Say, in the event of our character's demise, should we spawn a new one, wait or arrange for them to be somehow resurrected, spawn a new character to arrange for them to be resurrected or none of these?
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Khri'zhatt leapt aside, and downward, to elude the projectile the orc flung at him, but was not quite swift enough. While he was able to prevent the hook from latching upon his body, it grazed against the side of his bulging abdomen, leaving in its wake a gash seeping with a foul black ichor. The latter's scarcely endurable stench offered a positive reply to the implicit question of whether the tavern's conditions could grow any worse by this point. "Gr-reh! You pile of rotted weed! Do you know how long it takes for fur to grow over scars?" he hissed as he hastily scampered behind an overturned table. Curses, he could not lift one of his central legs properly. This was quite enough. He raised his misshapen head upward and let loose a horrendous, nightmarish, headache-inducing screech which somehow reverberated from the wooden walls and burst out of the demolished door in a blast of sonic offence against anything capable of hearing sounds.
A commotion was heard from the direction of the stable. Horses neighed in fear, something cried out and was abruptly interrupted by a crunching sound, then a section of the wall collapsed as a massive insectoid form unconcernedly lumbered directly through it. The towering monstrosity snapped its frighteningly large mandibles, briefly waved its feelers toward the headless corpse and gazed at its master as interrogatively as it could manage. "Get that one, Thrik, and you can have the elf as well!" Khri'zhatt commanded, pointing at the aggressor; whereupon the beast slowly, yet menacingly began to advance upon the latter, its claws outstretched.
Khri'zhatt meanwhile turned toward the few patrons who had not yet fled the inn precipitously, probably being accustomed to such events. He produced from his pouch a calculatedly small handful of gems, whose glistening, however, concelaed their scarce numbers at a sufficient distance. "See these? They're for whomever brings me the orc in small pieces" he called out, adding "Smash green git and take shiny. Get it?" for the more intoxicated or naturally dim. He then began to wave about his claws sinisterly, preparing to unleash new calamities onto the head of this newfound foe of spiders.
A commotion was heard from the direction of the stable. Horses neighed in fear, something cried out and was abruptly interrupted by a crunching sound, then a section of the wall collapsed as a massive insectoid form unconcernedly lumbered directly through it. The towering monstrosity snapped its frighteningly large mandibles, briefly waved its feelers toward the headless corpse and gazed at its master as interrogatively as it could manage. "Get that one, Thrik, and you can have the elf as well!" Khri'zhatt commanded, pointing at the aggressor; whereupon the beast slowly, yet menacingly began to advance upon the latter, its claws outstretched.
Khri'zhatt meanwhile turned toward the few patrons who had not yet fled the inn precipitously, probably being accustomed to such events. He produced from his pouch a calculatedly small handful of gems, whose glistening, however, concelaed their scarce numbers at a sufficient distance. "See these? They're for whomever brings me the orc in small pieces" he called out, adding "Smash green git and take shiny. Get it?" for the more intoxicated or naturally dim. He then began to wave about his claws sinisterly, preparing to unleash new calamities onto the head of this newfound foe of spiders.
'Tis high time for The Amazing Spider-Man (even though he does not remotely resemble a man) to save the day with some helpful(?) clarification.
All of a sudden, the orc had emerged from his ale-induced torpor, and, bellowing some sort of uncouth war-cry against spiderkind - But Neogi are not really - ah, whatever. No one ever listens, anyway. Khri'zhatt mentally checked himself - had assailed him with whatever came into his hands. Dodging the mug tossed at him with the deftness of the most tenacious of house-pests, Khri'zhatt leapt out of the orc's reach even as Stride heroically intercepted a blow which would have neatly cloven the arachnoid in half, and, having hopped for a few instants over furniture, walls and terrified bystanders, finally came to rest upon the ceiling. There he dangled upside-down at a safe distance from the orc, who seemed to have recovered what little sense he had, and twisted his neck at a hideous angle in order to maintain a view of the scene which did not induce unbearable headaches.
