Part 1: The Shadow of the Goblinslayer (game thread)

[Solar]

Izith returns once the fire catches his attention, glad of the chance to cook his food. He eats with relish for more than simply food, revelling in revenge.

"I'd be glad of it," he says in response to the offer of a spear, "and a little of that sock wool, if you could spare it?"

[Antebellum]

Pyslassa smiles at the lizard. "Yes little one, Pyslassa is my name. How curious you don't have one, we will have to fix that." He says amusingly.

Handing the spear to Izith, he says "Here, have a whole sock, one should be plenty to last me till the village, hopefully they have material components there." He hands him one of the socks he took from the soldier. Pyslassa then takes the leather straps he took and puts them in a pocket of the rags he's wearing and then begins to unravel the other sock, pulling it apart into little bits of wool while he waits for the others to get ready.

[noothergods]

Mistaken, finally managing to pull his sword out of the ground, slices some meat of the humans other thigh (the one still attached to the body), given the chance to cook it he does (although if the opportunity is not available he will eat it raw). Finishing his meal he smack his lips and says in an artificially deep voice "'Umie taste GOOD!" he then cackles to himself.
As the group prepares to set off Mistaken hack's off one of the human's arms and drapes it over his shoulder, turning back to the group he shrugs and says "For dinner."

[PhoenixTalion]

Inandi wrinkles her nose, and tells Mistaken, "I hope it spoils and makes you sick." However, the fact that she says it around a mouthful of blackberries makes it seem more childish than anything else.

[noothergods]

Mistaken smiles gleefully at Inandi, "Older meat is better, I liked it aged a little bit." He dashes a little ahead of the group and looks for edible plants to spice up the meal he is planning.

Survival Roll:

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
d20+2:	(1) + 2	Total = 3

[Solar]

"I understand Goblins have strong stomachs. I suppose, having been underdogs for so long a time, they have had to adapt," Izith sighs and thumps the ground with the butt of his newly acquired longspear.

As Mistaken starts investigating the vegetation Izith moves to catch up and says, "It may be best if we concentrate on the walk. We need to get to your cousins before the humans do!"

[noothergods]

Mistaken looks around at Izith, his neck twisted at an odd angle to look up and back simultaneously. "Oh, right..." his head suddenly snaps back around, "Yes I forgot alright, I'm forgetful, get off it already." He pauses for a short moment, as if listening to someone, "No he's not a demon, he a...well..." An exasperated look comes over Mistaken's face, "Alright, so I don't know what he is, but he's not a demon and he's not food, he's a friend...at least I think he's a friend..." he pauses again, "Would you shut up about the sword already!"
Turning around to face Izith he says, "I'm sorry about that, they're...rude...thanks for reminding me, I completely forgot about the village...and...I don't remember your name either...I wasn't really paying attention earlier."

[PhoenixTalion]

"Aged." Inandi frowned, missing Izith's statement entirely as she talks softly to herself. "Decay. Anyu danni sirise va'ala, kiuanthe mir tua la kenyethe. Maggots. Most things my age are all maggots now, or past maggots... I don't like that. Inu viyalli danna ayi me, a len tuatha..."

[Solar]

Over Izith's face roam a series of expressions ranging from confusion to distaste and around to concern, settling on the tense-cheeked visage of one who has realised how fortunate he is compared to others. He goes to pat Mistaken's shoulder, but thinks better of it.

"Don't worry about it, we've all been through a lot. I am Izith and, rather than a demon, a Githzerai," a pause accompanied by a pained look, "My people are not, usually, friends to others but I believe I am here to change that. I hope we will be friends," he extends a green, long-fingered hand.

[noothergods]

Mistaken takes the hand excitedly in both of his and shakes it up and down, "We have a friend, yay..." He pauses again, "Fine," he mutters, "Do you want a sword?"

[Solar]

Izith's arm seems quite out of his control in the shaking, but he smiles faintly.

"Ah," he says, "if it is of no use to you, I could certainly look after it. I hope though that I will only need the spear," he gestures with it.

After a look over his shoulder at the others he says, "We should stay close, for safety. Come," and heads back.

[noothergods]

Mistaken follows him, the human arm is tied into the same piece of long twine that holds the sword on his back. He skips and hops as he follows Izith back to the others and continues the journey.

[Zathyr]

As the party makes its way, the lizardfolk trails after the group, generally keeping pace but often pausing to watch an insect or look at a plant or rock or something or other and then bounding back on all fours to catch back up with the party.

[Domovarion]

Vorik will range out ahead of the group leading them at a pretty steady pace, although not too fast. He will keep his sword loose in the sheath, but not drawn at the moment.

[Antebellum]

Pyslassa follows about ten feet behind Vorik, keeping pace easily and (between him and Drot) attempting to keep a lookout on the flanks.