Kozibi was physically attractive, if not physically imposing, by the standards of many. His long straight hair looked as if spun from shining gold, and his eyes appeared as if made of expressive silver - the two helping to denote his celestial heritage. His flawless smooth skin had a light bronze tinge to it. He stood just a touch under six feet in height, with an athletic dancer's build.

He was wearing an outfit colorful and flamboyant, something an entertainer or attention-seeker would wear, with a hide shirt made of some scaled material, like a giant lizard perhaps, only colored in several different shades. Several pouches sat on his belt along with a sheathed longsword and a couple of leather pieces. He also had a pack on his back, not overly stuffed, with a bedroll attached to it.

He strode alongside two of the women, the bruiser holding hands with an elf, and the pretty woman with the blade. "So? Do see who we're looking for?" He wasn't badgering, just asking. He was trying to remain patient. He adopted a small fake smile and waved back at some of the townfolk, but was watching for anyone who looked shifty or recognized the elf.

12:52, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 16 using 1d20+7.  Perception if applicable.

Breya, at the moment, was very tall (because height is relative), very redheaded, and very pissed.  She looked like she could lift the prize calf over her head without any problem.  She was still wearing the gladiator armor, a strange choice, but it was still what she had at the moment.

"I'm only holding one arm you fucking banana!  Now get to pointing!"

Glancing towards the group of 6, Zekk didn't shift his gaze. He spotted the threats immediately. The large woman, a likely grappler. The bladed one: a swordswoman. And a tiefling. Devil-spawn. Three scrawny men.

Interesting...

He kept his gaze flat, and emotionless. He could recognize adventurers a mile away. Always full of 'gusto', and arrogance. No reason to step in their way... no price on their heads, yet. He towered over the majority of them, except for the woman, who was six foot 5, much like himself! Now THAT impressed him. Somebody he might actually understand the life of.

He saw her shouting at the floofy looking elf she was 'holding', and he recognized right away what that relationship was: prisoner and dictator. He must've pissed off the one woman that could literally manhandle him, and paid the price.

Turning to face the Grat's packets once more, he sighed softly, hearing the man's words. He'd better not have been referring to Zekk. He knew he had the speed to rip the man's face off before the woman would even see him moving, but he didn't want to have to.

Just stay quiet, little man. he mentally urged him, his ears perked at the ready for the wrong words to come out, staring the other way so as not to draw attention.

In reply to Zekk (msg # 8):

Flea sighs in an exaggerated manner and turns back towards the fish market.

"He went inside.  I think.  I can't see him from here.  Let's go over there.  He was headed that way.  Oh!  No wait!"

He points at a fisherman who's walking into Grat's Packets.

"That's him!  I'm sure of it!  I'd never forget an ass like that!"

---

"Pardon me buddy."  Zekk, a broad shouldered fisherman is walking past you into Grat's Packets.  He almost bumped into you.

"Sorry," he says giving you a grin.  "Wasn't payin' attention to what I was doin'."

He nods at you and starts again for the door into the tavern...inn...whatever this Grat's Packets is.

Koz, Breya, Bel, Cass...you guys are about seventy feet away from the entry to Grat's Packets.  Zekk, you're about fifteen feet away.

The guy who's walking into it is almost to the door...

Bellinha walked a few steps behind Breya and Flea.  She didn't need to walk beside Breya and Flea, and standing a few paces back let her keep an eye on both of them.

Bellinha was not a short woman, probably a little taller than average, and certainly not as tall as Breya.  At first glance she did not much stand out from the others around her.  Her long hair shone a silvery gold in the sunlight of the morning and was tied back into a utilitarian ponytail tied with a long red ribbon.  It was how she moved that would catch a discerning eye.  There was a grace and elegance to her movements that one would better expect from someone raised in cultured society than from someone born to the sword.  She was also polite and smiling when greeting those that they walked past, occasionally apologizing for something Flea had said.

