[IC] Table of Monsters

[Lugia]

I take one last look at my house. Sure, it wasn't exactly the house I grew up in, but given how often kobold villages get destroyed, that was no surprise to anyone. I then look towards where I was heading, a bar, typically a gathering place where I might be able to find someone to help me out. Of course, said bar was in another village, so, I wasn't exactly looking AT it, just in its general direction. I then finally head off after a bit more hesitation than I'd like. I notice a few humans on the road ahead, a monk, a black mage, an archer, and a white mage, so, I try my hand at hiding, and thankfully, they weren't paying too much (if any) attention to the road, and just passed on by, ignoring me. That was close... one human's enough, but FOUR? That's insane! I think as I make sure they're far enough away from me so that I can continue, and jump out of my hiding spot, continuing through the plains which separated my village from the next. I take a quick look at my rapier, looking for any sort of name that might have been scrawled on there so I might identify just who the sword belonged to, and find a faint marking... 'Skl__ra' on it. Some of the letters were unreadable, unfortunately, meaning that I still couldn't identify who this sword belonged to. It was actually kind of important that I identify the rapier, as it belonged to one of the last few black-scaled kobolds, who were well-known for living next to human cities, and being the main source of information of human technology back when we weren't being hunted down, well, them and the grey-scaled kobolds. I'm sure that the community would appreciate if I could tell which one of our kind has died in yet another invasion, especially if they were as important as a black-scale.

Of course, I had no such luck, given that somehow, the scrawlings were faded. Maybe whomever I took it from was also a very old kobold, which would be another reason why I'd want to identify the previous owner. I eventually stop looking at the rapier, and stop agonizing over the fact that I can't read the latest name that was scrawled on it, and simply continue heading towards my goal, with the local wildlife being unusually docile for some reason. It was a rather uneventful walk to the bar, labeled 'The Murky Gumbo', and it takes just a little bit of time for me to work up the courage to enter the place, given that I made myself a little more afraid of the place than I should thinking that I wouldn't meet the most law-abiding of folk in this particular place, but once I entered, my sense of smell was assailed by the smell of, well, something? I couldn't tell what it was that they were serving so much that the place stunk of it, and my smell seemed to betray me as it smelled somewhat meaty, and yet, looking at it, it was apparently green? A few thugs were talking about some cave with treasure, and were apparently recruiting folk from all over using this place as a sort-of-hub, for some reason. They must have noticed me, as the next thing they did was ask "So, you can't deny it, you've heard of our plans. Ya wanna join us on this expedition?" I then looked at my cup of water, which I assumed everyone though was some sort of clear alcoholic drink, and hesitated on an answer. "Well?" The somewhat large, brown-scaled kobold asked me from my hesitation. I then answer with "No. I'm kind of on my own quest. One for peace," that was apparently hilarious to him, as he started laughing, and didn't stop for two minutes, eventually getting his friends to join him in his laughter.

I decide to ignore them and continue waiting for others who might actually join me, eventually tasting the, well, they called it 'gumbo', but I still wasn't sure exactly WHAT it was. The flavor was literally all over the place, making it nearly impossible for me to tell what this stuff was made with. Every spoonful tasted different, as well, which only served to confuse me. I eventually gave up on trying to tell what was in it, and just asked "Sir, what exactly is IN this?" The bartender, a sandy-scaled kobold who was shorter than I was, replied with "Heh, it's a secret, kid. Yeah... secret recipe. I don't want some other bar takin' our recipe, so I can't just tell any old kobold what's in it. Heck, for all I know, you're workin' for 'em," his voice was unusually deep, and the look in his single eye told me that I really shouldn't have asked that question. I then reply with "Oh, um, sorry sir," which causes him to turn around and start mixing some sort of drink, just as he was before I asked him. I drink some of the water, noting that it's actually surprisingly pure, given that I'm now in a landlocked village, rather than one near a source of water, as I was used to. At some point during the mixing process, the bartender's tail knocks over my bowl of gumbo, and he says, in a very mocking tone "Oh, excuse me," I knew he did that on purpose, but I wasn't exactly in a position to call him out on it, as it almost seemed as if he had the local thugs on his side. I didn't exactly feel as though I should, or could fight them at this point, so, I didn't make a scene of it, and just continued drinking my water, which was, thankfully free. The gumbo, of course, was a paltry 1 bronze, which means that I had to give up my only coin so I could eat here.

