"it's Hitticus, just remember 'when I get HIT, I CUSS' and it should stick. I'm glad you're happy, maybe we can find a way to lift the spirit of the others too eh?" Hitticus goes to slap Freak on the back, but thinks better if it.
To Salvas- "Aye, its more of a family affair. It is based more on love and respect than study, though there is that too."
"Your magic is not outlawed where you are from?" "I was taught as a child that the arcane was devilish foul magic....and yet you do not seem to be so.."
“Where I am from?” Salvas laughs taking a long swig or ale, “I am from a small delving upward of Baldenvelt, heartlands of High Rock. My parents have disowned me, my brothers would spit at my feet should they cross my path. My dear uncle, a high priest of Moridin tried to have his acolytes drill a hole in my skull to let the demons free.” He shakes his head.
”...but here’s the hypocrisy of it. In my cabin I have a written pardon from the Baldenvelt chamber of commerce allowing my use of arcane arts for the purposes of trade and the betterment of dwarves society. Stoneships run on magic you see and the free cities need them for trade. So here I am... out here on the fire things are different.”
"I must admit that talking to you here tonight has given me cause to reevaluate some of the....information that I was taught growing up. Being a bit of a outc.....hmm....freethinker in my family I am used to questioning things I have been told."
"Salvas, I do not mean to be rude but, it has been a long day for all of us and I feel I must retire to my room."
If there is any food about I will take some and wrap it to take back to my room. Making sure to say thank you to all present in our group for their bravery today before I leave.
"I must admit that talking to you here tonight has given me cause to reevaluate some of the....information that I was taught growing up. Being a bit of a outc.....hmm....freethinker in my family I am used to questioning things I have been told."
"Salvas, I do not mean to be rude but, it has been a long day for all of us and I feel I must retire to my room."
If there is any food about I will take some and wrap it to take back to my room. Making sure to say thank you to all present in our group for their bravery today before I leave.
(OOC- Imagine Uldran has been raised in a family of druids and the arcane is banned or frowned upon in dwarven society. Then one day he meets Hitticus and your first eldritch blast blows a goblin in half. You read him more as shocked and wary than anything else. I would not say he displays total disgust or hatred.)
Torvin will follow Mender and on the way he will say: "Please don't overexert yourself brother you took some mighty hits while you valiantly fought those vile creatures. I only wish I had some of my healing magic left to help you."
When they enter he will say to the Goblin in common: "There is no need to act that way. We just have a few questions. Why did you and the Dragons attack the city? Who is behind the attacks and how did they get the Dragons under their control? It would be better for you if you answered......I do not know what plans the Captain has for you."
Mender give you a friendly pat on the arm Torvin. "I'm good, they've patched up all the leaks."
As you speak with the goblin it glowers at you. "We attacks because Big Lugz says attack and we have dragons because Big Lugz says we have dragons. They gobble up stinking dwarves good and proper and soon you all be dead as door knockers." The goblin begins to cackle.
"We should just kill the little bastard and be done with it." Mender grumbles.
"it's Hitticus, just remember 'when I get HIT, I CUSS' and it should stick. I'm glad you're happy, maybe we can find a way to lift the spirit of the others too eh?" Hitticus goes to slap Freak on the back, but thinks better if it.
"Ah... Got it. Let's go down below. I'm hungry."
Freak looks for a place to sit and eat and drink. If Hitticus is still with him: "You made a goblin go pop. How?"
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As Randrak mediates he listens to the world around him. He finds that listening to his breathing, and the world, he is able to distract himself from the thoughts that plague his mind.
Perception: 24
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"it's Hitticus, just remember 'when I get HIT, I CUSS' and it should stick. I'm glad you're happy, maybe we can find a way to lift the spirit of the others too eh?" Hitticus goes to slap Freak on the back, but thinks better if it.
"Ah... Got it. Let's go down below. I'm hungry."
Freak looks for a place to sit and eat and drink. If Hitticus is still with him: "You made a goblin go pop. How?"
