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He looked from one party member to the next, wondering if his ides was a good one.
"Maybe we can just check on the tables first?"
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He looked from one party member to the next, wondering if his ides was a good one.
"Maybe we can just check on the tables first?"
Sizniche
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Samson looked over at Kyria and frowned. "Well excuuuuuuuse me, princesss," he said,"I'll have you know I was gonna try and jump across, not down. What, d'you think I'm suicidal or somethin'?" He then looked back over at the beam he was about to try and make a jump for, which seemed like it may have been a bit farther away than his original assessment would indicate. "Either way, though, ya may have a point. Maybe we should lay a plank across or sumthin'."
Equusheart
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Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Kyria's frown deepened as she looked back at Samson. His comment had made her want to give him a good sound punch to the jaw. She had only been trying to keep him from coming to possible harm. Kyria muttered something in elvish as she turned her back on him and stalked over to the farm house with that potato and turnip field. Maybe there might be something of use in there. And if not... at least Kyria had a minute alone.
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The cottage of the farm was one of the few buildings not touched by the falling stones. Its door was hanging open, and the interior - much like the rest of the buildings - all rummaged through and left in shambles by one of the raiding parties.
Back, behind it, was a fenced-in potato and turnip garden. Either vegetables were only beginning to be harvested, and most of them still stuck from the ground... well, that was before a large rock fell right in the middle of it, in-between of a thin dirt road with potato bushes on one side, and puffy turnip tops on the other. And underneath the rock - a bloody mess. Looking a little closer, Kyria noticed a hand sticking from beneath it - white, asides for the blood splatter, still clutching a hoe. From the other side - a pair of feet, dressed in simple, soft shoes, and legs up to the knees. The rest of the body was buried beneath the rock, and judging from the soaked earth, turned into mush.
There was something else, however. A small smoke line - barely noticeable from where she stood - coming from the building across the road from the garden. Untouched by the showering rocks, there stood a small, locked house. The shatters were closed, so was the door, and in front of it lay two bodies: a goblin, charred to the bone, and a huge mess of ash and fur - probably another worg of theirs. Kyria almost felt the heat coming out of remains, even though it looked like they were here for a while now.
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The cottage of the farm was one of the few buildings not touched by the falling stones. Its door was hanging open, and the interior - much like the rest of the buildings - all rummaged through and left in shambles by one of the raiding parties.
Back, behind it, was a fenced-in potato and turnip garden. Either vegetables were only beginning to be harvested, and most of them still stuck from the ground... well, that was before a large rock fell right in the middle of it, in-between of a thin dirt road with potato bushes on one side, and puffy turnip tops on the other. And underneath the rock - a bloody mess. Looking a little closer, Kyria noticed a hand sticking from beneath it - white, asides for the blood splatter, still clutching a hoe. From the other side - a pair of feet, dressed in simple, soft shoes, and legs up to the knees. The rest of the body was buried beneath the rock, and judging from the soaked earth, turned into mush.
There was something else, however. A small smoke line - barely noticeable from where she stood - coming from the building across the road from the garden. Untouched by the showering rocks, there stood a small, locked house. The shatters were closed, so was the door, and in front of it lay two bodies: a goblin, charred to the bone, and a huge mess of ash and fur - probably another worg of theirs. Kyria almost felt the heat coming out of remains, even though it looked like they were here for a while now.
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Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Kyria grimaced slightly at the sight of the boulder and what might have been a farmer crushed beneath it. Well, they'd found one of the villagers. Or what was left of them anyway.
When her eyes fell on the small house, Kyria sucked in a breath at the sight of the line of smoke. Perhaps there was someone left alive. From the state of the fried goblin and warg, Kyria suspected that, whoever it was, they were defensive. Kyria moved slowly as she skirted the goblin and warg and went to the door.
"Hello?" she called out softly, trying not to sound like a threat. Still a hand went to the hilt of her short sword just in case. "Is anyone in there?"