[Evanist]

Deravan had been walking for a good while now, traveling on foot, shrouded by his black cloth as he passed from tree to tree, walking forwards. The image of his parent's death... every night it was haunting him. The humans had beaten them down as if they were simple animals. He continued to walk for a good while. He had been training to live in the woods, though not as a hunter as some creatures would think would be best suited here. No... he was more one with the shadows, though unlucky for him, he didn't find any animals in his travels yet. And those he found were hunted down by a pack of blood thirsty humans. He had continue to search for any, without any luck. It was as if nature was laughing at him in the shadows, taunting him. As he continued to move, he saw a building at a distance. He started to move towards it. At least during his travels, he found multiple berries and mushrooms. He only ate those that were consumable, those his mother showed him that were alright. Deep down, he was pained that he left his sister behind, but she wanted him to keep living, to stay away from the humans and hide in fear of them. This... was unacceptable for him.

As he approched the building at a distance, he smelled something... strange... The smell was overwhelming for him, but as he looked at his small bag in his cloth, seeing no money. He sighed. He guessed water would do. As he entered the bar, the smell was even more overwhelming. Some people though saw him as he entered, eying him, his slightly silver fur showing up from his dark clothing. Deravan moved to the bar side, listening to what was happening, seeing the barowner actually spil the food of one of the customers, before the bar owner arrived.
"What will it be?" he asks him.
"Just water..." Deravan then says, with the barkeeper just eying him strangely, before sighing and then pouring water.
"There you go... cheapo." he then says. To this, Deravan stared right into the kobold's eyes, looking at him dead in the eye, a dagger out, though not towards the kobold. He plunged the dagger on the table.
"Look here buddy, I had been traveling for a good while, saw my parents get killed right in front of my eyes by a group of humans who only threated them as if they were animals for butcher. I lost everything cause of these people. Now your calling me a cheapo? See if you would act the same if you lost your parents and saw the humans dangle their head right in your face as they left they bodies to rot on the floor, and that only you and your sister survived cause you hid and survived by eating what the forest gave you." he says at the man, right in the face. The bar owner just gulp down his saliva as he looked at Deravan in the eyes, visibly intimidated and slightly scared now.
"Alright alright... geez.... sorry..." the bar owner said, going back to work. People in the bar just stared at Deravan there, a slight awkward silence in the room as Deravan went back on his seat and drank his water in peace, grumbling.
"Idiot... He should check what he says more." he says taking his dagger back now.

[The Grey Dust]

"F'thgaan!"
A common exclamation used in cursing.
Colourfully translated to "(God's) Fortune is Gone!"
It is an oath equivalent to "God Damn."

Of all the luck in the world. R'lyeh must have had the worst fortune. Actually given the theorem of greater destiny allocation as suggested by R'S'Nuum, one of the great Sagahin mathematicians, analysis of the observable events over a given amount of time would hardly support the gross inaccurate exaggeration. Therefore, to be completely honest with oneself and apply the rules of fate allocations, out of an given party of four individuals R'lyeh would have the worst values to attract misfortune. Oh wait a moment, did a wall just break there? No definitely not, all four walls were indeed standing, despite the muscled-bound ogre attempting to punch new doorway as the "Murky Gumbo" came into view.

"Why not use the Door." R'lyeh muttered as he hobbled over to open and enter the Inn, much to the Ogre's surprise.

The Sagahin was out of breath, well out of water really, although running for one's life for a fish-person is hardly a simply task. He had yet to properly develop the muscle acclimation to the lack of buoyant force, and was forced to use an old fishing spear to assist him distrubte his weight properly. The humans had ambushed them in a clearing, taking whatever was not secured, including his stainless staff and stone research notes. Stuck without much in the means of material possessions to assist him home, R'lyeh was forced into using the scraps he had managed to salvage from the dead sagahin associates he had hired to help document the findings and secure live samples. The lesser sagahin had hardly the finery he was accustomed to, brown robes to retain water, functional but not at all flashy, and an old rusting spear probably passed down for generations of Sagahin. Even his funds were down to a mere single bronze piece which he surely would spend at this repulsive tavern.

A putrid stench of rot lingered in the air. something foul was brewing in the back which assaulted the olfactories, of which the Sagahin were hardly affected as they did not take to smelling the volatile compounds in air but rather water. Still though, R'lyeh was taken slighty aback by the aroma, as if something had died, rotted away, and fermented into some desiccating substance. But it was far too late to rethink and make a quick exit as the Ogre had pushed him into the bar at this point. Yet was not alone, a few rapscallion thugs slinked around, kobolds as it was a kobold village he did manage to drag himself to after a few hours lost in the woods. Kobolds and the Sagahin were not necessarily enemies, but they did look at each other funny from time to time, which accounted for the gawks and stares R'lyeh received as he stumbled forward.

