New Heroes Arise IC

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Tealeaf : Halfling Rogue 2

Jillian badly fakes a look of surprise followed by her placing her hand to her chest and clearly mouthing the word "me?". Then she pulls out her stuff as well as the stuff that she 'acquired' from the sick party members. She finally, reluctantly pulls out three smokesticks, two tanglefoot bags, a sunrod, an alchemist fire, an acid flask, and four potions (Cat's Grace, two Levitate, Bull's Strength).

"There you go!"

 

[doghead]

Jillian badly fakes a look of surprise followed by her placing her hand to her chest and clearly mouthing the word "me?". Then she pulls out her stuff as well as the stuff that she 'acquired' from the sick party members. She finally, reluctantly pulls out three smokesticks, two tanglefoot bags, a sunrod, an alchemist fire, an acid flask, and four potions (Cat's Grace, two Levitate, Bull's Strength).

"There you go!"

Hoegor blinks in surprise. He hadn't been expecting her to ... well he didn't know what he had been expecting really.

He throws back his head and laughs.

"Forgive me Jillian. I have lived a fair while amoung the civilised people, and have aquired some familiarity with their ways. Some of their trapping even. But I'm still a barbarian under it all, and the barbarian's suspicion of the ways of the civilised people runs deep. I forgot myself, and offended you. I should have shown more faith, for you have been a faithful companion in all that we have done so far."

"I apologise."

He drops his eyes to the collection between them.

"I am concerned about the troll. It would cause great damage if let loose behind us. I was wondering about the possibility of dealing with it. Perhaps a solution lies in amoung this lot."

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Tealeaf : Halfling Rogue 2

the small halfling looks at the items and then to the barbarian. "Perhaps... What kills a troll? I haven't done that much in the way of killing things."

 

[doghead]

Hoegor is still for a moment.

"Nor have I. And before I rode out on this quest, most of the monsters I had fought were human.

"Legend has it that trolls are tough, but they are vunerable to fire. Only, they are too stupid and mean to fear it. Perhaps we could split into two groups and draw it into the corridor, forcing it to expose its back to one group or the other. But whoever stands upfront will need to be careful, they can kill a man with a blow, I've heard.

"I wonder if the tanglefoot would slow it down much?"

 

[Pyrex]

"Aye, I've heard that fire'd stop'em as well.
I think we should avoid it if possible. If the wolves and bears are smart enough to avoid them, mayhap we should follow suit."

 

[doghead]

"We could. It is locked in a room a little way along the corridor at the bottom of those stairs."

Hoegor nods in the direction of the stairs.

"Its no danger so long no one decides to let it out."

Saying the words makes Hoegor suddenly very aware of how be an "if" that is. He shivers.

If no one adds anything further, Hoegor suggests everyone should get some sleep. He also suggests that they pair up for the watches. Two pairs, 4 hours on, 4 hours off. Head back in before daybreak.

 

[Jemal]

The night watches go by with no problem, and any who do rest find it damp but refreshing. early in the morning as breakfast is being prepared, there are sounds outside of someone approaching, and the animals look off to the distance, where the sound is coming from.

OOC: Thomas, this's your character. Your mother sent you to the town, and along the way you've become lost in the ever-strengthening rain. You haven't had too much trouble and now can see signs of an encampment ahead, amongst some ruins.. fire, and the smell of food cooking.

 

[doghead]

Hoegor looks up, then at the others.

ooc: I've been getting all the good lines . Someone else want to do the meet and greet this time?

 

[Pyrex]

Beric stands up from his breakfast and walks towards the noise;
"Who be out there? Come on out, we'll not be hurt'n ye."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"That's good to know," a refined male voice returns conversationally. "Did you hear that, Geoff? They're not going to hurt us." A tall and thin young man enters with a flourish, his black leather coat streamed with rain and his black hair plastered to his head. He roots around in his coat for a moment, leaning casually against a wall, and comes out with a small container of tobacco and a scrap of parchment. Applying one to the other, he eventually ends up with a cigarette, and the little flash of a tindertwig reflects briefly off of his eyes.

As he does so, a dull looking fellow follows, leading a well-bread riding horse and a decidedly less well-bread mule. He's dressed in common clothing and says nothing as he begins tying up the animals.

"So," says the man conversationally. "How are you doing this fine morning? As the great Djinn Emerti once said, I'm betting none of you speak Ignan." The last is in a language that seems to consists of crackling and hissing sounds, as if to imitate the fire burning nearby.