The Nobel Storm [GM Striker's Wrath of the Righteous Campaign] (Inactive)

Game Master Sam Sturkie


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Conjuration) 2 Treasure
Stats:
Init +5, darkvision, Perception +2(+4), AC 13 t: 13 ff: 10, hp: 18, F +3, R +4, W +4; CMD: 14

Haroon blinks out of his reverie, amazed at how the tavern has filled up and somewhat at a loss to find a spot in the conversation. Probably for the best anyway he thinks to himself. I'd probably just put my foot in my mouth anyway, same as usual.

However, when the talk of Tiberius and Carilain turns to demon hunting, the slight man speaks up almost before he can stop himself.

Demon hunting isn't a task that anyone should undertake lightly. My father, well, foster-father, he knows more about demons than anyone else I've ever met, and even he won't go charging off into the Worldwound. "Know your enemies" he always says. Haroon does his best impression, drawing himself up a but taller, and waggling a slender finger. And make sure you know your allies as well!

At this, the young man seems to shrink back into his cloak, uncomfortable drawing attention to himself.

That's what he always said at least. I haven't had a letter from him in a while... Something about a monastery across the Sellen River from Nerosyan.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) 1| HP: 12/21| AC: 17/10/17| Fort: +5| Ref: +0| Will: +5| Init: +0 Perc: +3| CMB: +5| CMD: 15| Mwk Warhammer: +6; 1d8+3| Javelin: +1;1d6+3| Long Hammer: +5; 2d6+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics-3| Appraise +0| Climb -1| Diplomacy+3| Heal +2| Intimidate -1|K.Nobility +0| K.Religion +4| Sense Motive +2| Survival +2|

Goren does not laugh at his fellow dwarf's joke. In fact Goron tries to understand that a joke has being made.

"Well Met, Brother. I've being in a minor skirmish the past 2 days back and have only just returned. A round bought by another is always welcome. Share with me tales of your travels Farak, I do not have that pleaseure to do so."


Female Elf Rogue 2/Wizard 1 | HP 15/22 | AC 19 | T 13 | FF 16 | CMB+1 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +8 | SM +5

A lithe elven girl quietly enters the inn, her eyes going wide at the packed establishment. Unsure of what to do, she grabs at the symbol of Desna dangling around her neck. I shouldn't have come, should have just stayed at home. There was no reason to see this side of the city. No reason to think of the Worldwound again.

Alesie quickly turns around, aiming for the exit, when she hears talks of demons and pauses. Deep breath, this is why you came here. You can learn from these people.

Settled on her goal, she slips up to the bar, listening to the various stories being told around her.


Male Half-Elf Rogue (Swashbuckler) 1

"Have a seat my lady. There's always room for another; doubly so for another follower of Mother Moon. Just tell Kimroth there what you're drinking - first one's on me."


Female Elf Rogue 2/Wizard 1 | HP 15/22 | AC 19 | T 13 | FF 16 | CMB+1 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +8 | SM +5

Alesie looks down at the necklace dangling above her breast, a warm smile creeping onto her face.

"Thank you, you are really too kind." Alesie thanks, taking up a spot beside the half-elf. "I never am prepared for the festival; so many new faces and people around."

She motions over to Kimroth. "Can I have a... umm...glass of wine?"

I must remember to pay him back for this.


M Human Druid (Feral Child) 1

"That was a lot of words," Haizi says. As the halfing enters, his eyes go wide. "Look, Little Brother! Even human pups can walk on two legs!"


"Yes I have a very nice Brevic red freshly deviled this week." Kimroth brings over a large bottle and one of the servers helps him pour the woman a glass.


Male Keleshite Human HP (90/90)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 22/11/20 | Fort/Ref/Will +9/+3/+9 | Init +1
Skills:
Perception +7, Sense Motive +8
Class (Cleric) (8)
Ce-Eshna Lightfoot wrote:
The boisterous young lady pauses in her carousing long enough to watch the exchange between the large man and Tess for a moment. Get a grip, she'll be fine, though it doesn't hurt to watch her back., she shakes her head thinking. Then turning to the new comer uses her winds to push out an extra chair for her. "Another follower of Sarenrae? Well we aren't exactly rare here in the city but I haven't seen this many of us here in the Defender's Heart ever before. Take a load off! I'm Ce-Eshna! she says evenly. Going to have to watch this one, the pretty ones are always trouble... Well... maybe I'm just a little jealous... her reaction softens slightly. In a more welcoming tone she adds, " What brings you to the edge of the abyss? and offers the new addition to the table a slice of cheese as well.

