Expedition - Foxy: Bounty On The Goblin HQ - 02 June 2021

[Dram]

Baxtaw- Thanks Clay. Thank you for your gods healing grace friend. Baxtaw follows behind foxy to meet the dwarves.

[onlyme]

Halfpint looks somewhat confused by their conversation, not quite understanding the horn call's effect.

We were unfortunate not to be able to recruit such honored folks to travel with us, my friend. Perhaps we can help each other. Remove the goblins and find your brethren?

[Marullus]

Holding for at least Foxy (who rode forward and inserted as leader) and Clay (who's actions govern the horn they seek) to input. Grizzly, are you back yet?

[Stirling]

Foxy O'Hare

"I have never heard of Jarkul. You will have to forgive my ignorance, Thundred son of Thanrir. Most of us are new in this land and come northwards from over the mountains. I am Fochelle, daughter of guildmaster De Coulthard, of the house of Enniskillen. (Foxy makes a little formal bow) Gaul and perhaps too the enclave of Idmi' is under threat from goblin raiders and a mage cult which controls them. There were some dwarves who fought with us but we have rested since. perhaps they seek the same goal as ours. Would you track with us to this goblin lair?"

[Rusty Tincanne]

Holding for at least Foxy (who rode forward and inserted as leader) and Clay (who's actions govern the horn they seek) to input. Grizzly, are you back yet?

Sorry about that. Per your description, I thought Clay had stayed behind at the campsite and was fine with that. I'll let the others decide how they react to us.

Troubled by his mixed emotions, Clay sits and meditates as the others approach the company of dwarfs. He prays to Beith for resolution of his feelings and, recalling the struggles that led to gaining possession of it, he realizes he deeply covets the magical horn. If they have, indeed, come for it, he wonders if he can give it up to establish improved relations between himself and the dwarfs. No. He would want compensation...

[Marullus]

Dwarven convincing [4d6] = 18

Thundred makes a chuffing noise, a disgruntled unease going through the host behind him. "A glib tongue, and marked by the Gods as a liar. Yes, I hear the tales of the your mage cult and the goblins. Are you not the Flame of the North, spoken of in them? We heard these songs and tales. Do you lie to me as easily as water rolls over stone?" He issues a command to his men, five of them closing behind him while ten fan off and continuing around Foxy and her vanguard, walking towards the campsite in the grove beyond. He turns pointedly from Foxy and turns to Halfpint. "One who lies has something to hide. She dishonors me and you. Tell me, friend-of-dwarves, what is true?"

Date: 9:20pm, 03 June 2021
Light: Sun (sunset at 9:53), Campfire in grove
Distance: None today
Spell effects: None
Injuries: Baxtaw (mild injury), Cardan (mild injury), Clay (mild injury)

(I am fine with Clay hanging back, but since he's key to the dwarf-side of the encounter, I do want a post from him each move. )

[Rusty Tincanne]

Clay stirs from his meditation when Kelso calls down that the dwarfs appear to be taking a tactical position after Ms. O'Hare spoke. He shakes his head. Ms. O'Hare can have that effect on people, he muses.

Kelso, can you hear what are they talking about? We should invite them for dinner, probably. Clay rises and dusts off his clothes, preparing to head out and join the others.

wont get there yet, though. I like watching Foxy irritate NPCs.

[Stirling]

Foxy O'Hare

Foxy takes out a pocket knife and cuts a lock of her braided ginger-carrot flamed hair. She throws it to Thundred
by his feet.

"I have heard no tavern tales and have listened in vain for the saga's that were sung of the brave deeds of Thundred, seed of Thyrren. Let me add colour to your beard for it grows old and grey with the words your babble through them. If I am this 'Flame of the North' then you will know my course. I have set my face as true as dwarven flint and will not be dissuaded come hell or high water. Death and glory awaits us in the halls of the goblin king. If you wish, follow us and Bluebelles' horseshoes, for no Dukes' guard neither church Templar has trodden the path we furrow. Perhaps the wind will carry the battle cries of Jarkuls' heirs to your ears lest you come late to the battle once more."

Having been formerly polite and gracious, Foxy has no time to trade further insults with this surly dwarf and mounts upon her horse.

[onlyme]

Halfpint looks aghast at Foxy's words. Her embarrassment shows to any who gazes upon her.

She answers the dwarves.
Good friends. I do not understand much of what is happening. Other than watching some pixies back home with their magic tricks, I am green to some of the things we are seeing. I left home only a few months ago.
As we were journeying, we came across many wolves, ready to attack us. While I was swinging my sword against one, I heard a loud noise, and all of a sudden several of your kind just appeared. They helped fight the wolves and then quickly disappeared. How grateful I was to see such heroes, but I didnt get a chance to thanks them. They just, well, vanished. I guess they were, like you, looking for something in the area. Perhaps we dine and discuss whether you might be willing to go with us, if we can also help you? There is plenty of evil creatures in the area, and I would personally be honored to know I helped clean it up. And even more so, to fight along side such gloried folks.

