renau1g's Fort Belurian Adventure [Pathfinder]

[Rhun]

"Now, THAT I want to watch! From a safe distance, of course."

"Do not worry, Master Gnome. I wouldn't expect you to get anywhere near the fray."

 

[Leif]

"Iffy" P. Quackenbush, Gnome Divine Sorcerer

"Do not worry, Master Gnome. I wouldn't expect you to get anywhere near the fray."

"I think I'm genuinely hurt! There may me more to me than you think, O Grumpy One!"

 

[Rhun]

The dwarf shrugs. "From what I hear, you'll have plenty of chances to prove that."

 

[Leif]

"Iffy" P. Quackenbush, Gnome Divine Sorcerer

Bored with these dour Dwarves, Iffy begins once again to play and climb around in the ship's rigging.

 

[Rhun]

Baelor grins darkly as the gnome makes his way into the rigging, and returns to puffing on his pipe.

 

[Shayuri]

From below deck there's a loud mournful howl that reverberates in the ship's timbers and brings back primeval memories from when humanity (or applicable humanoid race) was primitive and tribal and huddled around a fire at night when the beasts ruled the world...the howl of a dire wolf.

At the aft, Maighan tilted her head slightly and sighed to herself. "Don't worry Ragnar...we're almost there."

 

[Scotley]

Rych

The wizard jumps at the sudden eruption of noise and then settles back with a wry smile. "I thought there were plenty of horrible beasts in Chult already, but it seems at least one of our number is not satisfied with what the Gods put there."

 

[Scott DeWar]

*puff puff*
"Are these beaasts good for food? i am sure we may need to do some hunting as well as being hunted, er, I mean evading to survive this rescue mission." *puff puff* "very good tobacco, by the way master dwarf."

 

[Rhun]

"Ah, thank you Master Mandison," says the dwarf around the stem of his pipe. "I look forward t' chopping down an' cooking a few o' these jungle beast with you."

 

[Leif]

"Iffy" P. Quackenbush, Gnome Divine Sorcerer

From below deck there's a loud mournful howl that reverberates in the ship's timbers and brings back primeval memories from when humanity (or applicable humanoid race) was primitive and tribal and huddled around a fire at night when the beasts ruled the world...the howl of a dire wolf.

At the sound of the howl, Iffy jumps with fright and almost falls headlong from the rigging. Quickly recovering his balance, ht clutches onto the ropes for his dear, Gnomish little life. "I don't remember hearing that before during this voyage! How did we take on a new passenger here so far from shore?"