Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Deacon quietly opens the old wooden shutters on his window and peeks his little head out as he notices the strange arrival of a man in dark robes, nearly knocking over a vase in the progress - one with various flowers that was sitting on the windowsill - but catching it in the nick of time.

After setting down the vase and shooing a busy bee from the pollen filled daffodil, Deacon leans out of the window again and watches the curious stranger resting near his home. "What is this?" Deacon wonders out loud. Then he scans around the edges of the village to see if any Elves have noticed the interloper.

Noticing Luthien's approach, Deacon rushes out the door and joins her and a cadre of rangers.

///You see some blue skinned feet, with long black sharp toenails looming outside of the entrance of the pitched tent


As the feet are poked, they twitch, and a small giggle is heard inside the tent. After a few pokes and a few twitches more they fully retreat into the tent with one last giggle before snoring resumes.... The elves gather around the tent..... Getting more frustrated

///For roleplay purposes i rolled my constitution bonus +3 on a d20 dice. Click the link 1d20+3=7

Fhaeo, present in the village this morning, catches wind from some of the rangers about the sleeping stranger. With a small sigh, knowing what likely awaits him when he arrives, he makes his way to his home to pick up his armor and weapons. After equipping himself for battle he makes his way to Deacon's home, a little anxious of the situation. Finding Luthien there already, prodding the sleeping stranger with her sword, he order the rangers to take up position further away, but to keep their bows ready.

"Good morning Cormiira," he respectfully dips his head to her. Kneeling down before the tent's opening, brushing Luthien's sword aside in the process, he puts a hand on the Tiefling's leg and pulls him out - not the gentlest way to wake some, but with less hostility than the tip of a sword.

As he is pulled from the tent he *hisses* blocking the light from his squinting eyes, not yet with proper visual on the situation; he shouts, not yet quite awake either "Take them, take them all, I dont want these buttonsss anymore!!!". He grabs his hood and pulls it over his eyes and tries to fall back to sleep!!!


////afk 8-11 hours - going to bed! night all

Luthien gives a rather annoyed look at the tiefling, then sets her gaze on Fhaeo.

"Coming here unannounced and camping at the gates of our village without permission isn't exactly good behavior either, for that matter. Let's just kick this accursed demonspawn out of the village and be done with it."

Noticing the commotion as she sits on the bench near the pond. Ithilwen stands up and moves closer to the gate. She opens it and walks through it with a hint of curiosity.

"Take them, take them all, I dont want these buttonsss anymore!!!"

She blinks as she recognizes his voice. 'Qin?' By all that is holy how did that crazy monk find this place! She walks up to where Luthien, Deacon and Fhaeo are.

'I believe I recognize this one... What he is doing here is beyond me however. Then again...a lot of things he does is beyond me... However, I do not believe he has any ill intentions despite his looks...Let's just get him up his feet. And Fhaeo...you'd better cover your hair.'

Deacon watches the odd spectacle unfold - The sword poking and the leg pulling and the shouting - Then looks up to both the Cormiira and Fhaeo. "What brings him here, Deacon wonders? Indeed we must be careful. But so far this odd creature has done nothing to endanger us." Deacon continues to watch the sleeping being for a moment before he speaks up again:

"Perhaps we should hear him out first. Though, it may prove tricky. He is a drowsy one."

Luthien slowly sheathes her sword, as an audible moan comes from her belly. Her posture relaxes a bit as she does so.

"Very well, if he not dangerous, but unstable, it would be better if we would just wake him up and kindly escort him out of the village. Deacon, wuold you mind readying a bucket of water?"

The shadows coalesce into a humanoid shape, walking towards the weird creature's resting spot from the nearby trees

"Indeed...he is Master Qin, of the Order of the Balanced Hand. He is a friend...The question is: how did he get here, and why? I have a feeling the orcblood we spotted yesterday is also a member of the Order, at least gauging from the movement speed he showcased..."

The Archmage peers curiously towards the strange Tiefling, wondering as he caresses his chin pensively with a gloved hand, as he nods in agreement with Deacon's words.

She nods slowly at Luthien.

'Keep a bit of distance as you do though... He might make some crazy jumps...' She chuckles and mutters with a grin: 'Mealir can confirm this...'

She turns to Kael as he mentioned the Orc. 'Indeed, that orc could be of the same order... Qin could tell us more about it. Perhaps it is the reason he is here.'

"There will be no need for the water, Deacon." Fhaeo explains before he reaches down to grab the Tiefling by his shoulders and hoists him up on his feet. "Up you go. Now, explain who you are and why you have come here." He casts a glance back to Luthien before turning his attention to the Tiefling once more. "Once you have answered those questions, you will be escorted out of the village. Do you understand?"

Soaking wet and with a droopy and drenched beard gracing his little face, Deacon stands frowning... a half filled water-bucket in hand. "Now they tells Deacon!"

Luthien can't help but chuckle at the sight of the tiny fuzzy miniaturized dwarf lugging an equally tiny bucket of water around. She approaches the tiny creature and takes the bucket from his hands.

"Oh well, I was getting a bit thirsty anyway, thanks for the water, wee one! And Fhaeo? You heard Ithilwen. Let us see if he knows anything about that mangy fanged beast which visited us yesterday."