<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Kobold Game Hunter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Yokun<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>12/15<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Risppt was thankful when the Kobold he had been attempting to battle up close had been fell. That magical golden energy smacking the inquired green one right before he had been able to land another blow. Risppt had been tempted to finish them both, but instead he would drag both of the fallen opponents together as he tied them up with their own rope. He did make sure to gag them as well, before looking back as his two companions.<br/><br/>"<strong>Be more like thi-ssssss on path</strong>."<br/><br/>He definitely took their arrows, first and foremost and any of their other weapons. Risppt only planned on keeping the arrows though, but he didn't want them to be able to reach any blades to cut themselves free if they should wake up before the quest was done. Only once those new arrows joined his bone tipped, did he move over towards the team once more. His injury was minor, pulling out a small hand made cloth poultice that he tied around it to at least stop any bleeding.<br/><br/>"<strong>We need be kuh-why-it (quiet) if we go for-ward</strong>."<br/><br/>He winced a small bit as the medicated medieval band aid pressed against his wound, waiting to see what the other two wanted to do. A bit less certain about the path forward as it was clear from the guard they had encountered so quickly that while this was a path to the goal, the Kobold tribe well knew about this route.