[LPF] Toad in the Hole

[DalkonCledwin]

Fae'shiel listens on in silence and tries to remember her history lessons about the area that this man was describing, trying to figure out if any of those woods were inhabited by any fey creatures resembling what he was describing.

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Marcus listens to the tale, an eyebrow up in interest at the description of the dog-men. He smirks as the statement is made the guard ran first.

Some guard.

This is said with a hint of joking sarcasm, before he turns his attention to considering the dog-men-things.

 

[Systole]

[sblock=Marcus]The creatures he's referring to are almost certainly pugwampi gremlins, which are vicious, despicable little fey. As fey, they have a very minor resistance to weapons not made of cold iron. Unlike most fey, however, they speak gnoll. While they're not particularly exceptional in combat, pugwampis have an aura of unluckiness that can make them dangerous.

Nice roll, by the way.[/sblock]

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Marcus considers the description. He shakes his head a little.

I know this will sound a bit funny, but it sounds like Gremlins. Fey creatures. Little dog looking critters. From what you've said probably one of the nastier bunch. Likely pugwampi, which is why they look like bulldogs. Not an overly threatening lot, usually, but they've a reputation for being bearers of bad luck. Best bet to get their attention would be something cold iron. From what I remember, they have a real aversion to the stuff. Though they can still be dealt with.

He shrugs.

Lady Atchka's teacher in magic used to tell her stories about all manner of creatures. She had a particular love for his stories of Fey, including gremlins.

This last offered as explanation, if anyone wondered.

[sblock=Systole]Thanks, the die roller usually isn't kind to me much at all. I hope the IC explanation for why he knows so much is acceptable?[/sblock]

 

[Systole]

[sblock=ooc]You don't have to make up extensive explanations for this kind of thing unless you want to. Knowing weird bits of trivia happens in real life, too. Heck, I do pub trivia a lot, and I see this happen six or seven times a night. Making your K:Nature roll is not anything to unduly stress about.[/sblock]

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

[sblock=ooc]Just the way I am, if I have a good IC way to do things, I'll do it if it doesn't interfere with anything. Anyway...[/sblock]

 

[DalkonCledwin]

[sblock=OOC]I am going to go on the assumption that once she has heard the name of the creatures Fae'shiel is able to confirm what Marcus has said about them due to her being of Fey Lineage and a noble of the Elven Courts.[/sblock]

Fae'shiel frowns when Marcus says that the creatures that had attacked the caravan had been Pugwampi. "Well this complicates things. I am all for retrieving your stolen goods Lady Varga. But I am not about to go in and slaughter a lesser Fey Species unless I have absolutely no alternative. Especially one that is as misfortunate as the Pugwampi. I mean it is a miracle they had the luck to stumble into this mess in the first place. I would very much prefer to attempt a diplomatic solution if that is at all possible. These creatures are afterall very distant cousins of mine."

 

[Systole]

[sblock=ooc][MENTION=6680145]DalkonCledwin[/MENTION] Fae'shiel would probably not know the Pugwampi very well, for the same reason that the King of England would not know the inbred, mutant, cannibal hillbillies living out in the Ozarks. If you do want Fae'shiel to get to know her inbred, mutant, cannibal hillbilly extended family, you'll need to start putting ranks into K:Nature.

Also, she may rethink her stance on her inbred, mutant, cannibal hillbilly extended family once she meets them...

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[Caim]

"So let get this straight. They covered the road? With what exactly? Did they have a tarp or some other covering to make it look like the road. Maybe you were just drunk like I'm thinkin ya are now." Mortar takes another hard look from the Varga to Alvise. "And if ya was in the employ of some of me kin...ya would be gettin that shipment back yaself or die tryin."

Mortar scratchs his beard as he trys to recall pugwampi's. "That name sounds familiar, but..." He dosen't finish as he seems to thinking on the name still.

[sblock=OOC]Alot can happen when your sleeping. I'll expand on the pugwampi's if I rolled high enough. BTW I work 7pm-7am EST and I work tonight. So prime posting hours for me are early in the morning and my days off. [/sblock]

 

[Systole]

I know this will sound a bit funny, but it sounds like Gremlins. Fey creatures. Little dog looking critters. From what you've said probably one of the nastier bunch. Likely pugwampi, which is why they look like bulldogs.

Alvise nods enthusiastically. "Aye, puswampi ... puggampus ... what you said, that's exactly what I was gonna say!"

"These creatures are afterall very distant cousins of mine."

Alvise turns somewhat pale and begins edging away from Fae'shiel at this revelation. "Well, uh, that's ... nice," he says, trying to hold a grin on his face that desperately does not want to be there. "That's, uh, nice for you."

"So let get this straight. They covered the road? With what exactly? Did they have a tarp or some other covering to make it look like the road. Maybe you were just drunk like I'm thinkin ya are now." Mortar takes another hard look from the Varga to Alvise. "And if ya was in the employ of some of me kin...ya would be gettin that shipment back yaself or die tryin."

"Who's drunk?" Alvise says, not entirely convincingly. "And it ... it was a trap! We couldn't see the pit, okay? So it was a tarp, or leaves, or something. I don't know ... the horse fell, and the next thing we knew, the puff-wamfers was all over and we was running. I didn't exactly have time to sit down and look over what they put out for us. 'Ooh, this seems to be a triple-baited spring trap mechanism with a Foisty-Majeur camouflage array! What? Is a that a nightmare doggie poking a blade in me kidney? Ooh, that smarts a bit! What travails I must endure for science!' Yeah ... bugger that."

Varga smacks Alvise in the back of the head. "More answering the question, less commentary," she says. To Mortar, she adds, "Oh, he will be assisting you to return the cargo, or he'll have me to deal with. And Alvise ... let me assure you I can be much, much more unpleasant than a pack of wee gremlins."

The half-elf is unable to repress a shudder.

..... Varga Renlow ......... Alvise Biaggio ...