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Vimak's words set off Spider, whose mood quickly turned from jovial to angry. "Ey! Gold'orn, o first line, tell I da tru: who issa dis dat gold'orn bring? Huh!?"

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Vimak's words set off Spider, whose mood quickly turned from jovial to angry. "Hey! Ingvar Goldenhorn, of the line of Asterion the First, tell me the truth: who is this that you brought with you? Huh!?"
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OOC: Tag: [MENTION=14889]Mewness[/MENTION]
 

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The Sergeant comes back in, "Right, the rest of you that signed up. I am afraid we no longer need you. All the recruitment spots have dried up... he turns to go.

The ogre still following, "Sir there is the bridge"

The half giant goggles at him "We lost the 1st cohort trying to take that bridge, what chance do this lot have."

The ogre shrugs, "give em a chance, and if not you don't av to pay em."

The half giant thinks for a second. Very well, if you really want a job come with me...

OOC: Don't worry it's not quite as suicidal as I make it sound, just RPing the allowance of a second wave and trying to make it a bit different. And sorry for the delay, wanted to get the others off before I started the second one.

http://www.enworld.org/forum/living...bound-judges-n-dm-cute-hydra.html#post5463150

 


"I'm more inclined to buy the lass something. What is she? His slave?" Vimak says un-approvingly.

As Vimak says this, the girls looks at him sharply, with an angry expression.

Vimak's words set off Spider, whose mood quickly turned from jovial to angry. "Ey! Gold'orn, o first line, tell I da tru: who issa dis dat gold'orn bring? Huh!?"

Goldenhorn looks over at the girl, who hastily turns her gaze away from Vimak and composes her face into an expression of calm. "Why are you not eating?" The minotaur demands severely. The girl immediately dips her bread into her soup and takes a large bite. Unsatisfied, the minotaur crosses to the table and dips one horny finger into her bowl. "What is this watery rubbish you're feeding yourself?" he asks, tasting it. "Do you think I intend to send you back to your parents even thinner than before? Shame upon my house if I do!" He cuts a generous slice of meat from his own portion of food, transfers it to her dish, and glowers at her until she begins eating it. He then turns back to the other occupants of the tavern with an air of challenge.

"How disappointing. I find here no-one of name, no-one with ambition, and indeed, no-one with any manners. I hear only rude suggestions that I am a slaver, made by accusers too cowardly to identify themselves."
 

"I an I issa no coward!" Spider shouted, stepping closer to the Minotaur. "I named Jarro Sarak. Issa 'ollarin at dis young ooman wha ya call mannas? Tell ya wha: ya tell I an I wha ya doin' wit dis ooman, an I an I tell Gold'orn 'bout I's ambition."

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"I am no coward!" Spider shouted, stepping closer to the Minotaur. "My name is Jarro Sarak. Is yelling at this young woman whatyou call manners? Tell you what: you tell me what your doing with this woman, and I'll tell you about my ambition."
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OOC: I'm sure it goes without saying, but no harm meant. Just killing time in-character. As it turns out, Spider hates slavers, and so really it's Vimak's fault for suggesting as much. :P
 

Goldenhorn faces Spider unflinchingly. "I have heard much of the loutish behavior of humans." (Spider's orcish ancestry seems to go unnoticed by the minotaur.) "It was foolish of me, perhaps, to expect better, even in a place so famed for its heroes. Nevertheless, it would be wrong to ignore one human's concern for another, however boorishly it is expressed." He looks over at the girl, who is devouring her meat hungrily and sucking the grease off her fingers. "She is perhaps a trifle thin. But she is certainly no slave! My original servant had to return home; I decided to engage another. She is paid for her work, and free to depart if she ever finds the terms unsatisfactory. So now, Jarro Sarak, you may demonstrate to me--if it lies within your power--that you have anything other than vulgar words with which to account for yourself."
 

Vimak Stonecarver, Goliath Runepriest 5

"I'm Vimak Stoncarver, adopted son of the Stonecarver clan, from a line of master runesmiths.
So she is just a thin human who is glad she found someone to buy her food. I'm fine with this.
What I'm not fine with, is bothering Jarro with your fancy words. You speak more distinguished, but your words were more rude than his. He asked a question and you called him 'coward'. Don't make the futile attempt to hide hostile meaning behind fancy words from me."
Vimak says, standing up and declaring calmly.

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4th level version below. Will update the sheet soon.

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Vimak Stonecarver
Perception: 15 Insight: 19 Normal Vision
AC 21 Fortitude 17 Reflex 16 Will 18
Initiative: +4
Hit Points: 44 / 44 Bloodied: 22
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw:
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:11 Surges per day: 10 / 10
At-Will Powers: Word of Diminishment, Word of Binding, Lightning Damage
Encounter Powers: Rune of Mending 2/2, Stone’s Endurance, Flames of Purity, Symbol of Wrath Reversed
Daily Powers: Rune of Endless Fire, Shield of Sacrifice, Deny CA Bonus, Extra Lightning Damage.

