Standing outside the front of the grain mill Ezuri couldn’t help but feel bored. Currently they where waiting for the thief to finish scouting the mill itself. Languishing was more like it if Ezuri had anything to say about it.
“Croc of shit….” the disgruntled warlock mumbled under this breath. He knew better, Gimble was lining his pockets with whatever was in there, he was sure of it. “I should have gone with him, instead I’m stuck out here with the goon squad…”
“Say something?” Iokona asked looking up from his conversation with the dwarf.
A look of surprised innocence flashing on his face Ezuri blurted out a hasty excuse, turning quickly away to suddenly find more interest in their barbarian companion. Mostly though, to ward off any further questioning from the far too perceptive soldier.
Focusing his majestic mind on the….well… savage might be a better term…barbarian, Ezuri had to fight to suppress the shiver of disquiet creeping down his spine. On the ground opposite the building from comparatively refined Iokona and Frosty sat the rather massive Tod’d. A half ork half human? Half elf? Ezuri realized he wasn’t at all sure. The green skin, tusks and lack of civility kinda masked anything he might claim as human for sure, certainly elf. The really bothersome issue however wasn’t that the brute was so intimidating, nor that all he EVER did was clean his axe, but that at this point Tod’d had failed to even notice or care about the gore from earlier today covering his face and body. Ezuri wasn’t sure if what dripped off Tod’d’s chin was drool, slobber or kobold blood. A congealing mess of foamy pink lather that looked as if it might have been half heartedly been wiped at, continued to drip slowly from the barbarians chin onto his chest. Humorously, if it could be said so, as Ezuri watched Tod’d leaning over hard at work polishing his beloved axe some of the gore would drop off his chin to land directly on “Helga”, Tod’ds mighty weapon. Marring the mirror finish and sending Tod’d into yet another wiping frenzy. Yet not once throughout this process did the poor brute either notice or realize where the extra blood was coming from.
In his boredom Ezuri continued to watch the busy halfork.
Timidly, almost whispering as if afraid of waking a hurricane, Frosty attempted to get Tod’ds attention “Gib is in trouble Tod’d, we need to get inside quickly.”
Looking up with strikingly uncharacteristic concern “Wut ju meen lil’ Gibby’s in trubal?”
Pointing to the locked and iron barred door in front of them leading inside to the granary, Frosty replied “Can’t you hear the yelling? We need to get in there, Gib sounds like he’s in a fight.”
Tod’ds eyes widening in child like fright at every word he is quick to get to his feat. Discarding his polishing rag to heft Helga with both hands. It’s at this point Ezuri realizes Tod’d had been using a kobolds body to polish his axe, as he continued to look at the small mangled creature Ezuri realized the kobold might actually still be alive….
“Lil Gibby’s inside der? Ju need Tod’d smash dun da dour!?” Came Tod’ds alarmed response.
Placing a meaty hand on the center of the door Tod’d made a quick one handed push, the iron reinforced door showed no signs of moving however.
Infuriated the great brute threw back his head, howling in frustration
“NOTTING CAN STOP DA TOD’D!!!”
With a short step back, Tod’d threw his heavy shoulder into the door, exploding it in a shower of splinters. Sending his companions diving for cover. His momentum carrying him forward into the main room of the granary Tod’d immediately came under fire from the waiting cultists inside. Taking aim they fire. Arrows and javelins sizzling past on all sides. The Tod’ds animalistic fury surprising them to err.
“JU CANT HURT DA TOD’D!! JUR PUNY WEAPONS MEAN NOTTING. HELGA WILL EAT JU ALL!!!”