When her eyes fell on the small house, Kyria sucked in a breath at the sight of the line of smoke. Perhaps there was someone left alive. From the state of the fried goblin and warg, Kyria suspected that, whoever it was, they were defensive. Kyria moved slowly as she skirted the goblin and warg and went to the door.
"Hello?" she called out softly, trying not to sound like a threat. Still a hand went to the hilt of her short sword just in case. "Is anyone in there?"
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There was dead silence from the other side of the door, however. Whether no one was inside, or they were absolutely quiet, in hiding.
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There was dead silence from the other side of the door, however. Whether no one was inside, or they were absolutely quiet, in hiding.
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Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Recieving no answer, Kyria reached out for the doorknob.
"Hello?" she said again as she went to give the doorknob a turn.
"Hello?" she said again as she went to give the doorknob a turn.
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The door handle felt nice and warm, albeit the rough design of it didn't really allow it to be turned, per se. However, as soon as the ranger tried to open it, carved symbols on the frame that previously went unnoticed suddenly lit up with dark-orange. A low hum, barely audible even for the young woman, emitted from them, before the orange glow blast forward, whirling in a spiral, and curling together,forming a this cylinder or even a cone of flames, darting towards Kyria, like from a weird gnomish contraption.
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The door handle felt nice and warm, albeit the rough design of it didn't really allow it to be turned, per se. However, as soon as the ranger tried to open it, carved symbols on the frame that previously went unnoticed suddenly lit up with dark-orange. A low hum, barely audible even for the young woman, emitted from them, before the orange glow blast forward, whirling in a spiral, and curling together,forming a this cylinder or even a cone of flames, darting towards Kyria, like from a weird gnomish contraption.
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Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Orok 'Fel-Hand'
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Kyria, Yenric
Whilst The Halfing spoke about a Goblin within the Tavern; Orok nodded to himself as he thought of the chance to battle. He must be able to deal with whatever is within this place. Sprinting over towards the ruined entrance where the Savage peered inside.
No light within and it seemed to have an awful feeling within. He was able to see through the dark but he checked into the building and sniffed the air for any or all senses of an enemy/enemies within. Slicing something would be fun as he reached over his back and grabbed the handle of his Great-Axe and unsheathed it. Firmly gripping the weapon in both hands as he checked for anything on the inside.
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Kyria, Yenric
Whilst The Halfing spoke about a Goblin within the Tavern; Orok nodded to himself as he thought of the chance to battle. He must be able to deal with whatever is within this place. Sprinting over towards the ruined entrance where the Savage peered inside.
No light within and it seemed to have an awful feeling within. He was able to see through the dark but he checked into the building and sniffed the air for any or all senses of an enemy/enemies within. Slicing something would be fun as he reached over his back and grabbed the handle of his Great-Axe and unsheathed it. Firmly gripping the weapon in both hands as he checked for anything on the inside.
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Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Kyria gasped and ducked out of the way just as a blast flame erupted towards where she had once stood.
"That's a very clever trick," Kyria said leaning against the side of the house with a sigh. "Though I'm not the one you need to barbecue."
"That's a very clever trick," Kyria said leaning against the side of the house with a sigh. "Though I'm not the one you need to barbecue."
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Seraph Darkfire
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Zi'on scratched his chin "Since we are exploring again, I'll check out that pumpkin farm over there" he said pointing before clapping his hands "Anyone like Jack-O-Lanterns?" he chuckled as he headed towards the pumpkin farm. He was fond of gourds, they were interesting things. You could eat them or use them for artistic expression, the large ones could even be used as effective weapons. He'd once crushed an enemy under a prize winning pumpkin. It was all good fun. He walked haphazardly around the fields, taking a few casual looks, mainly the two large boulders that had been dropped near the house.
He wasn't expecting to find much new. All the boulders had been dropped on the village instead of fired and he hadn't seen anything explaining otherwise. After exploring the fields a little more, he moved up to the house and pressed his head lightly against the wall, listening for any movement in the building. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he had an understanding of combat and rushing head first would likely get him killed.
