jkason said:
"The undying is all over, from what I can tell."
The big half-orc scowled. This he didn't want to hear, as he took great pride in killing things. If all his enemies in future were going to refuse to die like that then it complicated things immensely. It would take too long to devote much time to rendering a mediocre opponent's body useless, but if he did not they would pester him while his attention was on worthier adversaries. This problem demanded fixing, but as the probability of the solution being right next to him was incredibly slim he figured some do-gooder like Ghost would probably be willing to go to the effort required to settle the issue.
Not long after that, Ba'aktar made no motion to intervene when the two men he barely knew exchanged less than pleasant words. If anything the possibility of hostilities piqued his interest, and he was almost hoping to see the measure of the two's skills. This turn of events saw the departure of his scowl, but when Ru confirmed the presence of undead up ahead Ba'aktar started smiling. He hoped dearly to cross their path, their heads would make fine additions to the ettin's.
Fenris said:
"My apologies then little sister, I had no idea that halfings were so difficult to sex."
The half-orc gave a little chuckle at the banter going back and forth. With the cessation of potential hostilites, for the time being, he would find entertainment of a different sort.
Fenris said:
"Oh, and you can call me Jackal if you like, and by the by you're welcome."
"Ru, Jackal, I will remember those names," he mentioned.
At next opportunity, when remembering his previous interactions with the ladder, he waited until there was noone else on it before climbing. At the top Ba'aktar took on a guard role, but seemed to be actively looking for an opponent in the near vacinity rather than actually remaining vigilant for threats against those ferrying children up. He doesn't spend long or go far, so soon finds himself helping Jackal, his massive strength being put to a constructive use.
"Tell me of your sword, Jackal. It kills well, I would know more of it," the half-orc said, the sight of the Robe's ghastly death still fresh in his mind.
