GM Alice's Wrath of the Righteous

Game Master Alice Margatroid

A few brave heroes band together to save Golarion from the worst of fates, standing against the hordes of the Abyss at any cost.

Current Map - The Kenabres Underground


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Male Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Honor Guard) 3 (Order of the Dragon) | AC 20, T 12, FF 18| HP 29/29| F +4, R +3, W +1 (+2 vs emotion effects) | CMD 19 | Init +2| Perc +6 | SM +0| Dragon's Challenge 1/1 | Tactician 1/1

Jens' heart twists painfully at Anevia's facial expression - memories drift through his mind of Deselde, of her smile, her eyes, the look of pure love on her face when she first looked at him; when she first gazed down, beaten and exhausted, at their newborn daughter; the same expression, two years later, at their son; and twenty years ago, when she'd smiled at him just before the looming shadow of the Storm King rose in the distance behind her -

Shaking his head, he pushes the memories down, listening to the young woman before him speaking of her wife. "I know a little of the Eagle Watch," he nods. "It sounds like she's more than capable of looking after herself. I'll tell you what, once we get out of here, I'll personally make sure you find your wife. Alright? I won't rest until you're back in her arms." There's the fatherly smile again, replacing the sad expression.

At her question, his old eyes droop slightly, and his massive shoulders slump. "Lass, there's not much left for me up there," he says softly, deciding to be honest now and get it out of the way. "My wife died in '92. My children, as well, along with many others." He pulls that brilliant blue cloth from his pack again, laying it across Anevia's lap and tracing the embroidery on it with his finger. "I'm sure you're familiar with the kapenia, or family scarf, of the Varisian people. This was hers. Look, here I am." He chuckles as he points out the stylized head of a roaring bear. "This goes back twelve generations, and ends with our children." He brings his hand across the length, stopping at the end of the embroidery - an elaborate stitching in gold and silver thread of the sun and stars. "I never knew her clan, otherwise I'd make sure this found its way to them. So I've held it dear ever since."

Pausing for a moment to choke down the sadness rising within him, he continues in a lighter tone, "I do have someone left, though. Alfsigr - my horse. She's a beauty, too - as tall at the shoulder as the top of Voren's head, with a neck you'd be hard-pressed to get your arms around. She's bred from good stock, and you won't find a smarter and more loyal beast in all of Kenabres." He chuckles as he remembers the stubborn mare, suddenly reminded of the little girl she'd been left with. "I hope she made it out alright," he says softly, face suddenly sagging again. "She may be smart, but she'd be no match for demons."

Even though Jens is talking to Anevia here, anyone can listen in or interject. It's stuff that needs to be aired at some point, anyway.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2
GM Alice wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

Horgus visibly starts when Reknar abruptly addresses him, and he looks up at the soldier from his position on the ground with a frown. The mixture of what Reknar obviously intended as encouragement with thinly-veiled threats to stay in line simply earns him a seething, narrow-eyed glare and a vague and non-committal grunt. "Don't worry," he mutters sourly, "you won't need to bother yourself any more."

And here I thought I was being diplomatic :D

Reknar listens to Jen's conversation, but adds nothing, sitting in one corner, broodig to himself after he has spoken with Horgus.


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

I have no ranks in Knowledge Local, so I'm going off the cuff here.

Osric perks up at the mention of Irabeth.

"Now that's a name I've heard before. I've spent more of my time in direct service to the Church of the Inheritor, but I have spent some time with the eagle Watch as well. You might say I was called to service directly. I did not know Irabeth well myself, but she has a stellar reputation, if my memory serves... but Staunton Vhane? A traitor? Tell me more!"

His eyes grow fiercely, as though the news were a personal affront.

Knowledge Local untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 4

I'm guessing by her almost casual mention of him that Vhane was pretty well known among Iomedeans/Eagle Watch. Please disregard if I am mistaken.


I'm about to head to bed so no time for a long post here, but Vhane is well known indeed. His name's listed in the Player's Guide, actually--"Enemies of the Crusades" on page 8. Anevia can tell you some more, of course. But... tomorrow. :)


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Ooookay. I don't know why. But Aravashnial is starting to creep me out a little. It's like Voren's going to wake up with the elf just standing over him, watching him with that eyeless stare and that grin on his face. Also, maybe we can try to improve our relationship with Horgus the next day. Just a thought. And I made Draconic Georgian. Just so everyone knows.