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He wasn't expecting to find much new. All the boulders had been dropped on the village instead of fired and he hadn't seen anything explaining otherwise. After exploring the fields a little more, he moved up to the house and pressed his head lightly against the wall, listening for any movement in the building. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he had an understanding of combat and rushing head first would likely get him killed.
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The two larger men split, exploring each their own building. The first one to reach the goal was Zi'on, leaning to the door to hear anything after green-and-orange field was explored. If there was something that was barely ripe, it was pumpkin. There were a lot of those in the garden - some squashed into mush, others - still untouched, large, and bright-orange, like the sun during summer dusk. The door to the farm was closed, but not locked, and inside, he had heard tapping of feet, almost in a musical manner, and dulled, echoing voices, as if heard deep from a well or a cave. They were high, muffled, speaking some unknown to him language, occasionally interchangeable with laughter - as muffled as the voices themselves, and then pitter-patter once more. As far as warforged could tell, there were two, maybe three of them inside.
In the meantime, as Zi'on managed to get the approximate picture, Orok approached wide-open doors of the Inn. Much like Rina before him, he saw the absolute mess of the dining hall: a rock that fell into it through the roof and the room above, crushing a large dining table, and a goblin lying in a pool of its own blood besides that almost perfectly round boulder. The mess around, the broken cups and bottles, the scattered cutlery was too much of a distraction to make out anything else here, and the air reeked with blood, alcohol, and a distinct grass-like smell of goblin, coming from both the dead body, and the kitchen. It also smelled like perfume here, probably belonging to a resident or a visitor of the inn - a slight, sweet, and flowery one, but still probably too strong to belong to someone important. Orok could imagine some sort of a merchant, or a wannabe noble who'd use something like this. Of course, the smell of wood and food - both raw and cooked, pickled and salted - hang in the air as well, but this was quite normal for an inn with a tavern on the ground floor.
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The two larger men split, exploring each their own building. The first one to reach the goal was Zi'on, leaning to the door to hear anything after green-and-orange field was explored. If there was something that was barely ripe, it was pumpkin. There were a lot of those in the garden - some squashed into mush, others - still untouched, large, and bright-orange, like the sun during summer dusk. The door to the farm was closed, but not locked, and inside, he had heard tapping of feet, almost in a musical manner, and dulled, echoing voices, as if heard deep from a well or a cave. They were high, muffled, speaking some unknown to him language, occasionally interchangeable with laughter - as muffled as the voices themselves, and then pitter-patter once more. As far as warforged could tell, there were two, maybe three of them inside.
In the meantime, as Zi'on managed to get the approximate picture, Orok approached wide-open doors of the Inn. Much like Rina before him, he saw the absolute mess of the dining hall: a rock that fell into it through the roof and the room above, crushing a large dining table, and a goblin lying in a pool of its own blood besides that almost perfectly round boulder. The mess around, the broken cups and bottles, the scattered cutlery was too much of a distraction to make out anything else here, and the air reeked with blood, alcohol, and a distinct grass-like smell of goblin, coming from both the dead body, and the kitchen. It also smelled like perfume here, probably belonging to a resident or a visitor of the inn - a slight, sweet, and flowery one, but still probably too strong to belong to someone important. Orok could imagine some sort of a merchant, or a wannabe noble who'd use something like this. Of course, the smell of wood and food - both raw and cooked, pickled and salted - hang in the air as well, but this was quite normal for an inn with a tavern on the ground floor.
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Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Orok 'Fel-Hand'
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself - Tavern
As the Half-Orc's large and robust nose begun to work whilst sweet, tangy, bitter and familiar scents hit his nose. The disgusting and unfamiliar smell of perfume hitting his nose, a natural scent felt better on the nose when it wasn't as thick as the amount of a rage which was currently built at the current moment. Orok wasn't pleased and this was progressively getting him more and more furious with the current situation.
Goblin's stink, meat in the air, blood and alcohol. Cautiously taking a step within whilst he heard the creak caused by a singular step of his heavy feet. The sight of various cutlery, destroyed table in sight and.... WHY IN DA WORLD OF FOOK IS THERE A ROCK IN HER?! Some rock tosser is around. Probably grinds against stone..... Weirdos.