"Oh shit I just killed the smartest guy in our group!"
"That might have been true had all of this happened some minutes ago" Khri'zhatt retorted from above, "However, now that I am part of said group, your statement is quite far from the truth. Then again, had this fellow not sacrificed his neck's integrity for the greater good which is my survival, you would have been perfectly right..." He turned his attention upon the newly arrived goblin. "Ah, I see our numbers recover just as fast as we are able to thin them. Perfect. I can assure you..." Here he skittered to a spot directly above the goblin, disturbingly examined him at close quarters for some moments, then swiftly withdrew to a safe distance from the table. "...that I did not crawl, at least this time, from a hole any deeper than that cellar. Regarding the quest, I understood we are supposed to recover some sort of artifact, but he -" here he pointed at the decapitated corpse, "- was the one who knew the specifics. Unless you have, among that walking scrapyard you have with yourself, some machine which can make him speak, or we can find a necromancer, I seriously doubt we shall ever get any further than this."
"Oh shit I just killed the smartest guy in our group!"
"That might have been true had all of this happened some minutes ago" Khri'zhatt retorted from above, "However, now that I am part of said group, your statement is quite far from the truth. Then again, had this fellow not sacrificed his neck's integrity for the greater good which is my survival, you would have been perfectly right..." He turned his attention upon the newly arrived goblin. "Ah, I see our numbers recover just as fast as we are able to thin them. Perfect. I can assure you..." Here he skittered to a spot directly above the goblin, disturbingly examined him at close quarters for some moments, then swiftly withdrew to a safe distance from the table. "...that I did not crawl, at least this time, from a hole any deeper than that cellar. Regarding the quest, I understood we are supposed to recover some sort of artifact, but he -" here he pointed at the decapitated corpse, "- was the one who knew the specifics. Unless you have, among that walking scrapyard you have with yourself, some machine which can make him speak, or we can find a necromancer, I seriously doubt we shall ever get any further than this."
My apologies for the lack of responses. I underwent some unexpected connectivity troubles (a certain whiskered, untrustworthy innkeeper is to blame). Is there still time for me to join at this point?
And here I am! Apologies for the sudden absence - I truly should have known better than to trust an innkeeper... Damnantion, it seems I missed all the fun.
Now this truly is something intriguing. Consider me interested.
"Did I ever imply I had a mind to kill you? How tactless of me. By any means, I trust these measures you mentioned will not be necessary, if our task is as simple and lucrative as you describe it." Khri'zhatt nodded, or perhaps flexed his neck a few times. This Stride apparently knew what to expect from someone encountered by chance in a tavern. Then again, he had yet to see whether he was just as experienced at wandering in the open lands without. The orc, who had been strangely quiet for one of his race - those he had encountered during his travels would, by this point, have not only joined the conversation, but probably begun flinging furniture about - was seemingly growing ever more restless. Perhaps this was a "civilised" city orc, who began yelling only after he had begun a brawl.
Ah, here were some details on his prospective companions' prowess. Stride claimed to be a mage; though why would a mage need enough weapons to equip a small army? Either it was an attempt at appearing imposing, or, being unable to perform any actual spells, he would use that load as an excuse for his inactivity. Still, it was worth keeping an eye or two on him, just in case he would actually summon something. The orc apparently disposed of some large beast. In all likelihood, the creature would be slow and clumsy, and less dangerous than its rider. An ogre paladin? That was probably some sort of joke. Well, the ogre could probably be relegated to one and the same threat level with Grox's beast.
"My own skills, you ask?" This was a dilemma. If he were to exaggerate his abilities, his companions might be intimidated enough to be dissuaded from making any attempt agains him, and, by inflating his theoretical usefulness, he could lay claim to a greater share of the reward (after all, it was only near limitless...); then again, by concealing some of his skills, surprise would be on his side in a dire extremity. He resolved to adopt a compromise, blurring his words with vagueness. "There is a respectable umber hulk in yonder stable, and I can put it to good use. I can spit out some magic, as well, in more than one way. Ah, and if you need to make someone, say, a witness, disappear, I am the best you can find for the job."