At Aravashnial's excitement and hungry grin, Voren just stares at him, eyes wide open, eyebrow raised, and in mid chew. After a while, he swallows and says, "Thank you, Aravashnial, honored Riftwarden, for the offer of helping me get into the Library. That is, if it still stands from the Storm King's assault. I would be honored to help in your research. Provided it doesn't involve anything... what's the word? Ah, yes. Painful. No offense. It's not everyday that someone wants to know more about me. But, for now, let's put such things on hold until we reach the surface." However, he then shifts his eyes to the others (Jens in particular), his eyes showing slight fear.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

***

At Anevia's praises to Irabeth, Voren chuckles. "She sounds amazing, Anevia. It must be wonderful to have someone who you love so much. Whether it be family or a lover. Don't worry. We'll get you back to her."

***

At Jens's past, Voren gasps, his hand to his mouth. "Jens. I'm so sorry. I feel like I should say something. No one should have to go through that. Losing everything and everyone they hold dear." You can tell from his tone of voice and his story that he knows what it's like to lose everything to demons.

***

At the name Vhane, Voren tilts his head in curiosity. "I don't understand. Who is Staunton Vhane?"


Dwarf Hunter 3 * AC 20 - CMD 17 * HP: 24/24 * F+4, R+7, W+3 (modifiers apply) * Per +8, Init +3, Stealth +4
Austru mini-stats:
AC 22/15/17 | HP 15/15 | Per +9

At the name of Staunton Vhane, Aurica moves to spit on the ground. At the last second, she remembers she is in a temple of Torag, and an awkward expression crosses her face. (Ew, now she has to swallow that spit back down.)

The dwarf clears her throat.

"Traitor to the city, traitor to the Crusades, traitor to his race," she says with seething anger in her tone. Kenabres had never had that many dwarves-- the resulting community of them had been tight-knit. Vhane had come to her father's shop, a time or two. The memory makes her fist ball in futile rage.

"Leader of the Hammers of Heaven, one of the merc groups in the city that helps fight against the demons. Turns out he was a forge-blighted cultist."


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

hearing the others speak, Flynn sighs and moves over nearer.
" I have heard of Staunton Vhane. Fear not Aurica, there are traitors among the other races as well. Especially among the humans. I believe one of my 'brothers' in the Everbright crusade is one as well. A youth like me, named Tensler. He led them in my stead, after my....shame came to light. They never returned from the 'wound."
Bowing his head he continues on a different tack.
" I cannot imagine your pain Jens. But I fear it. Io was a surprise to me, but he is a wonder of a child. Only a year old and already playing at being a knight. I also fear for his caretaker, a tough old man named Baraak."


Dwarf Hunter 3 * AC 20 - CMD 17 * HP: 24/24 * F+4, R+7, W+3 (modifiers apply) * Per +8, Init +3, Stealth +4
Austru mini-stats:
AC 22/15/17 | HP 15/15 | Per +9

Aurica looks to Flynn at his words, then offers the crusader a slow nod. They've all felt the sting of treachery, it seems. And he has a child to watch over, back in the city...

As for Jens... '92... aye, that was the Storm King's first assault, the one she mentioned having been a girl for. She looks to the old warrior with sympathy in her eyes, and gives him a measured nod of understanding, but offers no words. 'Sorry' is just sound. Doesn't bring back the dead.

Aurica watches the others: the mage's words to Voren, Anevia's words of her wife-- she's heard of Irabeth, a brave warrior to hear folks tell it... and then there's Horgus. Whom nobody in their group seems to like: not that he's given them any reason to like him. She watches Reknar try to goad him into cooperation, and sighs, leaning her head back against the stone wall.

That one'll be trouble if he's not brought about, she figures. But she surely doesn't have the energy to try to muster sweet words for a man who thinks his coin can earn his safety right now.

