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What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

1 Abadius 4709

"A new year, a new beginning.", Garavel had said when he decided to set out on New Year's Day. The imposing man lead the small caravan as it wound its way away from Solku and to where he said Almah was camped.

None of you have met the expedition's leader yet, but you've all been drawn, in one way or another, by her promises of wealth, freedom, or adventure. When asked what was needed of you to complete the job, Garavel simply responded "Lethal force.", and had left it at that.

Garavel is a tall, dark-skinned native Katapeshian with a trimmed beard and a lantern jaw. He wears a plain white keffiyah to keep away the heat and to conceal the chainmail he wears underneath. In the three days that you have known him, you have never seen him more than five feet from the scimitar that he nearly always keeps at his thigh. The four men he's brought with him are all wearing very few pieces of clothing due to the heat, but have all brought both armor and weapons with them in their saddlebags. Most of them are pretty beefy men, and you've gathered their names to be Abbud, Darwish, Ishaq, and Nayif.

The day is hot as the eleven camels of Garavel, his four enforcers, and the six men and women he had hired travel across the sands. It will take awhile to reach Almah's caravan, according to the men. That's good, because it will take awhile to numb your lower halves to the slow soreness of camel-riding for long periods of time.

Alright guys, establishing post time :D


male Dwarf Inquistor 6 Initiative: +5 (roll twice) ; Perception +12, Darkvision AC: 20 FF 18 T 14 HP 60/60; CMD: 19; CMB: 7 Wil: +8 Ref: +4 Fort: +8 (All saves at +5 vs. Magic and poison +1 for each ajacent ally)

Lethal Force, yeah Angmar had lethal Force. Any Gnoll who's skull had ever been split in two by his greataxe could attest to plenty of lethal force.

Maybe soon this useless camel would get a taste of lethal force but for now the tall Dwarf with the shrieking red hair only cursed it in that odd guttural speech of his. Besides the striking red hair and beard this one was a fairly typical specimen of a Katapeshi Dwarf. He wore the wide white robes typical of the local desert Dwellers, but underneath he was equipped with good Dwarven steel. His temper as witnessed by his love to his camel also seemed as heated as that of a son of Katapesh and his dark brown skin appeared almost leathery from layers upon layers of sunburn.

The Dwarf didn't seem very talkative however, actually he had only mustered a few words of common up until now. When he talked he talked to himself or his camel and only in Dwarven. What drove him out to the desert no one knew. But to him it was a very important mission, a mission to recover a long lost friend.


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Surrounded by sand and blistering heat, one would have thought it to be too much to handle, but not for Apollo!

Having lived and worked in Katapesh for a good portion of his life, often hiking miles to see his family, Apollo had grown somewhat accustomed to the climate.

Apollo looks at those travelling with him, before thinking to himself; I'm sure this will be an interesting adventure. The majority of us are human, with one Dwarf riding Camel and two races I haven't ever come across, which is surprising considering my familiarity with the strange and obscure within Katapesh. One looks Elven, but the other is a mystery.

The dark haired man then looks down to his three foot tall Lizard friend, walking beside him.

Sorry little buddy. I would have had you riding up here with me, but those tiny arms of yours prevent you from holding onto things!

Apollo laughs a little, as the Lizard looks up at him, confused, before focusing ahead once again, desperately trying to keep up with the Camel's speed of transport.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Dmitri didn't really have to worry about sunburn. His long white hair blocked and reflected the worst of it from his neck. As for the rest of his body, he was draped in his usual regal clothing. A coat over his black breastplate.

Mind you, the breastplate was hot to the touch, but, all the more reason to not touch it. The ride was arduous, long, and rather humble, in the worst of ways. Fortunately for Dmitri, took note of the women most notable on the venture.

Of all things, a drow, which Dmitri had only seen a few times. He was well aware that his church took part in some serious debauchery, so the occasional drow did show up. He took a liking to them, of course, as most were as charismatic as they were exotic. A defining trait, to be sure.

He touched the tip of his scythe as it hung down beside him. It was scalding to the touch in this sun, which was lovely to him.

He thought about the comments of lethal force, and the grin that covered his face was easy to see by all. He wondered about this leader they spoke so much of. After all, he was one to be lead, especially if the woman had charisma~


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

Koritylija is dressed in the loose clothing of the Katapeshi folk, considering she is more familiar with it than she is with the manner of dress of her own people, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Her camel spit, and so did she, clearing the taste of its stink and the bits of wind-blown sand from her mouth.