Kelden remembered watching many a Dervish in practice about the temple, though he couldn't place this particular one. He wasn't a clumsy man, but everytime he watched them spin and twirl about in the heat of the mock practice battles he got almost dizzy and felt as if he had two left feet.

"Sister. The darkness lessons with your presence." He began with an incline of his head and a smile to the beautiful Dervish whom just stepped up to the table. He reached over and slid the chair next to him out wider for her to sit. He was certainly feeling more at home now next to the faithful.

"Have you all been in this city long? I for one have recently arrived and am looking forward to this festival before I sign myself up with the crusades." He said taking them all in and once more looking about the room. It certainly had seemed to get busy.


Human Gunslinger (Pistolero)/2

Perhaps the youngest looking person seated in the bar, they weren't paying too much attention to the patrons filling it up. Instead, the youth with the chopped short hair and freckled, round face was focusing instead on a array of parts in front of them. Hands reached out to grab onto them, starting to put them together into a proper shape, until a dented and beat up pistol was reassembled.

Sam grinned at that, before cocking back the flintlock and giving it a dry fire, the satisfying click of the empty firearm pleasing to its wielder's ears. They'd received it from Sir Enoch just today, a return of a weapon once used to terrorize poor travelers and pilgrims. Now it could have a more noble purpose.

It also meant that the squire had earned enough trust from the knight to have it back. Sam fastened it in the belt holster by the shabby short sword for now, easy to reach even unloaded. It would have been a good time to celebrate - however, looking so young and just barely standing past the five foot marker meant that it was hard to get a decent drink in this town.

Well, maybe looking pitiful would do the trick. Sam got up and stepped to the bar, giving Kimroth a solemn and hungry look. "Please, sir, might I have but a simple ale? It's my birthday today, and I'd very much appreciate being able to celebrate it with something special."


Female Human Witch 3
Stats:
HP 17/17, NL 0 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB +2, CMD 14 | F +2, R +5, W +4 | Init +6, SPD 30 | Perc +3, SM +3 | Light Crossbow+3/1d8/19-20/x2/80ft; Dkwood Qtrstaff +2/+2 (1d6+1/x2)
Haroon Falstaff wrote:
Demon hunting isn't a task that anyone should undertake lightly. My father, well, foster-father, he knows more about demons than anyone else I've ever met, and even he won't go charging off into the Worldwound. "Know your enemies" he always says. Haroon does his best impression, drawing himself up a but taller, and waggling a slender finger. And make sure you know your allies as well!

Tess nearly snorted at Haroon's impersonation of his paternal figure, imagining a knowledgeable man who only rarely had to be so stern. "Your foster father seems like the sort of person who kept a very good library in order," she said as her laughter died down, looking up at the tall cloaked man with an approving smile.

Having freed her fox from the now-empty glass, she set it farther back on the bartop and teasingly admonished the kit. A barmaid soon came around with a fresh cup and a smile. Tess thanked her with some copper and began to stir the hot drink thoughtfully with a cinnamon stick.

She knew the cider they gave her was mostly watered-down, but she did feel a bit breezier than normal. Perhaps it was just the energy that having so many people together brought? Or maybe she'd caught the festive spirit of the season herself! At this she giggled to herself, took a sip, and listened to the chatter around her.


Sam Jakobs wrote:
"Please, sir, might I have but a simple ale? It's my birthday today, and I'd very much appreciate being able to celebrate it with something special."

"As long as ye got coin to pay boy." Kimroth gives Sam a smile as he puts a pint down in front of her. "Though pity wont get you far here. I was 'bout yer age when I went on me first skirmish."