Shifting to try and find a comfortable position, Aurica digs in her pack and comes up with a cube of worked metal, about the size of a man's fist. It seems to be intricately wrought with dozens of moving parts. Silently listening to the others talk, Aurica starts fiddling with the little catches and sliding parts of the cube.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

Knowledge (Local) on Staunton Vhane: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Reknar had been around Kenabres long enough to have heard about Staunton Vhane - an 'antipaladin traitor' he had heard him being named, whatever that may be - he had known his share of traitors but he could not fathom what an antipaladin could be - A Paladin turned inside out? - he thought and chuckled to himself - More likely some bastard that decided to roll over on his chaps for a bigger purse of coin - he concluded, shaking his head.

As the group settles into a conversation about each other's personal lives, the man shifts uncomfortably, standing up after acknowledging Horgus' retort with a grunt, again double checking if his weapons are in place.

Then he starts pacing the room, slowly and methodically, checking if the doors are solid shut, if there are any other means of ingress they may have overlooked, leaning against the door to listen for any additional sounds after the scraping and screeching they heard before, and overall patrolling the enclosed space.

Sense Motive DC20:

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Taking an additional moment to read through Reknar's body language, though it is not easy, you notice the man is actually checking on each and everyone of those inside the temple, even on Horgus - he walks over casually, looking them over, appreciating their overal state and posture, offering what seems to be a casual nod, smile, wink, or even a thumbs up, as if he was trying to raise morale through small gestures.


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Flynn nods back to Aurica then sits quietly staring at nothing, only looking up when Jens starts to pace.
Tough old bird. Feels it in his bones, but I am glad he's here. We need his experience and calm to work together. Iomedae knows I don't always have the calm.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Hearing Aurica describe Staunton, Voren says, "Oh. So, a demon worshipper masquerading as a paladin." He looks to Flynn. "And this Tensler was another possible traitor."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Voren watches Reknar moving around. But he doesn't think much of it. After a while a thought occurs to the witch. His eyes widen. "Guys. I just had a thought. What if Staunton found a way to take down the wardstone? What if he let the Storm King in to attack Kenabres?"


Aravashnial can't see the fear in Voren's face, and he merely smiles in response. "Ah, no, of course, nothing painful! Don't you worry, boy. Just lots of things to think about. Lots of rumours, lots of possibilities... all in good time, yes."

***

Jens' story of his family—his wife, his children, all gone—combined with his steadfast promise that he would bring her back to her own causes Anevia's dark eyes to well with tears, though she bites her lip and holds back the emotion as Jens walks her through the history contained on his wife's kapenia. "Oh, Jens... that is just awful..." Anevia hesitates a moment, but then leans over to give the old man a quick and friendly hug and then roughly scrubs the tears from her eyes. "I'm sure Alfsigr is fine," she says with an encouraging smile. "Animals have a second sense for these sorts of things. They know when to get the hell out of danger before it's too late. Something we humans could do well to copy," she adds with a chuckle.

The conversation drifts then to Staunton Vhane, and Anevia fills in the details missing for those who were unaware. Most of you have heard the details of her tale before, although perhaps not so much the side of the paladin who nearly captured the traitorous dwarf. "As Aurica said, he was a mercenary leader. Well respected guy, once upon a time... I mean, he fought all the way back in the Second Crusade, and seemed to be pretty steadfast in the battle ever since. Not the sort of guy you'd think would be working for the enemy..." Anevia shakes her head sadly.

"Two years ago, Irabeth found some evidence that connected him with the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth—cultists of Baphomet that try to undermine the crusaders from within. A letter, I think she said. But the church of Iomedae didn't think it was enough evidence to act on, dammit!" Anevia glances nervously up at Flynn and Osric, "...Sorry."

"Irabeth followed her instincts and went after him, and she found his hideout here in Kenabres... I don't know exactly what happened after that, but as we all know, that damned traitor got away. It's a miracle that Irabeth survived their battle... she was unconscious for weeks after that." Anevia sighs heavily. "I hope you're not right, Voren. If he had anything to do with the breaching of the wardstone... Irabeth would never forgive herself for not finishing the job when she had the chance."


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren nods at the mage. "Thank you. Anything I can do to help combat the demons and to find my... family." He says the last word with a twinge of sadness. Apparently, his family is a depressing and sore subject for him.

***

Hearing Anevia's hopes that it wasn't Staunton who let the Storm King in, Voren moves closer to her. He places his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. If he did cause this, then we find him and have him face his crimes. I swear, to aid you and your wife in any way I can. If you let me, that is."