The sword at her waist was a heavy looking broadsword, not the sort of weapon that would seem very graceful.  A series of rings were welded into the back of the blade that made a soft chiming sound as Bellinha walked.  The armor that she was wearing was well kept and clean, the leather parts slightly discoloured and there were some dents in some of the metal plates showing that it was not for show.  It did not reveal much of her physique but she seemed to hardly notice any of its weight.



"Ass like...that?!"  Fleas words caused Bellinha to almost look at the backside of the man in question.  She hesitated for a moment and then looked over to see where the man had gone.  Grats Packets.  That made sense.  It was one of the prime meeting places in the village after all.  Pretty much everyone went into Grats' at some point during the day.

"What does his ass look like?"  She asked Flea.  Her attention had been on the door to Grats' so it took her a few seconds to realize what she had said.  "I mean, what does he look like?  Not just his ass.  The rest of him."

Her gaze alighted upon Zekk, looking over the non-fisherman looking man in a studious fashion.

In reply to Bellinha Grunnel (msg # 10):

Flea gives you the cock eye Bellinha.  "Were you not watching?  Kinda like two sacks of flour hanging out a window."

He then sighs.  "He's got brownish kinda hair.  Kind a' gruffy looking.  Kind of a working man type.  You know."

He looks around at all of you. "Well?  We just gonan stand here?  Or are we go get this guy so I can stop holding hands with the dancing bear here?"

Breya ignored him and pressed forward, keeping her death grip but moving.  She wasn't above using the painful leverage on his arm to make him move it, but there was only so far that would go if he resisted.  "You all get ahead and surround him, I'm stuck with this hedgeborn skamelar.  We'll be along... eventually."

It occurred to Kozibi that they were currently taking the word of a very untrustworthy soul - and it didn't take one to know one, though he was - to point out the person they were after. And unless that person pointed out panicked or confessed...well...they had no actual evidence or proof without...a handwriting sample perhaps?

He let out a small sigh. His head was too pretty to be thinking about all these angles.

So as they walked along, he leaned in to Bellinha a bit and very quietly whispered his thoughts to her so he wouldn't be the only one worrying about what to do when they 'caught' this supposed note-leaver and had Untrustworthy's word for it.

But he headed towards Grat's Packets with her to try to catch up to this person.

Matching the gaze, momentarily, of the swordswoman, Zekk paused for a split second, before turning to enter Grat's Packets.

Pressing open the door with his extended right arm, Zekk shifted his pack to his opposite shoulder and stepped inside with a heavier tread than he normally needed to. He didn't need to involve himself too quickly into anything he saw in the city, until it proved to be beneficial. That being said, he was many things, but patient and wise was not one of them.

Glancing around for an empty table, Zekk searched for an open seat, and took it. He looked for an empty table for himself... it would be nice to stretch his legs for the first time in over a week.

Bellinha tipped her head to one side slightly as the strange man with the shield entered Grat's Packets.  She was about to indulge in an inner monologue about strangers being trouble but Kozibis soft voice distracted her.

She nodded in agreement of his concerns.  After all, what could they really do with the person in question?  Haul him off on the suspicion of being a possibly nefarious spy?  The only thing that he seemed to be guilty of was having great ass, well according to Flea.

Slipping an arm through Kozibis, Bellinha started walking towards Grat's.  "Okay.  So.  How do we play this?"  She whispered to him.  "Play the friendly townsperson and join their table?  What do you think?"

"Howdy!  Welcome to Grat's Packets!"

A jovial looking, roundish woman greets you as you walk in Zekk.  She gives you a cursory look.  "You're new.  Well take a seat.  I'll bring ya an ale if you like?  Hungry?  Just made up a pot a' gombs."

Gombs? You've heard of it Zekk.  Supposed to be a pretty tasty stew of some kind.

As you look around, there are plenty of open seats.  Lunch crowd hsan't come in.  Probably because so many seem to be busy at the fish market.

