Ring of the Fey Lord (DM:Atanatotatos, Judge:Lord Sessadore)Up:Lorik, etc.

[TwoHeadsBarking]

At the unicorn's surrender Haruka takes a deep breath and regains her composure. She narrows her eyes at Ironheart's outburst.

"Well, that was tactful. Now we have to wait around for them to wake up." she tells Ironheart as she tucks a lock of hair that had fallen out of place back behind her ear.

"What are we going to about Lorik?"

[sblock=ooc]You know JNC, having Ironheart shout things like "Don't you hurt them!" isn't doing much to convince Haruka that he wasn't sent to protect her. And I don't need to spend any healing surges, so that little confrontation gets delayed for another battle.[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

Ikni turns her last cut into a flourish, stepping back just as Ironheart lumbers through and lays the unicorn low. She looks disapprovingly at the ambulatory tree, but chooses not to confront it just now. "Good fight. I enjoyed that," she says.

She inspects her blade carefully and methodically, but finds it in good condition. Between the magic of the weapon and the fact that all her blows were turned to the flat, it needs no cleaning. Shrugging, she sheathes it and turns to the wild-haired gnome. "Thank you for your assistance in this matter. It was timely, and had you chosen to join the other side, I do not think we would have prevailed."

 

[covaithe]

[sblock=Rhole's secret origin?]Not long after I posted last, I was thinking about Rhole, and by sheer chance I ran across this:

Battle For Milkquarious

I think that's pretty much permanently my mental image for Rhole.
[/sblock]

 

[Dunamin]

Shrugging, she sheathes it and turns to the wild-haired gnome. "Thank you for your assistance in this matter. It was timely, and had you chosen to join the other side, I do not think we would have prevailed."

“Hey you’re welcome, rock chick!”

The gnome bows to his front, right, and left, interspersed with occasional waving, as if he had just finished a grand show.

“Fat chance of me siding with Lord Goatballs lying over there. I owe him no allegiance, only gave him the honor of hiring me for a private gig.”

Rhole pauses to blow a wolf whistle towards his stone-skinned companion. “Rock on!” The tiny gargoyle flies back to nest in Rhole’s hair, landing with about as much grace as a drunkard in a haystack. Turning back to Ikni and the rest, he continues:

“You see, I’m on tour to make my debut across these so-called Transitive Isles, but figured I would give it another shot in the fey community upon invitation from King Jerk there. It started pretty sweet; we were delivering radical masterpieces that tore up the place, making the faeries fawn, the nymphs moan, and the dryads bloom.”

“At the feast afterwards, however, Goatballs was all: “Don’t go, living legend! Keep my life meaningful by playing just one more night!” So I took pity and agreed to blow their minds for another night, and then another, but he just kept pushing it with less tact and more force.”

“You know the end of it.”

Rhole fiddles with the surreal music instrument in his hands to detach his extensive goatee, which makes it roll up at his chin with a barely audible “whirr”.

“My name is…”

The bard is interrupted by his tiny partner popping up from tufts of hair with a comparatively tiny string-instrument, this one having four strings and sending out much deeper yet similarly amplified tones.

“Hmpf!”

“Rock!”

“Yeah, that’s Rock. I’m Rhole.”

 

[Dunamin]

[sblock=Inspiration]

Not long after I posted last, I was thinking about Rhole, and by sheer chance I ran across this:

Battle For Milkquarious

I think that's pretty much permanently my mental image for Rhole.

Ha, that's a nice one, in a pretty spaced out way! Reminds me a bit of The Darkness (the band, not the comic).

As for inspiration, major sources for Rhole include Tenacious D's Jack Black and Jimi Hendrix.[/sblock]

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

[sblock=Wow...]

Not long after I posted last, I was thinking about Rhole, and by sheer chance I ran across this:

Battle For Milkquarious

I think that's pretty much permanently my mental image for Rhole.