***

Feeling the silence overcome once more, Voren decides to bring up a topic. "So... I have a question about... the gods. It seems that everyone hear worships some deity. Whether it be Iomedae..." He nods at Flynn, Anevia, and Orsic. "...or Torag." He nods to Aurica. "I was wondering what god I should worship. I know it's all personal. But just a curiosity. My land worshipped druidism primarily. But other beings, such as Desna, Gorum, Gozreh, and Pharasma were worshipped. Personally, I lean more towards the empyreal lords. But I'm not overtly religious. Also, I'm unsure of what religion around here would accept... well, a tiefling. What do you guys think?"


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

"Not everyone here worships a deity Voren" - Reknar states flatly, as he continues checking the perimeter, then looks at the tiefling and shrugs - "Just saying"


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

Glancing at Voren, Flynn frowns in thought.
" Voren, whatever you choose, it is a deeply personal thing, regardless of what anyone may tell you. Your belief and connection to your god comes from within yourself. You really don't choose one so much as find or be found by one."
He stands and starts to pace, clearly agitated.
" I mean, i don't know... I- I WAS chosen to serve Iomedae, but I was cast out as well. Milady stayed with me tho. Even after I was 'exiled' from the Everbright crusade, I still retained my gifts from Milady. " He pauses, clearly not sure how to put his churning thoughts and feelings into words...
I have come to the conclusion, that it is within yourself, and your personal beliefs that contain your connection to your deity. After all, organizations are made and controlled by lesser creatures and by that nature alone, susceptible to corruption."
Bowing his head he continues..
" But I digress. A God is something that finds you. Beware of looking too hard for something to follow, it may lead you wrongly..."
At this he shrugs and sits by himself on the floor.
Who am I to be giving advice? I have had a year or more to hash out my situation and aside from my love of my 'family' have come no closer to resolution.


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

"Brother Flynn speaks well, Voren. There are a great many deities worthy of worshipping. And many others whom I would not care to name, for they are so vile to me. The Inheritor is a great lady who stands for both justice and mercy. For did she herself not win the Black Prince's redemption? And yet, she smote many a wicked foe. I have been part of the Church of the Inheritor all my life, but it was only a few short years ago that I was called directly into her service. The moment was so intense...so clear...yet... It's hard to remember the details now. I saw HER appear directly before me. Not even my mother received a personal visit from the goddess. Yet that visit was to call me to stand vigil against corruption within the church. I suppose the only wisdom I can share is that you should follow your heart, your very soul. Religion can become complicated, even so."


Male Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Honor Guard) 3 (Order of the Dragon) | AC 20, T 12, FF 18| HP 29/29| F +4, R +3, W +1 (+2 vs emotion effects) | CMD 19 | Init +2| Perc +6 | SM +0| Dragon's Challenge 1/1 | Tactician 1/1

Jens shrugs off Anevia's pity with a practised wave of the hand. "I've shed enough tears for my own sorry tale that no-one else will ever have to." Fixing Flynn with a stern paternal stare, he adds, "You guard Io with your life, Flynn. Losing a child is the worst pain you'll ever know."

At the brief discussion of religion, he runs a hand over the death-spiral on his shield, but has nothing more to add.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren nods at the others. "Very well. Thank you for your advice."


Anevia seems quite perplexed by Voren's question of religion, her eyebrow arched high. "What a strange thing to ask," she says almost bemusedly.

"I wouldn't say I worship Iomedae... I mean, I do, but that's because everyone around here knows it's wise to do so." She offers an apologetic smile the way of the two Iomedaeans in the room for her frankness. "But I tithe to the churches of Shelyn and Desna as well, for a variety of reasons... I like the people there. I feel like they do a lot of good work. And who doesn't need a bit of Desnan luck, or a touch of Shelyn's grace?"

"It's just not something you need to worry too much about unless you get tangled up with the church, I don't think. Just live your life as you will, and see where faith and circumstance lead you. Maybe you'll decide one deity suits you over another... maybe you won't."

At this point, Anevia looks over to where Horgus is curled up, apparently asleep. Her eyebrow is arched expectantly at first, but when he continues to slumber away, she merely shrugs and gives up on him.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren nods his head towards Anevia. "My apologies. I thought that since Mendev seems to be a religious country, if I were to join a church or worship a god, I could be... normal. Not as hated."