Human Gunslinger (Pistolero)/2

"Really? So what were you doing before you were twenty-three?" Sam asks with a cheeky smile as they put the coin down on the counter for the pint. "Though, I suppose that just makes me old to be a squire, doesn't it?" The youth ponders for a moment, before taking a long sip.


Male Tiefling Wizard (Conjuration) 2 Treasure
Stats:
Init +5, darkvision, Perception +2(+4), AC 13 t: 13 ff: 10, hp: 18, F +3, R +4, W +4; CMD: 14

Well, we did a lot of traveling, always moving from one camp to the next, staying in inns, not much space for a library, although... Haroon pauses for a moment to drain the dregs of his own now-lukewarm cider. The drink had a bit of a kick, and his cheeks flushed with warmth, a deeper red than their normal hue. Well, he added, mock-conspiratorily, as he pushed his mug towards Kimroth with a silver coin he was always pulling one book or another out of his luggage, and the strangest topics! It's not many young boys who learn to spell the names of the abyssal hosts before they're old enough to shave! But tell me more of these dinosaurs. The Mwangi expanse is an awfully long way away.


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

As night draws near Karthak finally reached his native city. It had been a long uneventful journey from Highelm to Kenabres but despite the boredom and tiredness the dwarf was eager to start rooting out evil and its minions.

He could probably choose to settle in his clan's palace, but he had no place in his life for such luxuries anymore. He had been spared for a reason, and that reason was to bring Torag's wrath upon the demonic hordes and their despicable servants, any reminders of his old existence would distract him from the reason he had come back.

No -he thought- I can visit father and mother briefly tomorrow, but it's better for everyone if I act as if I were a stranger in a foreign city and not someone's son returned home after a long while! Even here I'm on my own... it's the only way to suceed!

Such grim thoughts were the inquisitor's companions while he passed through the city's gates and moved towards the center of the town he had called home not so many years before. Things had not changed very much, yet Karthak could sense a feeling of desperation creeping in... the city's hours could be counted, and people knew it, no matter which kind of cheerful or boasting facade they put on. Yet the dwarf thought it was not an entirely bad thing: a good reality check was in order if they wanted to start fighting back. Too many refused to see the danger lurking just beyond the horizon. Too many were like he once was. Now that complacency was not an option anymore, the Abyss was coming, and there was no denying it. Now his work could start.

As a savage grin spread on his face thinking of the days to come, Karthak reached the tavern he had decided to stay in for the night. A pleasant sound spread in the air, mixed with the scent of spilled ale and roasted pig.

"Blasted carousing fools" - thought the dwarven inquisitor - "yet this could be an opportunity as well... evil is everywhere, and starting the search here is as good as everywhere else!"

Putting on an expression of false contentment Karthak moved towards the bar, raised his hand towards the bartender and with a mirth he didn't really feel exclaimed:One black ale foe me, my good man! The night is dark and full of terrors and this dwarf needs his refill after a long journey!"

Once given his mug Karthak hid beyind it just sipping the ale and eyeing the other patrons for hints of malevolence.


Elf Male. Hp 54/72 Magus(Bladebound) 6/Occultist 1 AC 19(shield 23) T 14 F 15| Init +5| Fort +8| Ref +5| Will +8| Per +14| pool 3/5
Haroon Falstaff wrote:

Demon hunting isn't a task that anyone should undertake lightly. My father, well, foster-father, he knows more about demons than anyone else I've ever met, and even he won't go charging off into the Worldwound. "Know your enemies" he always says. Haroon does his best impression, drawing himself up a but taller, and waggling a slender finger. And make sure you know your allies as well!

At this, the young man seems to shrink back into his cloak, uncomfortable drawing attention to himself.

That's what he always said at least. I haven't had a letter from him in a while... Something about a monastery across the Sellen River from Nerosyan.