Taking steps in the direction of kitchen where Orok noticed the damaged items as he continued on his path whilst his breath was calm, his eyes seemingly bugled as his temple was pulsing at the moment. Speaking to himself in a mere whisper in a more naturally language.
"Stupid, Fookin' Tavern. Ghost town bullshit. Probably a Goblin Orgy sight.... Disgusting, Pint-sized, grabby, depraved freaks."
A growl came from his throat when he arrived at the kitchen door frame, his greataxe in hand as he awaited any form of assault or attack. Ready to swing like a hurricane and chop whatever might get in his way into bits or halves.
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself - Tavern
As the Half-Orc's large and robust nose begun to work whilst sweet, tangy, bitter and familiar scents hit his nose. The disgusting and unfamiliar smell of perfume hitting his nose, a natural scent felt better on the nose when it wasn't as thick as the amount of a rage which was currently built at the current moment. Orok wasn't pleased and this was progressively getting him more and more furious with the current situation.
Goblin's stink, meat in the air, blood and alcohol. Cautiously taking a step within whilst he heard the creak caused by a singular step of his heavy feet. The sight of various cutlery, destroyed table in sight and.... WHY IN DA WORLD OF FOOK IS THERE A ROCK IN HER?! Some rock tosser is around. Probably grinds against stone..... Weirdos.
Taking steps in the direction of kitchen where Orok noticed the damaged items as he continued on his path whilst his breath was calm, his eyes seemingly bugled as his temple was pulsing at the moment. Speaking to himself in a mere whisper in a more naturally language.
"Stupid, Fookin' Tavern. Ghost town bullshit. Probably a Goblin Orgy sight.... Disgusting, Pint-sized, grabby, depraved freaks."
A growl came from his throat when he arrived at the kitchen door frame, his greataxe in hand as he awaited any form of assault or attack. Ready to swing like a hurricane and chop whatever might get in his way into bits or halves.
wowbobwow
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Whether or not the short human decided to follow him, Yenric headed toward the damaged house to see what he could find. He realized there were still dangers about, so he drew his crossbow again, loading a bold into it, just in case. One could never be too prepared, he told himself. Certainly luck was on his side, but he didn't want to test the patience of his goddess. He approached cautiously, but looked around for planks that might be long enough to span the gap.
Sizniche
kevintheradioguy
Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Kyria sighed and stood up before looking back at the house. Some would probably know to leave well enough alone, but curiosity had ahold of Kyria. It the door was trapped, then there had to be something important inside. Wincing slightly from her burns, Kyria began slowly moving around the house looking for any possible way in. She tugged at the window shudders to see if there was any give.
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Samson gave a slight sigh. In hindsight, he really should have expected that reaction to end the way it did, but when he said it initially he only meant it as a harmless joke. Though there was no use harping on it; everyone seemed to be fanning out to keep looking around, and the halfling seemed headed to a wrecked house to find some way to cross the bridge. Samson eventually took his offer and followed Yenric down and scanned the wreckage alongside him.
"Heh, you didn't think you'd be able to lift a plank like that on your own, didja? A plank like that would have to be almost 30 feet long, accountin' for weight and slippin' tolerances. Do you know how much 30 feet of wood weighs?"
wowbobwow
kevintheradioguy
"Heh, you didn't think you'd be able to lift a plank like that on your own, didja? A plank like that would have to be almost 30 feet long, accountin' for weight and slippin' tolerances. Do you know how much 30 feet of wood weighs?"
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The half-orc, unlike Rina previously, barged into the kitchen from where the sounds were coming from, only to see a four-foot-tall yellow-slinned creature in leathers, already rummaged through every pantry there was, sitting on the cooking table, cheawing on blood sausage. Her eyes darted up, to the massive beast of a man, and legs she was waving froze in the air. The sausage fell out of her mouth, as the goblin emitted a high-pitched shriek of terror, jumping off the counter, and darting towards a rock-created hole in an opposite wall from the entrance... but not without picking up her huge, almost oversized bag, all filled with cutlery and food. Her thin, nimble fravme easily fit the slim crack between the wall and the rock, albeit the bag ripped, making her leave a frying pan and a few loaves of bread behind. Whether or not to pursue her was Orok's choice, of couse, but the lonely goblin clearly did not pose any danger... or did a damn good job at pretending she didn't.