At least it smells better than all these men. Her own joke caused her to smirk, but anyone looking at her would think her sneer just got bigger.

So, all I gotta do is kill stuff, and I'll be free. I wish I was given this deal a long time ago, I'd have already filled my part. She looks at those with her, only one other woman, and a slip of a girl at that. At least the pig of men would go for the girl before they would try something stupid with her. She decides she might just keep an eye on the little thing just in case.

She decides to draw and sharpen her new blade. To think these fools not only offered her freedom, but they equipped her as well. She was used to scraps of torn leathers, and when she was lucky she got a cudgel over a crude stick of a club before. She draws her whetstone, prepares to spit, but instead provokes the camel while holding the stone out.

Maybe it wasn't the best of plans, it just seemed like a good idea at the time, but other than than the foul spit on her arm she did get some on the stone. With it moistened enough, she begins to sharpen her blade, stone and reins held in one hand. Besides the grinding of the stone, there is an accompanying soft jingle as the nine rings sway back and forth with each stoke of the blade, and each swaying step of her mount.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Spells prepared:
0-level:Create Water, Detect Magic,Flare, Resistance
1st level:Cure Light Wounds, Speak with Animals
Domain:Magic Stone

Keth is wearing nothing but his basic clothing, armor, and weapon as that was all that seemed necessary to him, mainly because the heat never seemed to bother him much due to rocky complexion or as he though strange skin condition. He pets his camel as he rides and looks around at the others.

Most of this party seems to be human Except the Drow and the Dwarf, Glad I fit in with the majority. Keth smiles at this for having forgotten the first few decades of his life he believes that he is a 22 year old human and he has an explanation for almost everything that makes him different from humans. However somethings are just a mystery to him and other things he believes that everyone can do.

Being rather bored on this long trip Keth decides to cast Speak with Animals and communicate with his camel.

And how might you be doing on this fine day Lothar, are you enjoying your self?


Camel

Lothar stops, being surprised and confused on why he could suddenly understand the stranger that was riding upon his back. After a moment he starts back up walking deciding to just accept what is happening as that being what he has done his whole life.

Umm... Uh... Lothar is fine... What is enjoying?


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth laughs a little enjoying Lothar's confusion.

Enjoying means... to... be happy, with what you are doing.


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

Kori looks at the man grunting back and forth to his camel, before speaking up. "You, camel-talker! If you want to grunt with the camels, tell this one to walk straight. It's an annoying beast." At that she jerks the reins to get it back on track. The beast bellows its discontent before craning its neck around again to spit at her. Kori huffs angrily and spits back at it.


Camel

oh

Lothar thinks for a few moments before responding

Lothar is alright, with what Lothar is doing

Lothar nods feeling proud of him self


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth smiles again happy to be distracted. After a moment he looks up to The Drow that shouted at him and shouts back.

Maybe If you would treat him more gently he wouldn't tease you. You are holding the reins with both hands right?


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

She holds up the blade she is sharpening in her right hand, and uses it to point towards the other hand holding the reins and whetstone. She shakes her head like he doesn't quite get it. "Treat it gentle! Bah! Stupid beast has a simple job, walk with the others. If it can't handle that, then what good is it? Nevermind. I don't want your camel words, not if you're going to pamper the smelly thing."

Stupid man-folk, good for nothing but soothing camels. If he wants to waste time soothing camels, he can do it at night while we sleep. She lets out a derisive snort, which very few but those she has spent the most time with would recognize as a chuckle, and again her sneer grows.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth lets out a sigh and shakes his head feeling sad of how ungrateful some people can be.

There's your problem you're probably scaring him by swinging your blade around recklessly, and besides if his job is so simple why don't you do it your self, I'm sure that he would much prefer not to have to lug you around everywhere.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Dmitri chuckled at the display. He'd seen his share of druids do various things. Move the earth, call lightning, move orbs of fire, but eh.. Talking to camels was a new one. He also happened to take note of the Drow's stunning belligerence. It bordered on Sadism, which was delightful to him.

"I say, this is most amusing to spectate. By chance, miss Koritylija, would you happen to know how much longer it will be before we meet this, 'Almah' person?"

He let the words fly casually and in a respectful tone. He knew enough about Kori to know of her heated temper, which, all the same, he considered a great quality.

Then again, there weren't that many female qualities he didn't find wonderful.


