Game Thread Whitehorn. - Page 4

**Admin Sedracus** · #46 03-30-2012, 10:30 AM

Grabbag grabbed Littlearse, and started to wrestle with the playful owlbear, distracting him from all the tasty nice farmers.

Master of Monsters · #47 03-31-2012, 09:26 PM

As Corian reached the peak of the hill, his heart sunk. About equal distance from the hill as the hill was from the town stood a small keep which the fleeing man's form disappeared into. All in total the keep's gate was roughly a half mile from the town, and Corian stood half that distance(aka a quarter mile) from the town. While Corian was still visible to those who looked, he was in shouting range of only Biggesh who stood roughly halfway between Corian and the scene of the 'skirmish.'**

As for the town folk, their improvised weapons drooped towards the ground slightly but the appearance of a bugbear and a long-tooth shifter did more to scare them then sooth them. One man was able to summon enough courage to address Dedrik, though. "You, dwarf, why do you dare defend this foul monster! It attacked my poor sister there, and we are only defending our homes!" Slowly the man gained more confidence in his voice, and it seemed if someone didn't defuse this man quickly, he'd have everyone once again whipped into a frenzy shortly.

Meanwhile through it all, Littlearse begins sparring(or wrestling) with Grabbag seeming to reveal in this chance to play.

OOC: Roughly 4 minutes have passed since the fist scream. Corian can shout to Biggesh, but it would take a DC 15 perception check to understand what he says. Same applies for Biggesh to speak to the remainder of the group, but of course only matters if anyone has less then a 15 for passive perception.

Olorian · #48 04-01-2012, 03:55 PM

When Grabbag went up to Littlearse to wrestle, the form of Tarya Stargaze became visible as she remained standing where she stood, leaning lightly on her gnarly staff. Even though she was a half-orc, an invisible aura seemed to hang around her that usually reassured most common folk. Her calm voice flowed on the wind to meet the ears of the agitated farmer, or whatever the townsman's profession was. "Take it easy, good man. No harm was meant by anyone - or anything. The animal is apparently scared and in need of some reassurance, just like yourself. Lay down those weapons, as you won't need them. The dw- ehh, little man who is befriended to the owlbear will no doubt prevent any danger to anyone." As she spoke, the moonpearl at the top of Tarya's staff started emitting a soft, pleasant white light.

EngrInAZ · #49 04-01-2012, 05:29 PM

Corian hustles up the road, trying to catch up to the fleeing villager. As he reaches the crest of the hill he stops, not expecting to see what lies ahead. He watches as the villager disappears into the gate of a small keep. 'This is not good…there’s surely going to be soldiers to follow.'

Corian turns and heads back into the town, waving at Biqqesh to head back in that direction also. Corian shouts as he runs at Biqqesh, "Back to town! The villager ran into a keep! I bet soldiers are coming! " As he continues to run towards the town he repeats to Biqqesh while waving him back, "Back to town! We need to tell the others!"

hvg3akaek · #50 04-01-2012, 06:34 PM

The others left to deal with the scream - a perfect opportunity for a drink! Whilst they wrestled with the overgrown owl outside, Marcan moved to the bar and, in the confusion, 'helped' himself to a drink, before casually moving outside.

Resting comfortably with his shoulder against the exterior of the inn, Marcan watched with a wry smile at the frivolities happening beyond. He never really felt the owlbear was an appropriate travelling companion, and was always happy when it was left behind - perhaps, after this, the 'left behind' aspect would become a little more apparent?

A few other passersby who had been wandering around the inn, and had stopped to watch the incident, were muttering to themselves. Hoping to have a little bit more fun, Marcan strode up to them, and commented "That there's a feathered dire bear! I hear those things could eat a horse up in five minutes flat...I'm sure it could do me in without much pause in its stride! I hope they put it down!"

Having now finished his drink, he slipped away again, before the easily-excited townsfolk could get a proper look at him.

sammichweasel · #51 04-01-2012, 09:25 PM

An audible, if slightly stilted, sigh emmitted from the golem as he turned and trotted back towards the owlbear altercation. Mortals do some very strange things.

Dalinen · #52 04-02-2012, 02:38 AM

Tarya always had a way of taking the tension out of people. It was one thing he very much admired about her, and one thing that always eluded him. He bit off a few choice retorts to the larger farm-hand, careful not to tread all over the tentative bond Tarya had formed. Taking her lead, he lowered his shield and spear guard and took a step back towards the farmers, half-turning to better face them.

