Fantasy Adventurers of the Red Snapper Inn (Always taking new patrons)

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 2


The Kobolds are unawares. Around the group of four there's a couple other kobolds milling about the area. All of them are armed with spears suited for their size; the favorite of your regular every day kobold.


No Party


For the bottle of wine Barthelmor serves, a gold piece is the cost.


(@JustCallMeAimee , for reference, at the Bar there's a few people sitting. Tasis, Eirikr and a Gnoll named Myrrh )

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

@JustCallMeAimee[/URL] , for reference, at the Bar there's a few people sitting. Tasis, Eirikr and a Gnoll named Myrrh )

(Thanks)


Shifting her hand into the pouch of money on her waste band she produced her payment of one gold coin pushing it across the bar top towards him. Her have lifted from the coin and she folded her arms again leaning back and watching the conversations of others.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve grimaced at the sight of the few other kobolds, 'Damn it' he thought. He tried to keep all of them in his eyeline, at least then if one of them made a move he could retaliate quickly. There was quite a bit of open space in this part of the warehouse fortunately, meaning he could move much more than in a more restricted area. Reeve frowned, he didn't know how to approach this one other than to one; take them head on, one by one is practically impossible or two; wait in the shadows.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr roared jumping onto the enraged orcs back. The Orc plants his feet in the ground preventing him from falling. As the Orc begins go flail trying to get the cat off of him, Ozhr's shoulder screams with pain as his claws dig into his skin. He hopes he has distracted the Orc long enough for the woman to finish him off. Ozhr bites down on the orc's shoulder, holding on.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


The Smilodon questioned the party's motivations before charging off into the midst of the battle, Connor wasn't sure if they could trust such a prideful beast to fight beside them but it wasn't the time or the place.


Connor kept hobbling towards the group while Ouranos and two orcs were dancing around each other slashing and stabbing, he threw a glance over his shoulder to see the axe wielding Orcs almost upon him when Lilara came leaping into the path with her shield raised. The closer orc began pummeling her, the blows ringing were as deafening as they were savage but Connor had the other Orc upon him before he could even try to help out his companion.


The tiefling snaked his spear out at the Orc's pigish face trying to keep as much weight on his right leg as possible, the orc slashed wide at the spear parrying it the left and almost knocking it clear of his hand then swung wide again the opposite way aiming it for Connor's head. He tried to duck to the right but his left leg gave out as he pushed off sending him sprawling into the dirt on his side, his spear jarred free of his grip. The orc roared, gobs of warm saliva sprayed out slapping Connor in the face, while it brought it's axe above it's head. Connor rolled onto his back and started to scramble away from his approaching opponent grimacing every time he tried to push off his left, the bone wasn't quite shattered but the pain was incredible. The Orc slammed his axe down as Connor threw his hand out casting a Ray of Frost that blasted the green-skinned creature with freezing air, catching it off guard and freezing it's eyelids shut as the axe hit the dirt between Connor's legs he yelped anticipated a far more painful outcome.


The Orc screamed in rage while it furiously tried rubbing the ice out of it's eyes with one hand and flailed it's axe wildly in the other, Connor spotted his spear in the grass a few feet away while rolling out of the way of another wild strike. He dashed off his good leg, his right leg, and grabbed up the spear by it's shaft and span to face his opponent almost collapsing again. Connor's brow was slick with sweat, his breath came in ragged pants as he stepped towards the raging Orc careful not to get in the way of that axe. It swung wide coming within half of a foot of the tiefling then span and swung back the same way, it could smell Connor and knew roughly were he was, but Connor dove his spear into the Orc's stomach before he could swing again. The beast raged, reaching over and grabbing Connor by the shoulder with one powerful hand while raising axe in the other but the tiefling released the spear to catch the axe between his palms. The axe didn't slow for a second but that wasn't Connor's intention, instead he cast Rusting Grasp as his hands touched the metal making it almost worthless. The metal went orange and became pitted instantly, breaking off partly in the tieflings hands as the the axe handle slammed into Connor's head knocking him back down to the Earth. His Barkskin faded away as consciousness left him, if only for a moment.


Groggily and slowly Connor rolled onto his side as the Orc stood overtop of him, worthless axe still in hand and spear still in gut raising it's bludgeon as a burst of black feathers hit it in the face knocking the Orc off balance and almost off of it's feet.


"Jory?!" Connor called out to the crow fluttering about his foe's face pecking and cawing with a fury known only to the Emus of a foreign land.


"For meat! For Coin!" The bird cawed while dodging a grab then a swing from the Orc,


"Stupid bird!" Connor muttered to himself trying to get to his feet, he was still rocked stumbling slightly as he got up trying to ignore the ringing in his head. Jory jabbed the Orc in the eye as it caught him in it's grip, a series of pops and sickening crunches sounded instantly replacing Jory's caws, but the distraction was enough for the druid to stand a chance. He rushed forward collapsing onto his left leg screaming in agony the stuck arrow snapped in half as he grabbed the spear driving the rest of the way through the injured Orc's torso, it gasped but stayed on it's feet.