"I dabble in some arcane magic. You don't see it much in dwarf society. Most are scared of it and consider it evil. But magic is no more evil than a pickaxe or hammer." Hitticus explains briefly before his stomach rumbles. "I could go for some food too."
Randrak you feel a sense of calm overtake you. It drives the tension from your muscles and eases the pain of your wounds. You feel the steady rhythm of you heart beat in your chest, deep and strong. The heart of a true dwarf. You sense the stone beneath you, the stone around you, the fire beyond. You are Stoneborn, a child of the Deep Rock and the blood of the ancient Shapers runs through you like veins of gold in the bones of the world. As you drift in this bastion of peace you sense another beating heart, greater and deeper than your own. For a moment only, you sense the touch of a mind upon yours, it presses in upon you, not with violence but with the sheer vastness of its being. Your eyes snap open and though you feel no alarm a single word linger upon you tongue. ....Dragon.
Torvin the goblin cackles again as you speak, "Big Lugz is head goblin, you'll meet him soon enough, yes you will. Stinking dwarves will all die then, yes they will. Big Lugz will trample their bones to dust."
"He'll have to cross the lava first imp." Mender spits a flare of eldritch magic sparking around his open right hand. He remembers himself then and looks to you Torvin in a sudden panic.
"Oh we'll cross pimple, yes we will. Big Lugz says so." the goblin snarls as it scrambles and fights against its chains.
Freak is feeling giddy after his first mug of ale. "Good food! Good drink! To freedom!"He shouts, then he smashes the mug on the floor. "Ha, ha, Haaa!"
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Mercwri will wander around the deck of the Firehook, looking for any interesting things, weapons the goblins dropped, pieces of paper, broken links from the baskets, any detritus that might contain any hint of what is behind this attack.
Investigation 19 Perception 17
He will talk to any of the crew who had been ashore before the fall of the city, asking them about any gossip, market talk, rumors and tavern tales they might have heard, even the tiniest shred of information, carefully taking note all the while. He will end up looking for the Captain and talking to her, basically asking the same sort of questions and then, or while doing so, relate all that he discovered, uncovered and thought might be the case. (OCC Which of course will depend upon what he learns, if anything.)
Mercwri you spend around an hour picking through the leavings of the battle as the crew clear up. The shattered baskets were crudely made from hardened timber, not the blackwood or stoneoak that you are used to. This is topland timber indicating that the goblins came from above not below. You manage to search several goblin bodies before the dwarves pitch them overboard. You find :
A small coin pouch containing topland coins mixed with shells and buttons. (15s, 8c)
A single gold coin of Dwarven make
A jar of pickled gnome toes
Three wicked looking daggers
A shortbow and around 20 arrows (Again the timber is from the topland)
Freak the ale continues to flow as does the food. Any of you remaining in the hall are having a grand old time and are now intoxicated for the remainder of the evening.
Torvin you questioning is interrupted by the arrival of the Captain. "I would be obliged for some time with my prisoner, alone." she says she gives the goblin a hard stare, "Good Dwarven blood has been spilt this night and this creature has a bill to pay. Do not fret, there will be enough left for you to return in the morning. It doesn't need finger nails to answer questions, nor teeth for that matter." The goblin begins to squirm and moan.
Mender puts a hand on your arm, "Best we go." he says giving you a meaningful look.
OOC: Any last actions before I pack you all off to bed for a well earned long rest?
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'Oooow! Wicked looking daggers,' Mercwri thinks to himself, wondering whether they were elven, dwarven, or some other -en made that he could discern.
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"Yeech," when he notices the gnome toes. With a surge of rage in his heart, he whispers, "I know not who ye were, but rest assured I'll be removing th' toes o' the loikes as removed yers." He will hold them over the side of the Firehook and let them fall into the lava. "Mercwri Cyflym swears it."
He will tuck everything else away and, finding the Captain, inform her of the topland connection.
Then he will go find Freak and ask him, "Can you handle a short bow and, if so, would you like one?"
Mercwri is amused to see the words left and right etched in thieves cant on the grip of each weapon. The workmanship is too fine to be goblin and you see no smiths stamp that would mark it as Dwarven make. The right hand dagger is well balanced for either close combat or throwing while the left is more of a defensive weapon with a a curved pommel above the black leather grip.