"What will it be Fish-face?" the barkeep barked at the exasperated Sagahin.

"Foul Cretin, S'Augwin are more related to Repti-" the retort came back.

"Yeah, whatever Fishy-face, we don't get your kind here, now are you going to get a drink or sit there and argue about your face." Certainly not the most civil of persons. It must be the alcohol, or maybe even the Gumbo.

"Sir, I am in dire need of water..." R'lyeh gave up the argument in preference to obtaining some much needed fluids. His gills screamed for more water to support his needs.

"Water for the Fishy? Normally it's free, but for your face: One Bronze. Finally about time to get paid for some water around here eh boys?" Cutthroat robbery, and shrewd negotiation tactic indeed. Much to the amusement of the kobold thugs at the other end of the table over by the hat-wearing kobold.

A single coin was exchanged, the last coin he had managed to save, for a cup of water. Instantly the Sagahin "drank" down the water to breathe once more. This place was definitely a treacherous den of thieves and vandals. Maybe he could employ a few to retrieve his tablets back from the humans? Surely they would be more than willing to claim the payment due to his former associates who are now dead in a forest clearing...

"Pleasure doing business with you."

[Eklispe]

Dorisma continued lumbering down the road towards where she heard there was an establishment that treated all kinds. It would take all kinds for her to accomplish her goal. She briefly clenched her fist in anger just thinking about it before relaxing, she would save her anger for when she needed it. When Dorisma had started this mission she had no clue where to go, only by finding other "monsters" like her had she found any sort of starting location for her objective.

Dorisma sniffed carefully finding a strange smell in the air, one that reminded her of home. The loud rumbling of her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten for nearly two days. Following the smell rather than the road, which turned out to be rather lucky as she managed to avoid a group of humans that were taking the road she had just left. Several minutes of loudly crashing through the woods later, her clothing remarkably intact, Dorisma came to a rather ramshackle building that appeared to be some sort of bar, judging by the name they served some sort of gumbo. Eager to get some food in her belly she shuffled into the building, her large frame even for an ogre, required her to nearly crouch in order to get through.

She once again sniffed the air eagerly, the cooking smelled almost as good as that of home. As she walked up to the counter apparently into an akward silence that seemed to have been caused by an a troll, the bartender looked up somewhat reluctantly and asked, "What'll it be?" Dorisma thought about it for a moment, she had forgotten that she would have to speak common again, and she wasn't very fluent in it yet. Nearly everything she knew was from personal experience rather than any sort of tutoring. "Want meat." she said bluntly unable to get out something more eloquent. The bartender sighed, his expectations of an ogre accurate, "1 copper if you've got that much." he said somewhat skeptically.

Dorisma reached into her coin purse and somewhat reluctantly pulled out a silver putting it on the bar while looking around cautiously, she knew that a silver was high currency for an establishment like this, just because she didn't speak good common didn't mean she was naive. The bartender's eyes widened and he took the coin breaking it down and handing her back the coppers "Get this man some gumbo!" he yelled to one of the waitresses. She ignored the mistaken gender as there was point it bothering with what everyone thought and quickly grabbed the money returning it to her pouch, then grabbed a table and her food quickly arrived. Dorisma carefully sampled it impressed by the flavor, it was practically as good as mom's, though nothing was quite as good as mom's, before she died anyway. She briefly dwelled on this thought before shaking it off and digging heartily into the gumbo.

[Lugia]

Almost as soon as my bowl of gumbo was spilled on me, a troll with some very dark clothes, and apparently a darker past entered the bar. He spoke about his past, and how the bartender should behave himself, and watch what he says, something said bartender quickly ignored as a sahagin in wet, brown robes came in, asking for some water. His robes were still relatively moist for us land-based creatures, he seemed to be in dire need of water, dire enough that he'd actually spend money on it, even though the bartender explicitly stated that it was supposed to be free. Charging someone for what amounts to air for us, I couldn't just sit there, letting that happen. I stood up on my seat, and tried to say something, but lost my balance, and fell over before I could get a word out. I did manage a "that's not right... you can't charge someone for that..." but the bartender was too busy laughing at me to notice, let alone care. I then get up, and decide to introduce myself to the sahagin, something, that, as a kobold of the sea (something indicated by my blue scales), intrigued and interested me. After clearing out my throat, I hold out my hand for a handshake, a greeting we kobolds kinda stole from the humans, but I hoped was universal. I then say "Hello, sir, my name is Robert. Yes, I know it's an unusual name for a kobold, but there's actually an entire story behind that... one that I'd rather not tell right now. Uh, whoops, sorry, I kinda just started talking about myself for a while, um, what's your name, sir?" That was about the time when the ogre, who was wearing some sort of high-class clothing made her way into the bar. She was apparently rich, or, at the very least richer than we were, as she placed down a silver for her drink and meal. That silver piece alone was worth ten times what I had before all of this, but instead of introducing myself to her, or the troll who I couldn't keep track of at the moment, I waited for any sort of response from the sahagin. Sure, the local thugs might not be giving him any kind of kindness, but I hoped that I could at least make his stay here a little better, even if I couldn't get his money back for his water, which really should have been free, especially for someone who needed it as much as he did.

