The Captain's Caper! (Dunamin judging)


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Brudd snorts in amusement,

"Well we're an interestin' bunch all round, but I'll grant that Girth has us all topped. I guess ye have to be a real man te live up te a name like that... Hehe, he must've had interestin' parents - and who's this lady of 'is."

The Minotaur beckons Girth over,

"Hey Girth, who is this lady of yers? She ain't a goddess is she? Whoops, speakin' of which..."

The Minotaur looks up guiltily,

"Cheers boss, ye must be in a good mood, but if ye could stop favorin' me quite so much that'd be great - makes me nervous."
 

After offering brief prayers in imperial to Poseeydus and Palladys for the safe trip and the victory in battle, Alexander is back to his comrades, and cheerfully announces: I miss drowning my beard in the Drowned Man's beer!
 

Girth stares up into Brudds face "You casual are with your God. He you greatly must favour. But why do you ask for his favour to be lessened? This I understand not."

He ruffles his hair in obvious perplexment. "You ask about my Lady. Answer you I can not. The voices I hear are..." he ponders his words for a moment "...not like a man...but not quite like woman either. When I ask for enlightenment, no answer comes. But when I pray to 'My Lady', right and proper it seems. Her name I know not...for sure, but I suspect."

Now Girth looks a little guilty.

"Here, to this place I come, to seek for knowledge of my Lady, but I do not know if this is her wish or mine."

As Alexander comes up, Girth catches what he says and, visibly glad to change the subject he replies "Perhaps our Captain has ale, should we ask?"
 

"Can't hurt, can't hurt, and fly swattin' sure is thirsty work." Brudd replies,

"As fer why I ask fer less favor, well me gods got a," the Minotaur looks up, "sense of humor, lets call it. And as a favored soul of Hadeys I am often the butt of 'is jokes. Which means when I 'aven't been walloped fer a while I get nervous that a big ones comin' my way. Sort of thing."

He shrugs,

"Well anyway just let me know if I can 'elp ye out, not sure I've got a clue what yer on about, but yer alright by me!
 


"Good ideas, Quag!" Hrav laughs.

[sblock=OOC]Hrav took one more point of damage in the stirge fight than his healing surges are worth. If one of the leaders could swing him a Healing/Inspiring Word, that'd make sure Hrav is ready next fight, should we have another today.[/sblock]
 

ooc: Quagmire still has both of his inspiring words from that encounter, so Hrav is welcome to one of them. Along the same lines, Quagmire will spend a healing surge, since if the temp HP don't affect him, he was down 6. His surge value is 6, so he's full, with 8/9 surges left.
 

Brudd chuckles,

"Ah, thanks fer the offer Quagmire bud, but it just wouldn't be the same. Me and the boss 'ave a system ye see, but he's much craftier than I am so I worry, trustin' Hadeys would be insultin' - if ye can't watch yer back ye aren't worthy of bein' a Cleric of Hadeys."

The Minotaur glances around self conciously and then opens up his backpack producing a leather binder. Opening it to hundreds of pages of cheap paper, written upon in a neat copperplate hand. Upon the top sheet is written "The Path of Shadows: Instructions in the proper, and profitable, worship of Hadeys. By Brudd Brassback."

"I am hopin' we 'ave an understandin' and that when I finish this off finally I'll be a little less worried about good luck. I need Kraith te look over the guide te money lendin' once we get te Bacarte, and I wondered if Hrav might take a look at the dos and don'ts of enforcement fer me - ye know which breaks heal and which don't that kinda thing. I had been meanin' te stop in a the Chapel of Obolus te refine me tellin' of the coins story - ye all knwo it right?"

Brudd looks up, and seeing at least one blank face enthusiastically relays one of his gods most famed exploits.

"Hadeys suckered Vulkar inte bettin' that he could ne give Peresefa, who sounds like a good candidate fer yer lady by the way Girth, a single present that had infinite potential, which could be eternal, but was finite. Vulkar bet his most prized possession, his hammer Sky Thunder - forged with the soul of the Shadow Titan. The boss bet his Wife, Peresefa - nobody every accused the god of gamblers of lackin' balls. He gave the Mrs the Shader-kai, a single race, so one thing, and as a race at least potentially eternal, but as individuals finite - genius."

He pauses for breath,

"Anyway the boss gets Sky Thunder, and Vulkar can't live with it so he spends a part of his essense and creates the black coin - Obolus. With the power te bring the dead back te life fer free, corse Hadeys gives it te his Clerics who charge just a little bit less than the other temples fer resurrection and the Church of Hadeys becomes the wealthiest in Daunton, if not the world. Thats why I worship the boss, hes a god ye can respect, crafty and devious."

OOC: Everyone is free to assume Brudd will spend a Healing Word upon them once encounters are over, since he can add 1d6+3 its probably the most efficient way to spend healing surges.
 
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Why that's very interesting Brudd.
But I have a question if you don't mind. I'd expect a Bacartian to revere Alaarian gods, so why do you revere the Imperial Hadeys, and not Lauto?
asks Alexander out of curiosity...

[sblock=ooc]Alexander is still good with 31/34 hp without expending resources. The boy is tough ;)[/sblock]
 

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