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Looking to the Drow woman, Apollo speaks up.

That Camel you're riding....it probably just wants a hug!

Apollo smirks slightly.

My one's fine, and it's got more reason to worry, what with a dinosaur walking beside it. He's a good boy though.

This elf woman...she's not very graceful considering the reputation of standard elves, but then again she is a different colour. I guess she's a different breed or something.


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

She looks around at all the other camels, bearing either pack loads or the other people. "What? It has it easy. Other than the waif," she points at Sabeen "I am probably the lightest load here. The beast should be lucky to only have to carry me. Animals are like children, they just need to be shown who's in charge. This is best done with a crop, for both of them."

She looks over to the man speaking to her. His white hair is quite nice, despite being absolutely wasted on a non-drow. "Don't spit my proper name with your crude tongue. You humans just call me Kori. it's much simpler for you to blurt out of your fat lips. I don't know when we meet anyone. I'm just here to kill my way to freedom." She looks at the odd man askance, not sure how to interpret his almost obvious pleasure at her berating tone to him.

Dmitri, you threw me off. I had to go back and see what I missed. My wife's name is Alma. So when you mentioned 'Almah', I was like "Wait, what?" Until I went back and read the first post by the GM. Also, hope you don't mind, but I took a little leeway with assuming Dmitri would feel comforted by being talked down to by Kori.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Oh you have no idea.

He grinned at the authority. He and this "Kori" would easily get along. Their mindsets were rather similar when it came to his hierarchy. Still, it was improper to speak a ladies name, no matter how belligerent, partially. Besides, hers seemed to... just roll off. Exquisite.

Oh ho! My dear woman, I do believe you and I will get along just fine. Both in merry conversation and... hopefully... He chuckled a bit. In the decadence of combat...

[i]The amount of pure delight in that last sentence may have been a bit much, but the only person that could have registered anything from it was Kori herself.

Also, druid, what of you? What do you know of this Almah? He asked with an entirely different, sullen tone.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth smiles at the humor of Apollo and decides to ignore Koritylija's obviously sadist comment.

Keth decided that sense this trip would obviously take a long time that he would try to be friendly with some of the people.

The fact that that Apollo owns an animal shows that he is caring in some way right? He is probably going to be the easiest to make friends with anyway.

Hey you, your name is Apollo right? I like you, you have a good sense of humor.


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Looking to the Druid, Apollo smiles.

Ha, that it is! You overhear Garavel mention my name?

The dark haired man looks to the Druid's Camel.

You'll have to teach me how to speak "pleurgh, pleurgh, spit" one day. That camel you have there must have a few complaints carrying you. In fact, they all must!

Apollo chuckles.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth turns to Dmitri and thinks for a moment. Not much really probably just the same that you know.

Keth turns back to Apollo smiling. Yeah he did say the our names rather loudly. Keth grins. I'm not sure that's something I can teach you, and most camels that have kind masters. Keth says this a little louder and flashes a glance at the Drow. Don't mind carrying stuff or people because their body is built strong enough to handle it.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

The group's loud conversation continues as the day rolls by. Being wintertime, the temperature is very comfortable during the daytime, but descends into bone-chilling numbness soon after dark. To accommodate for this, Garavel has purchased three tents for those he hired.

It only takes a few hours for the sun to dip over the horizon, and the caravan quickly makes its way to the nearest oasis.

The procession pulls up to the oasis, this one simply a pool of water 5 feet across and 3 feet deep at its deepest, within a shallow depression in the sands.

Nighttime!


male Dwarf Inquistor 6 Initiative: +5 (roll twice) ; Perception +12, Darkvision AC: 20 FF 18 T 14 HP 60/60; CMD: 19; CMB: 7 Wil: +8 Ref: +4 Fort: +8 (All saves at +5 vs. Magic and poison +1 for each ajacent ally)

Angmar had hoped for the Druid to speak to his camel so it would to stop misbehaving but it seemed he was busy babbling with the odd elf and the guy with the pet dragon. They all semed suspicious characters at best, but Angmar reminded himself he had to keep an open mind on his mission, with no other Dwarves around it wasn't going to be easy.
At least there was one girl that seemed nice enough, at least she wasn't babbling constantly, a pleasant trait for a human.
When it came to nighttime Angmar quickly began to set up the tents and laid himself to rest. Camel riding got on his buttocks and tomorow would see more of the same.