Then he will go find Freak and ask him, "Can you handle a short bow and, if so, would you like one?"
"Right now, I feel like I can handle anything, except this drink.", Freak says, taking another swing. "If only the boat stopped spinning! Thank you, new friend, I will try it after a good sleep."He squints hard, forcing the world to stay still for a moment to take in your features. "Name?"
"it's Hitticus, just remember 'when I get HIT, I CUSS' and it should stick. I'm glad you're happy, maybe we can find a way to lift the spirit of the others too eh?" Hitticus goes to slap Freak on the back, but thinks better if it.
To Salvas- "Aye, its more of a family affair. It is based more on love and respect than study, though there is that too."
"Your magic is not outlawed where you are from?" "I was taught as a child that the arcane was devilish foul magic....and yet you do not seem to be so.."
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
“Where I am from?” Salvas laughs taking a long swig or ale, “I am from a small delving upward of Baldenvelt, heartlands of High Rock. My parents have disowned me, my brothers would spit at my feet should they cross my path. My dear uncle, a high priest of Moridin tried to have his acolytes drill a hole in my skull to let the demons free.” He shakes his head.
”...but here’s the hypocrisy of it. In my cabin I have a written pardon from the Baldenvelt chamber of commerce allowing my use of arcane arts for the purposes of trade and the betterment of dwarves society. Stoneships run on magic you see and the free cities need them for trade. So here I am... out here on the fire things are different.”
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"I must admit that talking to you here tonight has given me cause to reevaluate some of the....information that I was taught growing up. Being a bit of a outc.....hmm....freethinker in my family I am used to questioning things I have been told."
"Salvas, I do not mean to be rude but, it has been a long day for all of us and I feel I must retire to my room."
If there is any food about I will take some and wrap it to take back to my room. Making sure to say thank you to all present in our group for their bravery today before I leave.
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
(OOC even Hitticus?)
(OOC- Imagine Uldran has been raised in a family of druids and the arcane is banned or frowned upon in dwarven society. Then one day he meets Hitticus and your first eldritch blast blows a goblin in half. You read him more as shocked and wary than anything else. I would not say he displays total disgust or hatred.)
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
Torvin will follow Mender and on the way he will say: "Please don't overexert yourself brother you took some mighty hits while you valiantly fought those vile creatures. I only wish I had some of my healing magic left to help you."
When they enter he will say to the Goblin in common: "There is no need to act that way. We just have a few questions. Why did you and the Dragons attack the city? Who is behind the attacks and how did they get the Dragons under their control? It would be better for you if you answered......I do not know what plans the Captain has for you."
Mender give you a friendly pat on the arm Torvin. "I'm good, they've patched up all the leaks."
As you speak with the goblin it glowers at you. "We attacks because Big Lugz says attack and we have dragons because Big Lugz says we have dragons. They gobble up stinking dwarves good and proper and soon you all be dead as door knockers." The goblin begins to cackle.
"We should just kill the little bastard and be done with it." Mender grumbles.
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"Ah... Got it. Let's go down below. I'm hungry."
Freak looks for a place to sit and eat and drink. If Hitticus is still with him: "You made a goblin go pop. How?"
As Randrak mediates he listens to the world around him. He finds that listening to his breathing, and the world, he is able to distract himself from the thoughts that plague his mind.
Perception: 24
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"I dabble in some arcane magic. You don't see it much in dwarf society. Most are scared of it and consider it evil. But magic is no more evil than a pickaxe or hammer." Hitticus explains briefly before his stomach rumbles. "I could go for some food too."
Torvin will turn to Mender smiling and whispers to him: "Perhaps but, any information we can get will be helpful."
To the Goblin: " And just who is this Big Lugz? Your kind should know a Dwarf is not easy to kill."