"Tenacious bastard.." Connor panted through gritted teeth while twisting his spear, the Orc dropped to it's knee and finally collapsed from it's mortal wounds.


(( Too much? ))

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(Not enough >:L)


Party 1


Liara accepts the Smilodons aid, and chops at the Orcs throat for a clean kill. And now all of their immediate opponents are dead. The ascent up the hill is littered with about a dozen orc bodies, in various states of death. Some clean kills, some brutal kills... and some desperate kills. Liara hopes that Connor can recover from his injury, and she may have to help with that. This will be a good learning experience for the wild, combat-inexperienced druid. But even from this, Liara can see his value. Strong in magic, and resourceful, capable of thinking on the fly.


But attention to the greatest immediate, possible threat. The Smilodon. "Keep away, for now." She commands to the creature. "I heard you speak. I know not what manner of magical creature you are... but you're not malevolent. I can sense that. Are you a shapechanger?" Is the only thing that Liara could possibly thing of.


Party 2


The pack of six kobolds leave the area, skittering off. They got the loot they wanted and with four full stacks stolen from the crate, they go back further in to the warehouse to leave it at their storage. But where is that? The question still remains, of how the Kobolds got in to the warehouse in the first place. And where are the rest of the Kobolds? Six is far too many... there must be many other small loot crews about the warehouse

 

[Remmock]

Myrrl looked taken aback, for a Gnoll. Whatever that expression looked like to a Halfling barkeep, he couldn't predict. However, he bowed his great large head in deference. "Thank you," came the guttural reply to the barkeeper. His whole body ached, shoulders rolling causing the giant beast to appear as though he were shrugging. "Do you have meat?" He asked, practically salivating at the idea. His stomach grumbled cavernously, echoing in his skin while the eyes moved across those assembled. He examined the faces slowly, letting his gaze linger on the Elf at the bar perhaps too long. It was then that he realized his tongue was hanging out, which he slurped back into his mouth.


He realized too that "meat" wasn't a very detailed request. Pinkies prided themselves on detail. It made their worlds turn, so he spoke again. "Any meat." He swallowed hard to get rid of the way his saliva had been pooling in his maw. "Three pounds. Raw." Raw. He suddenly remembered that it made people squeamish to hear that. Besides, he remembered also a word which meant he could get it warm, like a fresh kill instead of cold on a slab. "Err... Rare. Cooked rare." The Gnoll of Many Words than went back to looking around. He listened in on conversations, but they were too wordy and about unimportant things. They did not satisfy his need- his brain kicked his heart, reminding him that Daddy Boone had said that there were more important things in life.


Indeed, it felt warm and fuzzy to make a kill on a predator instead of prey. They were more dangerous. Fun. The squeals of pinkies he saved were funny too, and could be cute to listen to as they thanked him for his good deeds. He recalled patting them upon the head and reciting what Daddy had told him to say in those circumstances. "Be good." He paused, realizing that he had said it out loud, so well trained was he to respond with that phrase, as well as the many other skills he knew. Daddy Boone had made sure he would live, no matter how harsh the world became. His brothers and sisters would find their ways through the world. His tail swung happily. Greatdaddy Torm would watch him always, Daddy Boone had said. That too, was a comfort. He would be a hero!

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve growled quietly, maybe he should have taken care of them there and then, but he couldn't dwell on it and decided to silently follow the pack. He kept a safe distance from behind them. He had an idea, he has 4 smaller knives, one on each shoulder and one on each thigh. Using them as ranged weapons would be a good idea, he had used them for that before. Kill four of them with four accurate throws to their head, or injure them at most, then kill the rest with his swords. He would stay in the shadows while throwing so he wouldn't be seen, and move positions after each one. It was a good plan, if executed well, he should only be left with two of the damned things.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

No Party


Barthelmor couldn't hold back his laugh after the gnoll's request. "Raw meat then, hm? The kitchen is closed, but I can getcha' some raw chicken for sure." He goes in to the kitchen to rummage about, and find the raw meat left. Barthelmor manages just a little under 3 pounds of the raw chicken meat. It'll just have to do! He piles it on a plate, and brings it out to the gnoll. "Just a gold coin, good sir!" Barthelmor demands of him. The gnoll was honestly doing him a favor by taking the raw meat. It'd have just been thrown out anyways.


