Planescape - Dead God Rising

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran sighs, he'd certainly gotten lucky with the Grimlock, though the Grimlock was far luckier. He couldn't even remember what exactly he'd done. He looks over at the githyanki, wondering if he would have suceeded had he been given the chance. He drags the Grimlock out of the rain and finally he walks over to his hat, shakes off the water, and repositions it upon his head. He fixes Rubious with a cynical look, "Well, don't you want to know why they were after us in the first place, I do." With that, he casts cure light wounds on himself and climbs up to meet the Aasimar and the Hobgoblin. "It seems you've gotten yourselves into some serious trouble, attacking us like you did. Now call me an addle-cove but I don't much twig to the idea of folk throwing their lives away. So perhaps you'd lann us as to what it is that's got you so barmy desperate."

Cure light wounds: 11

Climb: 18

Whoops, forgot my diplomacy checks: ah fudgeberries even electronic dice rollers hate non-violent solutions. Hell, the first one is the exact same roll I got for my last diplomacy check! Can I just take ten or twenty or something?

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'You'd like that, wouldnt you, berk,' says the hobgoblin, spitting at Kyran's feet. The aasimar seems less confedent, but remains silent.

Rubious regards the man's words and turns his gaze to the githyanki's body. Blood, mixing with the rain is slowly gathering in the street. 'The gith, said something before about needing more. What was that?'

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch bares his teeth and unseathes his short sword, then moves behind the hobgoblin and aasimar. He looks at Kyran expectantly, as if waiting for a signal. The shadowswyft has a short temper when it comes to those that abuse his friend's good intentions.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

The aasimar shakes his head slowly, eyeing the hobgoblin, and then Kyran. A fleeting shadow of guilt or shame crosses the creatue's face as it drops it crossbow, then it looks down to the ground.

A short moment passes and it turns to the hobgoblin,Bruuguul and Sessul are out. Perhaps they are right, Oortah.'

The hobgoblin turns to the aasimar and glares at him, his eyes slating in a foul grimace of anger. 'Turn stag, and i swear the dead book'l lahve a new name in its pages,' he says below his breath, as though no one else present would hear it

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon roughly binds the hands of the hobgoblin and leads him out of the ruin down to the street with the others, leaving the aasimar with Noch and Kyran. Taking the hobgoblin across to the street he sets him down by the dead gith. Tyrjon levels his gaze at the creature as he lays his sword on his shoulder.

"I don't have time t'waste so it's real simple berk. You start rattlin'... or I start cuttin'."

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]Tyrjon' s Inimidate
Tyrjon's Use Rope

The hobgoblins' face darkens as it sees its fallen comrade. 'We're just trying to earn us some jink that's all. Hard times, you know,' he says, angling his head upwards slightly exposing the grey skin on his neck. 'Besides, would you really kill a prone cutter while your employer looks on? Bunch of mercs like you won't risk upsetting the hand that feeds, would you?'

OOC: I am assuming that most of the others are out of sight[/sblock]

 

[A'koss]

[sblock=Nalfeshnee]"Y'know, you got a point there..."

Tyrjon lifts his blade from the hobgoblin's shoulder... then brings it back down to cut off a piece of his ear.

Grabbing the creature by the throat, he puts his blade next to the hobgoblin's eye and smiles.

"But mine's sharper."

"Try harder berk." [/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]Intimidate

The hobgoblin howls as his ear comes off. Blood flows down his face, clouding one of his eyes.

'PIKING...! Son of a Hag... my ear!' he bawls, then as he ses the blade near his throat, he speaks again.

'Ok, ok... We're hunting barmies. It's, it's a job, like you know. We capture them and take them down Undercage to the middleman. That's it, what do you care about some barmies? If it wasn't us, they would've scragged you. No screed there.'

The tone of his voice has changed somewhat, is now slightly higher, less confident[/sblock]

 

[Thanee]

Llyra

“Thanks for your assistance. You can go now.”

The large skeleton nods towards Llyra, maybe it's supposed to be some sort of bow, and then vanishes.

“Good to see, that they got your name out of the book before it was written entirely,” she says to Kyran with an encouraging smile and a pat on his shoulder.

She also nods to Rubious, saying: “Yes, we handled ourselves quite well, I must say. And good you kept the calm. As for what to do with those... uhh... I don't know... let them go?”

When Noch hands her the strange doll, she smiles and takes it, saying: “Well, I do not play with those anymore, but I can sure take a look.”

Llyra then examines the toy further.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[Sblock=Llyra]The doll looks like nothing other than a simple childs' doll. It is made in the image of a human or at least a humanoid. The craftsmanship on the figure is quite good, but it looks old, perhaps a decade old and the stuffing has begun to fall out from where the seams are unravelling. A button eye is missing, and the stitched mouth has unfurled to one side, giving it a crooked, pitiful appearance[/sblock]