I'm going to be so pissed at you if I have nightmares of those hair monsters.

Also, we picked up two more healing potions a million years ago that sort of got forgotten in the downtime. One to each defender?[/sblock]

Haruka bows to the gnome. "My name is Haruka Sato. I must say, your music is like nothing I've ever heard before. A shame your previous employer was so greedy; I imagine most people are content to hear you only once."

She smiles and continues quickly, "I don't suppose you spent enough time in this... creature's employ to learn how rapidly he recovers from blunt trauma? We need him to give us directions, as you may have overheard."

 

[JoeNotCharles]

Ironheart mumbles, "Sorry. I thought they were stlil threatening. I don't know why I thought that..."

 

[Dunamin]

Haruka bows to the gnome. "My name is Haruka Sato. I must say, your music is like nothing I've ever heard before. "

“Nice to meet you, Haruka.”

“I have a really good feeling about my stuff – no, more like an epiphany, in fact. I really think it will revolutionize the music industry.”

She smiles and continues quickly, "I don't suppose you spent enough time in this... creature's employ to learn how rapidly he recovers from blunt trauma? We need him to give us directions, as you may have overheard."

“Oh, wish I had witnessed him suffering any kind of trauma before… My music is medicine for soul and body alike (as half of you also felt earlier), so I guess I could try to speed up his recovery. Those horns are the hallmarks of a thick skull, though - he’ll come around in a few minutes.”

Rhole casts a nervous glance at the satyr.

“True, I couldn’t overhear you wanting to mess with the Lady of Nightmares. Why would you want to seek out the Mamajama of Bad Business? And who’s Lorik?”

Ironheart mumbles, "Sorry. I thought they were stlil threatening. I don't know why I thought that..."

“Don’t sweat it, tree dude. The horn on that horsie is simply mad.”

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

“True, I couldn’t overhear you wanting to mess with the Lady of Nightmares. Why would you want to seek out the Mamajama of Bad Business? And who’s Lorik?”

Haruka sighs. "It's a long story, but the short version is a blacksmith in Daunton seems to have been framed with the theft of some fey lord's ring, and she appears to be the one responsible for it. The blacksmith hired us to get everything settled before the fey lord's minions kill him. So now we have to find the Lady of Nightmares, secure the ring, and return it to Lord Arnamil so that he'll leave our employer alone." There is notable scorn in Haruka's voice when she mentions Arnamil.

"The journey hasn't been easy, and as our companions fall they are spirited away by some unknown entity. Lorik was grievously injured in our previous fight, and I suspect something bewitched us into leaving him behind when we left this morning."

[sblock=ooc]That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.[/sblock]

"You're welcome to follow us, if you'd like. And we did give you the opportunity to escape from the satyr."

 

[Dunamin]

"You're welcome to follow us, if you'd like. And we did give you the opportunity to escape from the satyr."

“Sure, why not. I’m not sticking around to suffer more possessiveness-complex syndrome from desperate satyr-fans, that’s for sure.”

Rhole unrolls his right sideburn which similarly extends to ridiculous length, fixing it as six strings on his instrument the way his goatee was set up earlier. He strikes a few hair-strings and turns tuning keys at the headstock, until he’s somehow achieved the same mysteriously amplified sounds.

“This journey you guys are on sound like it would make a wicked fresh piece. No better way of telling such a tale than through the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper.”

The gnome bends back and starts up a wailing riff for his latest song.

“Let’s go, Rock, time to write a new chapter in the chronicles of epic master jams!”

“Go-time!”

The little gargoyle leaps out from Rhole’s hair to accompany his rhythm, delivering a massive deep beat with its own four-stringed instrument. The two passionately thrash on their instruments, stirring the party’s spirits and infusing an inexplicable urge in them to nod their heads to the music.

Song of Rest – Everybody regains 5 extra hp for each surge they spend at the end of this short rest.​

Master Exploder