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

[Shayuri]

Dreadnought has long since given up on following every word from the dwarf's mouth, instead settling on trying to get the gist. The gist seemed to be; Hudder, owing someone a debt, wished to help the group as well as enlist the services of a shifter.

It'd do for now, he decides.

"Well met, Hudder," the warforged ponderously replies. "The one you seek has led us to you."

 

[stonegod]

As Dreadnought speaks, the branch with the large bird becomes a branch with a shifter. It looks down upon the group. "I am no tracker. I have not been told here Thrashak's be. Best you turn back."

 

[Graf]

Hudder is still absorbing Dreadnought's words when Domoris reveals himself. He makes an involuntary half jump back and has his shield halfway off his back before he gets a good look at the shifter. Then he lets out a booming laugh "Ha! Right under me nose!"

"Yeh got some powerful magic in yah laddie, that's fer sure! Harysh was right onna money tell'n me 'bout yah! Tha' god's hav'n guided us tah yah is a sure sign tha' we need yer help!"

"As I was jus explaining it's a matter o' honor that we press on an get this thing done. No turning back, no way no how. Not till this thing is done." the newly arrived dwarf's face is the picture of resolution.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Morph

Morphs finds himself amused at the dwarf's discovery of the shifter. In a more serious tone he says, "Honor is nothing but an idea made up by dwarves and knights in shining armor. There is no honor here in Xen'drik, only death. We have already lost one of our number, and if you are going to follow us, you might as well join us. That is, as long as everybody else agrees."

Morph looks to the shifter. "What about you? Are you just going to melt away into the brush again? From the end of our last battle, it appears you might have a problem with apes, or at least what is going here in the jungle. From what I understand you shifters are in tune with nature. If what Hudder said is true, other creatures have been affected as well. This intrigues me as it probably interests you. Perhaps our interests may align for the moment. You get strength in numbers to fight the misshapen monstrosities that move within the boundaries of our home, and we get someone who knows this area and most of it's denizens firsthand."

 

[stonegod]

The shifter looks sourly at the warforged. "I do not babysit. I do not know where the Tharashk have gotten themselves killed." His eyes narrow a bit. "But if abominations be tied to this, they must be ended. I shall assist."

Decision made, Domoris becomes the large bird again, waiting for the next move.

 

[Graf]

Hudder listens to Morph seriously. I'm sorry for yer loss, wish I'd arrived sooner. He says somberly.

As much as I'd like tah say that dwarves made up honor, in my experience it's prevalent in ala the races ta one dagree or annuder.

After Domoris finishes speaking Hudder bangs his shield "Yer making tha right decision! Betcha we poke around we can stir up some o' tha same trouble tha' 'em Marchers met wit'!" He looks over at Ganyon. "Good Finder! Which way were yer Housemates headed?"

 

[s@squ@tch]

Ganyon

Ganyon eyes the dwarf suspiciously.

"If'n ye say yer a friend o'Barrak's, then how come I've neva 'eard a ya?"

He gives the flambuoyant dwarf a cursory look.

"Yer uut 'ere in the depths a da jungle, makin' all kinda racket, then start droppin' names o' me mates."

He shakes his head.

""So if'n yer so friendly wit me clanmates, then mebbe yull tell me sompin' 'bout Nardon or Barrak, god rest 'is soul."

He pauses a moment, kisses his fingers, then points them to the sky.

"Cuz it ain't everyday ya meet all sorts o' friendly folks in da jungle....."

 

[Graf]

Hudder raises an incredulous eyebrow upon hearing that Ganyon has never heard of him. But he diplomatically smooths his face into a smile.

Canna fault a fella for begin cautious.

Tah be honest I havena met good Nardon more'n a few times.

But yeh be want'n tah know somethin' I knows about ol' Barrak, nine protect 'n keep 'im. Tricky thing; don' waana be speaking ill o' the dead. Lessee I suppose I could say that he was an honest fella who never cheated at cards, and he never won neither onnacounta his habit of pull'n 'is lower lip when he had a decent 'and.

He was a Marcher through an' through but he was out here in Xen'drik fer years, he never said howcome, but I recon it had something to do with that girl with tha' birthmark over her eye, on tha' lived in tha' same village as 'im but married tha other fella.
He weren't tha type tah come out an' say it, o' course.

Met his brother once, Tardak. Muscular fella, eye patch. Said they used to call ol' Barrak "monkey foot" cause he could climb up a tree wit' jus' 'is feet.

That enough of the sorta o' details a friend o'Barrak, may tha' keepa be blind tah his passing, would be know'n?

 

[Rolzup]

Still staggering a little, a now much healthier looking Darv rejoins the party. "A pleasure to meet you, Master Hudder. And if you can use that axe half as well as you sell, I'll be even more delighted to know you. It's been a rather rough few days."

He turns, and bows in Domoris' direction. "And to you too, sir, I bid welcome to our company. Such as it is."


[Sblock=OOC]
Darv will cast Mass Lesser Vigor to heal himself and the other wounded folks. Any chance of a Knowledge check to figure anything out about those apes?

I tried Knowledge: Nature and Knowledge: Arcana, and got a 29 on both, oddly enough.

And sorry I've been so quiet the past few days. Baby's got reflux, and we ain't gettin' no sleep. I'm trying to get back up to speed now.[/sblock]

 

[s@squ@tch]

Ganyon

The scouts sour look fades as the dwarf speaks.

"Well, I guess ya did know Barrak, God rist 'is soul."

A small smile briefly appears on the guides face.

"Anyone who knew 'is poker tell had tah have spent some time wit 'im."

The smile disappears.

"Welcome aboord ta ya then. Keep up and keep yer eyes peeled. We're startin' to get inta the Scorpion Claw clans territerry, so if'n yer gittin' da feelin' yer bein' watched, ye probably are."

"Right, now, lits git back on da trail fer the Titan Teeth."

He looks up to the sky to get his bearings, then draws his kukri and heads out. Using his blade as a machete on any of the jungle plants and vines that get in his way.