"That's too bad, I would have liked a chance to learn from your foster father. He sounds like a wise man." Carilain's eyes follow Kyra Greenstar's flamboyant yet graceful entrance, with appreciation. The sight bringing a smile to his face. I bet she knows how to dance that scimitar, too.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1 (14/14 Con) | HP 11/17 | AC 16 | T 12 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref + 2 | Will + 5 | Init + 2| Perc + 4 | Channel 3/3 | Bullets 8/10
Spells:
Lvl0 3/3 | Lvl1 2/2 + 1/1

Kyra Greenstar:
Kyra stretches as she steps down off the wagon, taking the moment to dust off the road from her clothing; the journey from Sothis had been long and wearisome. Her father had brokered her passage from Sothis to Absalom on his merchant vessel, from there a skiff to Cassomir, and then a long, slow journey up-river on the Sellen to Egede. From Egede she caught a caravan to her destination.... Kenabres. The barge trip along the Sellen River was by far the most entertaining to the young woman, she had never seen such beautiful coloring on the trees as the seasons began to prepare for their annual change. 'There is nothing like this back home...'

A few quick words with the caravan master and Kyra was moving her way through the crowded streets towards the Defender's Heart, supposedly the largest, and by extension the best, inn in the city. The pretty half-elf returns all the smiles and grins she gets from the young men and boys as they all move about. She first heard about Armasse on her trip up the Sellen and strove to learn as much as she could about the celebration before her arrival in Kenabres; she was fascinated to learn as much as she could. After several minutes, the young dervish arrives in the common room of the inn to find it extremely crowded with all manner of individuals keen on the crusade.

Kyra's entrance is hard to miss; her exotic coloring and natural beauty make her stand out amongst the crowd. Her movements are fluid, graceful and deliberate as she dances through the throng towards the innkeeper. Her blue skirt finally settles as she stops at bar; however, her bright eyes never stop wandering as she orders a glass of white wine and bread from the barkeep, whose name she learns is Kimroth. Vibrant green eyes search amongst the crowd of unique strangers, all with their own stories to tell, until they suddenly stop upon a familiar sight. She spots the symbols of Sarenrae upon a fellow Keleshite engaging in conversation with two others. "Kimroth, be a dear and bring a bottle of...


Kelden Sunblade:
Ce-Eshna Lightfoot wrote:
The boisterous young lady pauses in her carousing long enough to watch the exchange between the large man and Tess for a moment. Get a grip, she'll be fine, though it doesn't hurt to watch her back., she shakes her head thinking. Then turning to the new comer uses her winds to push out an extra chair for her. "Another follower of Sarenrae? Well we aren't exactly rare here in the city but I haven't seen this many of us here in the Defender's Heart ever before. Take a load off! I'm Ce-Eshna! she says evenly. Going to have to watch this one, the pretty ones are always trouble... Well... maybe I'm just a little jealous... her reaction softens slightly. In a more welcoming tone she adds, " What brings you to the edge of the abyss? and offers the new addition to the table a slice of cheese as well.

Kelden remembered watching many a Dervish in practice about the temple, though he couldn't place this particular one. He wasn't a clumsy man, but everytime he watched them spin and twirl about in the heat of the mock practice battles he got almost dizzy and felt as if he had two left feet.

"Sister. The darkness lessons with your presence." He began with an incline of his head and a smile to the beautiful Dervish whom just stepped up to the table. He reached over and slid the chair next to him out wider for her to sit. He was certainly feeling more at home now next to the faithful.

"Have you all been in this city long? I for one have recently arrived and am looking forward to this festival before I sign myself up with the crusades." He said taking them all in and once more looking about the room. It certainly had seemed to get busy.

Pollux had gone to adjusting the pentagram on his chest just before Kyra walked up, but as he noticed her his eyes and smile widened and followed her as she approached their table, "Well met!"

Watching Kelden pull her a chair out he added, "I'm surrounded" jovially, putting his hands up with mock fright.


Female Sylph (Native: Outsider) Fighter 2/Sorcerer(Arcane) 1 Current HP 20/20

"Worse things to be surrounded by than the sun and the wind, you better believe it!" Ce-Eshna chortles as she nearly topples over sideways in amusement. " If it makes you feel better I'm not all THAT devote." she adds flirtatiously with a wink. The next song started up by the entertainment catches her attention and she begins to sing along, although she still seems to be paying attention to both the young girl at the bar and the conversation around her.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1 (14/14 Con) | HP 11/17 | AC 16 | T 12 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref + 2 | Will + 5 | Init + 2| Perc + 4 | Channel 3/3 | Bullets 8/10
Spells:
Lvl0 3/3 | Lvl1 2/2 + 1/1

Pollux leans back, throwing his arm over the back of his chair and looks toward the bar, then back at Ce-Eshna. "Are we keeping you from a rendezvous?" he asks, running his hand through his hair as he looks back at her.


