Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Init:
Relic: 21
Dim Tiggle: 18
Bog Mallam: 12
Daylily: 11
Quioan: 11
Simp Tiggle: 6
Kazanto: ?
Relic casts his spell, which effects the larger man and one of the quicker to move brothers. Their eyes glaze over, though the larger man fights its effects. His companion is not so lucky, however, and moans before collapsing in a heap.
The leader looks back at the party and rushes forward trying to club Daylily, but misses badly.
Then an arrow from Quioan embeds itself in his arm (-4 hps to Bog Mallam). "Oi, they are playing for keeps!" The man drops his club and pulls out a short blade, but he and his remaining companion are quite shaken and willing to listen to Daylily's words.
Daylily interposes himself between the thieves and the party, with a placating posture. "I am sorry for the bad manner. You want stop and bandage before fist fightings?"
"I'm thinking I'd like to take you up on that offer. Though from the arrow in this arm and looking at the size of you, I must admit I'm feeling a bit of the fight taken out of me."
The party and the two remaining men stare at one another warily, until a voice from behind the group speaks. "Bog Mallam! Simp and Dim Tiggle! What in the name of Sapo are you doing?"
"Mimfred, that you? Oh hell... the boys and I had heard that ol' Frickard was dead. Seeing as he always had some good trinkets to sell, we thought we'd do a little side business and procure some valuables. Figured he'd not be needing it."
You can hear Gadral sniff in disgust. He must be at the top of the staircase and behind the party, also. "Gentlemen, these are members of the Craftsmen's Guild. Hired muscle and low ranking members, certainly, but still members. You can see what kind of men you are dealing with. If you want to run them through for their crimes, my guild will certainly be understanding of your decision."
Relic: 21
Dim Tiggle: 18
Bog Mallam: 12
Daylily: 11
Quioan: 11
Simp Tiggle: 6
Kazanto: ?
Relic casts his spell, which effects the larger man and one of the quicker to move brothers. Their eyes glaze over, though the larger man fights its effects. His companion is not so lucky, however, and moans before collapsing in a heap.
The leader looks back at the party and rushes forward trying to club Daylily, but misses badly.
Then an arrow from Quioan embeds itself in his arm (-4 hps to Bog Mallam). "Oi, they are playing for keeps!" The man drops his club and pulls out a short blade, but he and his remaining companion are quite shaken and willing to listen to Daylily's words.
Daylily interposes himself between the thieves and the party, with a placating posture. "I am sorry for the bad manner. You want stop and bandage before fist fightings?"
"I'm thinking I'd like to take you up on that offer. Though from the arrow in this arm and looking at the size of you, I must admit I'm feeling a bit of the fight taken out of me."
The party and the two remaining men stare at one another warily, until a voice from behind the group speaks. "Bog Mallam! Simp and Dim Tiggle! What in the name of Sapo are you doing?"
"Mimfred, that you? Oh hell... the boys and I had heard that ol' Frickard was dead. Seeing as he always had some good trinkets to sell, we thought we'd do a little side business and procure some valuables. Figured he'd not be needing it."
You can hear Gadral sniff in disgust. He must be at the top of the staircase and behind the party, also. "Gentlemen, these are members of the Craftsmen's Guild. Hired muscle and low ranking members, certainly, but still members. You can see what kind of men you are dealing with. If you want to run them through for their crimes, my guild will certainly be understanding of your decision."
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