(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom [IC]

Larian nodded, not wanting to offend his new companions, nor to intrude on their business. Mayhap you should deliver the message, and then we should all report on the attack. That would give me a chance to ask the Speaker about the keep. I would suggest the halfling and dwarf see to our comforts, as that seems more in suiting to their particular areas of expertise. Here he winks at Warren, knowing the halfling cares little for conferences, and would much prefer a warm meal.
 

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From Larian's side, where the halfling's been keeping to (opposite the strangers he doesn't yet trust), Warren replies in Common "Eh, suits me I guess, but you'd better ask the Speaker if anyone can go back to the farmhouse and take care of the people who died there."

He turns away from the guards and Larian, striding over to the dwarf, and says in clipped Dwarven "C'mon Mr. Beard, the tall ones want some private time together. Our job's to stake out the inn and demand some food." The halfling snickers and starts walking off, looking for the local inn and tavern.
 


He grins.

"Now, you little halfling git. Got you peeing your pants there for a second, now didn't I. Lets say you buy me a beer or five to make me forget that insult. Name's Gurguannin. Call me mister beard again and I'll shave you as bald as the day you were born, Clangeddin be my witness. Of you go, bigfellas, me and shorty here will sort you out at the inn."
 

For the love of Kord, Siobhan mutters exasperately, going over to Warren and Garguannin. ENOUGH! If blood is to be shed here, let it be the blood of goblins and the like who deserve your ire. This infighting will accomplish nothing and ruin a great deal. If you wish to have a competition to prove your skills, do in a practice ring, not in the middle of the street in broad daylight like common thugs.

OOC: Is anyone else going to help Siobhan restrain the dwarf if necessary?
 

Gurguannin looks at Siobhan, a surprised look on his face. "I thought it was dwarves whoweren't supposed to have any sense of humor. We're just kidding here."

OOC : sorry I thought it was clear he was just joking.
 

Siobhan shrugs. Sorry, but you've not shown a sense of humor, and you seemed rather angry. And I'd rather not see murder done over a petty insult.

OOC: No, not in the slightest. :) I guess I'm just really trigger-happy when it comes to stopping fights(in real life I tend to be the mediator in the party...or the one who needs one). Oh well, sorry about that. Siobhan tends to jump to conclusions, so it's not terribly out of character.
 

The guards look at each other after the display. One says to the other, What should we do?" They confer briefly, then one heads inside. He comes out with a second figure.

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"My name is Norro Wiston, and I'm the Town Speaker for Drellin's Ferry. Who are you all?"
 

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Well met, Speaker Wiston. We are honored that you would come and speak with us so quickly. We have just survived a very organized ambush on the road to your fine town, and wanted to apprise you of the danger facing other travellers. Those hobgoblins showed the trappings of an extended heirarchy.
Additionally, I understand that my new companions here,
he gestures toward Siobhan and Tyrla, have an important message for you.
 

Avril - Human Druid - Spot +11 - Listen +11
Scarlet - Riding Dog - Spot +5 - Listen +5


Avril slipped closer to stand beside Larian as the guards went inside the building. She motioned to Scarlet to come closer and sit down beside her. Laying one hand on the dog's head, she smiled warmly as the speaker arrived and introduced himself. "I am Avril," she said pleasantly, " and this here is Scarlet." Her hand rubbed the dog's head in appreciation.

She waited until Larian had finished, and the added a few sentences of her own. "We're also sorry to have to inform you that some of your people on the outlying farm were killed by the hobgoblins that attacked us. We were hoping that you'd be able to inform the appropriate people, and arrange for any requirements for burial. I would imagine that the hobgoblin bodies that we stacked there will need to be burnt or otherwise taken care of." She looked at the halfling, Warren, trying best to capture his wishes. "We thought it best that we leave the wisdom of the matter in your hands."

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OOC:

Avril hp - 26/36 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) + Siobhan Healing
Scarlet hp - 23/30 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5)

Spells and Abilities Active:

Barkskin (Avril, +2 Natural Armor, 50 min.)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Barkskin
Produce Flame (Extended)
Entangle
Cure Moderate Wounds
Cure Light Wounds
Cure Minor Wounds

Wild Shape (1 Used)
Metamagic Rod of Lesser Extend (1 Used)
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