Female Sylph (Native: Outsider) Fighter 2/Sorcerer(Arcane) 1 Current HP 20/20

She stares at you soberly, "My last date was with a dretch on the wrong side of the border." She pulls a Cold Iron Arrow out of her quiver with a lightning movement and twirls it between her fingers. " He didn't like what me and my hunting companions were serving for dinner though!" Her peels of laughter at her little misdirection bares no malice.


Female Human Witch 3
Stats:
HP 17/17, NL 0 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB +2, CMD 14 | F +2, R +5, W +4 | Init +6, SPD 30 | Perc +3, SM +3 | Light Crossbow+3/1d8/19-20/x2/80ft; Dkwood Qtrstaff +2/+2 (1d6+1/x2)
Haroon Falstaff wrote:
Well, we did a lot of traveling, always moving from one camp to the next, staying in inns, not much space for a library, although... Haroon pauses for a moment to drain the dregs of his own now-lukewarm cider. The drink had a bit of a kick, and his cheeks flushed with warmth, a deeper red than their normal hue. Well, he added, mock-conspiratorily, as he pushed his mug towards Kimroth with a silver coin he was always pulling one book or another out of his luggage, and the strangest topics! It's not many young boys who learn to spell the names of the abyssal hosts before they're old enough to shave! But tell me more of these dinosaurs. The Mwangi expanse is an awfully long way away.

Tess listened attentively to Haroon's story, but the slightly acrid taste of envy rose in her mouth, just as it did when she read about a group of explorers en route to Mwangi, or the troupe of bards making their way to Absolom. Even hearing Unegen mention passing over the Crown of the World as though it were all in a day's work-

The girl swallowed back her jealousy with another sip of cider, and mussed the fur of the kit in her lap, who seemed to be sizing up Haizi's Little Brother. "Come now, you're smarter than that, aren't you?" she crooned softly to the overeager kit.

"So... um. Dinosaurs..." Tess straightened up in her chair, and began speaking with enthusiasm. "Well really, they're incredible! Some are my height or fifty feet tall, or even a hundred feet from tip to tail- they've even seen some that they think can fly!" Her arms gestured grandly, trying to encapsulate the size of the beasts. "They're called 'terrible lizards'...." Her face flushed, the girl continued on the subject for several minutes.


Male Tiefling Wizard (Conjuration) 2 Treasure
Stats:
Init +5, darkvision, Perception +2(+4), AC 13 t: 13 ff: 10, hp: 18, F +3, R +4, W +4; CMD: 14
Carilain Riveroak wrote:


"That's too bad, I would have liked a chance to learn from your foster father. He sounds like a wise man." Carilain's eyes follow Kyra Greenstar's flamboyant yet graceful entrance, with appreciation. The sight bringing a smile to his face. I bet she knows how to dance that scimitar, too.

He truly was! Haroon replies quickly enough, and even takes a moment to glance appreciatively at Kyra's entrance once Carilain is kind enough to draw his attention. When his mug returns, he raises it in the air and calls out a toast to all in attendance, obviously emboldened by the strong drink. To all those who have come before, and to all those lost to us, may we be rejoined, or have our vengeance!

Still, the scholarly young man is quickly distracted by Ms. Squires description of the creatures half a world away. Really? Such variety, but they are all of a nature, the same general type of beast? Fascinating! Are they related to dragons or drakes? Can they breathe fire, or cast spells? Haroon seems to have a question for every one of Tess' breathless pronouncements.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) 1| HP: 12/21| AC: 17/10/17| Fort: +5| Ref: +0| Will: +5| Init: +0 Perc: +3| CMB: +5| CMD: 15| Mwk Warhammer: +6; 1d8+3| Javelin: +1;1d6+3| Long Hammer: +5; 2d6+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics-3| Appraise +0| Climb -1| Diplomacy+3| Heal +2| Intimidate -1|K.Nobility +0| K.Religion +4| Sense Motive +2| Survival +2|

Goron looks up at the sight of a fellow forge brother.

