The Forgotten Forge

[renau1g]

Seeing C let them past, Cole changes his mind and turns his attention to the warforged. Maybe he's carrying something identifiable on him.

 

[greenstar]

The construct with wings tries to get out of the cloak but can't. It looks like a bird you caught.

 

[Vertexx69]

Gathering his prize up in the cloak, held closed at the top like a sack, Thalmarose cinches it down tight to stop as much movement as possible, while he ties a length of cord around it. "Won't you just be fascinating to take apart piece by piece."

After its secured he returns his attention to the situation at hand, casting an eye over to see if their little guide needs to be killed.

 

[Pinnacle]

"I'm sorry Cole, did you want to stop them?" C asks as the shifters escape.

He moves to put away his hammer, but then remembers that he had it out before they met the enemies and that they might have to fight again. "I don't think I'm being of much use. These agents don't seem very capable, do they?

"What did you catch, there?"

 

[greenstar]

Skakan looks surprised and afraid. "I think we should hurry up and find whatever your looking for before those shifters come back."

 

[renau1g]

Looking at C, Cole answers "Well... I feel about as useful as you do right now. I was hoping for a chance to test myself." Hoping he won't later regret those words. "Nice work Thal! Always thinkin' ain't ya" Cole will add, patting him on the back.

 

[greenstar]

OOC I feel stupid not giving you good fights. I hope the other ones are tougher.

 

[Pinnacle]

C nods. "I'm not sure if those two will come back, but someone might come to see what's keeping them. We should move on before that happens."

 

[Vertexx69]

"Hmm...I don't know if letting the rest of that raiding party go was the best idea in the world. Likely they will shadow us and try to slit our throats in our sleep." looking after the fleeing shifters with a resigned look worrying the edges of his eyes.

Looking down at the still form of yet another silenced warforged, Thalmarose takes the time to carefully Search: 21 for anything it might be carrying. "I believe that this little bugger," patting the tightly bound parcel at his hip "is some kind of messenger homunculus, designed to report what was seen or heard upon the soldier's destruction... This so-called Lord of Blades may be more whiley than we first surmised. And finding one of his agents here, beneath the normal flow of the population makes me think that we are either being followed or, that razor wielding automoton already has some idea where the forge is. I think we should press on with all expedience, regardless of the ironclad hounds on our heels. My coin purse is already trying to eat itself for being empty so long."[sblock=OOC]If Knowledge Arcana: (1d20+5=20) applies for anything about the warforged great. If not then I'm making this crapola up as I go along I have never read the module if I'm right, and even if I'm not I think its the kind of overblown haughty explanation that Thalmarose would come up with anyway [/sblock]

 

[Pinnacle]

C thinks for a moment. "If it's a messenger for warforged, maybe I could use it to get the message? But I don't know how. And it'll probably escape if we try it. And it probably just says 'I failed,' anyway."

He shrugs and moves a little bit down the tunnel so that they can see (since he has the light).