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Greyleaf The token elf watched from sidelines, bemused and amused. He had wanted to get in few quick quips, but decided that annoying their employer more was not in his best interests. For all he knows the sealed letter might just be instructions for the guards to seize their trophy and turn them back into the quarantine zone. I dont have anything to say, i'll just radiate 'being an elf' in the sidelines
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Aug 16, 2017 20:54
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Greyleaf Greyleaf frowned at the sight of the tower's archers. He figured that a last line of defence between civilization and a cursed swamp would be well stocked, but it seems it was mostly peasant weekend warriors. Getting a Mask (0.5gc), Kettle (1.5gc), Shortbow (7gc), Arrows (1gc), 2 weeks of Rations.
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Aug 17, 2017 23:42
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Greyleaf "Ughh, undead. Better shape up or we'll join them. " the elf curses, while quickly drawing his peasant-made shortbow, which makes an unnerving crack as pulls on the string. He takes careful aim at the dangerous looking dead ones at the back, but the shot goes wide. Quick Drawing a bow, using an Aim and a Standard Attacking a Wight, biggest mob is best mob Roll Ini: 1d10+5 12 BS test vs 63 to hit anyone, 43 to hit Wight (53 + 10 from aim): 1d100 56 Missed Wight, hitting skele or zamboni, in body Bow damage: 1d10+3 12 pre:| WS | BS | S | T | Ag | Int | WP | Fel | | 46 | 40 | 36 | 31 | 53 | 30 | 35 | 22 | | A | W | M | FP | | 2 | 10/10 | 5 | 2/2 | Armour: Medium (3) Name Range Damage Reload Special Hand Weapon Melee SB Shortbow 16/31 3 Half Skills: Talents: Disarm, Quick Draw, Strike to Injure (+1 to Crit rolls) Strike to Stun (May attempt Stun on melee hit)
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Greyleaf "I'm fecking gobsmacked, they have worse bows than I do." The elf then flashily pulls on his finest fenceplank-and-old-belt crafted short bow and.. drops his first arrow into the mud. He quickly employs his elven reflexes and restrings another before anyone sees it. The next arrow flies true and embeds itself in a Wight. I have been told there arent any wights left. I stand by what i wrote. Forgot to reload, subtract Aim, replace with "actually reloading the bow", does not affect success. Actual TN 33 / 53 BS test vs 63 to hit anyone, 43 to hit Wight (53 + 10 from aim): 1d100 74 Fail, Fortune Pointing BS test vs 63 to hit anyone, 43 to hit Wight (53 + 10 from aim) PART 3: 1d100 32 Okay Hitting an enemy in all the Wight places. Right Arm, to be specific. Bow damage #2: 1d10+3 11 pre:| WS | BS | S | T | Ag | Int | WP | Fel | | 46 | 40 | 36 | 31 | 53 | 30 | 35 | 22 | | A | W | M | FP | | 2 | 10/10 | 5 | 1/2 | Armour: Medium (3) Name Range Damage Reload Special Hand Weapon Melee SB Shortbow 16/31 3 Half Skills: Talents: Disarm, Quick Draw, Strike to Injure (+1 to Crit rolls) Strike to Stun (May attempt Stun on melee hit) Sormus fucked around with this message at 00:00 on Aug 22, 2017 |
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Aug 21, 2017 23:37
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Greyleaf "What are we? Scared of some little glowing magical symbols on an eldritch sword are we?" the Elf mockingly interjects. "Let us just see how bloody dangerous these are?!" Greyleaf boasts and starts licking a wight's sword Not the actual cutting blade, just like the flat.
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Aug 24, 2017 16:37
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Greyleaf Greyleaf saunters over to the craftsman, wondering why a man would use guts to tie up his shoes but the ways of the Men are beyond the comprehension of the civilized Elf. "Salutations, Noble craftsman, I see that you are clearly the person to go to in this fine, quaint, community" he greets the person tying tree bark and entrails together. Not getting much of a reaction, he changes tactics. "Hey, Im talkin' to you. Whos the boss of your group of poo poo-heels here?"
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Aug 26, 2017 20:10
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Greyleaf "Well, thank you so much for time. We'll let you go back to your shoemaking" Greyelf grimaces, looking at the guts randomly spilling from between bits of bark. "Frogwives then?"