"Here Forge brother, come join us and share with me your tales for I've being in this city long enough for beards to curdle."

Holding up a tankard in Karthak Ironbreaker's direction, indicating Farak Ironsides and Unegen who are also around their area in this tavern.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1 (14/14 Con) | HP 11/17 | AC 16 | T 12 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref + 2 | Will + 5 | Init + 2| Perc + 4 | Channel 3/3 | Bullets 8/10
Spells:
Lvl0 3/3 | Lvl1 2/2 + 1/1

Ce-Eshna Lightfoot:
"Worse things to be surrounded by than the sun and the wind, you better believe it!" Ce-Eshna chortles as she nearly topples over sideways in amusement. " If it makes you feel better I'm not all THAT devote." she adds flirtatiously with a wink. The next song started up by the entertainment catches her attention and she begins to sing along, although she still seems to be paying attention to both the young girl at the bar and the conversation around her.

Pollux lowers his chin, tutting while he returns Ce-Eshna's sobering stare, then smiles. As she laughs he turns back in his chair and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. He again looks to everyone at the table with him and stretches his legs forward. "So what is this festival that some here are boasting on about?" he suddenly perks up. "Are either of you part of a hunting party?" his words linger for a moment, then his eyes settle on Kyra. "I suppose in my mad dash out of Egorian I forgot to actually join a company of hunters that didn't just exist on paper. My contract does give me the freedom to 'seek out assistance if needed'."

He scratches his brow and looks around at his table again. "Its like the first day of school."


Female Half-Elf (Keleshite) Dawnflower Dervish 6 / Evangelist 2 / Champion 2 | HP 61/73 | AC 24 | T 16 | FF 18 | CMD 24 | Fort +7 | Ref +12 | Will +7 | Init +7 | Perc +15 | Bardic Per 19/24 | MP - 5/7 | LP - 2/2 | Spells: 1st - 5/5; 2nd - 4/4; 3rd - 1/2

Kyra takes a seat with the others and gratefully accepts the proffered cheese. "Thank you, Ce-Eshna." She takes a bite before responding to the questions. "I am only recently arrived from Sothis. As to why I am here... I believe for much the same reason the rest of you..." She pauses when she spots Pollux idly toying with his unholy symbol. 'Devil worshiper...'

She pulls her eyes away. "I felt a calling to come rid Golarion of the festering evil that is the Wound." Pollux can't help but notice Kyra stares openly at him with her last statement.

After the human's exclamation she nods sagely. "Indeed. A fact you would be wise to be mindful of Archfiend follower, I will be mindful of you." She states openly at Pollux for several heartbeats until the tense situation was diffused by Ce-Eshna's loud singing. By this time the mead arrives and Kyra pours four glasses full of the golden wine, including one for Pollux while he and Ce-Eshna exchange words. She raises her glass for a toast. "Here is to finding friends in the most of unexpected places, even misguided ones." She adds with a glance to the Pentagram around Pollux's neck. 'The Dawnflower preaches acceptance... He does not seem evil, just power hungry perhaps? Maybe the three of us can bring him around to seeing the error of following a devil. If not...' Kyra finds herself idly tapping the hilt of her scimitar. She suddenly smiles. "To the end of the Darkness!"

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1 (14/14 Con) | HP 11/17 | AC 16 | T 12 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref + 2 | Will + 5 | Init + 2| Perc + 4 | Channel 3/3 | Bullets 8/10
Spells:
Lvl0 3/3 | Lvl1 2/2 + 1/1

Pollux's face remains the same, but his jovial attitude sinks away from his eyes and then the rest of his face. With a few deep nods he leans back and crosses his arms and legs. His eyes remain forward, and his tankard of mead sits defiantly in front of him. "I hope you will understand if I won't drink to an insult. However, in the spirit of our purpose I'll happily pour libations to the warriors who dare to brave the Worldwound. May their, and our, righteous endeavor to drive those abyssal bastards back into the crack of the world once and for all yield great fruit."