The rest of the party went exploring. Kyria, for one, found a few windows, of course, but each and every one of them was closed and maticulously locked, almost as oif the residents knew about the attack, and were prepared. Perhaps, Nai could've done something about it, but not the ranger. There were fresh scratches around where the locks were - probably the goblins already have tried to get in via the windows, but failed at picking the locks.
Unlike Zi'on, listening in to the mess in one of the farms, and failing to recognise the language (other than the fact it sounded somewhat similar to the one worgs used befor their attack), Yenric and Samson discovered the only untouched building. Untouched by goblins, that is. The place was a mess. It had been hit by a rock, and virtually destoyed, leaving only two opposite corners standing. Pieces of beds, wardrobes, chests and alike were sprawn across the floor, mixing with roof tiles, and weird black spots, like an ink, around the floor. The draft was lifting blank papers and pieces of feathered charms in the air, and moving them from one corner of the house to another, and then back again. There were just three peaces of furniture left untouched in the house: a writing table in one corner, a cupboard in the other one, and a big ten-by-five dining table between them. It was quiet in here, with no signs of anyone or anything other than wreckage in here.
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The half-orc, unlike Rina previously, barged into the kitchen from where the sounds were coming from, only to see a four-foot-tall yellow-slinned creature in leathers, already rummaged through every pantry there was, sitting on the cooking table, cheawing on blood sausage. Her eyes darted up, to the massive beast of a man, and legs she was waving froze in the air. The sausage fell out of her mouth, as the goblin emitted a high-pitched shriek of terror, jumping off the counter, and darting towards a rock-created hole in an opposite wall from the entrance... but not without picking up her huge, almost oversized bag, all filled with cutlery and food. Her thin, nimble fravme easily fit the slim crack between the wall and the rock, albeit the bag ripped, making her leave a frying pan and a few loaves of bread behind. Whether or not to pursue her was Orok's choice, of couse, but the lonely goblin clearly did not pose any danger... or did a damn good job at pretending she didn't.
The rest of the party went exploring. Kyria, for one, found a few windows, of course, but each and every one of them was closed and maticulously locked, almost as oif the residents knew about the attack, and were prepared. Perhaps, Nai could've done something about it, but not the ranger. There were fresh scratches around where the locks were - probably the goblins already have tried to get in via the windows, but failed at picking the locks.
Unlike Zi'on, listening in to the mess in one of the farms, and failing to recognise the language (other than the fact it sounded somewhat similar to the one worgs used befor their attack), Yenric and Samson discovered the only untouched building. Untouched by goblins, that is. The place was a mess. It had been hit by a rock, and virtually destoyed, leaving only two opposite corners standing. Pieces of beds, wardrobes, chests and alike were sprawn across the floor, mixing with roof tiles, and weird black spots, like an ink, around the floor. The draft was lifting blank papers and pieces of feathered charms in the air, and moving them from one corner of the house to another, and then back again. There were just three peaces of furniture left untouched in the house: a writing table in one corner, a cupboard in the other one, and a big ten-by-five dining table between them. It was quiet in here, with no signs of anyone or anything other than wreckage in here.
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Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Kyria frowned and have a sigh. The house was locked up tighter that a dwarve's bank fault. Again Kyria wondered if there was someone still inside.
"Hello?" Kyria called out. "I'm not a goblin." She paused, listening for any bit of movement. She eyed the chimney, but ultimately decided that it was a bad idea.
"Hello?" she call out again in elvish. "I'm not a goblin."
"Hello?" Kyria called out. "I'm not a goblin." She paused, listening for any bit of movement. She eyed the chimney, but ultimately decided that it was a bad idea.
"Hello?" she call out again in elvish. "I'm not a goblin."