Party 2


His plan would have been a good one... but Sevar bit off a bit more than he could chew. Not in any danger, but a sneaky kobold escape from his wrath, and started yipping and shouting loudly, sending other kobolds in to a rushing panic. They've found an intruder, and it has to be killed, swarmed to death! Kobolds preferred to fight two, five, or even ten against one. Pack fighters. Reeve needs to strike, quick.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr looked the woman over. "I am a Greater Smilodon. As smart as any being and can learn the languages of many. I am no shapeshifter and saw you all need help." He responded in a deep voice. He looked at her with his golden eyes, predatory instinct could be seen behind them.

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Closing her eyes she rocked back in her chair swirling her drink absentmindedly. She closed her eyes her ears twitching as she listened to the room and the outside world, her hand gripped the glass, she hated the smell of stale beer mixed with blood from a near by fight.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve sighed, "God damn it," he whispered, then crossed his arms over to his shoulders, grabbing the two sheathed knives he had his two first targets in sight. They a few meters ahead of him, heading in the other direction, he yelled and accurately threw the knife in his right arm, it struck the kobold in the back of the head. Such a quick and powerful throw would have surely killed the thing. Reeve did the same with his left arm, aiming this time at the second one, agin throwing the knife. This time the knife struck the kobold in the right leg, simply restricting movement. Reeve stood from his crouched position and quickly moved forward, he took the two knives from each thigh and set his sights on four more kobolds, who had turned their sights on him. Reeve chuckled, two of the lizard like things leapt at him, but they were quite a distance away so Reeve simply threw the knives quickly as they landed a meter away. The accurate throws killed both of the kobolds, none of them so far have had the chance to use their spears. Reeve drew his swords and set his sights on the last two kobolds.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Liara bristles. She's still ready for a fight. Though sentient, she believes it to still be an animal. Animals are predictable, much unlike humans or other such races... but that doesn't make them less dangerous. Liara cuts right to the end of the line of questions a subtle person would ask; "What do you want from us?" she asks, believing if it's sentient, it had another motive. Other wise... why didn't it attack the orcs earlier, even before the party arrived? Surely the didn't share territory.


Party 2


The Kobolds stand near to each other, spears pointed out defensively to make a small wall of stabbing potential. They're yipping and shouting, while backing up slowly. Calling for back up from their kin.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

"Is it such a crime to help a band of travelers?" Ozhr asked, he took to circling the woman slowly, limping slightly. His eyes looked her over checking her power, her equipment. He sniffed deeply catching her scent, alcohol. She didn't look like a drinker so she might have come from a place of alcohol.

 

[Dendyne]

(( lol it's been awhile since i've done any writing, still getting into my stride don't you worry.. i'll try to keep in mind the Devil's in the details too, speaking of which the shaman is dead right? ))


Party 1


The tiefling barely stood leaning on his spear, still goring the fallen Orc through to the ground, to regain his composure while Lilara spoke with the beast that had come to their aid. His head throbbed and blood was starting to get into his jet black eyes, he wiped it away sloppily smearing it across his forehead and twisted horns, his leg was aching too and Connor only had a single healing cantrip at his disposal. Turning around he sat on the now dead Orc and gripped his spear tightly in his hand while taking hold of what was left of the arrow in his shin with his off-hand, one big breath in and he yanked hard.


Connor gasped then grimaced at the arrow's stubbornness before taking another few deep breaths and giving it another pull with all the strength he could muster, it gave after a moment with a squirt of dark blood. Throwing away the bloody shaft of petrified wood he leaned down to cast his second last spell, stitching the fractured parts of his shin together as best he could and sealing the wound, figuring he would last longer on two legs and blood in his eyes than the other way around.


Grabbing his spear in both hands now and pulled himself upright to put some weight on his newly healed leg, he hop-stepped slightly taking it easy at first since it ached when he put too much on too fast, but he could walk. Albeit with a hobble but he felt a little better without the arrow digging in his flesh, he tested out his gait by making the short distance to stand with Lilara should she need him against the huge cat.


"Whatever your reasons, you have my thanks.." Connor tightened his grip on his battered spear as the Smilodon began circling around with his own hobble,


"I take it you expect us indebted to you?" he said slowly poising himself to strike.


