Hildor didn't plan on walking out of the cave unescorted with so many strangers outside. They'd had a close enough call when they met the first two in the village. Nor did he plan on leaving Nae'talis. As far as Hrolf was concerned though, Hildor couldn't care less. As long as Nae'talis and some of these dwarves walked out with him, Hildor would follow quietly.
The Ancient Paths - Path I
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Dowkan decides to make life a little difficult for the Tyrran and ignores the 'polite' statement. Standing his ground, Dowkan simply winks at Sunder as he hopes to force the Tyrran to move away if he wants some privacy for discussions with Hrolf.
[sblock=ooc]He's got a low Charisma, so it may as well manifest as a pain in the a*se[/sblock]
[sblock=ooc]He's got a low Charisma, so it may as well manifest as a pain in the a*se[/sblock]
hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
The Tyrran looks at the stubborn dwarf as a lawyer might a stubborn juror.
"What is you name, mercenary? I will be reporting you to Captain Andri for mutiny," he says coldly. He casts an apologetic look to Hrolf for having to have him see this.
Sunder smacks Dowkan hard in the back of the head.
"There'll be no need o' tha', lieutenant. I'll be sher he gets an earfull from Captain Grogor," Sunder says while fixing Dowkan with a warning look that dared the younger less-experienced warrior to protest.
[sblock]Him and Hildor both
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The Tyrran looks at the stubborn dwarf as a lawyer might a stubborn juror.
"What is you name, mercenary? I will be reporting you to Captain Andri for mutiny," he says coldly. He casts an apologetic look to Hrolf for having to have him see this.
Sunder smacks Dowkan hard in the back of the head.
"There'll be no need o' tha', lieutenant. I'll be sher he gets an earfull from Captain Grogor," Sunder says while fixing Dowkan with a warning look that dared the younger less-experienced warrior to protest.
[sblock]Him and Hildor both
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hippocrachus
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~ Dowkan ~
"Ye bloody see tha' I don't either," Sunder continues with the hollow threat as the two dwarves move off down the tunnel at a slow enough pace for the elf and wizard to catch up to. "Waggin' yer tongue in front o' butter bars there isn't gonna gitcha a purse full o' coin, ye durned fool."
Even though Dowkan doesn't remember ever saying anything, the crotchety old dwarf's point was easy enough for him to see.
"Ye bloody see tha' I don't either," Sunder continues with the hollow threat as the two dwarves move off down the tunnel at a slow enough pace for the elf and wizard to catch up to. "Waggin' yer tongue in front o' butter bars there isn't gonna gitcha a purse full o' coin, ye durned fool."
Even though Dowkan doesn't remember ever saying anything, the crotchety old dwarf's point was easy enough for him to see.
hippocrachus
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~ Dowkan ~
"Ye had enough fun fer one morning. His Honor back there," he throws a thumb over his shoulder, pointing contemptuously at the Tyrran, "says the lot o' us is movin' off ta Silverdown ta do some architetcher. Or whatever tha bloody puff'd up turkey thinks us dwarves is good fer."
Sunder looks behind him to make sure the other two weren't too far back. He didn't want them to get lost...
"Why didn' ya tell me ya bloody heard them?" he asks the other dwarf with an attempt at a whisper.
"Ye had enough fun fer one morning. His Honor back there," he throws a thumb over his shoulder, pointing contemptuously at the Tyrran, "says the lot o' us is movin' off ta Silverdown ta do some architetcher. Or whatever tha bloody puff'd up turkey thinks us dwarves is good fer."
Sunder looks behind him to make sure the other two weren't too far back. He didn't want them to get lost...
"Why didn' ya tell me ya bloody heard them?" he asks the other dwarf with an attempt at a whisper.
"I did, cloth ears!" Dowkan retorts as he shoves the older dwarf in the shoulder with the palm of his hand. "Architeching? Why by the two moons would I want to be architeching for? I just want my ten pieces of gold. And if they're wantin' architechs then they've got the wrong dwarf. I might have to start lookin' at me options, I might."hippocrachus said:
hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
The two dwarves, Nae'talis, and Hildor enter into the large cavern echoing with the sounds of dwarves talking loudly in side passages. Nae'talis and Hildor recognize the cavern to be the one where they fought the dire bat and its brethren.
The four of them continue into the chamber Logbrag the ogre called home and further into the light of midmorning. They are greeted by a column of Tyrrans just about to head into the cavern. The tall fellow at the head of the armored ranks pulls off his helmet and stares gawking at Nae'talis and Hildor before finding the words to speak.