The guy who passed you has joined a couple of friends at a table on one side.  Four sailors are packed around another table.

As you decide where to sit, the door behind you opens...

---

Flea glances around the place and then, without a moment of doubt, points over the shoulder of the big guy you saw earlier, who's standing there, looking like he's trying to pick a table to sit out so he can enjoy an ale and a nice bowl of gombs, towards a table at the back.

"Him," Flea says without any hesitation.  "That Guy."

He says it loudly enough so that Lori, the table of four sailors, and the three guys at the table in the back...one of whom is "The Guy"...all look at Flea.

Flea grins.  "Hey Morty!  Let's do it!"

"The Guy" starts to rise.  And both he and Flea start to change.  They suddenly sprout short, bristly fur.  They both get more buff. Tusks grow out of their mouths and their noses turn into snouts...

Seems like they're both wereboars.  Did Flea mention he and "The Guy" were wereboars?  Seems to have not gotten a mention.  That Flea.  By the way...I. Flea?  Has no one ever head of an anagram before?

Anyway.  They're both wereboars.

And we're in combat.  Wereboars are going on Init. 14.

Zekk, post your init roll, state your actions, and roll any dice.  I resolve all posted actions each round.

Questions?

"Hell yeah it's about time!  I love bacon!"

Breya cranked on that arm like she meant business.

19:55, Today: Breya rolled 18 using 1d20+1.  Initiative.

All right, I'm assuming Breya is probably starting at grappling, so she'll go for a pin.

19:58, Today: Breya rolled 18 using 1d20+10.  CMB to Grapple.

Hmmm, that might or might not be enough.  We shall see!

Nodding his head with a bright grin, Zekk glanced the roundish woman up and down and responded in a friendly manner. He was quite used to traveling, so fortunately, he had that comfortable relaxed tone that usually set working people at ease. He dealt with so many servers, town after town, that he knew how to make them feel appreciated. He understood having your nose to the grindstone more than most.

"Appreciate it more than you know. An ale would be great, the stronger the better." he winked at her, not minding at all tipping her a little bit extra if she spiced it up for him.

As the loud group behind him budged in, he stepped forward to make room, and turned sideways, keeping his eyes on them, without directly looking. He could sense something coming from this group, and he already knew to keep his distance. As he pointed out a man at the opposite end of the bar, Zekk glanced that way, and saw a shapeshift beginning to take form.

Damn...

All he'd wanted was a stiff drink, and a little time to rest. Was that really too much to ask?!

Now things were about to get real funny in this new town. He didn't want to reveal himself, or his capabilities, because the last thing he needed was a target on his back. That being said, he saw goddamned men transforming into swine! He didn't want any part of that on his body either!

Watching the men WITH one of the wereboars closely, he wanted to see if they were going to jump in to help the boar, or to attack it. Based on that, he'd make his decision, as he slipped towards the back of the room, positioning himself to painfully surprise somebody who didn't see him coming...


Initiative 11

Zekk shifts his position further into the room, as the group moves in. Hopefully, he has some time to move into the "middle right corner" of the drawing, so he can evaluate the group of men with the lycanthrope.

IF the men support the lycanthrope, he will wait until the majority of them pass him to violently assault the furthest back man, to hopefully keep the violence he's capable of "hidden" from the townsfolk, and the attackers. He didn't want to get 1v3 surrounded.

IF the men don't support the lycanthrope, he will continue moving around the right side of the room to help them flank the wereboar at the table.

Kozibi skidded to a halt, the accusatory look on his face falling away as he looked surprised. Like, visibly, surprised. Gobsmacked. Thunderstruck. Fucking stunned. His mouth, however, worked just fine independently of his brain as per normal. "i did NOT see that coming!....they come in boars as well??"