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Apollo laughs out loud to himself, in response to the Druid's comments regarding the dark skinned elven woman.

I didn't catch your name, Apollo said looking at the Druid, leaning over with a fist held out towards the Druid, though in a very relaxed and friendly manner.

As the group arrives at the small Oasis, Apollo crouches down next to his dinosaur and pulls out his waterskin.

Here ya go, buddy. Best to stay hydrated around here, heh.

He pours the water down his Dinosaur friends throat, then heads over to the Oasis where he has a drink himself and then refills his waterskin.

Turning back to the group, he see's that the Dwarf has set up the groups tents for the night and thanked him, before the Dwarf went to bed.

Druid! the man said with an optimistic tone. It seems we'll be sharing tents tonight. I don't mind sharing with you, so long as you're fine with my little friend Nom here.

Apollo gets out his Bedroll, lays it down inside the tent, and uses his Canvas as a blanket.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Despite the bulk of it, the rest of the group would be surprised to see that the only thing he took off was his lavish coat and gloves. He had decided to room in whatever tent Koritylija had. As he removed his coat, it was easy to see what Damien's occupation was.

Plenty of different kinds of scars were on his arms. Well over 50, but all suddle, and not bulbous. They went from his hands to his shoulders, but an undershirt hid the rest of his body. They seemed to have been made from piercing and slashing alike, but there were no bruises. Some cuts were long, and some were short, but none were too unsightly.

He laid wherever was most comfortable. His hardy nature allowed him to be well-rested just about anywhere, and well-prepared should they come under assault which was likely in places like these. His scythe was no more than 2 feet away, whether it was near another person or not.

As he laid there, he couldn't help but be curious towards the drow.

"Tell me, Koritylija, what brings a lovely creature such as yourself into a situation like this?"


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Keth smirks at the laughter and locks arms in a friendly gesture as that being what he would do with his friends back home. Keth, you should call me Keth.

Upon reaching the oasis Keth dismounts and thanks his camel with a nice sympathetic pat. Keth's head perks up when Apollo calls him.

Huh oh yeah that's fine, I'd be happy to become acquainted with Nom

Keth smiles as he leads his camel to the water, removing his gear from the camel he heads to the tent. Keth unpacks his gear and gets ready for bed.

I wonder what could have caused that man to have so many scars, he must be an expirenced fighter ill be sure to not get on his nevers, although he doesn't seem like to bad of a guy.

Keth dozes off to the warmth of his bed roll satisfied with his progress of the day gradually falling asleep.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Alright, I s'pose Sabeen and Angmar are sleeping together.

As the first rays of sunshine crest a far-away dune, Garavel is already up-and-about, donning his light chain and strapping weapons to himself. He yells, "Alright, first light, everyone up!" and one by one, the group emerges from their tents with varying levels of rapidity.

2 Abadius 4709

The second day of the expedition sees much overland progress, as dune after dune is conquered. Garavel ahead of the group, having grown tired of hearing the bickering so close up, while the mercenaries he'd hired huddle together to play a quiet gambling game.

The hours pass by uneventfully. Garavel assures you that you'll be arriving at the Sultan's Claw, Almah's camping place, later during the day.


Female Human Witch 1

The last member of the hired group is as small as some of the others are large.

A tiny human woman, heavily tanned with wavy, messy-brown hair she spends most of the journey just watching, sitting perched up high on her camel like a throne. She eagerly takes in the sights (such as they are) and the rest of the caravaners, although she mostly laughs nervously at any attempt at conversation. Her gaze shifts mostly between Koritylija and Apollo's dinosaur with whom she seems equally fascinated.

As soon as the caravan comes to a stop she bounces down from the camel, full of energy and pats her camel.

I will call you camel-y.

From ground level she appears no bigger, several inches short of 5 and a half feet, and her flowing brown-yellow robes trail nearly to the ground hiding her sandaled feet. Slung across her back is a tattered backpack that looks on the verge of falling to pieces and a heavily worn small crossbow.

As the camp is set, she doesn't stint on the chores, collecting what scraps can be found for the fire. As she wanders around she seems to be singing to herself although as she gets close enough to be heard her words seem to be nonsense (or at least no language anyone has ever heard).

As she settles in to sleep she mutters to noone in particular. Here we are. The beginning and the end. What fun.

