((Fun story: I had meant to make a post last night, but came home to find that I had been roped into serving my sister-in-laws ex-husband with court summons. So that was a 90 minute drive out of town, where we called the non-emergency line of the police department to ask for an escort in case things got ugly. The cop shows up, we explain the situation, show him the papers, and he tells us he and his partner will serve him, because the guy has an outstanding warrant, so theyre going to arrest him while theyre at it. So we sat around in the parking lot of a deli for like an hour waiting for the cops to come back and tell us they had served the papers and arrested the guy. Then when I finally got home, my daughter stole my jeans and ran through the house screaming Youll never get your pants back! Good times.))
((Rolled 6d6 to restore 20hp to Gnaw))
Dreadstone once more swats aside the lazy swing of the soldier. He cant tell if the young manscarcely more than a boy, reallylacks the skill and training to land a blow, or if his heart just simply isnt in it. Dreadstone steps inside the arc of the swing and grips the mans wrist with his hand. Yer tryin my patience, son, he growls.
He doesnt know what to do. Theyre surrounded on all sides, but they cant just start killing these poor fools just for following orders. They could take out Godfrey, but that wouldnt do anything but make them any better than the monsters that he was claiming them to be. Still, if there were no other option, perhaps he could put an end to it. It would cost him everything, and there would be no guarantee that the others would escape the blame, but what else can they do?
As Dreadstones hand slinks toward his quiver, a familiar voice cuts through the chaos and seems to break the spell that Godfrey has over the situation. The rangers jaw hangs agape to see Rotorson appear on the scene. When last they had parted ways, Dreadstone had hated this man more than anything in the world, a hatred so intense that the heat of its flames consumed their prior years of friendship like dry kindling. That was a different time, though, and the fire had long gone cold. There was no telling the extent of the damage it had done in its wake, however
Pushing past the soldier, Dreadstone makes his way to the showdown between Rotorson and Godfrey, nodding at his former friend and rival in acknowledgement. I do believe yer bein relieved of command, Godfrey, he says. Try an not make a big production outta it.
((Rolled 6d6 to restore 20hp to Gnaw))
Dreadstone once more swats aside the lazy swing of the soldier. He cant tell if the young manscarcely more than a boy, reallylacks the skill and training to land a blow, or if his heart just simply isnt in it. Dreadstone steps inside the arc of the swing and grips the mans wrist with his hand. Yer tryin my patience, son, he growls.
He doesnt know what to do. Theyre surrounded on all sides, but they cant just start killing these poor fools just for following orders. They could take out Godfrey, but that wouldnt do anything but make them any better than the monsters that he was claiming them to be. Still, if there were no other option, perhaps he could put an end to it. It would cost him everything, and there would be no guarantee that the others would escape the blame, but what else can they do?
As Dreadstones hand slinks toward his quiver, a familiar voice cuts through the chaos and seems to break the spell that Godfrey has over the situation. The rangers jaw hangs agape to see Rotorson appear on the scene. When last they had parted ways, Dreadstone had hated this man more than anything in the world, a hatred so intense that the heat of its flames consumed their prior years of friendship like dry kindling. That was a different time, though, and the fire had long gone cold. There was no telling the extent of the damage it had done in its wake, however
Pushing past the soldier, Dreadstone makes his way to the showdown between Rotorson and Godfrey, nodding at his former friend and rival in acknowledgement. I do believe yer bein relieved of command, Godfrey, he says. Try an not make a big production outta it.