[Evanist]

As Deravan drank his water, he saw the new people coming in, the sahagin that the barowner had gotten to pay for water which was suppose to be free. He looked at the barowner annoyed, but then got a little idea. He looked at the bar owner who was still laughing.
"Owner, I want another glass of water." he then says. The kobold stared at him, stopping to laugh slowly, seeing him still have his water that was full.
"You aren't done with yours... why do..." he start to say, before Deravan gave him one of those stares. This made the man have another shiver.
"Water is free, so give me another glass." Deravan then says, before the barowner sighed and then pour another, giving it to Deravan.
"There.... geez." he says, before Deravan takes the water and... gives the glass to the sahagin.
"Here... he should not have charged you for that." he then says, giving a look at the bar owner, who just understood that he been duped out of more money he could have made from the fish person. He then listens to the other kobold who introduced himself, who actually failed to make the owner pay up for the money. That owner was one greedy bastard... it would be... unfortunate if something bad were to happen to him... though it was too risky... And he had guards. It was not worth it. He drank his water slowly.
"People like that..." he says under his breath, annoyed.

[The Grey Dust]

Water. Earth. Air. Fire.
The elements in order of their discovery for the Sagahin.

A potion to breathe in water, or a magical spell to do so, something not developed by the Sagahin but the magi of the other races. What had always managed to intrigue Sagahin Scholars was the fact that magic tended to bend the laws of reality. Magic was, in a way, convincing the universe it was far more simple to change itself than to not. As such, it may have been possible to create a spell which allowed Sagahin to breathe air as water. But to convince the universe to let a fish breathe air was difficult, far more difficult than letting a human breathe water. No one really knows why. Perhaps the universe merely preferred its fish in the water in fear of cosmic balance being disrupted.

Oh right, time for social interactions. In such a case, applying the theory of most probable projected phenomena, this would either end poorly or rather quite well for the Sagahin who had seemed to catch his breath a bit by now. Given his preceding failure at interaction with the Bartender, and the awkwardness of the Kobold's earlier attempt to make a stand for the Sagahin's single bronze, applying the theory mentioned in the earlier post, given the wall did actually break a bit by the arrival of the second ogre through the doorway. As such, we'd conclude that the joint misfortunes should result in these two characters becoming kindered spirits with one another by direct juxtaposition of their respective Rolls. Oh wait, I mean roles. Wait, who am I supposed to be?

"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Robert was it?" Yes, a handshake was socially acceptable, although how the kobold would react to the slightly slimy grasp of webbed claws taking his own would be up to the air. That being said, a brief but firm shake was given, surely the sign of something between them. A joint kinship in sympathy, and perhaps more later on to be foreshadowed. "and I must say I do most certainly appreciate the gesture."

There was a moment of awkward silence. There was a Seqway misisng, or rather perhaps a segue. Oh wait, no there was one cutway in the form of another who seemed to sympathize with his situation and offered to create a much better comeuppance for the barkeep. A troll this one, in black. Most likely another stranger, who was rather good at keeping his head down when it suited him, but seemed to know a thing or two about being intimidating as the barkeep let this fish, err troll, go. It was odd really, it was as if he would have gone completely unnoticed by in large if it were not for this sudden interruption by this stranger. It was as if someone was far too busy in thought and just managed to check in time that another person had stepped in between the Kobold and himself. The crack by the doorway of the wall seemed to enlarge ever so slightly as the wall became to crumble.

"I thank you as well my friend." The Sagahin graciously accepted the water and drank another much needed glass. "Friends, allow me to introduce myself. My name is R'lyeh. I am a S'Augwin researcher, doing field work in terrestrial biology. Unfortunately my research notes had just been stolen by some uncouth human tricksters who murdered my assistants and robbed me blind to this present state. I also appear to be slightly lost, dare I ask you for the name of this Kobold settlement? My maps were stolen along with the rest of my research gear, well not that they would probably be highly accurate based on the sources they came from but..." He drifted about, looking at the brown-scaled Kobolds and comparing the differences in anatomy between them and his acquaintance.