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Aug 29, 2017 16:11
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Greyleaf "Before we kill everyone, burn their houses and salt the earth. Should we ask them if they've seen the LeBeau person?"
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Aug 31, 2017 12:29
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Greyleaf "I have a sneaking suspicion all the houses have frog skin wallpaper. I would appreciate if someone of you told me if I was right tomorrow. I'll.. go sleep in the trees or whatever you think elves do"
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Aug 31, 2017 21:19
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Greyleaf The elf carefully examines the apple given and takes a large bite out of it. He appears to savor the taste as he chews the unique texture. "Oh my word, this is just the most delicious apple I have ever tasted. he beams. "Gents, I do believe you really need to give them a try."
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Aug 31, 2017 21:52
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Greyleaf The elf casually swipes some handfuls of these delicious apples that the uncultured companions of his had thrown away. He carefully double wraps them in his bag, making sure they dont touch any of his actual foodstuffs. "Sure, lets go kill that swine. I'm sure that town can't be any worse than.. this place is"
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Sep 9, 2017 05:17
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Greyleaf "Surely it can be both?"
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Greyleaf The elf had been sticking to the sidelines, trying to find a good way to secretly feed some apples to the pig. He mouseys over to the pen, crouches down and appears to theatrically rummage through his backpack. "I am so so sorry that our Nobles are causing you fine men such grief." He blathers while inserting swamp apples into a bag of daily rations. "You see the other village people were such massive assholes to us." He finds the most worn out, hole-riddled bag he has, dumps his creation into and takes it out. "As an Elf; I am very fond of all the animals of the forest, so I would like to give some of my paltry rations as offering to it and maybe, if he allows, scritch its chin for good luck" he explains, to no-one in particular while shaking the prepared ration bag, which promptly breaks open and spills its guts into the pen. "Oh deary me, that is WAY too much."
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Greyleaf Greyleaf ponders about still poisoning the pig, but decides to pause that for a moment. "This might be bit rude, but maybe we wouldn't have messed with your little camp of suffering here if you had just told us 'No, that dude didn't come thru here, the other town... which for all we loving know is a competing social experiment by other wizard.. must've lied to you." The elf ponders a while. "Its gonna be the cobbler, surely. Nobody can be naturally that stupid."
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Sep 17, 2017 14:15
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Greyleaf Greyleaf had started writing a memo for himself after they had broken sight with the two abyssmal villages. So far the memo consisted of several note to selfs about the absolutely disgusting people he had had a displeasure of meeting, with in-depth descriptions of each and every of their perceived faults. Latest entry had been taking him somewhat long, as describing in vivid details the misgivings of their wizard friend made his blood boil. A rough draft of a letter to the College had started taking form, but the repeated use of poo poo and gently caress kind of blunted some of its eloquence. "Gents, do you think the wizard college would appreciate 'a shambling husk piloted by a team of 5 retarded botflies' over 'the most unprofessional conduct from a illusionist seen on either side of Cordon'"
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Archibald confirmed for yet another wizard in disguise.
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Greyleaf The elf savored every piece of food that was offered to him, as even the mere presence of heated food was manna from heaven after their first days in Moussillon. He listened to the talks from the sidelines, guessing that interjecting, and maybe insulting the host here, and now, would not be a smart move. Sorry, been bit busy with.. a game that most certifiably isn't about ninjas in space. Confirming that Moussillon is cursed: Greyleaf gained FELLOWSHIP by being in this godsforsaken swamp.
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Oct 16, 2017 23:46
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Greyleaf Greyleaf shared the Dwarf's sentiment, but lacked the social finesse in describing his feelings about the man's attempt at poetry. "That certainly was something, alright. May I ask where did you study? I may have to visit that place after our mission here is complete" the elf asks, while pulling out his notebook with the list of people he has met in Moussillon, neatly organized with their quirks and possible saving graces (currently empty for all except their current host).
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Oct 28, 2017 23:08
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Yeah no, Greyleaf's gonna find himself a bottle of wine and go get some luxury sleep.