Voren looks towards Horgus. Not removing his gaze, he asks, "So, Anevia, what do you know about Horgus? Is he always so... grumpy?"


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

Reknar just shakes his head at all the religious talk, continues on his route around the inner side of the temple, then settles down in one corner - "Someone wake me up when my turn to watch comes up. Look sharp people, we are not out of the woods yet, not by a longshot" - he adds, just before turning to the other side, ready to fall asleep.


Dwarf Hunter 3 * AC 20 - CMD 17 * HP: 24/24 * F+4, R+7, W+3 (modifiers apply) * Per +8, Init +3, Stealth +4
Austru mini-stats:
AC 22/15/17 | HP 15/15 | Per +9

Aurica snorts from her corner where she is fiddling with the puzzle box.

"You don't bloody worship a god because you think it'll make people like you," she says, "and the idea of doin' so is disrespectful. Mayhap you'll find somethin' in Saranrae that speaks to you, she's a forgivin' sort of goddess who's all about redemption and stuff-- but you don't offer prayers up to her, or anyone else, because you reckon it's going to make your life easier."

The dwarf shakes her head, then gives Reknar a nod. "Aye."

After a few more minutes, Aurica will hunker down her own self, drawing her cloak around her. She will take her watch in the night when it comes.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

At Aurica's words, Voren hangs his head in shame, a sniff coming out every once in a while. After a while, he mutters an apology before hunkering down for sleep on his robes. His tail goes around his waist, his back faces the group.


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

Osric feels he must say a few words before settling in.

"Religion certainly has made my life harder in some ways. Yet who can say why we are each drawn to it. Voren, I would be more than happy to discuss this further in the morning. Good night everyone..."

Osric gets his club and dagger ready, keeping a sharp eyes on the door for the first watch.


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

Flynn will settle quietly on the floor, head on his pack, armor and weapons within easy reach.
" Wake me when you get tired Osric. "
With that he drifts off to a dark and troubled sleep.


With the atmosphere perhaps slightly more awkward than it was a half-hour ago, the group settles in to rest.

GM:

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Osric's watch comes and goes without a problem; the worst danger here is the loud snoring of various individuals and the chilling cold of the stone floor. When he starts to drift off, he wakes Flynn, and quickly drifts off to a sound sleep (well, as sound as you can get, considering the circumstances).

Flynn is woken up midway through a pleasant dream of earlier years in the temple and the order he still adheres to, of simpler times before Tensler's betrayal. His first lessons with Iomedae's blade had not been going too well--but his mentors were commenting on his surprising aptitude for the flail. The pride of being able to disarm even some of the battle-trained knights of the temple. As is common in his dreams, he feels a familiar presence watching over all the events, that warmth he could attribute only to the Inheritor herself. A voice in his mind that lingers even once Osric's face replaces that of his past sparring partner, Do not fear--I have not abandoned you either...

Flynn sits back for his watch, and an hour or so passes without incident. Horgus awakens at one point, quietly stumbling through the dark temple towards the doorway. "Just goin' for a piss," he grumbles quietly at any questions, and then the nobleman disappears outside, closing the door behind him.

... It takes Flynn maybe ten minutes to start to realise that either Horgus takes the longest bathroom trips of any man he's ever met, or perhaps something bad has happened, for Horgus does not return back through the stony doorway.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

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Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Uh-oh. We may have a runner.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

Dang, now that Reknar was trying to get across to the man...


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

Flynn will move over and wake Jens and Reknar, then move toward the door.
" Gwerm went to use the latrine, a while ago. He should be back by now. Wake the others! I think something is wrong..." Grabbing his shield, a sunrod and his flail, he heads to the door..
" Horgus?"


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Hey, Alice. Is it the start of the next day? If so, then Voren can confirm his spell choices with Ayne.


No, it hasn't been the eight hours of rest a spellcaster needs, and besides, it takes an hour for you to commune with your familiar.

There's no sign of Horgus in the area outside the shrine--you can easily tell that without your sunrod thanks to the glowing geodes in the wall providing gentle illumination to the area.