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Orok 'Fel-Hand'
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself - Tavern: Kitchen Area
Looking into the kitchen - Orok paused as his eyes came upon the goblin who was just in the moment of devouring a blood sausage. His mind went blank as she suddenly noticed him - her joyful movements as her legs sung back and forth halted.... They look each-other in the eyes.
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The Half-Orc's breath increased as saliva began to build up, he felt.... twitchy.... and he wasn't pleased.... Progressively getting more aggressive with every passing movement. As the Goblin screamed which she began her escape from the rather large and furious being who arrived in the kitchen in a matter of moments had entered a state of such anger that his eyes got big and the hair on his body stood on it's own .
Her scream made resulted into Orok unleashed a booming roar in response where the she-goblin grabbed her sack filled with food and utensils to escape into her route where she could swiftly escape only for some of her loot to fall out. Orok wasn't as speedy to catch her before she ran off which he came upon the area that she traveled towards. Looking at it which he growled - Sheathing his Great-Axe & grabbing his Great-Club. Smashing the wall would be easier than cutting the rock.
Taking a couple steps forward as Orok took a bracing step, twisting his hips and torso as the blunt-weapon came around him for this winding up only to go forth at a violent-pace where a booming roar roared from his now-foaming maw; using his body-weight to put more strength into his attack but his position was slightly off. It wasn't his best swing but it would do something at least.
The eyes of this half-orc glowed a deep crimson which his muscles had suddenly expanded from this abnormal anger.
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself - Tavern: Kitchen Area
Looking into the kitchen - Orok paused as his eyes came upon the goblin who was just in the moment of devouring a blood sausage. His mind went blank as she suddenly noticed him - her joyful movements as her legs sung back and forth halted.... They look each-other in the eyes.
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The Half-Orc's breath increased as saliva began to build up, he felt.... twitchy.... and he wasn't pleased.... Progressively getting more aggressive with every passing movement. As the Goblin screamed which she began her escape from the rather large and furious being who arrived in the kitchen in a matter of moments had entered a state of such anger that his eyes got big and the hair on his body stood on it's own .
Her scream made resulted into Orok unleashed a booming roar in response where the she-goblin grabbed her sack filled with food and utensils to escape into her route where she could swiftly escape only for some of her loot to fall out. Orok wasn't as speedy to catch her before she ran off which he came upon the area that she traveled towards. Looking at it which he growled - Sheathing his Great-Axe & grabbing his Great-Club. Smashing the wall would be easier than cutting the rock.
Taking a couple steps forward as Orok took a bracing step, twisting his hips and torso as the blunt-weapon came around him for this winding up only to go forth at a violent-pace where a booming roar roared from his now-foaming maw; using his body-weight to put more strength into his attack but his position was slightly off. It wasn't his best swing but it would do something at least.
The eyes of this half-orc glowed a deep crimson which his muscles had suddenly expanded from this abnormal anger.
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Seraph Darkfire
King of the Underworld
Zi'on placed his fingers gently against the door as he tried to identify the voices a little more, but couldn't place much beyond what he already could hear. He needed to get a look at whatever was in the building. If he knew what he was dealing with, he could decide if he could handle it or if he would need backup. Even now, he was considering just going and getting someone to cover him.
Just a look and he'd have an idea of how to deal with it. Gently, he opened the door.
Just a look and he'd have an idea of how to deal with it. Gently, he opened the door.
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He turned to his friend. "I have no idea about the weight, but I'm guessing it would be slightly more than a twenty nine foot piece of wood?"
He approached one of the black stains and leaned over it, trying to see if it was ink, or if it was something else that he recognized. As he was in a squat in front of one, he turned back to Samson. "Check out the cupboard and see if there is anything of interest there, I'll go through the writing desk."
He headed over to the desk, quickly going through a few of the papers to see if there was anything interesting before he rummaged through the drawers.