"Your kobold scales are blue. The S'Augwin would call you Wasskal, Water-scale. May I call you this? and to my other companion here, may I ask of your name?" A sudden change of topic.

[Eklispe]

Dorisma cleaned out her bowl and set it down looking at it sadly. The gumbo was rather delicious but she really didn't want to spend any more coin here then she had to. She sipped at her water contemplatively while looking around at the occupants of the tavern curiously. There were several races she had never seen before, in particular there was a strange fish-like creature that appeared to be having a conversation with a troll and some sort of blue kobold. Looking around she saw several other suspiciously armed characters who seemed to be in correspondence with the bartender. Given how it seemed that every member of the small group had managed to peeve the bartender in some way it seemed that there would be some fun before they left. Dorisma cracked her knuckles and watched carefully curious to see how the scene would unfold. If nothing else perhaps she could recruit the small group's help, after all one had to start somewhere.

[Lugia]

One water-covered handshake later, R'lyeh talked about another name for me. My parents would have jumped at the opportunity, however, I wasn't exactly them, nor did I fully understand how or why this name of mine was supposedly cursed. On one hand, this could be a nickname for me, but, on the other, it would almost be like me calling him 'fish man' due to that just being the common name for my race. I eventually settled on "Um, sure, if you'd prefer that," I was going to say more, explaining what I was thinking earlier, but I thought it might be a little rude to him. The troll seemed to disappear again, that is, after a little episode with the bartender, which fared much better than my own, and ended with the troll getting another drink. I look around for him, and eventually just say in some random direction "Mister troll, sir? Would you mind telling us your name, also your location, I can't seem to find you again," R'lyeh then asked about the village's name, and I had to think back for that one. These villages did, indeed have names, but given the short time they have before they get destroyed again, these names weren't always easy to remember. I think back to when I first entered the village, and remember a sign with the name 'Birchvale, an obvious reference to the fact that the place was surrounded by trees. "The village's name is Birchvale. Sorry, it's not always easy remembering the names of these villages, they only last for about a week at a time," I then jokingly ask the bartender "So, how long has this place been around for?" He then responds with just the answer I didn't want, "about a week," shocked by that answer, I manage to ask "A-aren't you making preparations!? The humans could be here any minute!" The bartender shrugs, just as I hear someone, or something shout near the entrance "Filthy vermin! I have come to exterminate you for the good of humanity!" They're here... I... I can't do this, but, I can't run anymore, I'm done running. I then work up the courage to ask "Alright, I'm going to do something reckless, dumb, and probably lethal. I'm going to defend this village, who's with me?" The thugs seemed to disappear as soon as I asked that, and the bartender was already running in the opposite direction, leaving me with this group of four... R'lyeh, the troll (assuming he did run away), the rich ogre, and of course, myself.

[Evanist]

Deravan listened to what was being said, the fish person asking him about his name, and he stayed silent for a bit, before going to respond, only to hear something about a human going to come. He looked at Robert and all the others. That Robert fellow then asked who was with him right now, to defend the town
"I am going to go strike that bastard!" he then say. He then saw the thugs and the bar owner running away. Cowards... He agreed with Robert, it was reckless and dumb, but it was time to actually fight and stop being scared all the time. He headed out the door, running in the shadows, going towards where the knight was suppose to be, cries being heard in the front of the town, kobold's trying to defend their town. Just then Deravan rushed to the side and hid in the shadows, waiting a second, observing the knight before suddenly rushing to get to his back and then unsheathing his dagger and sword, going and rushing to the knight striking him right in the back with his dagger, actually hitting a nervous point, piercing through his armor. Just then he tried again with his sword, only to strike the knight, but not doing a thing. His god dang armor was so tough. He then moved to the side, when the knight was going to turn, staying at his back, attempting not to get hit by the guy and keep giving hits. He hoped that it would work.