On the plus side, there's no sign of a struggle either.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

Reknar wakes with a grumble, and after rubbing the sleep from his eyes quickly gets on his feet - "Fool, fool man..." - he shakes his head, while moving toward the door and outside.

After looking around for a few moments, he turns to the others - "We need to widen the radius of the search - who knows if he is not being gnawed on in the next cave over, right now as we speak? We need to rouse Aurica" - he doubles back inside, towards the dwarf, waking her and explaining the situation, unless someone stops him.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Hearing the shuffling and talking, Voren stirs. He sits up and stretches his arms, yawning. "What's going on guys? What's with the commotion?"


Male Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Honor Guard) 3 (Order of the Dragon) | AC 20, T 12, FF 18| HP 29/29| F +4, R +3, W +1 (+2 vs emotion effects) | CMD 19 | Init +2| Perc +6 | SM +0| Dragon's Challenge 1/1 | Tactician 1/1

"My code prevents me from leaving him to his fate," Jens grumbles, quickly pulling on his gambeson and boots - the was no telling what one could step on underground, after all, and the quilted coat would be better protection than nothing. To Voren, he adds, strapping on his shield, "It would appear our noble friend has decided to make his own way. So naturally, we have to find the fool."

He hefts his shield arm, testing the weight on his tired muscles, buckles on his sword belt, and pulls a torch from his pack. "So who's searching, and who's staying behind?"

Jens won't put his armour on, as that's 4 minutes we shouldn't be wasting. If Alice wants to treat a gambeson as padded armour, that's great, but I'm assuming his regular and flat-footed AC are lowered by 5.


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

Osric stirs and hears Jens' comments:

"We should make haste, but let's not assume poor Mr. Gwerm is so foolish as to make his own way. We must consider the possibility that he's sold us out. In any event, we must not split up. I vote we gather our things and get on the move. If we find him, that would be nice. I would certainly not count on being able to return here."

I have no idea if any of this is true, but Osric is the suspicious type.


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

Seeing no immediate sign of struggle OR Gwerm, Flynn grabs his pack and ties his armor to it.
" I agree with Jens. We should make haste. Though I've no love for the fool, I gave him my word that I would protect him."
With that he heads back outside the temple.
"Aurica? Can you track him?"
Current HP 5, current AC 12


Dwarf Hunter 3 * AC 20 - CMD 17 * HP: 24/24 * F+4, R+7, W+3 (modifiers apply) * Per +8, Init +3, Stealth +4
Austru mini-stats:
AC 22/15/17 | HP 15/15 | Per +9

Aurica stirs at the commotion and Reknar's hand on her shoulder. She listens grimly to his explanation and rolls onto her feet, knuckling at her eyes.

"On bare stone?" she answers Flynn unhappily. "I can try, but a cavern floor don't exactly take tracks well."

Cloak quickly unrolled, re-donned-- she fights a yawn as she shoulders her pack in swift, practiced motions.

"Sold us out? To who? He wouldn't know where to go any more'n we do," she says with knit brows over the foolishness of Gwerm going off on his own. "Flynn, did he take a torch? He can't see in this dark-- that'll slow him, at least."

As the others get their gear ready to go and presumably wake Anevia and Aravashnial, Aurica slips outside the temple to do a quick circuit around the temple, checking for any signs of their 'friend'.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Survival to track: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

" I don't remember a torch, but could be wrong."
Frowning He asks
" Could he have been possessed by that undead we fought? I never checked for evil in our group...."


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren nods at Jens. He scrambles to put his robes back on. Ayne climbs up his leg and comes out his hood, returning to her perch on the tiefling's shoulder. He gathers his equipment and moves to wake Anevia and Aravashnial. He makes this point, "I still don't have my spells. Not enough time has passed. Horgus might have gone to area where the ground starts to slope upwards. Aurica, Jens, and I noticed it while searching for water."


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2
Osric Barnesdale wrote:

Osric stirs and hears Jens' comments:

"We should make haste, but let's not assume poor Mr. Gwerm is so foolish as to make his own way. We must consider the possibility that he's sold us out. In any event, we must not split up. I vote we gather our things and get on the move. If we find him, that would be nice. I would certainly not count on being able to return here."

I have no idea if any of this is true, but Osric is the suspicious type.