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Originally Posted by Tarya

"The dw- ehh, little man who is befriended to the owlbear will no doubt prevent any danger to anyone."

Indeed, it looks like our larger friend found his cousin. He gave a low laugh, which came out as a cough, cueing the crowd that he was trying to be funny. Or lighthearted. Or something. He scratched his temple with the spear point. Eyeing up the leader of the mob, he raised his shaggy eyebrows and shrugged. Not much to say on this - the whole scene is kind of weird to me. Foul monster? Sure- if you count its stink. he gave another shrug over his shoulder at the wrestling duo of matted fur and dirt. Smells like a couple of arses. Foul to my nose especially. But dangerous. Nah. Not to her, and not to any of you. As for your sister, she fainted. I see no signs of an attack or blood. Go and see for yourself. If she were my sister I'd be more concerned for her getting bitten by a rat while she's lying in the mud. At night. Outside a dirty bar. This sorta place would attract all types of vermin...

Master of Monsters · #53 04-02-2012, 07:11 AM

With the threat seemingly eliminated, and with Tarya's soothing words, the four farmers decided to either discard or lower their improvised weapons. The 'lead' farmer even took to scratching his head sheepishly, an embarrassed look crossing his face. "Ya see, can't be too careful. Monster activity has been on the rise in dis area lately. We just be trying to protect what be ours." the farm said with a shrug.

Corian was quickly able to decide halfway between the town and the keep was NOT where he wanted to be when whatever that villager entered the keep for happen. With this thought fresh, he quickly began his run back to the town. Before he could cover a quarter of the distance, a horn blared somewhere deep in the keep. Moments later two more horns replied, several miles off on the other side of the town.

Just as the echo of the horn died away, a new sound filled the air, the thunder of hooves. No less then fifteen armored men came thundering down the packed dirt path between the keep and the town. Just as Corian reaches the town, the first pair or guards arrive. Just short moments later the entire of the village square is surrounded by armed guards on their horses. A guard with a single feather plume on his helmet was the one to address the gathering! "What happen here!" his voice boomed. His voice was that of someone used to getting his way.

The smallest of the four farmers was the one to reply. "These seven vandals arranged that owlbear to attack the village! Arrest them now, before the call more of their horrible monsters upon us! They even admitted to have 'befriended' that very monster there!" The farmer said shoving a finger at Grabbag and littlearse.

"Men! Subdue them!" The man shouted. "Lay down your weapons and come easy, and you may survive this!" the lead guard instructed to the party.

sammichweasel · #54 04-02-2012, 08:36 AM

There were many quirks to mortals that Biqqesh could forgive. They drank to excess, which didn't even make sense; they needed all of that sleep; they couldn't get through a sentence without breathing several times. But this... the situation had been calmed, the men had been reassured, and then one decided he wanted to cause trouble for no apparent reason? This sort of thing he would never understand.

There was no visible reaction on the golem's suggestion-of-a-face, but a lengthy blade slowly slid forth from his arm, clay hardening and sharpening to a keep edge. The three permanently visible runes on his form began to glow with an off-green light. "You would do well to seek an explanation before demanding submission. Demanding 'subdual' on the word of one man may feel to you like you are doing your job, but you endanger the lives of your men over a misunderstanding. Either you have not taken the time to ascertain truth, or your are, in fact, feebleminded."

EngrInAZ · #55 04-02-2012, 02:00 PM

Corian sprints down the road towards the village. A short time later he hears the gates of the keep and then a thunder of hooves. He looks back over his shoulder to see a number of mounted guardsmen exiting the keep and coming up behind him down the road. 'Ah hells, this is not going to be good.'

Corian makes it back to the village square with the mounted guards quickly on his heels. Corian looks quickly over the scene, a bugbear and an owlbear is some kind of playful dance, a young woman still lying in the square, and his new companions speaking with the farmers. Corian turns as the guards arrive, watching them carefully as they come to a stop.

