[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[Ferrix]

The elf Liera approaches Neville from the side, "if troubles you have, we may be able to do something about them, yet our path is set and we must travel long with these mules by our side. These lands are harsh, as you well know, leave us one and let us be on in safety, lest we could do something else for you." Her presence is surprisingly calming.

OOC: Well my Diplomacy check 1d20 (18) + 19 = 37 would take a hostile creature to friendly, we'll see how this goes.

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

After casting the Daylight earlier (see last post), Azreal makes no attempt to hide the shield spell he manifests. His wings flutter and he flexes, lifting himself off the ground.

OOC: With the Daylight spell and Darkvision, just how many critters are there?

 

[Karl Green]

As the new ‘female’ appears and speaks to the creature… it seems unswayed but does not make any movement, when a brilliant light, clear and fresh as daylight washes over the small clearing. The creatures do not seem to react at all to the light – even though some of the Leagues flinch from its sudden brightness – but after a second or two it, and those within its radius look around and seem confused. They sniff the air and most – except the one that has been speaking with the group – start to pull back a bit, hissing as it were “Pain, why does it come… Burn, the warmth does bring…filthy, they are, unclean with heat…” they mutter among themselves.

The speaker remains bent and unmoving, turning its hood toward elf Liera “Price, ye must pay… Taste them, we want, but price, what do ye offer?”

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Watching the dialogue back and forth between the group and the "leader of the creatures" Taran is tense with anxiousness for battle. The visceral thrill literally thrums from his body as he watches his companions begin the opening dance. While he waits with the patience of his draconic ancestors he keeps his eyes and bow focused upon the lead creature, waiting for a sign.

 

[taitzu52]

OOC-Damn it Karl!!!:
[sblock]OK, Neville's got a 20 Wisdom and a lot of experience. Help me weigh the consequences. How screwed will we be if the mules go? We have 2 Handy Haversacks and a workoholic warforged. Not to mentions some lazy byatches that can just carry it.

Less in his area of expertise, how nasty do these guys look? You said 30, right?[/sblock]

 

[Karl Green]

OOC-Damn it Karl!!!:
[sblock]OK, Neville's got a 20 Wisdom and a lot of experience. Help me weigh the consequences. How screwed will we be if the mules go? We have 2 Handy Haversacks and a workoholic warforged. Not to mentions some lazy byatches that can just carry it.

Less in his area of expertise, how nasty do these guys look? You said 30, right?[/sblock]

Neville...
[sblock]There are at least 30, maybe a few more. As for how powerful they look to Neville, they are not moving very fast, limping and twisted as they are. There weapons look really old and rusted. He doughs they could hurt Azreal or Fury very much...
As for could you carry all your supplies without the mules? more then likely as Fury can carry a lot all by himself and the two sacks[/sblock]

 

[taitzu52]

As the light begins to grow, Neville looks out at the thirty some sets of ravenous eyes staring the Extraordinaires down. He swallows another large lump in his throat, and throws his hands up, yelling, "Fine! Two asses for you! We shall prepare the sacrifice!!!"

He storms off over to the mules. Calling Fury over to help, he grumbles under his breath as he undoes the harnesses, letting the stores slide slowly to the ground. "I told them. I told them, 'more asses!!'" he mumbles to himself. He leads the mules over between them, saying "I Neville Rathbone of Breland hold you to your oath! Harass us not this time nor the next. One ass for each!" He releases the mules collars and backs away.

He returns to the pile, and begins to repack the gear. He is still grumbling to himself, but better his pride be injured than his precious head.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Backing away slowly from the gathering of creatures, Taran makes his way to where Neville is repacking the food. Carefully slipping the backpack from his shoulders, he does his best to slide it at Nevilles' feet. "Friend Neville, I have room in my back for a bit. From what I know of its enchantment it could hold another fifty or sixty pounds. And I will gladdly carry more if needed." thru the dialogue he keeps his eyes set on the creatures ahead.

 

[Bobitron]

"And I will gladdly carry more if needed."

"I do not think that will be needed, Taran. I can carry the burden without fatigue." Fury squats down once the creatures have all departed and accepts the provisions.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

"Very well, but the offer will remain." With that Taran crouches to pick up his backpack, while keeping an eye upon the creatures.