The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

A slight smile touches Ventruli's lips. "The beastlike rabble were unprepared for our glory. We tore through them as fire through dry wood." With that he flutters down to the ground, and stares at the collapsed barrier. "Crude, but effective." He gestures at it. As you watch, the stones are hurled off the mountain road, clearing it. "There. You may proceed." With that he calmly strides away. Glancing past him, the recruits see bodies of slaughtered goblins.

Weel's throat suddenly goes dry at Ventruli's casual dismissal of the rockslide and the sight of the carnage on the other side.

Only sign a contract if you'll live up to its terms he reminds himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. You signed on to be a soldier. This is what soldiers do. This, and what you've been avoiding.

Weel opens his eyes, sets his shoulders, and with obvious distaste kneels down to search the body of the goblin wizard. Once he's done, he returns to his mount and rejoins Ventruli, Helm, and whoever else survived the goblin ambush on the other side of the now-parted rock wall.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Seeing the reality of war, majkes Alan's hands go to his mid section, as he fights to keep the bille inside.

 

[Bloodcookie]

A slight smile touches Ventruli's lips. "The beastlike rabble were unprepared for our glory. We tore through them as fire through dry wood." With that he flutters down to the ground, and stares at the collapsed barrier. "Crude, but effective." He gestures at it. As you watch, the stones are hurled off the mountain road, clearing it. "There. You may proceed." With that he calmly strides away. Glancing past him, the recruits see bodies of slaughtered goblins.

Wonder if I'll ever get so used to all of this. Caradoc takes a deep breath and stalks back toward his horse.

 

[mps42]

For no reason other than pure, unadulterated spite, Graevel will wait off to the side till the body has been looted then stalk over, compose the body in a calm repose, then bash it's skull in.
He says "need to make sure it'll stay dead" to anyone who gives him any grief. That done, Gaevel will head back to his unhappy horse, mount up and try to catch up with Ventruli.

 

[Rhialto]

Aside from the greatsword--which looks to be of high quality, the goblin has on him a thin wand tipped with a bit of red quartz, a golden ring, a fine cloak with a silver border, and four bottles filled with a thin liquid the color of cherries.

 

[jkason]

Aside from the greatsword--which looks to be of high quality, the goblin has on him a thin wand tipped with a bit of red quartz, a golden ring, a fine cloak with a silver border, and four bottles filled with a thin liquid the color of cherries.

Weel straps the greatsword to his horse and adds the other items to his saddlebags, then leads the beast over to the recovering army. Zeroing in on Ventruli, Weel catalogs his findings, ending with "I've no skill in identifying magics, so I thought it best if you looked at the items to glean their purposes and make sure they were safe."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan, grimaces, as the skull is bashed in. The liquid sounds and the crunch of bone gives him a slight shutter. He than stands by dumbly as he sees Weel loot the body. "I never thought of that. War is not what I imagined."

 

[Rhialto]

Ventruli shows no emotion whatsoever, but merely takes the good and stares at them. A slight breeze causes the bandana that covers his hair and forehead to ripple slightly. After a moment, Ventruli looks up. "The sword is but a sword, albeit a fine one. The cloak, the ring, the wand and the potions are all magical, though all of rather minor potence. If you give me a few days I can give specifics," notes the Rus in the same casual monotone.

Bernlad approaches Alan and Caradoc. "Ahh! Lads! You made it! A Falcon blessed day! Now, where's Origen?"

 

[jkason]

Ventruli shows no emotion whatsoever, but merely takes the good and stares at them. A slight breeze causes the bandana that covers his hair and forehead to ripple slightly. After a moment, Ventruli looks up. "The sword is but a sword, albeit a fine one. The cloak, the ring, the wand and the potions are all magical, though all of rather minor potence. If you give me a few days I can give specifics," notes the Rus in the same casual monotone.

Weel retrieves the sword and leaves the other items with the Rus. Nodding his head in respect, he says, "I'll leave them in your care, then, Master Ventruli. Many thanks."

Bernlad approaches Alan and Caradoc. "Ahh! Lads! You made it! A Falcon blessed day! Now, where's Origen?"

Weel swallows hard, then locks eyes with Bernlad to deliver the news: "One of the goblin mages ambushed us. Origen fell before any of us could act."

 

[Rhialto]

Weel swallows hard, then locks eyes with Bernlad to deliver the news: "One of the goblin mages ambushed us. Origen fell before any of us could act."

Bernlad frowns slightly, and shuts his eyes. "I've led good men to their deaths," he mutters, then glances at Weel. "Ah, well, lad, ye did yer best. Ye all got the bugger who did it, an' that's all they can ask for."

Helm looks at Bernlad. "We should raise a cairn for our comra--"

Bernlad shakes his head. " 'Tis yer decision, sir, but I think Origen and Kaspar would prefer to be remembered in men, not in stones. I say we ride."

Helm nods, and gets to his horse. He glances at the recruits. "One of you see to Ritter Origen's horse. We move now."