Crossed Paths, Part II

[Manzanita]

I'll assume Marcus is still carrying the lantern. But feel free to move into the room if you wish.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar eyes the lizardmen warily. "Brioc? Have negotiations gone sour?"

 

[doghead]

"I don't think that they are friends."

Marcus glaces into the room. If the lizardmen in the room don't seem to be preparing for a battle:

"On the other hand, who the hell knows. Why don't we back up a bit?"

 

[Krilith]

"I don't think that they are friends."
"On the other hand, who the hell knows. Why don't we back up a bit?"

"That could be a smart move, but, we do not know what lies ahead after we take the 2nd turn, more traps could be layed out there.
And if we would turn and run they would follow us, they would also follow us after we have drawn steel and decide to flee then.
Either way, we will be running with haste and these lizards will chase us.
lets wait, and see what happens.
Brioc, whats going on? what do you think?

 

[doghead]

Marcus grimaces.

"Back up. A bit. As in, let them get through the door. Which we are blocking."

ooc: still assuming that the lizardmen in the room do not apear to be preparing to defend themselves. If they are, then its a whole different ball game.

 

[Manzanita]

The lizardmen are drawn up with weapons drawn, in a defensive position in the room. They have made no offensive move. The lizardmen in the south hallway have stopped about 15 feet from the party, and are standing at ready, but making no move to advance closer. I am simply waiting for Jarval to continue the negotiations at this point.

 

[doghead]

ooc: then we can ignore the last little dialogue I suppose. Its always a risk throwing in stuff based on an "if". Oh well.

Marcus looks to Brioc for a response after his "friends" comment.

 

[Jarval]

Spoiler

"You want my sword?" Brioc says, less than keen to part with his weapon. "I am reluctant to part with it, as it is worth several thousand gold pieces. Why does my blade intrigue you so much?"

Brioc looks back along the passage at the sound of the approaching footsteps. He flinches as the leader of the new band of lizardmen roars, before quickly turning back to the druid.

Spoiler

"What did he say?"

He asks urgently, his hand dropping to the hilt of the sheathed scimitar on his belt.

Spoiler

"We wish you no harm, but these newcomers look less than friendly."

"I'm not sure what's going on. The negotiations have not yet turned sour, but the leader of the lizardmen is asking for my sword as the price for giving us information. I'd rather not lose my weapon so soon, but it if I have to trade it to stop a fight, I will." Brioc says to his companions as he waits for a reply.


(Sorry about the delay everyone. I suddenly had a lot more of an assignment to do than I'd planned on, and haven't been on-line since Sunday. Bad timing on my part, I know...)

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"That's a good sword, Brioc. Make sure you get a good trade for it- perhaps more than simple information."

 

[Manzanita]

"Those are simply more of my people; they are not your concern. Your scimitar glowed, and smelled strange. I did not like it. Let me see it, hold it. There are stories of such things." says the druid.