Corian begins to address the guard commander when Biqqesh replies with veiled threats and insults. Corian looks over at the clay creature with a *What are you doing* look on his face. Corian then gestures to Biqqesh to lower his weapon then turns back to the guardsmen. Corian lowers his bow, holding is right hand up with his palm open, "You will have to excuse my friend here; he is not well versed in the etiquette of interacting with those in authority." Corian smiles reassuringly to the commander, "We aren’t here to cause any trouble. I’m not sure where the owlbear came from, but they," he points to Dedrik and Grabbag, "have it under control. We are here in town to speak with Charles Suha…see about helping him recover a lost staff. There was no intentional attempt to harm anyone, most certainly not a conspiracy to attack the village with an owlbear." Corian then points towards the other farmers, "As you can see…the farmers even realize there is no danger and had lowered their weapons before you arrived." Corian turns to the others in the group, nodding for them to follow along, "We will cooperate in any way in this investigation…we are innocent of these baseless accusations," Corian briefly glances at the smaller farmer menacingly.

sammichweasel · #56 04-02-2012, 02:26 PM

The depressions of Biqqesh's eyes narrowed as Corian. Perhaps he had been a bit harsh, but his charge had been threatened, and the guards were just being stupid. hrmph. "I cannot put away my weapon until the threat to you is dispersed, Corian. Besides, it should be obvious that we could do far more damage ourselves than some pre-pubescent hybrid magical beast.". He finished speaking before realizing that it might not actually help. Logic would dictate that the guards should now ascertain their intentions and the situation would be shortly diffused, but he had seen more than one mortal skip logic altogether.

Olorian · #57 04-02-2012, 04:25 PM

Tarya's knuckles tightened around her wooden staff so hard that the finger joints softly cracked. Her orcish face remained friendly and yet a bit stoic, as she nodded along with Corian's words. "Aye, captain, a misunderstanding. Why would you want to subdue peaceful travelers if they haven't done anything?"

Dalinen · #58 04-02-2012, 05:08 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by SmallFarmer

"These seven vandals arranged that owlbear to attack the village! Arrest them now, before the call more of their horrible monsters upon us! "

Figures; you've seen one bigot, you've seen them all. There's nothing quite as monstrous as a liar. I'd far rather keep company with an infant owlbear then with someone who pisses all over the truth. Is it because you're small? Or maybe because we look different? Flint sneered at the small farmer with open disdain. After spitting at his feet, he turned to the larger one who had recently acted as leader. What about you? You know the truth of things; how we threw ourselves between you and the cub. You said as much yourself - you're on edge and acted hastily. You gonna stand up to your honour, or be a scared coward like the small man?

He turned for the first time to acknowledge the bristling guardsmen and cavalry leader. Tarya and Corian seemed to have that situation under control, but their style was very different from his own. He far preferred Biqqesh's approach: straight up. From his experiences, in a bigot's eyes you were guilty by simply showing up. He'd had enough of those in his earlier days to last a lifetime. He'd learnt back then that people coloured their biases in pretty words or colourful excuses. But in the end they always acted on their bias - the only difference was how fake and long the process of deliberation. He'd learnt to prefer a more direct approach; no beating around the bush. You got problems with orcs and goblins? Don't go making enemies with those that can help you. I've had enough injustices in my day to put up with any BS from you lot. Of course, you arrest the lying little farmer and you just won a friend. He grinned and gave a hoarse chuckle. All the more to see the lying little bastard squirm at the redirected scrutiny. Not so nice, is it? Prick. The moonlight shone eerily off his thick grey hair.

hvg3akaek · #59 04-02-2012, 08:44 PM

Marcan pondered just what the farmer was playing at. Clearly, he had included the halfling in the "seven vandals", but Marcan had not been anywhere near the silly feathered beast, or the others as they tried to quell the problem. If the man was already linking him to them, there was most definitely something else afoot...

Quietly, he twisted his wrists, so that his rods slid down. He caught them in his palms, with the main part of each rod still pressed against his arm - there, they were hidden beneath his sleeves, and pressed against the side of his body; none should be able to see them until he wished to reveal them. But that was not all - with a quiet whisper here, or an over exaggerated look behind him (as if to peer for a missing person over there), Marcan convinced those around him that whoever they might be looking for was definitely not him - he was just another member of the town, confused and cautious of the military force, like them. With this, he slipped a little further into the shadows, behind the taller folk, and tried to keep someone between him and the farmer, as well as him and the guard captain. Though...the face...it was familiar...who was he?

Humafan · #60 04-03-2012, 01:54 PM

Dedrik grimaces as the cavalry arrives to put down their clearly violent revolt. Wisdom dictates that he not do anything to provoke these men. He stands casually in front of the owlbear. "We aren't here for trouble. I'll lead the owlbear out of the town. Sorry for the scare." He forces the words out of his mouth while pretending to be polite.

"Come on Littlearse! Grabbag help me please," he says to the pair as he begins leading them out of the village. Hopefully, this would be enough to calm the foolish takers. If not. . . well. . . Dedrik had no plans on being taken captive a second time.