He shook his head violently to clear it, taking a step back as he almost unconsciously fumbled with drawing his longsword. His mouth kept going, but this time Kozibi was in the wagon driver's seat again and put a little oomph behind it. "Uh. So. Breya is right, sort of. We can do this. We WILL do this. Let's DO this!"

OOC: Move action to step away from Flea and draw weapon. Standard Action Inspire Courage - Sorry, ZEKK - not known to be allies yet, no bonus for you!

Inspire Courage. An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

19:51, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

In reply to Kozibi Januson (msg # 19):

The men at the back table dive away and scramble towards the wall, staring at "Morty" as if he were a wagon full of basilisk manure being carted by a polka dotted minotaur.

They seem just as surprised as the rest of you.

Breya, you aren't surprised.  You grab Flea/Alfie and snuggle him like a baby blanket.

"Morty" knocks the table away and starts to charge at the group of ya'll.

Zekk has moved to one side.

Breya and Alfie are grappled.

Koz is doing his inspire courage thang.

What else is goin' down?  You guys tell me.  Your moves.

"Wait!  What!" Bellinha exclaimed, watching two men, Flea and the man that they were looking for, change forms.  Okay, that was surprising but only for a moment.  Only a moment because Bellinha realized that there was a fight brewing in Grat's Packets, a fight that could involve innocents.

She raised her hands up trying to calm a situation that was probably already out of control.  "Not here!  Not like this!"

Bellinha drew her sword in  reaction to the charging Morty.  "I didn't want this!"

OOC:
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 8 Initiative.

Now that his hands were hidden, Zekk reached down beneath the nearby table, and withdrew his blade. Perhaps it had been hidden on his ankle, or in his pack. Either way, he was now armed, with a massive throwing axe. Leaning back, and then forward, he launched the projectile at "Morty", now that he's cleared the cover from in front of himself. He didn't speak, he knew his back was against the wall, and this was the move. He couldn't stay out of it... too much action, and chance for fun! Still: he had to remain just out of the limelight, so that nobody would focus on him after the fight...

...I mean that was a great plan and all, but hurling an axe across the room might gather some attention!

Bah... it'll work out in the end...

After the throw, he glanced sideways at the swordswoman and wrinkled his brow in confusion. Why on earth was she shouting about 'not here', was this a religious inn or something?

Clearing his mind of those thoughts, he needed to focus.


Initiative: 11
Attack roll: 20
Damage roll (just in case): 8

In reply to Zekk (msg # 22):

Bellinha, as you rush forward to face "Monty", "Monty" suddenly gets an axe in the side of his face.  Snout.  Whatever.

"Monty" roars and turns to one side, trying to see who just axed him.  He changes his vector, heading at that big guy who came in here before your group did.

Zekk, "Monty" is coming at you.

Breya, you feel inspired by Kozibi's cheer...that is until Alfie just manages to scramble out of your hold.

Yah!  I finally broke one of Breya's grapples!  Now quick!  Grapple him again so he can't do anything!

Bel, you can make an AoO on Monty as well as your normal attack.  Zekk, wereboar coming in hot and heavy on your 12.

Go Team You Guys!

That is the plan.  Breya is trying to keep one wereboar locked down so everyone can concentrate on one at a time.

21:11, Today: Breya rolled 27 using 1d20+10.  Improved Grapple Attempt.

Undeterred, Breya grabbed his other arm and caught it in hers, slipping behind him in an attempt to lock in a Deadly Double Goose Clutch.

Bellinha was prepared to face down Monty's charge but his change in direction surprised her as much as the sudden appearance of an axe.  She turned to see who Monty was charging towards and saw the lone man trying to hide in the shadows of the Inn.  Given that there was a fight erupting inside the Inn that involved were boars, she couldn't say that she could blame the man.   He appeared to be unarmed, probably having just thrown his only weapon.  He might not have been helpless but Bell couldn't take that risk.

She was not going to let any innocents in here get harmed, if she could help it.  It was bad enough that Flea and Monty were trying to tear up the place, but it seemed like talking was not going to resolve this situation now that it was spinning out of control.

