Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
It is a cold dawn in a stony ravine, daylight not yet brighter than the torches carried by Victor, Boris and Fix.

The company is surrounded by butchered knaves and a stinking Ogre's decapitated corpse. Padrig's body lies in state.

There are two large, heavy chests upon the ledge -- each with several arrows stuck into them.

A small brook babbles over the rocky ground. The damp air and patchy cloud portents rain ahead.


Before those at rest are done I will throw a six-sided die...

heartless wrote:

eris wrote:
"My name is Olaf, what is yours, good hobbit?" Olaf asks as he returns to the group and begins to tend his wounds.

Wilbert picks up his dagger, and addresses Olaf, standing upon the knave he just killed to get a better view at the other around.

"Me names Wilbert Hoggsberry, my friends call me the shadow. It is my great pleasure to meet you Olaf? It is dangerous in these parts and if I can join you, we can be safer together. I am quick with my axe and deadly with my daggers, and the truth be told I can cook a bit as well. SO what say do you need a cook can fight?", goes on Wilbert.

Wilbert will stand around and when the others look away Wilbert will search the knave he killed for anything useful...

waysoftheearth wrote:
Wibert riffles through the dead knave's possessions as discretely as possible -- not too difficult as half of these new comers seem to be exhausted with hurt in any case.

What was this guy's name... Doggert, Dougal? Something like that. Wibert finds the fellow's fat little coin purse hidden inside his grubby leather shirt and recalls that 'ol what's 'is name liked to gamble, but was a rottern cheat.

Aside from the neat purse, he wears a belt with two knives on it which he won't be needing any time soon -- and also the short bow he once used lies nearby. The scant rogue had just 4 arrows in his keeping though, but what's this? A couple of brass rings upon his fingers, and one of them with a nifty little skull emblem upon it...

mushgnome wrote:
Now that he has recovered his weapons and laid Padrig to rest, Highbough resumes his guard post at the dungeon door. He seems concerned that someone (or someTHING) might creep out and atttack the resting party...

tombowings wrote:
Pelenwin turns to Victor and says, "I am Pelenwin the Brave, Sentinel of The Hollow Citadel and slaver of this monstrous fiend who, three days hence, was owner of my flesh."

danhem wrote:
"Someone check the body of Deggerhund for valuables," Ulric says while tending to his wound. "And secure his axe. It appeared rather formidable. The bodies of the knaves should be searched as well. No sense leaving any coin behind."

mushgnome wrote:

danhem wrote:"Someone check the body of Deggerhund for valuables," Ulric says while tending to his wound. "And secure his axe. It appeared rather formidable. The bodies of the knaves should be searched as well. No sense leaving any coin behind."

"And speaking of treasure," adds Highbough, "I see two Dwarves and lots of rocks. Perhaps our best option for these bulky chests of coin is to bury them in a hidden spot using cunning stonework?"

Valandil wrote:
[img]defaultavatar.png[/img]/post/61247/threadDec 4, 2010 14:21:50 GMT -6 @ghostofmarx said:Nidhogg looks about at the flurry of activity that begins to happen. "Lads be quick somewhere out there is another party of equal size. That bloody Saxxon split his men! and I'd appreciate it greatly if I could travel with you at least until we're out of danger." he says with a smile and a bob of his head. He then heads toward the nearest knave hoping to scavenge a crossbow and a couple daggers.

"There is safety in the numbers, so I guess you can stay with us, for a while, at least. Do you think we are in danger here?"

Andaros says, somewhat bluntly, as usual.

tombowings wrote:
After binding the wounds of his injured ally, Pelenwin, will bind his own cuts and tend to the injuries of Deggerhund's might axe.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Very good, Pelenwin the Brave joins the ranks of those at rest.