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The young investigator awoke with a start, her eyes quickly surveying her surroundings as she sat up, a hand on her rapier. Soon enough she eased, seeing herself still with the caravan despite most of it's occupants having left. Serves her right, both for keeping awake to write her report and for not making enough conversation to warrant being woken up. She sighed, hopping out of the back of a cart, rubbing her bleary eyes then shaking her head to get rid of the remaining tiredness she felt. She took another glance around, this time actually taking a moment to see where the others might have gone.
After a moment she'd notice the village nearby, and judging from their current objective, proceeded to head in the way of the village, a minor huff exuding from the investigator as she turned up her coat's collar to deter mosquitoes. "Damned adventurers running off without me... Here's hoping they aren't all dead..."
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The young investigator awoke with a start, her eyes quickly surveying her surroundings as she sat up, a hand on her rapier. Soon enough she eased, seeing herself still with the caravan despite most of it's occupants having left. Serves her right, both for keeping awake to write her report and for not making enough conversation to warrant being woken up. She sighed, hopping out of the back of a cart, rubbing her bleary eyes then shaking her head to get rid of the remaining tiredness she felt. She took another glance around, this time actually taking a moment to see where the others might have gone.
After a moment she'd notice the village nearby, and judging from their current objective, proceeded to head in the way of the village, a minor huff exuding from the investigator as she turned up her coat's collar to deter mosquitoes. "Damned adventurers running off without me... Here's hoping they aren't all dead..."
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Samson was almost about to quip back after hearing Yenric's response when he realized he didn't actually quite know how much thirty feet of wood weighed, especially since "thirty feet of wood" could be anything from a tree trunk to a thirty foot dowel rod. Instead, he decided to search the cupboard that Yenric asked him to, and keep his trap shut, which seems had already gotten him in trouble today.
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Somewhere North, the entire group heard a wall crumbling: the half-orc swung his maul, destroying the feeble, half-collapsed wall, barging outside right as food-and-cutlery-loaded goblin girl was sprinting away into the cemetery, panting hard as the backpack pushed her down into the ground. She was already far away, getting a good start, and not spending time to knock off the wall - as swift as any other goblin. The little creatures were, indeed, witty little buggers, preferring guerilla tactics - although she was armed with a sabre and a bow, like most of her brethren, she knew that fighting a half-orc was probably not the best of ideas.
Perhaps, the crumbling of a wall echoing and rattling through the town was a reason Kyria didn't hear anything behind the doors and windows of the house... or maybe there really wasn't anyone in. With the defence they had installed it was maybe for the better - who knew what other tricks they can throw at them... asides firebolts. This was not the case, however, with scavenging Samson and Yenric. While Samson, going through a cupboard did find a few crystal decanters that were still in a good shape, and a candy bowl with a handful of coins in it (probably an "adult" analogue of a piggy bank), Yen was not as lucky. As soon as he got to the drawers, finding nothing of importance between papers (it seemed that this house belonged to an accountant, long rows of produces, imports and numbers put neatly in tight columns amidst yellowish paper), opening the first of them all to find writing supplies and seals, there was a loud hiss, and a meow, and a huge thing pounced right on him, pushing the little man back swinging its claws at him, and bearing its teeth, nearly sending the halfling fleeing. It looked like a large, brightly-coloured cat, but feathers were going down its neck and back, mixing with the long ginger and white fur, and a pair of wings with a span larger than Yen's height were spread behind its back, demonstrating yellow and green feathers, like of an exotic bird; making the feline look even bigger than it already was. It was peppered with dust, and emitted high-pitched rumbling, warning for the little man to stay away.
Zi'on too met someone, albeit in the weirdest of ways. Looking into the main room of the building, the warforged indeed saw a couple of goblins, playing some odd game. They both had large orange pumpkins put on their heads, like some sort of closed helmets that blinded and probably partially deafened them. Squeaking something on their language and wielding a stick each (or rather, table a leg each), they were trying to blindly find each other, and break the pumpkin on the other goblin's head in a weird game of pinata.