"Hey!  Rude to leave a lady like that."  Bell shouted at Monty.  Bravado, yes bravado might work.  She had to distract the man...pig...man-pig-thing?...and give the stranger a chance to get away, but no pig insults came immediately to mind.  She'd have to do this in a more martial way.

Bellinha changed her direction to chase after Monty.  She uttered a quick word of arcane power and let loose with a blinding flash of light before swinging her blade at the boar.

OOC:
Casting Flare (Fort Save vs 13)
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 22 to hit.  6 points damage

Dropping his hands below the table, Zekk must be finding all sorts of hidden weapons under there! After all: his hands appeared holding a massive longspear. He found the irony perfectly suited to this pig's charging attitude, but unfortunately for the pig man: this weapon was designed for both boars, and charging attackers.

Setting the longspear against the wall for braced damage, Zekk grinned, and called out, just loud enough for the boar-man to hear him,

"Here, piggy piggy piggy..." a glint in his eye, looking forward to the violence.




OOC:
Attack roll: 9, my classic notoriety with the diceroller is back
Damage roll: 19
Setting the longspear with BRACE (double damage against a charging opponent)

Also, if he continues the charge to within 5' of me (since this weapon has 10' reach) My attack of opportunity is below:
Attack roll: 17
Damage roll: 10

In reply to Breya (msg # 24):

Breya, is that the move you are going for?  Goose Clutch?  And I'm assuming it's like a Cobra Clutch where you're grasping his head with your hands?

Monty seems taken aback when he starts to glow, which causes him to side step your thrust Zekk.  But then the Beauteous Bellinha smacks him on the back with her blade.  And he manages to charge onto your lance.  So...yeah.  It works out.

Monty roars and manages to land a big meaty paw on your chest Zekk 7 pts damage.  But his follow up swipe just flails at the empty air.

Your guys go

Having secured the Deadly Double Goose Clutch, Breya tried to put her opponent in the dreaded Inverted Double Underhook Goose Cooker.

lol I have no idea I'm just making this up for flavor, it's more fun than saying "I roll for the same thing" over and over again

Geese are assholes, so I figured a hold named after one is especially painful

Going for the Pin!

20:55, Today: Breya rolled 28 using 1d20+10.  Pinning Attempt!

This'll get better once I can make two attempts in a round.

Kozibi saw someone else in the place was helping them. Someone he didn't know. But that was just a periphery noticed thing. He stopped concentrating on maintaining the inspiration for a moment.

He pointed an accusatory finger Flea even as he headed towards the not-grappled wereboar. "BAD piglet! You...well, maybe you didn't LIE to us, but you certainly withheld information!"

He stepped up next to Bellinha and swung the longsword at the second creature, hitting him with the flat of the blade.

OOC: Inspire Courage will last for another round after this current one due to Lingering Performance.

So, not sure if that's a hit, a crit, or a miss. Hit AC 19 for 4 dmg, or if a 16 hits, then it's 12 dmg. Demoralize check probably fails with a 13.

20:51, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 19,4 using d20+6,d8+3.  Longsword (non-lethal) vs Monty.
20:52, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 16,8 using d20+6,d8+3.  Possible crit?
20:53, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 13 using 1d20+11.  Intimidate (if that hits and damages).

Grunting as he took a shot to the chest, Zekk glanced down, a bit surprised he'd been struck, and he shook his head, calling out to the waitress,

"Your bacon leaves a LOT to be desired!" he shouted, turning back, and as the spear in his hands vanished... wait, or did he drop it (?) replaced by a huge Falchion, Zekk swung for the fences, "Might want to consider Chicken!" he grunted, putting his force into the swing.

After swinging powerfully, he sure hoped that wasn't the last thing he said before he killed this moronic boar. That would not be a good one-liner to be known for...




OOC:
Attack roll: 23
Damage roll: 14