"Where did they come from!?!" he almost yells in surprise. He holds out a hand to keep any of the soldiers from making an aggressive move.
"This 'un found 'em chattin' deeper in," Sunder answers, pointing to Dowkan, and easily taking up the command.
The ranking officer turns and hurriedly sends runners off to find his commanders.
"Inform Father Braggi and Captain Andri immediately!" He turns back to the party glaring. "Where is the High Cleric's nephew? Hrolf! Where is Hrolf!?!" he says in an increasing panic.
~ Hrolf ~
The Tyrran watches the human and elf leave with a disgusted yet satisfied stare. When the four are out of sight and their footsteps can no longer be heard echoing back up the tunnel, the Tyrran turns his attention back to Hrolf.
"Why is it that your gods challenge us so?" he says in a voice more grating than before. "The mortals walk about as if they were in control. What arrogance. And these beings that name themselves gods look on in a stupor. We offer new order. New power."
The Tyrran studies Hrolf with a dubious expression, thinking the cleric of Tyr too dumb to understand.
"You have over-stayed your welcome here, mortal!" he says in a suddenly guttural language that Hrolf shouldn't have been able to understand. It was as if the meaning was clear in his head even though the words passed through his ears.
Hrolf shakes himself of distraction just in time to see the sword coming at him. He draws his own sword and meets the downward chop in a block, clashing an inch from his face.
What was once a Tyrran soldier is now a multi-hued unnatural visage of a man in spiked armor and glowing purple eyes. It's as if the same illness that affected the kobolds had twisted the Tyrran into a weapon of evil.
It takes a step back from Hrolf and begins to laugh in its throaty voice. The being's laughter echoes in the cavern as it melts into the floor; its eyes glow maliciously at the cleric of Tyr until they're lost in the stone at his feet.
Hrolf wakes with a start just outside the lighted chamber he had fought the kobolds in the night before.
Nae'talis and Hildor are nowhere to be seen.
The two dwarves, Nae'talis, and Hildor enter into the large cavern echoing with the sounds of dwarves talking loudly in side passages. Nae'talis and Hildor recognize the cavern to be the one where they fought the dire bat and its brethren.
The four of them continue into the chamber Logbrag the ogre called home and further into the light of midmorning. They are greeted by a column of Tyrrans just about to head into the cavern. The tall fellow at the head of the armored ranks pulls off his helmet and stares gawking at Nae'talis and Hildor before finding the words to speak.
"Where did they come from!?!" he almost yells in surprise. He holds out a hand to keep any of the soldiers from making an aggressive move.
"This 'un found 'em chattin' deeper in," Sunder answers, pointing to Dowkan, and easily taking up the command.
The ranking officer turns and hurriedly sends runners off to find his commanders.
"Inform Father Braggi and Captain Andri immediately!" He turns back to the party glaring. "Where is the High Cleric's nephew? Hrolf! Where is Hrolf!?!" he says in an increasing panic.
~ Hrolf ~
The Tyrran watches the human and elf leave with a disgusted yet satisfied stare. When the four are out of sight and their footsteps can no longer be heard echoing back up the tunnel, the Tyrran turns his attention back to Hrolf.
"Why is it that your gods challenge us so?" he says in a voice more grating than before. "The mortals walk about as if they were in control. What arrogance. And these beings that name themselves gods look on in a stupor. We offer new order. New power."
The Tyrran studies Hrolf with a dubious expression, thinking the cleric of Tyr too dumb to understand.
"You have over-stayed your welcome here, mortal!" he says in a suddenly guttural language that Hrolf shouldn't have been able to understand. It was as if the meaning was clear in his head even though the words passed through his ears.
Hrolf shakes himself of distraction just in time to see the sword coming at him. He draws his own sword and meets the downward chop in a block, clashing an inch from his face.
What was once a Tyrran soldier is now a multi-hued unnatural visage of a man in spiked armor and glowing purple eyes. It's as if the same illness that affected the kobolds had twisted the Tyrran into a weapon of evil.
It takes a step back from Hrolf and begins to laugh in its throaty voice. The being's laughter echoes in the cavern as it melts into the floor; its eyes glow maliciously at the cleric of Tyr until they're lost in the stone at his feet.
Hrolf wakes with a start just outside the lighted chamber he had fought the kobolds in the night before.
Nae'talis and Hildor are nowhere to be seen.
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