TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)

[mohalloran]

Vaunea, still huffing and puffing with anger, picks her axe up off the ground. After a few moments of rest, she walks over to Finnian, quite angered. "Never stand on axe. Enemy stand on axe. You enemy?" Her tone begins settling slightly, but her axe and shield are still drawn, ready in case the fighting begins again.

"He" she says, pointing to Eustace "throw stone. He throw bird. He" this time pointing at Emral "use fire. And he" with one last flourish, she points at Drivan "use fire. Vaunea use axe. If take axe, Vaunea no fight skeletons. Maybe help skeletons."

Figuring that she got her point across, Vaunea walks over to near where Eustace's friends are sitting and begins idle chatter with them until a deal is reached.

[sblock='Actions']I figure that it isn't necessary, but just in case, I spend a healing surge and get back 9 HP, so I'm at full HP.[/sblock].

 

[Atanatotatos]

[sblock=ooc]:uh-oh: acting all friendly? You wouldn't if you had been punched in the groin...[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=Vaunea's Insight]It's a genuine offer of surrender.[/sblock]

Livid with rage, Hadarai carefully takes up his sword from the ground and points it at the halfling in front of him, speaking slowly, in a dark tone: Hand over the sword, little one. Now."

Cousin Eustace tries to keep a stern expression, but it cracks apart in laughter. The halflings on the porch break up in laughter as well.

"Saeplaes."

"Cousin Eustace says that you should be more polite."

...Turning back to Eustace and ignoring Hadarai, Finnian grabs the halfling's hand again and shakes to with renewed enthusiasm....

Cousin Eustace responds with something completely unintelligible, but it does sound friendly.

Drivan...“Cousin Eustace…I hope that my magic didn’t offend you?” Drivan inclines his head in a gesture of respect in the general direction of the Halfling.

"Ef'nyaedaen'twant'afaendmaewai'dyerkaepyaesin't?"

Marco approaches and translates. "Cousin Eustace says that he made his wishes clear enough that this be a bare-knuckled battle, so if you truly did not intend to offend him, why did you not comply with his desire?"

Eustace nods. "Wahaesed."

Vaunea, still huffing and puffing with anger, picks her axe up off the ground. After a few moments of rest, she walks over to Finnian, quite angered. "Never stand on axe. Enemy stand on axe. You enemy?" Her tone begins settling slightly, but her axe and shield are still drawn, ready in case the fighting begins again.

"He" she says, pointing to Eustace "throw stone. He throw bird. He" this time pointing at Emral "use fire. And he" with one last flourish, she points at Drivan "use fire. Vaunea use axe. If take axe, Vaunea no fight skeletons. Maybe help skeletons."

"Huh?" He looks at Marco and shrugs. Marco, mystified, shrugs back and mouths, I don't know.

"Taelyaewutyaerawlabunchadaertaechaet'rsbutaeletyaeusemahsardaeneewaes."

"Cousin Eustace states that your valor has impressed him, and he is willing to loan his sword to you for the Battle."

The elderly halfling offers his hand to the party. "Naehahdfael'ns?"

Marco nods, beaming with joy. "He regrets his actions and offers his hand as a token of apology!"

[sblock=Make Whole]The spell description refers to an item. I don't know if it would work on a living thing. What do you think Sessadore?[/sblock]

 

[mohalloran]

[sblock='Random Question']How do you do a strike-through?[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

[s]blah blah blah[/s]

 

[weldon]

Finnian is taken aback at Vaunea's accusations and holds a look of complete surprise before narrowing his eyes just a pinch as he responds.

Look Vana, girl. Didn't mean nothin by it, alright. Just didn't want ya to leave this here old boy without any arms, or a head for that matter. Swinging that crazy axe around, who knows what mighta happened. He just wanted to scrap a bit's all.

Finnian stops to wipe some of Eustace's drink that is still dripping from Vaunea's face. He reaches up and uses the back of his hand to flick some drops away. As he turns back he takes in Hadarai and watches as he shifts a little uncomfortably and takes note of his oddly wide stance.

Hmmm, yes. That was stepping a bit out of line there, wasn't it. Back home, going below the belt with a sucker punch probably wouldn't sit well with the crowd. Still...

Finnian hesitates, his eyes darting back and forth between Vaunea's sopping wet face and Hadarai's visible discomfort as he shifts his weight back and forth just slightly. But then his eyes break away and lock on the halfling again.

Still, that was an amazing throw back there. The silly grin returns, bigger than ever. Are you gonna show me that one? I'd love to get a chance to flip that oaf around like that. Boy, wouldn't that be rich, to see ol Vauno up in the air like that. Ha! C'mon. Show me, will ya?!

 

[Reklaw]

Drivan watches Finnian's take on the situation with an interested look, shaking his head slightly when he wipes the liquid from Vaunea’s face.

[Sblock=Finnian’s ears only<Ghost Sound>]”You might want to let them both cool down, I don’t think they’re in great moods right now, they both let their anger get a hold of them a little more than the rest of us. Not that they didn’t have reason too, but remember, our goal here is to fetch a magical sword, not make friends with this crazed old Halfling...”[/sblock]

 

[Atanatotatos]

Hadarai is pale with rage, but he takes a deep breath and sheates his sword nonetheless. He turns a walks away a few steps, but not before commenting: You may need to review your idea of "polite", "cousin".

 

[fireinthedust]

Emral cackles as he watches the flaming sphere spin about in its space. The orb churns and spins, as does a smaller version in Emral's grip, though the smaller one is surrounded by tiny red runes in some primordial script that orbit it like a hundred moons...

Burn with the cleansing fires of unbridled wrath, my pretty! Scour the weak with your...Oh, are we done now? Right then!

With only a slight tinge of regret, Emral closes his fingers and the Flaming Sphere vanishes.

Hmm... Drivan, think we can mend this garden? Just tidy it up a bit, I suppose. With that he starts a Cantrip about the lawn, tidying up the scorch marks off the grass and polishing the ash from the leaves. Ah, good as new. Let's get that sword, shall we? I'm a mite peckish!

 

[mohalloran]

Vaunea lowers her axe and walks towards Marco, seemingly more pleasant now than she was a few minutes ago.

"Vaunea ready kill rats. When kill rats? Rats big?" She mentions this last comment, off-handedly. It seems that Vaunea has no interest in actually getting the sword, but will wait around until the sword has been retrieved for the group. However, she is still standing around with her axe and shield drawn, looking almost like the group's guard.