YS's Red Hand of Doom

[Rhun]

Vrogor studies the area, and nods approvingly. "Good place for home. Fishing, hunting, boating. Let's knock on door." The half-orc moves toward the cabin, and slowly climbs the steps to the porch, the wood creaking under his weight. "Need new porch," he says quietly as he approaches the door.

 

[Yellow Sign]

As Vrogor approaches the cabin, two large hounds come out from under the porch barking furiously. They stop about 10 feet from the party growling and barking.

 

[Ferrix]

Coyo smiles from atop Clip. "Seems Jorr has his place in order." Dropping from his mount, Coyo will approach the dogs slowly hands out nonthreateningly. He'll stop about five feet from them and wait for them to approach him.

OOC: Wild Empathy +6, Handle Animal +4

 

[Starman]

"I don't know if I'd call wild dogs running loose 'in order.' I should just fry them," Gastarn mumbles.

 

[Rhun]

Vrogor holds his ground, trying to appear non-threatening, and allows Coyo to take charge of the situation.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Coyo smiles from atop Clip. "Seems Jorr has his place in order." Dropping from his mount, Coyo will approach the dogs slowly hands out nonthreateningly. He'll stop about five feet from them and wait for them to approach him.

OOC: Wild Empathy +6, Handle Animal +4

About a minute after Coyo approachs the hounds, they stop barking and appear to calm down. Though they do not approach Coyo.

The cabin door opens and a lean woodsman of indeterminate age steps onto the poarch. He has a seamed, leathery look to his face and arms, and a big curved knife sits in a sheath strapped to one thigh. "Don't get many visitors out here," he rasps. "Who're you, and what d'ya want with me?"

 

[Ferrix]

Smiling at the sight of another true man of the wild, Coyo speaks first, "Coyo Durgen, a man of the wilds such as yourself, these others are Gastarn our impish mage, Vrogor a fierce warrior, Delghar a templar of a dwarven God, and Enala our fine lady of the blade and lock."

 

[Starman]

Gastarn snorts at being described as 'impish.' Bitter little man. I'm sure he's jealous of my arcane might and knack with women.

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Delghar nods his head slightly as he's introduced to the woodman content to let others do the talking, Hanseath Beard that cider last night sure packed a punch while the others begin talking Delghar starts scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

 

[Jdvn1]

<Quaint house.>

She stays toward the rear of the group, looking over the area as Vrogor goes to the front door.

Keeping her distance from the dogs, Enala stays cautious. The hellhounds did a number on her not too long ago, and the dogs bring the memory back. Her gaze goes between Jorr and the dogs, her hands ready to grab her weapons if need be. She's not being offensive, just paranoid.

"Captain Soranna recommended we come here." Her gaze goes back to the dogs, "May we come in?"