[Rusty Tincanne]

Marullus, your notes indicate Able and Jeevan are injured still. They should be all healed up now.

[Dram]

Baxtaw- Watches the two as they trade insults. Then hearing Foxy pick on the dwarves beard. Lets be civil. We seek the same foe. As for her being called the "Flame of the North" We have heard to such tales. We were in Gaul only a short time before setting back out to clear this land of the Magic weilding Goblins. Baxtaw turns to Foxy. Ms Ohare you should apologize for insulting our new friends majestic beard.

[Marullus]

[4d6] = 22 CHA

Foxy insults the dwarf's beard while Halfpint and Baxtaw try to backpedal the interaction, but it is too late. Thundred sputters, too focused on the insult to hear them. He steps forward and raises his voice while two of his companions grab Bluebelle's reins, "Foxy, or Fochelle, whichever you are, you challenge my honor and I demand satisfaction. Dismount and face me." The other dwarves, however, listen to Halfpint with consternation and earnest interest.

Meanwhile, the other ten dwarves crest the ridge and approach the campsite. They look unfriendly and their tone is now curt as they call ahead, "Come down! What have you from our dwarven kin?"

Date: 9:30pm, 03 June 2021
Light: Sun (sunset at 9:53), Campfire in grove
Distance: None today
Spell effects: None
Injuries: Baxtaw (mild injury), Cardan (mild injury), Clay (mild injury)

[Stirling]

Fochelle de Coulthard

Foxy, turns Bluebelle to free herself from the dwarves grabbing the reins.

"Unhand my horse Sirs, or your foreheads shall also be indelibly marked, with a f%$king great U from these horseshoes trampling yer f*@king brains out!"

She turns Bluebelle in a circle and trots a few paces towards Thundred.

"Many men would like satisfaction from me but I leave them all to sport by themselves. I will not play your games. How dare you threaten young maidens on the Dukes' plain, raise your hand to try and lay hold of me and Blackhelms' seed will fall to the ground here and now and not grow to fruition."

Foxy will rest her hand on the hilt of her scimitar and glare unlady like at the dwarf below her. If they continue to grab and restrain the horse or attempt to pull her down... I guess we move to initiative....

[Marullus]

Yep, move to initiative...
If anyone joins Foxy's side of the combat, please speak up.

[onlyme]

Halfpint looks to protect her hard earned (good die roll) friendly terms with the dwarves.

Halfpint gasps in shock at the unladylike mannerisms from Foxy. She quickly asks the "other dwarves" if there is anything they can do to prevent this from becoming a battle to the death. Then, she calls out to Foxy.

"Please reconsider your words. They do us no harm. And they are as good and brave and worthy as any of us. You do not need to fight your way out of every encounter. I'm sure if you step away, that perhaps Thundred will respond in kind. And then we can work together to defeat the real enemy. Those goblins.
Please?"

[Stirling]

Foxy O'Hare


Foxy has no intention of giving him satisfaction, in whatever form he demands. She tries to turn the horse but the grip of the hefty dwarves pulls the reins back. Bluebellle agitates from being grabbed and bucks a little, just like a frisky mare being broken in once again.

Initiative [1d6] = 1

Foxy quiets the horse and brings her to a standstill. Hand moving away from the hilt of the scimitar she passively folds her arms."What the f*%k is it that you want? Thickhead , Son of Thyrren? You dishonour yourself with your foolish words and bullying tactics. If you force me to dismount and take up your challenge, after I best you and shave off your beard, (never mind shaving off your head perhaps too!), what honour do I gain? Will your men serve as my retainers to carry my pennons and lance towards the Goblin HQ and storm their halls of stone? Or will you just seek to harass and perpetuate further assaults on the Duke's posse?"

[onlyme]

Halfpint steps away from Foxy, sensing a dual (or a massacre) is about to commence.

"Why must you ask for trouble? We came with you to clear the land of these evil goblins. Not to fight our friends.

[Marullus]

Will hold for Baxtaw, Clay, and Grizzly. Baxtaw is at Foxy with five dwarves, Clay is at the campsite with ten dwarves. Grizzly is undeclared, I think. The NPCs are looking to follow the lead of whomever is with them at camp.

[Stirling]

"Why must you ask for trouble?

I think you should ask the dwarf that...Foxy greeted him cordially enough and then got accused of lying to him and was then insulted and is now being threatened.

Not to fight our friends

...? Thundred has acted Neutrally Thick since we got here...

[Marullus]

I am going to cut this off here. Please, no OOC arguing over IC Actions. If you want to dispute Half-pint's comments to Foxy, then Foxy needs to do it IC.