[Lugia]

I rushed out of the bar before I got confirmation as to whether or not this group of individuals was actually going to help me, and notice the knight only about 20 feet away from me, at the town's entrance. He was boasting and bragging about something until some unseen force seemed to hurt him, and quite a bit, too. I start running towards the knight, and start charging up my thunder spell, however, just as I finished the spell, I trip over a rock, and only just manage to hit the guy. Yeah, it still hurt him, but I felt as though I could have done much better that time. "Hm? What's this? This pathetic little kobold thinks he can use magic! HA! I am to laugh at that," The knight says to me, all the while trying to find whatever it was that just hit him. I get up, and dust myself off before saying "Yes... I can use magic, and so can at least one of my friends... I think... maybe," he laughs again, and continues his search, as if I didn't really matter all too much right now. There was some sort of horse next to the man, and I couldn't tell you which breed it was, given that I didn't really care about the thing too much. I'll bet the rest of the group, whoever decides to stick around anyways, would want to keep that thing. I'd rather it fall over dead than have to travel with it. Maybe it could have a lightning-related accident during the confusion of battle. Hm... I think as I look around for any trees large enough to kill the horse. There was one, it was kinda far away, but would certainly do the job, all I had to do was hit the tree at some point during the fight, and it would either get crushed by said tree, or run off, scared. I hoped for the former, but knew that the latter was the more likely of the two possibilities.

[Eklispe]

Dorisma looked around curiously as the entire population of the bar room managed to escape in less than five seconds. Very impressive, but it was only one human, why were they running? Didn't the idiots realize that they could've fought him all together. Dorisma sighed at their cowardice, well she would have to deal with this herself, although it seemed that some of the poeple here weren't complete idiots and had stayed. Also if Dorisma stayed here she would have free access to that wonderful pot of gumbo over there and she was still hungry. Dorisma stood up, grabbed the table in front of her to use as a shield and charged the knight, after slamming heavily into the armored man she took a defensive stance ready to counter attack as soon as he attacked her and her makeshift shield. "You're so ugly you make my mom look pretty!" she shouted at the man just to ensure his hatred.

[The Grey Dust]

S'Muryph Law.
Everything which can go wrong, will go wrong.
The only dependent variable is the perception and position.
Which side of the law you are on, and how the law views you.

So a kobold with magic, an ogre boxing machine, and an assassin troll. And this town was called Birchvale and evidently Kobold settlements only lasted roughly a week. Oh and it was evidently that time of week. Safe to say that the information gleaned from this was coming at R'lyeh rather fast, and he had to processes everything which was going on just as quickly.

First, human shows up, desiring to kill us all.
Then rest of bar flees.
Unseen troll reacts first and attempts to assassinate target before chance to strike.
Kobold follows up with Electrical magick which seemed rather effective.
Ogre comes out from nowhere, grabs a makeshift shield bashes human with a table.
Insults hurled in-between actions certainly.

"Now see here Good Sir, I will not stand here idly and allow you to destroy this village on some wanton rampage!" Rather strange that he so eloquently put it. He did have a bit of ire towards the human, rage towards an entire species really given the last interaction with them. Analysis of the biological functions of the Knight were difficult to access, however given the status of the man being winded, slightly shocked and stabbed to the point of his armor being pierced, R'lyeh surmised the man did need dire medical attention very soon after. Maybe he would listen to reason if his life was on the line and as such, a cunning plan was devised by the researcher.

Poison, well toxins really as once injected into the body's blood stream it would be a slow and excruciating pain until it reached the tipping point and death would occur. Internal damages, unseen and unnoticed long before it was too late and death occurred within an hour or two. Like a spiny sea urchin's venom, or that of a jellyfish sting. Poison was one of the elements the Sagahin were familiar with, by the numerous species of aquatic life which employed it to some degree. This man would feel the same, enough poison to slow him down and let him think about his own mortality and perhaps morality as R'lyeh would surely see to make him flee and leave them then alone.

All things being said, he muttered his incantation over the tip of his spear coating the head with a vile and virulent venom which oozed and dripped along its shaft. He had to be careful himself, using the old spear as a method of delivery, given the actions of the ogre to place some distance between them was difficult shot, even for a Sagahin. He spotted his chance between the gaps in the knight's armor, designed for mobility but of course allowed access to weapons to the disadvantage. A small spot the size of a silver piece.

With a prod he hit flesh.

But wait, the wall had finally had enough, and the structural failure had occurred. As if by some good fortune, certainly not R'lyeh's, a large piece of the wall had dislodged itself and managed to hit the knight squarely. Just enough to nudge the Knight forward from the impact. This in turn guaranteed the knight impalement as the spear gouged itself just under his arm, piercing through the blood vessels and severing the blood lines. Not according to plan, not at all. He had now just mortally wounded the man he hoped to glean information from regarding his stolen tablets.

"Oh dear! Hold on Sir! I can heal you with a spell..." Embarrassingly however, he was out of mana and could not muster the spell before the human succumb to blood loss with his last word cursing poor armor design and breaking fourth walls. Well there was nothing they could do now. R'lyeh had just committed murder, and was unsure of what would happen now as he froze up looking around at the empty bar and his fellow fighters. "Erm... I'm terribly sorry I had no intention of Killing him outright like that I... The poison would do no good if his blood was... I just... The wall and..."

