[IC] The Odd Job

[Azurewraith]

"The book would certainly tell us if anyone in town was a Lycan,mindflayer drone,vampire or a lich"

 

[jonathonhawke]

"So go get it."

 

[Azurewraith]

"You are implying I go desecrate a heroes grave? You go to far." Balin's hands are physically shaking as he shouts up at the women infront of him.

 

[xynthoros]

"Wait... Your father literally took it to the grave with him didn't he? As in the book is buried with him isn't it?" Ben is somewhat intrigued at the idea of digging up a grave, but at the same time tradition and custom has him kind of squeamish at the thought as well.

 

[Azurewraith]

"Yes he did! Balin is still shouting at this point.

 

[xynthoros]

"You should either get the book or leave it, but don't pine after if you don't have the balls to go get it. Unless of course you are saying that while you wouldn't want to be caught desecrating a heroes grave, you don't have a problem with the likes of us desecrating a heroes grave." Ben shouting back at the Halfling. He was getting irritated with the tiny man.

 

[jonathonhawke]

"Did he say why he wanted it buried with him?" Galdar asked.

 

[Azurewraith]

Balin calms down slightly his hand still resting on the trigger."Yes it was always his plan, something to do with a promise he made to a friend."

 

[Azurewraith]

OOC: Sorry this rather important post got ate by the net. It slots in between Ben and galdar speaking.

Balin pulls out a expertly crafted hand crossbow the string reflects the morning sun, the front of the bow is a intricately carved women with arms out stretched hands facing towards the group, holes have been carved in just the right shape and size of a bolt. The odd thing is there is no bolt slotted anywhere on the device. The bow is leveled at Ben and Balin remains silent. The halfling does not look like much if a threat, however there is something clearly off with his weapon.

It would appear Balin has been pushed to far and he is teetering on the brink.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Darrowhill/Manor
9:31 AM
Round 0

Hrgach just smirked at Ana and set to work on the door with his dagger. “What man wastes silver like this?” he wondered as the others argued and bickered behind him. Sure, just let him do all the work…

Hrgach turned back when he had a nice bag filled with the silver spikes...to find Balin pointing some kind of ornate crossbow at them.

“Bloody hells!” he exclaimed, drawing his greatsword. “Put that away or lose your head, little man,” the hobgoblin growled menacingly.

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Inspiration: 1
AC: 17 (chainmail, defensive fighting style)
HP: 22/22 Vitality: 17/17 HD: 2/2d10
Saving Face (1/R)
Second Wind (1/R)
Action Surge (1/R)
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