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Greyleaf Greyleaf decided against running after everyone and instead retired to his quarters, to get some sleep. The elf had managed to scam, steal and or hustle from the servants a perfectly good nightcap of a full bottle of wine and was currently drinking it like a hungry fawn would drink from its mother.
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Greyleaf Greyleaf was withrawn, his even normally pale complexion was replaced with a face as white as a sheet. His arms were shaking like a pensioners and every sound that he heard felt like they were explosions "Could you, kindly, not breathe so loudly, please?" he begged "I feel somewhat hungover"
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Greyleaf The elf had finally recovered from his hangover enough to realize he was left basically alone at the table. Figuring that getting paid trumps getting laid; he catches up with Squad Stab-a-man of Henri and Jotunn. "So, any bets if this guy Lord Aucassin wants the Dwarf to kill is Le Beau?"
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Greyleaf Greyleaf grins in a manner of a schoolyard bully who had spotted a new victim. Either the man had opinions against elves or he knew something about unwanted visitors to this hamlet. The elf clears his throat to get the attention of the other two people that actually matter. "Well, I suspect we have our first villager to question. No Honest Man should shy away from meeting us." he remarks, pointing at the cabin. "Lets hope he introduces himself as Rabbitcousin or Squirrelbrother-in-law"
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Greyleaf "Well, I don' think he is going to say much to us if I'm here, so I bid you a GOOD DAY, SIR." Greyleaf scowls, feeling insulted. He turns from the door to go sulk somewhere else. "Goddamn peasant claiming to be shot by an elf and still be left alive"
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Greyleaf "Well, my tiny legal representative, the case against me was that I was so drunk I rode into this town to shoot this man's mule and him. I think it's safe to say I can not remember." he retorts, checking his pockets for any clues about what he did while he was drunk, if he did it. He was hoping all he would find was some maid's pantaloons and maybe wine corks.
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Greyleaf The elf rummages thru his pockets, only to produce about a dozen scribbled notes about different people he had met and the words 'Kill Them All' scribbled next to them "Lets say for an argument's sake that I did get blackout drunk, rode to this hamlet, found this guy we're pursuing, and shot him in the chest. And then allegedly shot this person and his mule because no-honest-man would be out at night, in the woods, with his mule in the company of a wanted man. This peasant is now arguing that a WELL-KNOWN elven archer with a well-crafted elven bow, using well-crafted arrows with elven charms on them wouldn't be able to pierce this, possibly frog-leather, armor. he retorts. "I mean that would explain why my boots were covered in mud in the morning after the servants just polished them yesterday and why the stable hands gave me the stink-eye when I asked about one of their horses being in a rough shape." the elf theorizes. "But the claim that I allegedly shot a person and he wasn't hurt is an enormous slur towards my professional conduct" Sormus fucked around with this message at 19:56 on Jan 3, 2018 |
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[quote="Sormus" post="479885760"] Greyleaf "Peasants lie. Waters wet." Greyleaf carefully unfolds the crumbled note and reads it while mumbling. Dearest Sober Greyleaf, To Do: Buy More Arrows, Make ones with the "Elvish charm" on them. - The Elvish word for Arsebadger is hard to fit on the shaft, consider alternatives Signed, Drunk Greyleaf He frowned, this boded bad for the investigation. The elf grabs one of the arrows and compares it to ones in his quiver. "It doesn't make any sense. They're much like mine, but much more delicately crafted. Even the runes are much more elegant" "Its like I'm looking at some loving nobles' frilly-froufrou decorative arrows."
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Greyleaf "Well, last time we were in this exact same scenario, we went and politely knocked on the door." elf grumbles. "We could, also, just barricade the door and set fire to the house?"
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Greyleaf "Fair enough, While you distract them I'll go and scare their horses so they can't run away from a 'honorable duel.'" Going to cut the reins of the horses while, or slightly before Sir Henri uses the verbal cavalry charge to the possible peasants.
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The elf expertly sneaks thru unguarded and unsupervised cabin yard. He finds the horses, cutse their tethers and gives each and everyone a swift punch in the face. Horses, being timid creatures, take off into the night. Greyleaf then takes his bow and arrow and takes aims at the door. I'm going to take the initiative to scare off their horses, which SHOULD make them come outside to see what the gently caress is going on. We SHOULD then get a drop on them.