Reknar ponders Osric's words - "I agree - we cannot be sure if he just up and left, or was somehow whisked away. As for having 'sold us out'..." - his thought trails away as Aurica voices exactly what's in his mind.

Aurica Firehand wrote:
"Sold us out? To who? He wouldn't know where to go any more'n we do," she says with knit brows over the foolishness of Gwerm going off on his own.

"Exactly my thoughts" - he puts in - "And guys, please keep in mind that we've got a safe place to rest here - I am all in favour of searching Horgus, but whomever goes should return here for the remainder of the night, and catch some real 'Zs'. I say me, Jens, Aurica and Osric head out - the rest secure the perimeter and wait. If we are not back within the hour, lock the place and remain as safe as possible" - he adds.

We've got two CLW pots - Reknar will surely down one if he is going to tag along. And maybe Jens or Osric should do the same.


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

" A good plan Reknar. Save, I gave my word to protect Gwerm. I cannot in good conscience remain behind when he may be in danger. "
Looking at his hands, he frowns a bit.
" Alas we have not rested long enough for Iomedae to return my healing gift. Remember tho, water is limited and staying here is not an option. "


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

"We shouldn't all go" - Reknar ponders, then smiles - "If you've got to, you've got to - I'll stay back here" - he states.


The news of Horgus' disappearance causes Aravashnial to sigh in disappointment, and he quickly rolls back over to try and get back to sleep. "He'll be back soon enough," he vaguely waves you off with a yawn. "He's a fool and a pompous ass, but he doesn't have a death wish. Certainly..."

Anevia, however, takes the news worse; she sighs in disgust and rolls her eyes. "That idiot," she hisses, "he just can't accept when people are trying to make amends with him!" Though she offers to come scout out and find him, she's no doubt encouraged to remain behind, and does so--albeit begrudgingly.

Upon heading outside, Aurica is able to pick up what she presumes is Horgus' bootprints in some soft dirt heading out of the stony cavern back towards the area you awoke in. The trail is faint, and difficult to follow, but you know from experience that it's a one-way route this way as a result of the many cave-ins (excepting that snake den, of course). Though perhaps unarmoured and certainly fighting back tiredness, a small group follows the route back, searching begrudgingly for the stubborn old noble who had disappeared.

Back past the remains of the fly corpses - only the huecuva and skeleton bones remain, having no value to the rats that had cleaned up the mess. Back past where Voren had put a snake to sleep - it seems to have moved on since you were last here. Back past a den of cockroaches - the corpses remain where you slayed them, not yet picked up by scavengers. All the way back to the first cavern, back to the initial pile of rubble and poor, crushed people unable to be saved by Terendelev's merciful magics.

You see Horgus from across the cavern, for he's illuminated by a small chunk of crystal pried from the wall of the shrine cave. He doesn't seem to notice you--instead, he's busy leafing through the rubble, tossing bits of stone or broken planks of wood over his shoulder and muttering to himself.


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

Osric, whose sense of duty helped motivate him despite his reservations, takes in the scene and whispers to his companions:

"Do we confront him, or wait to see what he's looking for?"


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

So, are all six of us in the Horgus rounding party?


male human Paladin of Iomedae 1,
stats:
Hp:12/12, Ac:17T:10Ff:17, F:+4,R:+0,W:+4,Init:+0,Perc:+3

" Thank you Reknar. I will take you up on that. He left during my watch after all."
-----------------
" I'm not sure Osric. What could he be looking for, I wonder?"
Flynn whispers frowning in concentration as he tries to see.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12


Male Human Inquisitor 2 | HP 17/17 | AC 18 T 13 FF 15 | Saves: F: +4 R: +3 W: +5 | CMD: 16 | Init: +5 Percep: +7 | SM: +8

Osric takes a closer look at the goings-on.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20


Only whoever wanted to go is there. It's up to you Voren.

It's not really possible to determine what exactly he's looking for, being that Horgus hasn't actually found anything. Osric can vaguely hear him muttering things like "No..." and "Where the hell...", but that's hardly useful either. He seems pretty engrossed in his task.


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 27/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2
Voren the Outsider wrote:
So, are all six of us in the Horgus rounding party?

Well, Reknar is staying back at the temple with our charges.

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