S@squ@tch's Against the Giants - Team Gold

[Shayuri]

Dreadnought is quiet for a moment, then says, "I...think I understand. He said the dwarf hadn't seen him. So the dwarf, who may be seeking us for some reason, believes he is in the jungle alone, and is in fact in some danger."

Another pause, and the bulky warforged appends, "Will you lead us to him? Or at least point the way?"

 

[stonegod]

Another pause, and the bulky warforged appends, "Will you lead us to him? Or at least point the way?"

Domoris shrugs. "Could. Less likely he die if you find him. Unless you hunt giants. Then it won't change much." In a flash, the shifter becomes a sleek bird of prey and alights to a nearby by tree, waiting for the others to follow.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Morph

Morph's form suddenly changes as well. Silver scales become silvery metal and clawed fingers become three fingered hands and his body expands and reforms into humanoid shape. Morph looks at the bird/shifter in more than a little jealousy. "The giants, attack in numbers it is true, and their magic of old is strong indeed from what I have heard. Perhaps strong enough to create such monstrosities as these," he says as he points to the tentacled apes.

Almost ready to start out, Morph looks at the body of the dead warlock. "It is not customary to care for the bodies of the dead? Perhaps we could take what magical gear he had. There is no reason why is should rust and be forgotten here in the jungle. I can burn the body if that is suitable to everyone."

"The dwarf? Yes, it would be good to see what news he brings, whether it be good or ill. If he is hostile, we should be able to take of him. If not, then he will probably be grateful for the ability to talk to something other than the trees."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

[sblock=Void]
In the back of your head, you hears a familiar dark, gurgling-like voice.

"Ah, your slave mind is like a beacon to me. No matter where you go, you cannot hide. Mark my words, gith, you will make a most interesting slave and thrall once again, as it is destined for all your kind."

[/sblock]

[sblock=DM]
I just can't wait for my fists to crush your squid like head.
Void think, knowing thay the mind flayer can read his thoughts.
[/sblock]

Void will follow the party secretly, not wanting to reveal himself to the new comer and the so called dwarf they seek now. He will watch them closely, trying to figure if this mysterious shape shifter is integrities or a foul enchantment of the mind flayer.

 

[Rolzup]

"This has not been a good day," Darv sighs, wearily. "Who remains wounded? I can do something about that." He winces at the pain of his own wounds, and sits down to the ground with a groan.

He listens to the conversation, nodding absently. "We should indeed find this dwarf. After attending to our fallen companion. Hell of a way to die," he continues, shaking his head. "Hell of a way to die."

 

[s@squ@tch]

double post

double post

 

[s@squ@tch]

"We best give 'im a propa' jungle burial."

Ganyon pulls out a shovel from his pack and begins to dig a shallow grave. After about 10 minutes of digging in the soft jungle soil he has excavated a trough large enough to fit the warlock's body.

With the aid of the goliath, they put the man's torso and lower body into the grave, then go back and wrest the arms free of the dead ape-creature's grasp.


"Itsa been a while since I'd 'een a man torn'in two lik dat." Ganyon says as he shakes his head and places the arms back with the corpse. He then covers Asenfel with the dirt.

Ganyon turns to warforged wizard and says,"It be bad joojoo tah take a mans treasured items from 'im in the heart o' tah jungle -- I''ve 'eard many a tale 'bout curses and such."

[D]aa[/D]

[sblock=Void]
"Sssssuch impotent thoughts. Do you not realize how long your people have sssserved my ilk? Do you not remember that you owe your heritage to your Masssster'ssss? Ssssuch imprudencccce will get in you trouble. No matter how hard you try, you cannot hide from me -- even in the dark depths of the jungle. Know that I can, and will, ressssstore you to your proper place at any time."

"Perhapssss you will sssshow more resssspect once you are immerssssed within a sssspawing pool."

"It is a sssshame your human friend could not keep himssssself together....."

A dark chuckle fills your mind.

"I ssssure do hope the resssst of you are more entertaining......."

[/sblock]

[D]aa[/D]

The shifter/bird slowly leads the group off to the southwest, pausing from time to time in the low hanging branches while it waits for the earthbound travellers to catch up. Not more than an hour or so goes by before you occasionally here something that sounds like a humanoid's voice.

As you get closer to the source, the group begins to vaguely make out singing in the distance. It sounds like a sailors sea shanty, to ward off the Devourer when passing through Shargon’s Teeth. The singer is off key and seems to have gotten a few words wrong.

Oh I may go down....
I may go dooowwwnnn
But let it not beeeee.....
In the teeth of heeeee.....​

You then hear:
[sblock=Dwarven]
Fire my forge with cheap goblin coal, it is the same blasted tree.
[/sblock]

"Ye not be fool'n ol' Hudder wit' yer cheap tricks, those Tharask folk've done better tah've left some markers. Ain't sensibly gonna get any back-up if the back-up can't find 'em."

From the sound of the creature, he hasn't not spotted or heard the group yet, but from the sound of the rustling tree branches, he is just on the other side of a thicket from you.


OOC: Only Davan, Void and Darv are injured at this point.

 

[stonegod]

The sleek bird circles the group once then dashes off, only to land on a tree near the dwarf. It looks imperiously down at the out of place wanderer, waiting.

 

[Graf]

Still looking around Hudder notices the bird.

Well, hello there, dunna suppose you be onna thos' magical talk'n birds o' tha Fallen Temple o' tha' Purple Hand? Me mate ir'Maagan swears he met a flock o' yah round last season.

Hudder looks at the bird.

The bird looks at Hudder.

"Well, ir'Maagan did say those bird'er ten feet long'n purple. And that Temple ain't near here no how."
[sblock=Dwarven]Enough talking to the wildlife man. Not gonna save that expedition standing in this here clearing.
Let's see, last time I went that way, so this time I'll go -this- way.[/sblock]

The sound of a heavy, armor-wearing figure crashing through the underbrush is audible.

 

[stonegod]

The bird looks on passively. Its awfully big for a bird of prey. Almost dwarf sized....

OOC: A druid's shapechange doesn't change size at the first two levels, so that bird's Medium...