Game Thread Into the Brinestump Marsh - Page 15

The Fool · #**211** 08-07-2012, 12:18 AM

Long bows to Walthus. "This one thanks you, Warden," he says formally. "We shall endeavor to impose upon your hospitality as little as possible."
He looks to Katrina. "Please tend to Lyotah, Katrina, if you do not mind." And with that, he sits down and takes out his sword and whetstone, resuming sharpening it to a razor edge.

Arion Wind · #**212** 08-12-2012, 01:27 AM

Zorensi shakes his head and trundles down the path to the cabin. "Been here planty of times before. Know right where it is."

He approaches the door and holds up a fist to knock, then stops, looking around suspiciously. He mutters unintelligibly to himself then shrugs, turning back to Aiko. "This is Walthus' place. If anyone can give us a lead from here, it'll be him."

Zorensi turns back to the door and gives it two sharp raps, knowing that Walthus would hear them and would be to the door shortly if he was in the mood to have visitors. If not, knocking further would just lead to invasive plant growths and other "subtle" hints to leave, and twice was more than enough times for Zorensi to get that message drilled in.

Jondera · #**213** 08-12-2012, 01:32 AM

Lyotah's eyebrows raise expressively at yet another knock on the door. "I hadn't been aware it was market day in the swamp." Shrugging for emphasis, she winces at the sharp pain from her left shoulder. She glances at Long and says "Perhaps you should answer this time?"

GleefulNihilism · #**214** 08-12-2012, 03:18 AM

"Mental Note - Never. Become. A. Hermit." Kalib remarks with his gun up.

"Wait - those creatures have been trying to kill you. So, Do become a Hermit? So people will show up to save your life? I'm kind of confused now."

The Fool · #**215** 08-12-2012, 10:12 AM

Long picks up his sword, frowning as he begins to make his way towards the door, coiled and ready for trouble. "This one hopes this is not another one...though knowing our luck thus far...."
With that, he braces himself against the door, in case their new guests try to break in, and shouts through the door. "Identify your name and purpose for coming here!"

Digorig · #**216** 08-12-2012, 02:04 PM

Aiko Ki • AC:15 • HP:10/10 • Light Crossbow +1(1d8) • Bolts: 15 (5 Silver) • Move: 40’

“Identify ourselves? What the hades does that mean?” Aiko says to Zorensi. “I thought we were sent here, don’t they know that?”

Aiko, unsure of what to say, waits for Zorensi to respond.

Arion Wind · #**217** 08-12-2012, 05:52 PM

Zorensi's nose scrunches up at the demand for identification. He shakes his head at Aiko, "I don't know, but I'll find out."

He turns back to the door and calls out cautiously, "Walthus? It's Zorensi, from town, with Aiko Ki . . . Is everything alright?" The crotchety druid would have asked those questions, probably, but that wasn't his voice behind the door. It didn't sound like a goblin either, though, so Zorensi was confused. Surely Walthus didn't have houseguests of all things. The hint of a smirk crosses his face as the thought of a shack full of Walthus' equally cranky and withdrawn family members having a "reunion". It could happen.

Ehlana · #**218** 08-12-2012, 07:36 PM

Walthus's expression of somewhat unpleasant anticipation (-He- wouldn't object to further slaughter of the things trying to kill him) changes to one of surprise and faint suspicion. "Zorensi the hunter?" He asks loudly, deliberately getting the wizard's profession wrong in hopes of tripping up anyone wearing Zorensi's face but not possessing Zorensi's brain. "You comin' by to clutter the scenery up again? Didn't I tell you I like a landscape better without figures in it?" He chuckles again and adds in a softer voice to the quartet in the room. "Zorensi's not a bad sort. If it is him. Got proper respect for the old Brinestump." The halfling pauses. "And what's an Aiko Ki? Is it alcoholic?"

"No alcohol for you until you've replenished some of that blood." Katrina admonishes, earning a grumpy look from the halfling as she moves to check on Lyotah gently probing the woman's injury with deft fingers. "Hmm... I think you'd better have one of the healing potions we found. The bone is certainly cracked..."

The Fool · #**219** 08-12-2012, 09:08 PM

Long waits carefully for Zorensi's reply, watching Walthus as he remains at the door, sword drawn. I swear, Long thinks to himself, if one more Faceless Stalker comes through that door, I will start mounting their heads outside as a warning to others.

Arion Wind · #**220** 08-13-2012, 12:59 AM

Zorensi relaxes subtly when he hears Walthus behind the door. Rolling his eyes, he andswers the suspicious question, "Even were I in shape, you know I would hunt nothing but knowledge. And don't worry, we have no plans to impose on you. We would just appreciate help looking for-" Zorensi stops for the briefest of moments, his face lighting up with an idea. "Is that one of thegoblin hunters from town in there with you?" What luck, if it was. He had hoped for a general direction at best.

GleefulNihilism · #**221** 08-13-2012, 10:59 PM

"Quick Question - should I shoot now and save everyone the trouble?" Kalib asks, quietly among his fellow goblin hunters in the hut. At this point he wondered if Faceless Stalkers hunted in packs.

Jondera · #**222** 08-14-2012, 09:32 PM

Lyotah frowns for a moment, thinking back. "Zorensi and Aiko Ki? I think I've heard those names around Sandpoint a time or two, though not together. We may have actual people this time."

Ehlana · #**223** 08-15-2012, 03:27 PM

Walthus relaxes in his chair, most of the suspicion fading out of his brown eyes. "It's probably really Zorensi, since he knew he wasn't a hunter. And I wouldn't advise shooting him until you want a face full of magic. Patient man, on the whole, but nobody takes well to getting shot. At the least, it's a faceless stalker with a bit more brain and a bit less air between the ears than we've seen yet. Go ahead and let him and his friend who is apparently not alcoholic, in."

Digorig · #**224** 08-15-2012, 03:42 PM

Aiko Ki • AC:15 • HP:10/10 • Light Crossbow +1(1d8) • Bolts: 15 (5 Silver) • Move: 40’

When the door is opened Aiko should have spoken a greeting of some sort. Perhaps a respectful bow or curtsy. She could have thanked Walthus for receiving them or maybe introduced herself to those present. But those thoughts went right out of Aiko’s head as she entered.

“Who are you calling an Alcoholic? I ain’t had a drink in at least three days!” is what she did say, followed more as an afterthought than a statement on its own with “Hi, I am Aiko.”

The Fool · #**225** 08-16-2012, 01:11 PM

When Walthus confirms Zorensi and Aiko's identity, Long nods and then steps back, sheathing his katana before opening the door. Zorensi and Aiko are faced upon entering with a somewhat stern-faced Minkaian man of medium height and wirey build, his long, straight black hair tied back in a braid. He regards them with a calm, polite, yet somewhat hawkish gaze, and a beautifully-forged curved sword sits in the sheathe on his belt.
He bows his head to them once, with solemn politeness. "This one hopes you will forgive our caution. We have been having problems with shapeshifters lately. This one is Huoyan Long, bodyguard and friend to Kaijutsu Ameiko-dono." His smooth voice has a noticeable accent to it, completing the impression of someone who cannot be mistaken for anything but a foreigner.