that's a fly in the ointment.
HDP stealth: 18
The Herr Doktor Professor quietly moves back toward the low ridge in order to arc around and approach at a different angle. At the sudden quietness within the ruin, Glynquinal peeks his head around the wall to see what is going on. At that moment, he locks eyes with the red-robed human.
"You might as well show yourself," the man says, sounding only slightly threatening. "Don't worry about my pets. They'll only attack if you're a threat to me or them."
Glynquinal, straightens up, rather sherpishly. An embarrassed look briefly crosses his face, as he gathers his cross bow, and returns his arrows to their sheath. Slinging his bow across his shoulder he makes his way down to the man.
"They surr don't smell very good." Glynquinal offets to the gentleman.
As Glynquinal approaches, the zombies begin to moan loudly, but the man waves a hand and tells them to scatter, and they do as they are told, retreating to the other side of the tent. The red-robed man crosses his arms across his torso. "No, they don't." He shrugs. "You get used to it. They can be very useful," he smiles. "What are you doing out here all alone so late, elf? Don't you know there are orc raiding parties about?"
'I was trying to pick up yhere trail, but got seperated from the rest of my party. We were trying to eliminate them if we could."
Patting the twin short swords, and glancong at Talon, "I am not undkilled with my blades, and a raiding party can be dealt with many ways."
The man scrutinizes Glynquinal for a couple of seconds. "Truly?" Appearing to decide to take the elf at his word, the red-robed man nods. "I witnessed a few orcs scouting my camp here last night. I'm worried they might return tonight in greater numbers. My zombies will help me defend myself, but I'm not sure how well I'll do against a band of orcs. Are you interested in camping here tonight — I can feed you — in exchange for helping me defend this outpost against any orc raiding parties that might try to make trouble?" He puts his hands on his hips. "My name is Hamun Kost."
There is suddenly the distant sound of a lute being plucked. The bald man furrows his brow and turns his head, trying to discern what he is hearing. "Do you hear ... music?"
HDP slowly makes his way up to camp, unaware of what has transpired. As he gets closer, he sees Glyn standing, talking, and unthreatened. He finishes his song as he arrives, raising a hand in a welcoming gesture, and saying "Hail, and good day to you."
Glynquinal offers his hand in greeting. "Well met Hamun. I am Glynquinal, but my friends call me Glyn sometimes. I'm not sure where the rest of my party is, but if they can find us, they would be great in keeping your camp safe."
Turning his head at the sound of the music, "I do hear music as well."
Glynquinal to Herr Doktor, "I thought that sounded like your work. Have you seen the rest of the party yet? We have come to the right place, there are many Orvs about."
When Glynquinal offers his hand, Hamun puts his hands behind his back, gives a slight shake of the head and smiles almost apologetically, but doesn't comment verbally before turning to watch the Herr Doktor Professor approach. When Glynquinal addresses the bard, Hamun looks a little confused. "So you're not alone?" He scrutinizes HDP before furrowing his brow at Glyn. "How many more should we expect?"
HDP responds "Oh there are a few more of us. But, seeing as how you are willing to chat and dont immediately start to curse us, I am sure they will make their way here any time now".
Herr Doktor puts his instrument away, which hopefully the others take to be a cue that everything is alright.
He then also extends his hand to shake the man's hand.
Herr Doktor Professor Eldritch Jaeger at your service. You may call me Doktor. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with? What are you doing out here in the wilderness with these, rather smelly, friends of yours? When was the last time you had a conversation that wasnt one-sided, or was mostly groaning in response? I say, perhaps we could get out of this sun. I wouldnt mind a spot of tea, or perhaps something stronger if you have it in the shade of a friendly welcoming tent, and we could continue this conversation with a few more creature comforts.
Glynquinal tries to allay Hamuns concerns with a friendly smile. "We have 3 more, 2 Barbarians and a Dragonborn. I do hope that won't cause you any great concern. We are quite inclined to end any Orcs we might discover, but not so ill mannered as to intend harm on those offering a spot to rest for the evening and food.:"
Still looking a little wary, Hamun ignores HDP's extended hand, continuing to move his eyes back and forth between the faces of the two newcomers. After the Doktor's questions and suggestion, the red-robed man appears to relax, smiling. "Zombies are so misunderstood. If you had devoted yourself as I have to the study of necromancy, you would not feel such things about them." He leans forward as if presenting the tattoo on his forehead. He tries to play it off as casual or accidental, but the gesture is blatant. Straightening up again, he pushes the sleeves of his robe up on his arms to display more tattoos. This is again done to appear casual, but the action is not subtle. "Will your friends — the barbarians and the dragonborn — get here before sundown, do you expect? I have a little food I can share. Not much, but some. Until your friends arrive, we three may enjoy the shelter of my tent. It is small, as you can see, and would be too cramped for more than that." He leads Glyn and HDP around to the front of the tent and inside. The tent contains a cot, a chair, a writing desk, various supplies, and a chest which appears to be full of clothes. Hamun closes the lid of the chest and sits upon it. He motions to the cot and chair. "Sit. So, tell me. Are you really out here hunting orcs?"
Glynquinal sits down on the chair. "We are. They have caused much harm, and have tried to ambush and kill our entire party before. We've fought them in a ruined castle with Gnolls helping them. We were victorious, but the fight was vicious, and nearly cost the life of a friend. By Tymora," Glynquinal reaches into his pouch and reveals the coin he was given, before returning it, " we will end them and gain what balance of justice we may"
Glynquinal leans back slightly relaxed manner. "The other three can help provide some food when they show up, and the Barbarians would probably prefer being outside a tent anyway. I am interested in the art you have in your forehead and arms. Quite intriguing to be sure."
Gruxx looks to Rock and nods.
"I guess that's our que."
Gruxx will approach with his glaive on his back. Gruxx raises a hand to the Necromancer in greeting.
"Hello, I am Gruxx of the Sky Pony Tribe. I overhead Glyn talking about how I can gather food and this is true. Would like for me to round somethin' up?"
Rock will tag along with Grux, axe in hand but lowered.