Marco winces as Vaunea speaks. "Yes! Yes! W-we can g-go whenever you're ready. I'll--er--ask my cousin for d-directions.""Vaunea ready kill rats. When kill rats? Rats big?"
Cousin Eustace joins Emral, as the wizard attempts to repair the lawn. Albeit the grass is scorched because its burnt, and attempts to remove the scorch marks expose the dirt, it seems Cousin Eustace appreciates the effort, because the one-armed halfling is smiling.
Or you think it might be smiling. His face seems to have a difficult time assuming the proper muscle configuration. If a skull could smile, it might look something like that. But skulls don't smile.
"Oh," sighs Marco, "Look! We're all just getting along. Isn't it nice?"
Cousin Eustace pats Emral on the back. "Ahjus'wan'taethankyaeferwha'yaedaedt'maelahn."
Marco walks up, clasping his hands with joy. "Cousin Eustace says that he wants to express his appreciation for your work on his lawn."
"Aye!" says Cousin Eustace.
And he punches Emral in the testicles.
[sblock=Really?]Is Vaunea the only one that guessed this was coming? I am SO dissappointed. If only more people had performed Insight checks...
And spent those healing surges...
Like Cousin Eustace did...

[sblock=Surprise Round]Cousin Eustace uses "Nut Cracker" on Emral. v. Fortitude (1d20+3=18, 1d6+3=6) Emral suffers 6 points of damage and is stunned (save ends).[/sblock]
Cousin Eustace snarls a long, incomprehensible string of noises, pointing at Marco. Then, at you.
Marco yelps. "Cousin Eustace mocks your abilities as warriors. He says your powers are weak and effeminate. He states that he will not give his sword to a group of :gulp: swine sodomizers, such as yourselves. He further adds that you may do your worst, for he has no fear of your weapons or spells. Indeed, he says that he will place his foot so far up your anal orifice that you will taste shoe polish."
"COMGAETSUM!"
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