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Somewhere North, the entire group heard a wall crumbling: the half-orc swung his maul, destroying the feeble, half-collapsed wall, barging outside right as food-and-cutlery-loaded goblin girl was sprinting away into the cemetery, panting hard as the backpack pushed her down into the ground. She was already far away, getting a good start, and not spending time to knock off the wall - as swift as any other goblin. The little creatures were, indeed, witty little buggers, preferring guerilla tactics - although she was armed with a sabre and a bow, like most of her brethren, she knew that fighting a half-orc was probably not the best of ideas.Perhaps, the crumbling of a wall echoing and rattling through the town was a reason Kyria didn't hear anything behind the doors and windows of the house... or maybe there really wasn't anyone in. With the defence they had installed it was maybe for the better - who knew what other tricks they can throw at them... asides firebolts. This was not the case, however, with scavenging Samson and Yenric. While Samson, going through a cupboard did find a few crystal decanters that were still in a good shape, and a candy bowl with a handful of coins in it (probably an "adult" analogue of a piggy bank), Yen was not as lucky. As soon as he got to the drawers, finding nothing of importance between papers (it seemed that this house belonged to an accountant, long rows of produces, imports and numbers put neatly in tight columns amidst yellowish paper), opening the first of them all to find writing supplies and seals, there was a loud hiss, and a meow, and a huge thing pounced right on him, pushing the little man back swinging its claws at him, and bearing its teeth, nearly sending the halfling fleeing. It looked like a large, brightly-coloured cat, but feathers were going down its neck and back, mixing with the long ginger and white fur, and a pair of wings with a span larger than Yen's height were spread behind its back, demonstrating yellow and green feathers, like of an exotic bird; making the feline look even bigger than it already was. It was peppered with dust, and emitted high-pitched rumbling, warning for the little man to stay away.
Zi'on too met someone, albeit in the weirdest of ways. Looking into the main room of the building, the warforged indeed saw a couple of goblins, playing some odd game. They both had large orange pumpkins put on their heads, like some sort of closed helmets that blinded and probably partially deafened them. Squeaking something on their language and wielding a stick each (or rather, table a leg each), they were trying to blindly find each other, and break the pumpkin on the other goblin's head in a weird game of pinata.
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Orok 'Fel-Hand'
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself & Goblin Girl. Tavern - Mind-Numbing Anger
Whilst the goblin-girl sprinted off, Orok didn't give chase... He... Was.... Furious! A GOBLIN! DIDN'T EVEN OFFER HIM SOME FOOD! WHAT KIND OF GREEDY LITTLE BRAT DOES THAT! DISRESPECTFUL! DISRESPECTFUL!
The frothy and barely-clad warrior's body was going into over-time as his eyes wandered around the Tavern for clues. Anything that she left behind besides food. His nose heavily sniffed as the smells from before might've gone away. His ears 'opened' as he tried to listen for more and more sounds coming from this building.... 'Fel-Hand's wraith was overbearing. Stomping forward over to one of the tables....
His hands moved as he shuffled away his club to it'a natural position where his free-hands came crashing onto the edges of the table. Using his anger-fueled strength, he housed up the table above his head and slammed it against the wall. Close to the entrance of the Tavern whilst he wanted to smash something.
Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself & Goblin Girl. Tavern - Mind-Numbing Anger
Whilst the goblin-girl sprinted off, Orok didn't give chase... He... Was.... Furious! A GOBLIN! DIDN'T EVEN OFFER HIM SOME FOOD! WHAT KIND OF GREEDY LITTLE BRAT DOES THAT! DISRESPECTFUL! DISRESPECTFUL!
The frothy and barely-clad warrior's body was going into over-time as his eyes wandered around the Tavern for clues. Anything that she left behind besides food. His nose heavily sniffed as the smells from before might've gone away. His ears 'opened' as he tried to listen for more and more sounds coming from this building.... 'Fel-Hand's wraith was overbearing. Stomping forward over to one of the tables....
His hands moved as he shuffled away his club to it'a natural position where his free-hands came crashing onto the edges of the table. Using his anger-fueled strength, he housed up the table above his head and slammed it against the wall. Close to the entrance of the Tavern whilst he wanted to smash something.
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