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Greyleaf Greyleaf had hid himself near the wall, in a blind spot just below a window, when the men had come out the door. He abandoned his bow for his blade as the other elf made an appearance. Swift Attacking the gently caress out of the other elf, there can only be one! Initiative: 1d10+5 13 Swift attacking the imposter-Elf, TN 76 (46+30 Unaware): 1d100 58 Swift attacking the imposter-Elf, TN 76 (46+30 Unaware), 2nd attack: 1d100 43 Both Hit Unsure if I needed to roll WS for both but I did Damage, Hand Weapon 1d10+SB: 2#1d10+3 11 10 pre:| WS | BS | S | T | Ag | Int | WP | Fel | | 46 | 40 | 36 | 31 | 53 | 30 | 35 | 22 | | A | W | M | FP | | 2 |10/10| 5 | 2/2 | Armour: Medium (3) Name Range Damage Reload Special Hand Weapon Melee SB Shortbow 16/31 3 Half Skills: Talents: Disarm, Quick Draw, Strike to Injure (+1 to Crit rolls) Strike to Stun (May attempt Stun on melee hit)
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Greyleaf Greyleaf drops the other elf's corpse like a bag of trash, expertly going thru his pockets before the corpse even hits the ground. He then climbs through the window to attack the witch hunter from behind. Sure, I'll loving crawl thru the window knocking random poo poo on the windowsill to the ground. So I guess my actions this turn are Move and then Stab-Stab-Stab. Stab the Witch Hunter: 1d100 82 Yea missing that as much as the other elf misses not being dead. pre:| WS | BS | S | T | Ag | Int | WP | Fel | | 46 | 40 | 36 | 31 | 53 | 30 | 35 | 22 | | A | W | M | FP | | 2 |10/10| 5 | 2/2 | Armour: Medium (3) Name Range Damage Reload Special Hand Weapon Melee SB Shortbow 16/31 3 Half Skills: Talents: Disarm, Quick Draw, Strike to Injure (+1 to Crit rolls) Strike to Stun (May attempt Stun on melee hit)
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Greyleaf The elf dusts himself off, and gives the house a wide glance, scanning the inside for any valuables. He spots the With Hunter's hat and takes it. Making his best stereotypic With Hunter impression he wails out. "I see that my services here are no-longer needed. I will be outside, rolling the less-alives for knick-knacks and curios. Toodles." I'm going to loot the elf and the other dwarf, then drag them into the stable and pose them ontop of each other
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Greyleaf Elf looks down at his bare midriff and sighs "Hrhm. Sadly I have to agree on that one" He clumsily undresses the dwarven armor from himself and offers it to Jotunn. "At Least now the dwarf's possible living comrades won't think he ran from the fight? It would sound a bit bad, all your friends dead and you standing there, seemingly unharmed."
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Greyleaf Greyleaf had started quickly going to town on their noble wine rations as soon as the first hint of a whiff of the fair city of Moussillon had made its way to his sensitive elven nostrils. "I wholly agree with the thing that was suggested." he mumbles at air, eyes glazed over. Took 2 wounds, now I can become bodyguard and get more attacks"
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Greyleaf Greyleaf was still partially smitten by the masterwork elven gateworks they had passed thru on their way across the town. The faded, yet still glorious, original artwork still partially showing through the possibly centuries of wear, tear and later additions to the artwork. His personal favorite was the short story crudely engraved to a piece of marble that was laying in a gutter. "Wiltedfrond climbed here, it is very high". The elf smiled and nodded, it was indeed very high achievement for a city-dwelling elf. "I am going to look for a tavern, bar, or a pub and bivouac there for the evening. I'm sure there are cups that doth truly runneth over, unlike this one." Finding an establishment where I feel more welcome and Thieves' tonguing myself a drink and information.
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Greyleaf "Its a nice place you got here, Mr Buth. It would be such a shame if anything were to happen to it." Greyleaf muses, tapping his crusty fingers on the rat meat. "You should do as the little lady asks, I was once stuck inside a magical house made of gingerbread with her, she ate it, foundations and all. Left a family of 10 homeless." TAKE 2: Supporting Cat in talking with Buth the Butch Butcher with Intimidate, TN 36 (36str + 0): 1d100 86 What the dick, yo?
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