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[Xantalos]

*annoyed blurble*

Climb my way out of the trough. Use my knives for climbing if I need to. Recapture my prey.

[spazyak]

Realease the horse and try to get it to run torwards the enemy, vicously stab any that are attacking friends, are knocked over by the horse, or trampled by it.

[Egan_BW]

So... the people that the team is fighting are supposed to be our clients, right? What is the tiny leader man up to in all this?

[spazyak]

So... the people that the team is fighting are supposed to be our clients, right? What is the tiny leader man up to in all this?

((This was a set up I believe)

[Egan_BW]

((Looks more like you guys decided to murder the first thing you came across to me.))

[spazyak]

((That too.))

[Devastator]

Watch the fighters as they go away.  If they don't come back or don't attack, go find something to drink.

[killerhellhound]

((That too.))

(why do I have the feeling that the murder addicts are going to get us all in alot of trouble.)

Keep Flinging random objects at the enermy's

[Yoink]

The fellow I splashed fell back along with the others and is no longer in front of me, correct? Then I shall fall back to the shelter of the barn with my oil, mumbling embarrassed apologies as I go in a weak attempt at keeping up my uninvolved bystander act.

If he is still within striking distance, belt him over the head with either the rolling pin or the small pan, whichever I'm currently holding.
Then retreat hastily to the barn, preferably with the oil but I will abandon it for the sake of speed if any foes give chase.


Once I'm in the barn, look around and (assuming I still have the oil) see if I can get the attention of someone up in the loft without making too much noise.    

"Psst! You! Help me get this stuff up there, quick-like!"
Thrips would indicate the container of oil after placing it at his feet, one pupil still careening wildly as he stands there impatiently.   

[DoctorMcTaalik]

"Oh, err-" Pas'qet stops and composes himself, puffing out his chest and straightening his robes in an attempt to look authoritative, but not overly threatening.

"Citizens. Might'n't I asking what is you're done out past curfew at this unmothering hour?"

Try to play this off like I'm an officer of some sort, and not just a random murderous birdman.

[Devastator]

((Is anyone here actually interested in doing the mission?))

[Xantalos]

((Oh, I am. To my knowledge we're waiting for underworld contacts to show up at the farm so we can impress them with you the drake, and some of us are now fighting ... some other guys for some reason. Gak's just killing time (and that poor stableboy) while he waits for the other guys.))

[Devastator]

((I'm pretty sure those guys fighting are the underworld contacts.))

[Yoink]

((I'm pretty sure those guys fighting are the underworld contacts.))

((That was my impression also. If our target isn't amongst this group (can't remember all the details of the "plan") I suppose one of the more sadistically-inclined members of our group could always get the necessary information out of them somehow. I don't see what you're trying to say about people not being interested in the mission, as far as I can tell we're just responding to the unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in thanks to Chucky over there.
Also my character is clueless, don't look at me.))   

[Devastator]

((Just seems to be heavy on the recreational murder.))