Suddenly his attention shifted at the human's satchel, a pack of interesting goods probably, as he opened up the bag to find two vials of liquid and nothing more. He had expected some form of map or detailed bits of writing, but maybe that was on his pack animal. Wait a moment. Pack animal? A land-dwelling animal? Oh happy day! Setting the contents of the satchel aside the bloody corpse he would rush out of the bar, wary to watch the crumbling wall and move to examine the Horse outside the bar.

[Lugia]

I closed my eyes as I was expecting the human to run up to me and attack, however, something else happened, instead. Somehow, the human was dead, impaled on R'lyeh's spear. "We... won? He's gone? The village's saved? I can't believe this, a kobold village was actually not destroyed by a human, and a knight no less!" The other kobolds started shouting back to the ones who have left the village, and some started trying to regroup them, until the village was back at its old population, with most of the stragglers brought back. I then notice R'lyeh digging around in a bag, and place the contents, two potentially useful potions, one of which I recognized as a minor healing potion, something so many beginning adventurers use against us in their village raids, the other of which was some sort of murky brownish yellow, and certainly seemed mysterious. A note that reads 'For the king' can be seen attached to the mysterious potion. Since I wouldn't be delivering this potion to any human king, I crumpled up the note, and tossed it aside, taking the potions, but not really having anywhere to put them. I then turn my attention towards the ogre and where I assume the troll was, and ask "Can either of you actually use this armor?" wondering what their response was going to be, and, if it was 'no', then I'd suggest we take it anyways, you know, to sell, I take off the armor, thankfully only revealing some clothing underneath. Both the armor and the clothing were in pretty bad shape, given that they'd been pierced by a spear recently, not to mention the beating that the armor took thanks to the mysterious force, as well as the ogre. The sword looked a little too heavy for me, heck, I'd need three arms in order to use it, but I was certain at least SOMEONE else could use it. If not, I suppose we could have it melted down in the village's forge, and have it made into one (possibly more) smaller weapons for us to use. Failing that, of course, we could always sell the thing. I then ask "So, what's your name, ma'am?" To the ogre who was still clinging on to that table, using it as a sort-of-shield, having finished removing the armor, and of course, just generally showing it to my teammates.

[Evanist]

Deravan, seeing that the human was dead now, breath deeply. The sense of vengence lifting slightly. But it was not enough... he still wanted those humans to pay... He looked at the kobolds that died to this man. He looked at the man as he was looted down, before walking towards him. He breath deeply.
"I forgot to introduce myself... names is Deravan Silverfur." he says to the group. He looked at what the man had, as well as the sword. Something in him wanted to use that sword... but would he be able to lift it? Probably, but would it be better then his dagger and sword? Probably not, cause he would be slowed down by the shear weight of the thing, and even if he could, what would be the use of being able to use 2 weapons at once and have a chance of striking someone 2 times instead of once? Sure the knight had the attack bounce off once, but it was cause he was unlucky... that is all.
"Well... I guess I would be able to use it, but I don't think it would be a good idea." he says.

[Eklispe]

Dorisma grinned, seemed humans weren't so tough by themselves. She set down the somewhat battered table and looked at the blue kobold creautre offering the humans cracked suit of armour. "Name Dorisma." she said interanlly wincing at how stupid her poor common made her sound, she was surpised that the kobold was able to guess her correctly, most poeple assumed that since she was an ogre she was atuomactilly male, she liked the small blue creature. She grabbed the pro-offered plate and looked over it carefully. It looked like she could perhaps break it and use the smaller parts. Strap the different pieces on individualy rather than a complete set.

The armour would be cracked and seprated but something was better than nothing right? "I use, first food." Dorisma said crudly before taking the armour with her and setting it down. Then she grabbed the pot of gumbo. She was even more hungry that she was before and she quickly set to the task of consuming the gumbo while conserding how to best dismantle the aromur. After pratically inhaling the pot of food she carefully unfastend the leather bindings holding it togehter and reattached then appraiotaly. When she stood up again has the makeshift armour covering her legs, arms, and about half of her chest. "Is good." she said happy with the result, it wasn't much but it could block a sword hit where it counted. She refocused and adressed the blue kobold and the fish creature. "You." accenting the word with a point at both of them, "Seem smart, kill more humans?" she asked them. Dorisma also pointed at the troll, "You fast, you help to?"

[The Grey Dust]

Ponies.
Ponies everywhere.