"It might be best to back off now and head to the prison camp.. I'll follow your lead whatever you decide, Lilara," Connor wiped the blood from his eyes again, his adrenaline was kicking in again and to be completely honest he had always wanted to take on the challenge of a Smilodon.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve spun his swords as he slowly, but menacingly stepped towards the two defensive kobolds. Two spears outstretched, could be dangerous. Reeve grabbed the two knives from the bodies of the two kobolds he had killed, their blood dripped onto the ground and dripped from the knives. He sheathed the knives and stopped in his tracks staring at the two kobolds. Tilting his head to one side slightly, he heard a Yelp from behind him as the kobold with the knife in its leg tried to move. He chuckled again and took up a fighting stance, slowly making his way against to the two kobolds, who stood their ground.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr stopped and growled at the teifling. His large canines still drenched in blood. "I didn't have to come and help, I could have left the Orc to slice one of you to ribbons. Though I ask for nothing in return." He responded, he grimaced at the pain in his shoulder.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


"The prisoners should be kept in a cave, somewhere inside the village." Liara says, starting up the hill. But remembering Connor's injury, she turns around. "Can druids heal themselves?" Liara can't be dragging him along with his leg wounded slow. It'd slow them down too much. And she would make sure she had no other choices. Healing spells, if not that, a potion of mending, and the last resort; a Paladin's miracle. She'd rather not use such a powerful magic, that's limited to a short few casts a day.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr looked off towards the direction that the woman did. He thought for a moment.


"A rescue mission huh." He said, he laid down licking his own wound. The incision wasn't deep but it was long, running along nearly the entire length of his shoulder.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


"I see, well again you have my thanks then," Connor nodded at the bloodied creature bringing his spear's point up and putting the butte into the ground, he used his weapon as a walking stick so he could keep up with Lilara.


"We can for the most part, just not always that effectively.. I couldn't completely meld the fractures in my leg and it aches to stand on but I can walk, maybe keep a good pace for a little while," The druid had underestimated how fast and deftly the Orc would use their weapons not thinking they would get to touch him let alone snipe him down and beat his head like a gong. It still thumped like a heart beat but he wasn't going into shock which was a significant plus.


"You uh.. aren't here to eat the nobles, are you?" Connor questioned the beast lapping at it's shoulder wound, he was half-joking but it wouldn't be the craziest way of taking out a dignitary that he had read of.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr chuckled lightly. "I don't eat people, only other animals. You don't have to worry about that." He said going back to licking his shoulder.

 

[Remmock]

Myrrl was more than glad for that exchange, digging around in a pouch at his side before extracting the coin he had requested. The large hands set the coin on the table, then grasped hold of the large plate of meat as if it were more valuable than any coin. "Thanks," he said. It didn't matter to him that he said that exact same thing moments ago, nor that he had gotten the meat raw instead of rare. He was hungry, and so he moved down away from the others to sit at the end of the bar.


Sitting down, Myrrl took to removing his gauntlets and helmet, setting them aside with a speed and precision that suggested he did it that way every time. Bare hands than grabbed for the raw meat, which he took to with gusto. Pearly white teeth tore into the raw meat, rending it easily while the greasy flesh left moisture smeared across his fingers. At the speed he ate, one would have imagined that he would have been done quickly, yet the sheer volume of meat was what slowed him down. He seemed oblivious to the notion that he was being watched, and as he finished he took hold of a chicken bone and snapped it in half.


The Gnoll then picked between his teeth with the half a piece of bone, scraping away what was left over until they had nothing upon them. "Bartender," he'd finally utter. "Firewater. Strong. Please." The edge in his eyes, the keen animal ferocity that had been aimed at the various patrons, was now dulled. He drew out another coin, uttering one more instruction. "Bottle."

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"Rum, whiskey, beer? We've got plenty of things that could be called firewater here."


Party 1


Liral thinks about it for a moment. She decides that it'll just have to do for now. "Come now, I'm sure we'll find more of our foe and our goal inside of the cave." Liara leads their path in to the Orcs tent village. They're all unoccupied, all thanks to the battle and that the prisoners needed to be guarded. The Orcs have many possessions, and none of them frivolous. Even Orcs need to collect gold to trade with other tribes, and the goodly races on the rare occasions the two sides can come to terms, if for a short while. It'd be a good source of extra bounty from this quest, when they have the time for it.


Party 2


One yips to the other, and they clutch their spears tighter. As one they lunge their spears out for Reeves midsection. Although weak, Kobolds are quick little creatures and good at aiming their little spears. The yipping in the distance gets louder. One set of the kobold voices are confidant, and getting closer to Reeve. Another pack further in the warehouse seem to be in a panic, and fleeing.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr follows the group, glancing in and around the tents. His prideful posture is only broken by his limp. "I can't smell farther into the camp. Too much smoke." He says, looking forward. The smilodon's ear swivel around him, trying to detect anything that could be hostile. He walks behind Connor and Liara.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


Connor shrugged since he couldn't disagree with Lilara, aslong as the beast played nice there should be no problems, so he hobbled after the Paladin up into the Orc's tent camp with the Smilodon close behind.


"Some good stuff here.." Connor commented eyeing a small pile of gold topped off by a small fire opal statue of a dragon in an abandoned tent, others were ablaze due to some Orc's hasty escape kicking some burning timber from the fire pit but most were largely untouched.


"You know, aside from almost dying and feeling like my head is already caved in, this is kind of fun," he said smiling stupidly.