He picks up the tankard and holds it out to his side, carefully clear of anyone sitting at his table and tips it over. The entire time his eyes stay focused on Kyra. Once it is set back on the table he says, "Though it is rude of me, I must decline the rest of this good drink. It will break my fast."

His smile, bordering a sneer, softens and he gives Kyra a friendly wink.


Male Keleshite Human HP (90/90)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 22/11/20 | Fort/Ref/Will +9/+3/+9 | Init +1
Skills:
Perception +7, Sense Motive +8
Class (Cleric) (8)
Kyra Greenstar wrote:

Kyra takes a seat with the others and gratefully accepts the proffered cheese. "Thank you, Ce-Eshna." She takes a bite before responding to the questions. "I am only recently arrived from Sothis. As to why I am here... I believe for much the same reason the rest of you..." She pauses when she spots Pollux idly toying with his unholy symbol. 'Devil worshiper...'

She pulls her eyes away. "I felt a calling to come rid Golarion of the festering evil that is the Wound." Pollux can't help but notice Kyra stares openly at him with her last statement.

After the human's exclamation she nods sagely. "Indeed. A fact you would be wise to be mindful of Archfiend follower, I will be mindful of you." She states openly at Pollux for several heartbeats until the tense situation was diffused by Ce-Eshna's loud singing. By this time the mead arrives and Kyra pours four glasses full of the golden wine, including one for Pollux while he and Ce-Eshna exchange words. She raises her glass for a toast. "Here is to finding friends in the most of unexpected places, even misguided ones." She adds with a glance to the Pentagram around Pollux's neck. 'The Dawnflower preaches acceptance... He does not seem evil, just power hungry perhaps? Maybe the three of us can bring him around to seeing the error of following a devil. If not...' Kyra finds herself idly tapping the hilt of her scimitar. She suddenly smiles. "To the end of the Darkness!"

Keldens eyes widen just slightly when as the tense situation began to unfold at their table. He was mentally kicking himself, he should have recognized the symbol from the outset. Now he felt he was in a bit of a conundrum. Should he join the dervish in her...challenge of the Asmodean? Should he rebuke her and remind her of their goddesses tenets?

"Then good sir, would you lift your mug in spirit with us to end the threat of the World Wound?" he asked nodding to the Asmodeans now empty mug. He rose his mug in the air tentively with the Dervish and glanced to archer Ce-Eshna hoping she would help slightly diffuse the situation even more.

Asmodeans were big on contracts, he had no doubts the man would hold his word the the pledge of the crusade and for the moment that was good enough for Kelden. "If there is dancing at this festival I dont suppose you would be against a demonstration sister...?" He frowned as he trailed off leaving an opening.He didnt recall her giving her name. He would certainly have to pray to the lady for a better grasp of concentration if he spent too much time around Ce-Eshna and the Dervish.


Male Half-Elf Rogue (Swashbuckler) 1

Having finished his stew, Unegen turns to see what the raised voices he hears coming from one of the tables are about. This may become interesting. Perhaps these crusaders are not all the stodgy prim and proper types after all.


M Human Fighter 1

An empty tankard slamming down on the counter interrupts the conversation about dinosaurs, followed by Tiberius calling out for another ale. He glances to his side as he waits, and does a double-take upon seeing Tesseract next to him, images from another time coming unbidden to his mind.

He speaks softly, his rough voice quieter than you've heard him this evening, "Hey, little miss fox. You talk pretty big for someone your size. Tell me -hic- what would you DO if you found a demon? You plan that far yet?" He stares at her inquisitively, and yet doesn't seem to be seeing her. 'She's the same age that Annie was,' he thinks to himself.


Female Human Witch 3
Stats:
HP 17/17, NL 0 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB +2, CMD 14 | F +2, R +5, W +4 | Init +6, SPD 30 | Perc +3, SM +3 | Light Crossbow+3/1d8/19-20/x2/80ft; Dkwood Qtrstaff +2/+2 (1d6+1/x2)

The sudden bang of the larger man's tankard hitting the bartop makes Tess jump in her seat, instinctively holding Sorua tighter to her chest. Her words about the feathers-vs-scales debate die in her throat. She swallows a gulp of cider nervously, trying to mask her timidity with a parched mouth, and waits for the gentleman to get his drink and step back from the counter.