-------------------------------------------------------

In the morning Angmar wakes to the sight of the tiny woman staring at him. She giggles and darts out of the tent, eager to depart.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Coming out of the tent, Mavis walks out to the sound of a giggling woman who he'd somehow manage to look over. He stretches a bit, revealing tiny scars on his abdomen.

Dmitri's scars were interesting in that he didn't have any on his face, mostly as a result of restorative magic he loved so much.

He put on his upper layer of clothing, making sure to hide the scars on his arms in most situations, also putting on his gloves. He sums up the woman in one look. He extends a hand and properly bows in her general direction once he has her attention.

Pleased to meet you, my name is Dmitri. He says softly and properly.


Female Human Witch 1

Sabeen looks up at Dmitri gravely for a few moments.

I am Sabeen. Most of the time that is. Sah-bean like the vegetable. Although I'm not. A vegetable.

She looks at his scars and an intense look of compassion forms on her face.

You must hurt all the time.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

The scars actually don't hurt Dmitri all that much. Though they do occasionally feel sore, and the occasional burning sensation tingles to him. It's nothing he doesn't enjoy, or didn't inflict upon himself. Half of the scars are "Apologies" to Lilith herself for Dmitri not having the ability to enforce her laws.

He considers the pity a sense of understanding towards him, enjoying the idea of it. He grins a bit, tightening the gloves to his hands and adjusting his coat to better hide the scars.

"Oh not as much as you might think. Truly they only actually sting if I move alot, but it's nothing I can't bear, or don't enjoy. Pain is, after all, weakness leaving the body."

he grinned and lowered his head, pulling up one of his coat arms to look at them. He couldn't think of how many times he'd dragged his own scythe across his body in shame. Each of these scars was an atonement.

While still looking at the scars, "Women shouldn't see this kind of thing." He says, putting his coat back down and looking at her.

"I'll try to see to it that you don't get any of them." He says with an assuring tone and a smile.


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

The night before...

As they settle in, and prepare their sleeping arrangements, Kori is again a little unnerved by the pleasure the Dmitri fellow gets at her anger. He stays close enough to her, and even decides to share her tent, that she begins to feel he may be as hard to be rid of as a tick would. When she sees his scars, she appears briefly to understand. This man must have been as unruly a slave as I was. Maybe he has a fighting spirit. He must think that we slaves should stay in the same tent.

She also has scars, but not many of them are visible from under the armor she sleeps in. She levels a simple sentence back at the man, "Quit trying to spin your honeyed words. With these new masters I now sleep with my blade. Try anything uninvited and I will gut you." ignoring him further, she goes to sleep, her muscles sore from the stupid beast she had to ride.

In the morning...

Kori exits the tent, catching the waif talking to Dmitri. "Girl, if you invite this man to you, I care not. But if any of them come to you by force, tell me and I will split them from groin to throat." She levels a look at Dmitri, content that either his control or her threat kept him from touching her during the night.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

After he's done bowing he hears Kori come out as her usual self. Though he entirely enjoys her presence. She reminds him of some of her previous acquaintances at his church. He turns after he finishes, and throws a look her way as finishes her delightful threats.

"I trust you slept well, Koritylija?" He says with a respectful tone, nodding in her direction.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Spells Prepared:
0-level:Create Water, Detect Magic,Flare, Resistance
1st level:Cure Light Wounds, Cloak of Shade
Domain:Magic Stone

Keth yawns loudly and stretches his arms in his bedroll as he awakes, he realizes that he is inside his bedroll just before ripping it and stops himself. Keth quickly gets out of the tent so that he can attempt to fully stretch again before going back in to pack up his gear and re-equip himself. If anyone happen to be paying attention to Keth as he was stretching, they would have noticed that he seemed to have a very rough backside as if someone had whipped a rock enough times that it became damaged in some way.

As Keth leaves his tent he notices that the small woman had decided to be a little more sociable today and as far as he could tell she seemed to be enjoying herself.

After gathering all of his things from the tent Keth heads over to Lothar and situates his gear back onto the camel with another pat of compassion, after this he heads back to his tent and shakes it to wake up Apollo.

Apollo, it's time to get ready! Keth smiles hoping that he gave his new friend a slight scare.


Female Human Witch 1
Dmitri Mavis wrote:

The scars actually don't hurt Dmitri all that much. Though they do occasionally feel sore, and the occasional burning sensation tingles to him. It's nothing he doesn't enjoy, or didn't inflict upon himself. Half of the scars are "Apologies" to Lilith herself for Dmitri not having the ability to enforce her laws.