Ah, here were some details on his prospective companions' prowess. Stride claimed to be a mage; though why would a mage need enough weapons to equip a small army? Either it was an attempt at appearing imposing, or, being unable to perform any actual spells, he would use that load as an excuse for his inactivity. Still, it was worth keeping an eye or two on him, just in case he would actually summon something. The orc apparently disposed of some large beast. In all likelihood, the creature would be slow and clumsy, and less dangerous than its rider. An ogre paladin? That was probably some sort of joke. Well, the ogre could probably be relegated to one and the same threat level with Grox's beast.
"My own skills, you ask?" This was a dilemma. If he were to exaggerate his abilities, his companions might be intimidated enough to be dissuaded from making any attempt agains him, and, by inflating his theoretical usefulness, he could lay claim to a greater share of the reward (after all, it was only near limitless...); then again, by concealing some of his skills, surprise would be on his side in a dire extremity. He resolved to adopt a compromise, blurring his words with vagueness. "There is a respectable umber hulk in yonder stable, and I can put it to good use. I can spit out some magic, as well, in more than one way. Ah, and if you need to make someone, say, a witness, disappear, I am the best you can find for the job."
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And he has a beard. Actually, whether he also has a skull is a curious anatomical quandary. Shall we find out? (No.)
And he has a beard. Actually, whether he also has a skull is a curious anatomical quandary. Shall we find out? (No.)
"Local authorities? Are there still any left?" Khri'zhatt eyed the elf (human? Whatever it was. "Stride" would do for the moment. He did not, after all, drink saliva. Good, good) curiously, his horrid head swaying atop his eel-like glabrous neck similarly to that of a slightly intoxicated snake, "That would do just fine. I have not had any proper breakfast yet. But we could leave that for another time. You mentioned a job, did you?" The large arachnoid's eyes - all of them - glimmered rapaciously. The presence of the words "reward" and "limitless" in a single sentence had, foreseeably, not failed to capture his attention.
He pondered his position. Despite having spent the last week and a half accosting various patrons of the inn offering his services, he did not dispose of any - stock, should we say, just at present, planning as he did to strike up a contract as a provider or, if the customer was gullible enough, obtain a conspicuous advance payment and disappear. However, thus far he had not had any success, and his patience was wearing thin. There was no monster-market to speak of here, and besides there was the constant threat of being spotted by some Neogi caravan, rare though these were, recognised as a rogue and forced to ingest one of their vile breeding brews. In brief, his stay in the city was unprofitable, unproductive and uncomfortable. And there always was the doubt of whether Thrik was being fed well enough. If not else, these purported mercenaries would offer some diversion.
"Who you are does not matter that much as long as this reward you speak of is truly almost limitless." Ah, these words again... Effectively, it did not matter at all who these fellows were, as long as he could be certain he would be able to subdue them were the necessity to arise. The orc did already not seem entirely confident. Excellent. "Consider me interested. What does this assignment you have involve, exactly?"
He pondered his position. Despite having spent the last week and a half accosting various patrons of the inn offering his services, he did not dispose of any - stock, should we say, just at present, planning as he did to strike up a contract as a provider or, if the customer was gullible enough, obtain a conspicuous advance payment and disappear. However, thus far he had not had any success, and his patience was wearing thin. There was no monster-market to speak of here, and besides there was the constant threat of being spotted by some Neogi caravan, rare though these were, recognised as a rogue and forced to ingest one of their vile breeding brews. In brief, his stay in the city was unprofitable, unproductive and uncomfortable. And there always was the doubt of whether Thrik was being fed well enough. If not else, these purported mercenaries would offer some diversion.
"Who you are does not matter that much as long as this reward you speak of is truly almost limitless." Ah, these words again... Effectively, it did not matter at all who these fellows were, as long as he could be certain he would be able to subdue them were the necessity to arise. The orc did already not seem entirely confident. Excellent. "Consider me interested. What does this assignment you have involve, exactly?"
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