Condition:

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"I don't mind if you only need a witness. Boredom is already present, and learning something about magic in the meantime is an appropiate use of my time."

"Well! I've never seen anyone like you before. Happy to have you, and I look forward to learning about your species as much as you do about my magic. Made of crystals, are you?" Rabbit leans forward to ping against one of the shardmind's angles with a fingernail, but then thinks better of it and withdraws his hand. "What's your name? And do you know what stars were ascendant when you were, uh, 'born' I assume? Neither one is important to the ceremony, I'd just like to know. Oh, nevermind, someone else is here."

"I am a specialist in people sir, not the arcane. But I would be interested in coming to provide an 'Insight'." Karma remarked to Rabbit his sparkling green eyes focused hungrily on the drama that was unfolding with the ogre in the corner.

"Don't worry, no arcane knowledge is needed. No insight, either. You just need to watch. It's important for the magic that it's witnessed."

"That's four witnesses. Anyone else? Anyone? It's very important that we have five witnesses."

7 Rabbit looks around anxiously, but nothing is forthcoming. All of the adventurers that might be interested are forming up with the ogre, or paying more attention to the argument starting up by the door than to his words. He sighs, and turns to Artemis. "I'm afraid you'll need to come up with one more witness on your own before we can continue..." he begins, when he's interrupted by a throat clearing from behind him.

"Ah'll go," says a sandy-haired human dressed in coveralls, who stands swaying next to a table. His friends grab at his arms to try and seat him, but he pulls away. "No, ah want to go," he says, more firmly.

"Dun be a fool, Bob," calls another farmer from the other side of the table. "That's 'venturer's business. Ye'll git yerself kilt!"

"Ah don't care!" insists the farmer. "Ah want ta see sum MAGIC! All mah life ah've lived jes' down the road from Daunton, whit all dese 'venturers having 'ventures an' castin' spells an' fightin' monsturs an' such, an ah ain't YET seen any magic! Cousin Joe had a cow explode an' man-eatin' plants grow out all its cow pies, an' ah was in town at market an' ah misst it! An'en ah git back from market, an' ah find out that jest after ah lef'n town, a giant turtle pulls up with a whole gladiator arena on 'is back, an ah misst that too! An maw says ah kin't go back an' see it on account o'the harvest, an so ah has to stay home an work, an by the time ah goes back to Daunton it's gone agin. Well ah'm SICK of it, y'hear? Afore ah turn twenny, ah wanna see some MAGIC, an' ah reckon this is mah chance!"

Before he's even finished speaking, 7 Rabbit is standing beside him pumping his hand. "That's the spirit, my boy! I promise you, magic you'll see! And don't worry," he tosses out to the table of muttering farmers. "This is just a simple ritual of investiture. Bob doesn't have to do anything, just observe. We're not conjuring anything or transforming anything or blowing anything up. We're just calling down the spirits that live in the stars and binding them to a man's soul. Simple. No danger WHATsoever. Absolutely no danger, guaranteed." He smiles charmingly.

Farmer Bob belches and sags back into his seat. Rabbit looks at him in concern, as he turns back to his volunteers. "Right, well. I need to get some sleep, and then Artemis and I have a lot of training to do. The rest of you, meet at midnight at Stargazer Hill. That's out in the woods, about a half hour's hike." He leans down and bellows into Bob's ear. "YOU GOT THAT, BOB? STAR-GAZ-ER-HILL. GO NORTH, THEN... oh, hell, I'll draw you a map."

Rabbit makes sure everyone has copious directions and will be able to find the ceremony. "All right? Everybody clear? Two weeks from today, at the dark of the moon, midnight, Stargazer Hill. The ritual can't go ahead without each and every one of you! Poor Artemis is counting on you to save his soul from a demon or somesuch! So don't be late!"

"Ah'll be there..." mutters Farmer Bob.

OOC: Two weeks is IC time. OOC, we'll skip ahead those two weeks, so you can go post in the adventure thread right now!
 

"Well! I've never seen anyone like you before. Happy to have you, and I look forward to learning about your species as much as you do about my magic. Made of crystals, are you?"

"I'm called Shale. As for knowing about my kind, that's actually my entire motivation right now - specially having in mind that my continued existence requires vey little upkeep. I still have to meet someone like me, and the information contained in the local ibraries is scarce."
 

“Welcome Bob! I think two weeks will be enough for me to get my affairs in order. I have some commissioned work to tidy up, so I’ll be busy until then.”

Lilli heads towards the door and then looks back towards customers and future companions.

“Farewell, all, until we next meet.”

At the door, she turns to give a cheery wave to those inside before heading off up the street. She takes a last look over her shoulder and sees a small vulture land on the shingle post and start edging towards the swinging “sign.”

“Oh, yuck…”
 

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