He considers the pity a sense of understanding towards him, enjoying the idea of it. He grins a bit, tightening the gloves to his hands and adjusting his coat to better hide the scars.

"Oh not as much as you might think. Truly they only actually sting if I move alot, but it's nothing I can't bear, or don't enjoy. Pain is, after all, weakness leaving the body."

he grinned and lowered his head, pulling up one of his coat arms to look at them. He couldn't think of how many times he'd dragged his own scythe across his body in shame. Each of these scars was an atonement.

While still looking at the scars, "Women shouldn't see this kind of thing." He says, putting his coat back down and looking at her.

"I'll try to see to it that you don't get any of them." He says with an assuring tone and a smile.

I didn't mean on the outside, the woman says serenely.

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Kori wrote:
Kori exits the tent, catching the waif talking to Dmitri. "Girl, if you invite this man to you, I care not. But if any of them come to you by force, tell me and I will split them from groin to throat." She levels a look at Dmitri, content that either his control or her threat kept him from touching her during the night.

Sabeen seems to think the drow's warning is hilarious but gives her a wide and endearing smile.

Oh I am fine thank you. Your skin is so pretty. Did you spill some ink on it?


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Yea, yea grumbles Apollo, who is a light sleeper anyway and not easy to startle.

Apollo mumbles something under his breath before getting up and packing his things away. So much for a lie in, haha.

Apollo gets up, gear in hand and leaves the tent to pack his gear back onto the camel.

As he does this, Nom comes bounding out of the tent, hopping along to the small patch of water the Oasis provides, jumping up and snapping his teeth at the passing Dragonflies.

Another fine, sunny and bright day today. I don't get tired of this climate., Apollo says to himself.

Looking to Keth, Apollo asks What brings you to this adventure?


Angmar snors sonourusly through the night as he awakens and finds the small human woman starring at him he scratches his beard.

[bold]What's so funny laddy? Never seen no naked Dwarf before?"[/bold]

As the woman rushes back out he wonders what is driving the poor girl mad. Then he get's dressed, meaing he gets his armor back on. And exits the tent.


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

Kori gives Dmitri a sideways look as he continues to use her full name. She decides he's only doing it to bother her, and just sneers at his morning greeting.

To Sabeen she corrects, "I don't care if you're fine. I don't say this to protect you, I don't even know you, you are only a human. I say it because any man that acts that way deserves a violent death. Yes, my skin is pretty, and out of the blasted sun in the cold lightless Darklands it looks even prettier. It comes from being the most powerful race in this world, not ink you simple child."

It's likely that only Dmitri, with his attention so fixed on Kori, noticed that her response to the girl wasn't with her usual anger. Hidden within it was justice, pride, and maybe even a slight touch of gratitude over the compliment.

She walks over to her mount, stands with her hands on her hips and tells it what for. "Look, stupid beast," as if the others naming theirs helped her decide that that was the name of hers, "I don't like you. Do your damn job, and I won't hit you." She grabs it by the bridle to force it to look her in the eye. It lets out a loud GRAAAAUUGH, and tries to spit at her. She was waiting for it, and moved aside, then spit at it. She hopes her show of authority will make it behave, and climbs into the saddle for the day.

Kori's ready whenever you want to move along. Though I imagine there will be some more getting to know each other talk. It tends to dominate the first 50-ish posts, the whole group figuring out their opinions of each of the other members.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

The sun beats down heavily as the expedition resumes. The dynamic here is strange, with Dmitri staring admiringly at a Kori, who is scowling at Keth, who is chatting with Apollo about animals, who questions Angmar about his impressive ginger beard.

Sabeen quietly occupies herself on her camel, nearby.

A few hours into the voyage, Garavel pulls his camel back and trots into the main group of people. "Alright, people. We're gonna arrive at Almah's caravan within a few hours. I want you to be on your best behavior. Remember that she is a offering you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Then he looks between each of the members' faces, gauging how they took that, and silently rides back to the head of the procession.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Prior

Dmitri does, in fact, notice the sound of pride in her voice. It sounded... fallen. It had a hint in it that she used to place herself on a higher pedestal above others, and frankly, still does. Yet another fine trait. He watches as she argues with the camel again, while also noting that she treats sabeen with absolute respect despite her silliness.

He goes and grabs his own camel, making sure to pull it rather close to Kori. He feels a bit bemused. For a moment he enjoys the sight of her, but would enjoy it more if she actually enjoyed his presence as well.