"Such a curiosity!" The Sagahin was quite interested in the human's mount. Well, the former human's mount. Well, actually the dead man was still human even while being dead, and hence the last statement was highly inaccurate. Regardless, R'Lyeh was busy in examining the creature, observing the animal from a far first as he rushed out of the bar most pleasantly. He noted the color of the creature, a sandy yellow, pale like straw not drinking straws either but hay. The quadrupedal form intrigue him, surely such creature with observable musculature would be prime example of R'S'Nuum's Principia de Gravitas Paradox, such that the mass of the creature would require mass to support the original mass until an optimum point would occur. Furthermore, being a beast of burden, it would be a clear violation of R'S'Nuum's Principia as the ancient Mathematician did not account for the lack of buoyant force on land. For R'Lyeh, who has only heard of such conceptual theories, this was truly a wonder that the horse did not float off the ground as he began to remove the packs and bags upon it.

But all the same, he found it exceedingly difficult to do so as the animal began to trot away from him. Flicking its tail nervously as it neighed and made noises.

"My Friends, what is this strange and magnificent creature?" He shouted back at the bar. "As it appears to fear me, may I subdue it and proceed to study its internal components? Or should we offer this creature to the Old Ones as a sacrifice in preserving this town by drowning it in the nearest sea?"

[Lugia]

The other two teammates, the troll and the ogre just now properly introduced themselves as 'Deravan' and 'Dorisma'. I nod at both of them, and say "Nice to meet you both, sir, ma'am. I'm sure you'll be helpful, if not necessary for this, um, I guess it's an adventure?" I then notice that R'lyeh was far too intrigued by something as simple as a horse. I supposed that had something to do with him literally being a fish out of water, and yet, for some reason, he asked if we wanted to kill it, either by poison, or drowning. I thought it over for a while, he can't exactly cast poison anymore, so, what he planned to do with the thing after it was subdued was beyond me, however, it might actually swim should he try to drown it. "I think that thing can swim, R'lyeh, and you're out of magic. Mind if I kill the thing with electricity?" I ask before taking the giant sword, making sure to safely hold the two potions I had in one hand, with the sword in the other. I end up dragging it to the blacksmith, who looked relieved, as well as tired. "Now, I know you haven't made a sword in a while, none of our forges have, but, do you think you can make something with the steel in this sword?" The grey-scaled kobold looked at me, and at the sword, until eventually saying "Hm, well, for one of the saviors of the village, I can probably do something with it. What do you want?" I then think about my friends, and think about who could use a new weapon. Deravan's dagger seemed to have done so much more than his sword for whatever reason, and I could always use a new rapier. Dorisma, however, didn't appear to really need a weapon at all, let alone a new one. I then ask "So, do you think you could make a dagger, a rapier, and a spear out of this?" He laughs, and says "I can make a dagger, and one other thing out of this, which do you want?" I then look over at R'lyeh, then to my rusted rapier, and think I do desperately need a new rapier, but it would be kind of selfish to get one when someone else is also in desperate need of a weapon. Maybe I'll find a rapier later, or something. I think, coming to the conclusion of "I'll take the spear, then," the kobold nods, and puts the greatsword in the forge, apparently to melt it down, so it can be reshaped, for later.

[Evanist]

Deravan calmed down a bit before walking and looking at the horse, who seemed still scared of R'Lyeh. Not every day you see a fish out of water anyway. He looked at it, before sighing a bit.
"I have no use for it, that is for sure. A beast like that would waste me being silent when I go to strike..." hes says, thinking then about what Robert says. He then goes and walks towards him as he gets the great sword to be melted down, for some weapons for the group.
"Uhm... If we are to kill more humans that kill innocent villages, you can could me in... They still have a dept to pay after all that they did." he then says. It was time for people to fight back instead of running. It was time for them to rise up against the oppression of the humans.
"I guess we will wait till the man finish off his work at the forge... but... isent a great sword like that... big enough for multiple weapons... I see enough for a dagger, a sword and a spear tip..." he comments near Robert, looking at the weapons that was melting down. Well... he was not going to say something about it, but maybe the others might.

[Eklispe]

Dorisma sat down next to the blacksmith and watched the process intently; she had always been interested in the way that humans forged their weapons and armor that allowed them to so easily win against the other denizens of the world. It seemed not so hard, yet it had proved to be devastatingly effective. As she had no opinion in how the weapon should be melted down, the proposed system seemed fair enough. She had no interest in what was done with the horse as even if they kept it the poor thing would be squashed under her weight. Dorisma watched the blacksmith intensely, if she learned more about how these weapons and amours were created she could learn how to break them better.