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Current AN' DERE AIN'T NO SUCH FING AS ENUFF DAKKA, YA GROT! Enuff'z more than ya got an' less than too much an' there ain't no such fing as too much dakka. Say dere is, and me Squiggoff'z eatin' tonight!
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2 mos ago
So, right! Am back from my weekend excursion! Back to business as usual.
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2 mos ago
I'll be on a cottage over the weekend. Will be back on Sunday!
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4 mos ago
The Wi-Fi on this ship is way worse than I believed. Will not be able to contribute much until Tuesday.
4 mos ago
Game Jam incoming! Will be creating a video game over the weekend, likely to mean I won't be posting much.
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The fate of Brannor's final shot would never be known to the adventurers, for both it and the man it had been shot after quickly vanished into the lengthy plantlife of the plains. Now that the fight was over, it was surprisingly tranquil here. Few sounds by small wildlife, some crackling from the already dying fire and no other signs of the cult than the pile of weapons the man of the wilds set out to inspect.

To his dismay, there did not seem to be anything important among the steel. Two scimitars and an equal amount of shortswords, all surprisingly well kept as well as a single shortbow and a quiver with seventeen arrows remaining. They would next turn their attention to the one briefly captured man, noting that he had been wearing simple leather armour with merely a few pieces of cloth tugged into some pockets, all of it ragged, none bloodied. Few carried a smell of oil. Past that there laid a couple of pouches next to his current position, right where the people had been sitting earlier. The contents of these pouches equalled, totalled together, twenty-eight coins of silver.

Orchid's interest had been on the bird they had been roasting, and unfortunately for him the hirelings of the cult had not been the greatest of chefs out there: While some of the surface flesh was charred, a fair deal of it was also undercooked. These people were not used to cooking fowl, it seemed. Yet the question of the green barely clothed man could not have been more on point: What would they be up to now?


@Lucius Cypher@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Norschtalen@Gordian Nought@Ryonara
I want to post. I can't post. I need to know what Skall does. I also need to know if Vensor got any reply at the campfire, though with Skall's (apparent) attention span, that is unlikely. @Kassarock, do you have any ETA for your post so I can stop torturing myself with the constant refreshing?
Hello new fellow! Welcome to the guild!
Dyn did not like it when Jill disappeared like that, especially not after they had concluded that they were being stalked by an unidentified opponent, but he would not say a word. No, he would give the captain the opportunity to find out what was going on. It was a risk, but it was a risk she had judged had to be taken. He would trust her, though he did not want to trust that call. No, no, he did not like that at all. He made a mental note to always prepare the incantation of See Invisibility in the future. He needed to know. Wild cards were too wild for him. But with her disappearance, he truly was the leading figure here. "Let's move on. If we are being followed, no reason to cause more suspicion."

After a while of moving on, the water behind them bubbled to life and he spun around, Tradewind already at the ready. As luck would have it, the new arrivals were but Jill and someone he would count as this stalker. He was already prepared to dash at them to thrust the cutlass through the person's ribcage when the true captain's words quelled his anger, if only by a slight margin. "A friend?" he asked with his gargling common and swam closer, forming a rather closely knit triangle with him, the newcomer and Jill as the edges and the vertices as short as he could make them. Of his seven non-eyepatch covered eyes, four or five were focused on judging the character of this fresh arrival at all times, while the rest kept watch on his surroundings.

"Sauron, hmm? Dyn'yer'zhead. Share with me, traveller, what had you thinking it was a particularly excellent idea to send shadowy stalkers at us? A poor first impression, I'll tell you", he laid on the newcomer with dripping, unconcealed venom of scorn garnishing every word. Were it Koan talking (or if she was paying attention) puddles of illusory acid would appear in the air to drive the point further. Had he known what rules Jill had laid out for the newcomer, he would have perhaps chosen his words differently, but even now they should hint that they were dangerously close to crossing the line with rule #2. Dyn didn't really like them.

You only get a first impression once. And all things considered, the one this poor sap had provided had not won them any favours with the many eyed would-be-captain.
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Do you have some blunt arrows for better impact?

I wish I had.
If Skall or Hector cast Berserker's Call-

Even Sjara will connect the dots about using arrows against skeleton zombies equating to an unwise tactic. Time to pull out my sword unless together in unison with Vensor we can shoot a rope arrow or something.

An ordinary hunting bow maybe. A war bow strong enough to punch through armour is bound to do some work through sheer force of impact alone, no? Time to take a shot at it! ...assuming I don't have to use my shield and axe instead.
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You mean he isn't Green Arrow or Hawkeye?

Tape a knife on that bow and get freaky.

While he has trained with the war bow for his life, he is not dumb. There are weapons for hitting and weapons for shooting. Unless you happen to be a particularly stubborn individual, in which case anything longer than your hand is for hitting. Sometimes hitting from a few metres away by flinging the thing too. But that he is not.
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Oh man, I'm excited to see your post after watching your LP!


Well isn't that good to hear!
Kinda tempted to pull a Leeroy Jenkins on this one...

Tell me what conclusion you come to. Vensor will act accordingly. He wants to use his bow, but can't if he is a frontliner with Hector.
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