"Koritylija..."

He knows it offends her, but he's not allowed to say a woman's partial name.

"I'm well aware that you believe that I say your full name to get on your nerves, and I do apologize if it does, but I assure you that that's not why I do it. Growing up, I was taught to respect all women of all the races, whether most considered them savory or not. However, I believe I should apologize in a way you may better enjoy."

He walks up to within 5 feet of her. Surprisingly enough, he was taller than her by 5 inches, so he must have been imposing, at least. This wasn't the first time he'd sought someone's favor like this.

"I would very much prefer it if you vented your frustrations towards me, if you have any, and I invite you to hit me."

He outstretched his body and locked his eyes with hers, waiting for whatever blow she would dish out. He'd prefer face, if at all possible, and wouldn't try to avoid in the slightest. It would be insane, if he didn't actually enjoy this sort of thing.

He's been hit in the crotch enough times not to care anymore.

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At this point, Dmitri sort of laughs at the "once in a lifetime opportunity" bit, letting his perverse nature slip for a moment. At this point, he's merely ready to meet this Almah.

As the camels trot, he looks over at Sabeen, waving her to come over. No sense in a woman being beaten by the sun in poor company, no?


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Hearing the darkened, aggressive and masochistic flirting going on around him, Apollo lightly jests; If you'd like, I'll hit you in the face with my Hammer. At least it'll lessen the flirting around here.....for a while at least.

Apollo nods as Garavel looks around.

Not a problem. As long as Almah leads me to the Carrion King, I'm happy.

Man, I feel sick, Apollo says out loud while shaking his head.


male Dwarf Inquistor 6 Initiative: +5 (roll twice) ; Perception +12, Darkvision AC: 20 FF 18 T 14 HP 60/60; CMD: 19; CMB: 7 Wil: +8 Ref: +4 Fort: +8 (All saves at +5 vs. Magic and poison +1 for each ajacent ally)

Aint used to the desert are ye boy? Angmar grumps in the direction of Apollo.

Then the Dwarf draws forth a bowl raises it hi to the sun and down to the ground and as he passes it to the young human it is filled with cool and fresh water.

Should help wit de sickness! the Dwarf offers as he makes his way to his camel.


Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

It's not the climate that makes me feel ill. It's the way those two flirt that sickens me.

Apollo smirks.

I've grown up in the hot savannah's around here, making a living for myself and working in Katapesh for some time. Keep your water. You'll need it more than I, though I appreciate the offer.

Apollo holds out his arm.

The name's Apollo by the way. Yours is?


Female Drow Urban Pugilist Barbarian 3/Battle Oracle 2 (AC: 21 [T: 14 /FF: 18] +1 dodge w/ crowd control ; HP: 55/55 [Rage 65/65] 0 NL; F+5, R+5, W+8 (+10 vs Enchantment); Init: +3 x2; Perc: +10)

Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Kori is a little baffled by this man wanting her to hit him, but thinks he wants it and will enjoy it. He must not be thinking clearly, expecting her to slap him like some royal priss pretending to be offended at his advances. She is almost set against it, refusing if he will like it, but then the human they call Apollo decides to provoke her by calling it flirting. "I'm not flirting with this stupid human!" She balls up an angry fist and swings it at Dmitri's ready form. She avoids the face, though, slugging him hard in the shoulder.

Controlled Rage (Str only), Improved unarmed strike 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Lol, you asked for it, crit threat, 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 lethal damage, if it's a crit add 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
lethal damage.

After she hits him, she scowls at him, before adding, "Fine! Call me by my full name if your gonna be stubborn about it."

Sorry, Dmitri, but you did ask a pugilist Barbarian to hit you, and wouldn't avoid it.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Mother of god.
Prior

Dmitri has been hit by plenty of women in his lifetime. The casual slaps were one thing, but most of them immediately apologized. Not this Koritylija, however. The sound of dislocated shoulder was apparent to pretty much anyone within ear shot, and was certainly, exquisitely painful. It was honestly a miracle that his collar bone held, but that's just a testament to his past.

He took the blow and his right side of his body span back, amused at the force. Surprised, also, but no look of pain was on his face despite the fact he was sure the bruise that was going to form would likely show up in the near future.

I'd expected nothing less... he says with a surprised, passive grin on his face. He had a wicked bit of glee in his eye at the pain, but that was only apparent to Kori. He looked at her, rather happy with the situation.

