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Ruadhnait switches tactics, seeing that her spear doesn't seem to be effective. Instead, she times her attacks so as to better assist Jiam. Her intent is not to cause harm, so much as to distract and harass the foe (aid another action).

Observing Jiam's fighting strategy, Ruadhnait is suddenly glad that she is female. She continues to assist the monk, timing her attacks such that there is no chance of inflicting injury on her companion.

Ruadhnait continues to assail dude #3 with her spear or, if he goes down first, moves to dude #1.

No sense stopping the attack on Dude #3...

Breaking cover, the barbarian woman leaps from the tree and hits the ground in a dead run, charging dude #3 (and ending her move at 0208). She attacks with her spear.

Yeah, I know what they say about running with a sharp object, but desperate times...)

Grasping her amulet and offering a quick prayer to her father's spirit, Rúadhnait slips from her perch and hits the ground running. Her target is d5, but she does not scream a war cry, hoping instead to take him by surprise.

Not wanting to lose her advantage, Rúadhnait waits in the tree until, a) she is spotted, or b) the melee is joined. Once a melee begins, she will grab her necklace and offer a swift prayer to her father's spirit (DM, take note, please), then move in, attacking the nearest foe. If she can manage to j...

Rúadhnait lifts herself into the tree at 0214 and readies her spear for an ambush, should the men try to flee.

Rúadhnait considers the odd weapons for a moment, then makes a decision. "I will keep my spear and sword. These weapons reek of wizardry."

The warrior-woman's face mellows slightly as she considers Oldin's words (only comprehending about half of what was said). Finally, she speaks, her tone no softer than before, and still with the strength of anger. "Savages. My spear stands beside you. This day, their blood will flow like water!...

Rúadhnait is visibly aghast and angry at these actions. "Why do you kill them?" she snaps aloud (in Common). "They fought well. A warrior should die in battle! This is not the way of honorable men!"

Vulan, not shoots dirty looks at the people tiptoeing around and whispering secrets then finishes his drink and orders another round. "Where're the bards! This place needs music!" (Way, way out of character...) I am just waiting for someone to go over to the antique jukebox in the corner ...

Rúadhnait sits, cleaning her blade before sheathing it. She pointedly ignores the sheriff (not that she could understand what he was saying anyway) and returns to her mug, only to realize that it is on the floor. With a sigh of resignation, she goes to the bar to fetch another, using sign language t...

Rúadhnait signs heavily, obviously not pleased with the decision to let justice prevail. Even so, she lowers (but does not sheath) her weapon and, keeping her eyes on the prisoners, kicks the khuns away from the men. Looking back at the kneeling men, she says (in Common, of course), "There is n...

"We're letting them live?!" Rúadhnait growls through clenched teeth (in Common). Her sword remains at the ready and she keeps a watchful eye on d3 and d4. If either of them so much as twitches, she attacks.

Rúadhnait scowls and slashes at d3.

Having no idea what was just said, but fully understanding the potential lethality of the fire sticks, Rúadhnait pauses long enough to turn and face the speaker. Her sword is still in the ready position and she shows no intent of letting it drop. In one smooth (hopefully) motion, she grabs the lip o...

Rúadhnait is caught off-guard for a half-second. Suddenly, blood was being drawn! She hadn't intended for this to become lethal, but since she now had no option, she could do little but continue the pattern. Rúadhnait draws her sword, slashing at d2. If he is dropped before she has the chance, she'l...

CGM3 wrote:

"A riot is an ugly thing... and it's high time we had one!"

That was OOC (Out of Character). Jeez, hasn't anybody else here ever seen Young Frankenstein?

OOC perhaps, but it was oh so appropriate!

Rúadhnait looks at Oldin, earnestly surprised. She nods and rises from the table, still facing her companions. Her hand moves to her waist, her fingers tightening around the pommel of her sword. Then, she seems to think better of it and releases the weapon, reaching instead for her empty mug. Mug in...

"Rúadhnait, it is not necessarily fear, but more dislike. The custom here appears to be to ignore them and they will go away. They are apparently unsavory characters. Errm, not nice fellows," Oldin says, fumbling a little as he knows Rúadhnait's distaste for longer words. Though she does ...

Rúadhnait does not lower her head, but eyes the newcomers carefully, trying to gauge their weaponry and relative strengths. "I do not understand," she says aloud in Common, "why do you fear these men?"

"Dabber? I thought her name was Alice," Rúadhnait ponders aloud, to no one in particular. She gives the men a once-over, then settles in to watch their next move. Though she cannot say why, her distrust of these men is obvious.

Rúadhnait is utterly taken aback by the odd halfling, but is also curious in a way she can't quite explain. "What are you?" she asks rather bluntly (in Common, since she isn't convinced of the fishes' value as a fashion accessory). "You look like a racún , but where I am from, they do...

Rúadhnait relaxes and releases the man, but makes no move to apologize. She glares at Oldin in response to his comment and backs off, sulking.

Rúadhnait has finally grown weary of the incessant talk. Before anyone can stop her, she grabs Tinker by his shirt and shakes him. "No more riddles!" she shouts angrily. "Where are we? Where is Kelt? Speak plainly, or I swear to the gods, I will shake the answers from you!"

As the others chat, Rúadhnait breathes deeply, tasting a bitter flavor in the air. "This place smells wrong," she says, to no one in particular.

At the suggestion of sticking a fish in her ear, Rúadhnait looks skeptical. Fish were for eating. Her people had long held that those in the "civilized" regions were odd, but she never realized just how strange. She is far more concerned with their new surroundings, however. The young woma...

Ruadhnait spends much of the time keeping an eye out for food (game animals). She makes her rations go as far as possible, limiting herself to eating only a small amount at each meal. She watches the strangers with curiosity, but does not speak to them unless approached.

CGM3 wrote:His bewilderment is obvious as he blurts, "Wanderer's paths, where are we?"

"We are where we were," Rúadhnait replies, making a careful study of the terrain. "We have not moved far, but everything is gone."