Dustfinger is appreciatively conscious and feeling like a hedgehog. He acknowledges his... peers... dismembering corpses and wonders what necromancy this is.
This is a last resort for me Fjolnir. Whatever it looks like later, it'll look messy for sure.
Just killing them will never be enough Absinthe. They don't fear death or respect the threat of it. They are afraid of suffering and torture. Maybe eventually they will respect and fear our power, but until then I'll settle for them fearing what we will do before we kill them. That's why I always threaten them with you ripping them apart! You're daddy's little deterrent and don't you ever change.
I hold the picture aside my face to Fjolnir Look at me! i'm famous, probably for being obnoxious and not out of threat.
Cast unseen servant to prepare breakfast for everyone. Good morning everyone. I'm going to roll up my sleeves, warm up the grill and make everyone breakfast. Make everyone breakfast servant.
I command servant to do all the things it is capable of and suppliment the rest in my laziest way.
Dustfinger shakily brings himself to the fire. He doesn't look well, beyond even the disrepair a few arrows in the back would bring. He sits, shivering.
Fjolnir packs up everyones' bedrolls while the camp packs up- "We found that trinket the gal was after in Thundertree, Mirna or whatever. We still have work available on some Orc East on the Triboar, some spooky shit at old Owl Well, East, then North, a banshee has details on a spellbook, and we need to get the dead lass... a comb.. because, the dead need to be presentable, eh?" He plops down while Dirk Proxy's breakfast. "Whats the plan fellas, we get on back to town, and hand in the trinket to Mirna- then do we spend a night in town? so brain overthere can scribble about on some scrolls... or do we head out on down the road looking for those 4 possible jobs?"
Dustfinger exhales raggedly, and looks up at Dirk's inquiry. He weakly motions for Dirk to come over. "Dirk, come closer. I need you... I need you to bend over..." Dustfinger slumps back down.
Dustfinger grabs Dirk by the collar and gently pulls him close to confide in his ear. "I saw it. I saw the dark side. I saw our end. YOUR end, Dirk. I saw your end."
Quietly Get a hold of yourself man! I know. It's scary as shit. I've almost died at least twice already. The only thing you can do is pull your shit together and not die. I was all set to walk away from this and go back to the comfort and safety of a town, where my game is strongest. Then we killed a dragon. We *******, killed a dragon, you killed a dragon. The stronger we get, the longer we will live and that's the only thing to look at because the abyss is all around us.
"Dirk, you don't understand! I saw your end and..." Dustfinger yanks Dirk over his lap and grabs at his ass. He clutches at something and appears to pull a two foot long ebon gladius directly from Dirk's nethers. "... found this sword!" Dustfinger dumps Dirk off onto the group and stands up, raising sword over head, swinging it triumphantly.
Dirk stands confused, unyanked as he would probably have attempted to resist that. Uncertain if he is hearing Dustfinger's thoughts or if he said them. I take a step back.... Then a few more before turning around and tending other things
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Az Emberi hears a familiar sound, a growling roar that bellows from the West. Sildar, now looking in that direction, says, "Orcs again! Maybe even the same ones. We've got them outnumbered this time, though. Stand your ground, we can't outrun them."
To the West, a group of 6 orcs is charging in your direction. They are maybe 150' out. Time for initiative!
Dustfinger is appreciatively conscious and feeling like a hedgehog. He acknowledges his... peers... dismembering corpses and wonders what necromancy this is.
This is a last resort for me Fjolnir. Whatever it looks like later, it'll look messy for sure.
Just killing them will never be enough Absinthe. They don't fear death or respect the threat of it. They are afraid of suffering and torture. Maybe eventually they will respect and fear our power, but until then I'll settle for them fearing what we will do before we kill them. That's why I always threaten them with you ripping them apart! You're daddy's little deterrent and don't you ever change.
I hold the picture aside my face to Fjolnir Look at me! i'm famous, probably for being obnoxious and not out of threat.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
The picture definitely resembles Dirk, more than it would Gundren or potentially one of his brothers.
The rest of the night goes by without any more incident, and you all benefit from a long rest.
Dustfinger screams when he wakes up, as if from a nightmare. His eyes look inky. He shakes his head and appears fine again.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Cast unseen servant to prepare breakfast for everyone. Good morning everyone. I'm going to roll up my sleeves, warm up the grill and make everyone breakfast. Make everyone breakfast servant.
I command servant to do all the things it is capable of and suppliment the rest in my laziest way.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Dustfinger shakily brings himself to the fire. He doesn't look well, beyond even the disrepair a few arrows in the back would bring. He sits, shivering.
You uh, alright there Dustfinger?
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Fjolnir packs up everyones' bedrolls while the camp packs up- "We found that trinket the gal was after in Thundertree, Mirna or whatever.
We still have work available on some Orc East on the Triboar,
some spooky shit at old Owl Well, East, then North,
a banshee has details on a spellbook, and we need to get the dead lass... a comb.. because, the dead need to be presentable, eh?" He plops down while Dirk Proxy's breakfast.
"Whats the plan fellas, we get on back to town, and hand in the trinket to Mirna- then do we spend a night in town? so brain overthere can scribble about on some scrolls... or do we head out on down the road looking for those 4 possible jobs?"
Rule of thumb for me, I don't care. I'll never turn down some time in a tavern or a wench though.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Dustfinger exhales raggedly, and looks up at Dirk's inquiry. He weakly motions for Dirk to come over. "Dirk, come closer. I need you... I need you to bend over..." Dustfinger slumps back down.
Approaches with concern. Seriously, you alright? You have seemed different lately, like a whole new man.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Dustfinger grabs Dirk by the collar and gently pulls him close to confide in his ear. "I saw it. I saw the dark side. I saw our end. YOUR end, Dirk. I saw your end."
Quietly Get a hold of yourself man! I know. It's scary as shit. I've almost died at least twice already. The only thing you can do is pull your shit together and not die. I was all set to walk away from this and go back to the comfort and safety of a town, where my game is strongest. Then we killed a dragon. We *******, killed a dragon, you killed a dragon. The stronger we get, the longer we will live and that's the only thing to look at because the abyss is all around us.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"Dirk, you don't understand! I saw your end and..."
Dustfinger yanks Dirk over his lap and grabs at his ass. He clutches at something and appears to pull a two foot long ebon gladius directly from Dirk's nethers.
"... found this sword!"
Dustfinger dumps Dirk off onto the group and stands up, raising sword over head, swinging it triumphantly.
(Feel free to continue RP on Dustfinger's new buttsword, I'm just moving things along)
Day number 2 of your 3 legged journey goes by quickly and with no trouble.
Nothing happens overnight either.
Day three dawns and you set off again. You reach the Triboar trail relatively early and figure that you'll be in Phandalin by mid afternoon.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dirk stands confused, unyanked as he would probably have attempted to resist that. Uncertain if he is hearing Dustfinger's thoughts or if he said them. I take a step back.... Then a few more before turning around and tending other things
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Az Emberi hears a familiar sound, a growling roar that bellows from the West. Sildar, now looking in that direction, says, "Orcs again! Maybe even the same ones. We've got them outnumbered this time, though. Stand your ground, we can't outrun them."
To the West, a group of 6 orcs is charging in your direction. They are maybe 150' out. Time for initiative!
Orcs: 9
Sildar: 13
Absinthe: 19
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Init 12
Az Emberi sneers. "I thought killing orcs was phase three of the plan but alas, I suppose being adaptable is important.
Initiative. 20
Initiative 9
Finally it's my time
Chronomancy!!!
23 initiative
Rainbow....... Mooo....