Onward to the next farm in the west! To harrass
It's getting dark as you leave the farm. You follow the trail toward thesunset for a while, but you must have fallen asleep while walking or something, because when you wake up, you are standing in the woods, not a farm or a trail n sight. it's fully dark too.
Discard the plate and make the spoon into.a crude knife. Touch his head and fill his mind with fear. Hold the illusion-of-a-knife to his neck, and whisper in his ear:
Wake up.
Your life is in danger, remain silent.
His eyes snap open instantly, and he takes one long, sharp breathe, which he seems to hold for an abnormally long time before expelling it in short, staccato bursts. You smell urine.
<Do not chase them. You are too weak. Grant me time to fix you.
During the fight, you requested my name. I have none, but I do have something close. I doubt it is possible for your mind to comprehend it, but names are a form of power, so I shall share it if you wish, Demontouched>
Just keep on healing, slowly if it's safe, and quick if it's necessary. Don't take control from Mordred even if he does something stupid.
Can I cause a vague sensation of a headache without needing to roll for it? I don't mean a headache strong enough to affect any rolls or anything, it's just an RP thing.
sure, go ahead.
<I will give you my trust by not demanding any leverage. I suppose you will always know that I address you anyway.>
See of Blastel had something valuable on him. Let them flee and walk away by the different road, slowly, trying to not disturb the wounds too much. Let them heal.
you grab Blastel's coin purse. It jingles a bit. The different road is back the way you came, unless I specifically said that you were at a crossroads. It's starting to get dark. time to find a good place to hole up for the night maybe. Or whatever. You feel that if you continue taking it easy, the wounds will heal.
Solam Kobemtosed
Grab my sword and be ready to slash at the mercs if they become violent towards us. Go for the elf first, if I can.
You get your sword, just in time to defend yourself against the orc's machete. "My brains!" he shrieks. as his machete clangs loudly against your sword, sending painful vibrations up your arm.
Hom:
Hey, what's the rush? ..Guys? We are no longer friends, however the 3 mercs are feeling rather sluggish suddenly (slow them, drop the aura). Calm Down We Are ALL F R Ì̙̱̻̪̮ E͂ͩ N̼̈́̈ D̛̺̦͖͓̞͉̆̒ͭ͞ S̵͍͚̦̥̮̰̀̽ͪͫ̄̇̅̕͜ H̴̢̨͕͚͇͙̱̠͙̜̮̙̦͉̊͋ͬ̍̋͐̽̈́̋̇̍͆̄̉͡͝ Ȩ̵̟̜̘̭̫̰͔̂ͤ̔̄̋͊ͣ͜͝ R͉̼͈̫̤̗̺̲̠̗̗̺͉̟̪͆͒̆̋͗̿ͥ̌͋ͣͨ̄̔ͯ̚͟͜ͅ Ę͚̼͖̼̞̭̦ͮ̔ͣ̀̐́͐ͨ̍ͩ̎͊̅͌͋ͩͪ͘! Magic-blast the kobold, then the elf, then the orc.
The elf steps back into the shade of the woods and begins firing arrows at you, but they clang harmlessly off your shell. Hte kobold begins to dance and chant, shrieking and shaking his stick. But he seems to be unable to put much power into it. You Fire a magic blast at him and something strange happens. Your energy reaches out and grabs hold deep inside the kobold, pulling something out of it. You feel some strange power, some connection with the spirits of the world that you didn't have before, and the kobold drops where it stands, falling limply on it's face.
Cho Ja
Diplomancy is taking too long, sneak up to the campfire and eat all their eyeball soup.
You eat an entire pot of the stuff, gorging yourself to the point of immobility. You crawl into the upturned pot and curl up. It rolls a few feet before coming to rest against something unseen.
"Statement: this one shall wait until the shamans are ready to speak with this one.
Urgent statement: Please make sure they do so at the earliest possible moment, for time may very well be of the utmost importance in this matter."
Wait to see the shamans.
The Goblins bring yourself and Terrance each a bowl of soup while you wait. The sun goes down, and the sounds of the goblin camp change, quieting a bit and turning inward. After a time, you find yourself surrounded by short figures, dressed in wool, with the traditional animal skull caps shamans seem to prefer for some reason, though one wears what looks like a hollowed out tree stump on it's head instead. "Being of weapons and cities, we have come at your request. We do not know how yo uhope we can aid you in aiding us, but for the sake of our people, we are here."
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