Randrak you feel a sense of calm overtake you. It drives the tension from your muscles and eases the pain of your wounds. You feel the steady rhythm of you heart beat in your chest, deep and strong. The heart of a true dwarf. You sense the stone beneath you, the stone around you, the fire beyond. You are Stoneborn, a child of the Deep Rock and the blood of the ancient Shapers runs through you like veins of gold in the bones of the world. As you drift in this bastion of peace you sense another beating heart, greater and deeper than your own. For a moment only, you sense the touch of a mind upon yours, it presses in upon you, not with violence but with the sheer vastness of its being. Your eyes snap open and though you feel no alarm a single word linger upon you tongue. ....Dragon.
Torvin the goblin cackles again as you speak, "Big Lugz is head goblin, you'll meet him soon enough, yes you will. Stinking dwarves will all die then, yes they will. Big Lugz will trample their bones to dust."
"He'll have to cross the lava first imp." Mender spits a flare of eldritch magic sparking around his open right hand. He remembers himself then and looks to you Torvin in a sudden panic.
"Oh we'll cross pimple, yes we will. Big Lugz says so." the goblin snarls as it scrambles and fights against its chains.
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Freak is feeling giddy after his first mug of ale. "Good food! Good drink! To freedom!" He shouts, then he smashes the mug on the floor. "Ha, ha, Haaa!"
He'll keep drinking if drinks are offered.
Mercwri will wander around the deck of the Firehook, looking for any interesting things, weapons the goblins dropped, pieces of paper, broken links from the baskets, any detritus that might contain any hint of what is behind this attack.
Investigation 19 Perception 17
He will talk to any of the crew who had been ashore before the fall of the city, asking them about any gossip, market talk, rumors and tavern tales they might have heard, even the tiniest shred of information, carefully taking note all the while. He will end up looking for the Captain and talking to her, basically asking the same sort of questions and then, or while doing so, relate all that he discovered, uncovered and thought might be the case. (OCC Which of course will depend upon what he learns, if anything.)
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Mercwri you spend around an hour picking through the leavings of the battle as the crew clear up. The shattered baskets were crudely made from hardened timber, not the blackwood or stoneoak that you are used to. This is topland timber indicating that the goblins came from above not below. You manage to search several goblin bodies before the dwarves pitch them overboard. You find :
Freak the ale continues to flow as does the food. Any of you remaining in the hall are having a grand old time and are now intoxicated for the remainder of the evening.
Torvin you questioning is interrupted by the arrival of the Captain. "I would be obliged for some time with my prisoner, alone." she says she gives the goblin a hard stare, "Good Dwarven blood has been spilt this night and this creature has a bill to pay. Do not fret, there will be enough left for you to return in the morning. It doesn't need finger nails to answer questions, nor teeth for that matter." The goblin begins to squirm and moan.
Mender puts a hand on your arm, "Best we go." he says giving you a meaningful look.
OOC: Any last actions before I pack you all off to bed for a well earned long rest?
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'Oooow! Wicked looking daggers,' Mercwri thinks to himself, wondering whether they were elven, dwarven, or some other -en made that he could discern.
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"Yeech," when he notices the gnome toes. With a surge of rage in his heart, he whispers, "I know not who ye were, but rest assured I'll be removing th' toes o' the loikes as removed yers." He will hold them over the side of the Firehook and let them fall into the lava. "Mercwri Cyflym swears it."
He will tuck everything else away and, finding the Captain, inform her of the topland connection.
Then he will go find Freak and ask him, "Can you handle a short bow and, if so, would you like one?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Mercwri is amused to see the words left and right etched in thieves cant on the grip of each weapon. The workmanship is too fine to be goblin and you see no smiths stamp that would mark it as Dwarven make. The right hand dagger is well balanced for either close combat or throwing while the left is more of a defensive weapon with a a curved pommel above the black leather grip.
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"Right now, I feel like I can handle anything, except this drink.", Freak says, taking another swing. "If only the boat stopped spinning! Thank you, new friend, I will try it after a good sleep." He squints hard, forcing the world to stay still for a moment to take in your features. "Name?"
"Ah, my name is Mercwri Clyfym and, here, have the bow and some arrows." Mercwri hands Freak the shortbow and the bundle of arrows (20).
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.