He stood, firmly grasping his shoulder. The sound of him popping it back into place may as well have echoed through the entire camp.

[ooc]Resetting shoulder 1d20 ⇒ 16

Yes... He savored the sensation of his blood getting back in order. I do believe, miss Koritylija... He said as he span his arm, making sure it was in working condition. ...that you and I shall make a great team in the future. I sincerely apologize. He bowed, putting 1 arm over his heart and extending the other out

After he was done bowing, he realized that the outer bits of pain were nowhere near as bad as the internal damage that punch must have caused, so he immediately reared his camel and started to another bit of camp, waving goodbye.

His ribs were sore, despite the shoulder blow, but they would likely heal in the future. It hurt to breathe, too. He coughed a bit, which also hurt, and noticed that a bit of blood had found it's way to his mouth. He grinned as he rode off, happy with the turn of events.

Dmitri's health: 2/16
Thank god for backup diehard

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Human Ranger [Beast Master] 4/Fighter [2-Handed] 1 | AC: 21/18/13 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +2 | Init: +2 [+2 in Desert] -[HP: 33/35], [Nom: 19/23]-
Skills:
| Perc: +7 [+2 in Desert] | Hand.Animal: 9/11 l Kn.Nat: 4 l Survival: 6 [+2 desert/+1 track] l Intimidate: 9 l Ride: 7 I

Hearing the crunch of bone as it dislocated, Apollo winced.

Ah, I guess he did ask for it. The things people do to prove a point..., he whispered.

That probably hurt more than he's letting on!


Angmar Firefox the Dwarf replies calmly as he sips from his cup.

Be friendly!

That one there... he's truly mad... the Dwarf manages with a half smile in the direction of Apollo.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

Earlier...

Keth dozes off a few times in the morning while the day progresses only to jolt back up from almost losing his balance.

I'm sorry Apollo I seemed to have dozed off, you asked why i was adventuring? Well I was fleeing from past... endeavors when i heard of this quest and decided it would function well as a get away.

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Keth watched the white haired man discuss with the Drow silently

That man must enjoy pain seeing how he pretty much asked for it.

As Keth watched the situation unfold he mutters to himself. The lengths that that man will go to get what he really wants.

Keth pauses a moment and then grins widely If he enjoys pain then taking it from him, for the good of his health of course, would make him frustrated. Sounds fun.

After collecting his composure Keth heads up towards Dmitri.

Hey, white haired man. He shouted, ahead of himself. What did you say your name was?


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Dmitri wiped more blood out of the corner of his mouth as the camels trotted forward. He looked the Oread over, noting his earthy features. At this point in time, Dmitri's arm felt as if it were ablaze as the blood in it tried to figure out where it needed to be.

He rotated his shoulder to wrench out some of the pain, which hurt tremendously but he was used to worse pain, even if this one did happen to be in the same league as some of the worst blows he'd taken in his life.

Though his ears rang as his blood pressure rose, yet another fine thing, he could hear the muffled words of the Oread asking him what his name was.

"My name is Dmitri Avalni Mavis."

He didn't know if he was being asked for more information, but he didn't tell that which he hadn't been questioned for. It came with being brutally honest.


Male Oread Desert Druid 1
Gear:
scythe, hide armor, sling, sling bullets (10), druid's kit, 203gp
Stats:
Speed 15ft. Initiative +1, AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14, BA +0, CMB +1, CMD 12, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Handle Animal +3, Heal +9, Perception +9, Survival +11
-[<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]-

As Keth catches up to Dimriti he pats him on the sholder that had been injured.

My names Keth nice to formally meet you.


Male Human HP 45 / 71 | AC 23 / Touch 13 / Flat-footed 21 - CMD 17 | Fort +16 - Reflex +5 - Will +9 | Init +1, Perception +1

Surprisingly enough, Dmitri doesn't wince at the obvious attempt to stir in more injury. Mind you, it did hurt immensely, he doesn't have trouble coping with pain. He's had surgery done consciously before.

Dmitri, however, did not understand Keth's attempt at getting to know him. He was rather alienistic towards men, a feature that came far too often to the surface. He just had a hard time talking to them, and didn't see much purpose in fraternizing with them. He did manage one word, however, though he says it softly.

"My pleasure..."

He nodded in his general direction, but didn't seem up for much conversation, as he was rather focused on not enjoying his pain too much. He didn't want his sadism to break out early.

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