When he instead turns and addresses her, Tess's green eyes go wide- it's the same man that called her out before! Somehow he seems just as surprised to see her- probably something the ale did, she inwardly smirks.

But outwardly, she's dropped her gaze. 'What will you DO if you find a demon?' To tell the truth... she doesn't know. What, did you think now that you can do a couple magic tricks that you're ready to play war with the soldiers? she chides herself. She can feel the blush blossoming on her mismatched cheeks, the deepest red on one and the darkest purple on the other.

"I-I... well, I..." Tess stammers, fidgeting in her chair uncomfortably. "I... don't know."


Female Half-Elf (Keleshite) Dawnflower Dervish 6 / Evangelist 2 / Champion 2 | HP 61/73 | AC 24 | T 16 | FF 18 | CMD 24 | Fort +7 | Ref +12 | Will +7 | Init +7 | Perc +15 | Bardic Per 19/24 | MP - 5/7 | LP - 2/2 | Spells: 1st - 5/5; 2nd - 4/4; 3rd - 1/2

Kyra's eyes narrow at Pollux's words and especially as he pours out his drink. Her cheeks flush and her hand wraps around the hilt of her blade... 'Compassion. The ghost of a whisper in her heart stays her hand and she releases the hilt, bringing it up to rest on the table as she still holds her cup aloft. Th sudden wink from Pollux was unexpected and makes glad that she did not react rashly. 'That Will teach you to fence words with an Asmodean. It is said they are very treacherous.'

She gives Keldren a thankful nod for his intervention. She continues to keep her glass raised as she glances at Pollux inquisitively. While Kyra awaits his response, she answers Keldren. "Of course, brother. It would be my honor to dance for those gathered here for the festival. Perhaps my dance will shed some light to this troubled young man's heart." Kyra smiles at those gathered around her.


Tiefling (Pitborn) AC10/ff10/t10 F +2/R +2/W +1 hp 20/20 init+0 CMD=14 Sorceror (Abyssal) 4

The well-dressed courtier seems to be comfortable in the crowd of eclectic people. His dress and grooming seem to be similar to that of the nobility of Cheliax, the land of the devil worshippers.

The comely, androgynous man is dressed in a silk courtier's outfit, and he would look almost like manly perfection except he has a large 'unihorn' spanning his face and sticking out of the locks of luxurious black hair he wears long.

Rather than looking at the entertainment, he seems to have his gaze lingering for moments on the other nobles as if making a quick assessment before moving on to the next. His mannerisms are reminiscent of an animal low on the food chain assessing the threats around him before drinking at a watering hole.


Male Tiefling Wizard (Conjuration) 2 Treasure
Stats:
Init +5, darkvision, Perception +2(+4), AC 13 t: 13 ff: 10, hp: 18, F +3, R +4, W +4; CMD: 14

Haroon tugs his cloak around himself despite the warmth of the now crowded inn. However, he meets Tiberius eyes with a solemn look. When the demon hordes come screaming through us, steel and strength alone will not avail. Many a mighty warrior has been brought low. He shakes his head, a grim look on his face amidst the merriment. And much as it pains me to say it, knowledge alone will not suffice either. Nor faith in the gods. Nor quick wits and hiding... Haroon takes a long drink and smiles up at the large man. All must work as one. Will cold iron harm a Galbrezu? How would you know? Tess might, with all that reading she does. But what's the use unless she tells you so that you might arm yourself accordingly?

However, as the horned man enters the bar, Haroon trails off entirely...

He does not hide his form... madness. Who knows what these people will do...


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) 1| HP: 12/21| AC: 17/10/17| Fort: +5| Ref: +0| Will: +5| Init: +0 Perc: +3| CMB: +5| CMD: 15| Mwk Warhammer: +6; 1d8+3| Javelin: +1;1d6+3| Long Hammer: +5; 2d6+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics-3| Appraise +0| Climb -1| Diplomacy+3| Heal +2| Intimidate -1|K.Nobility +0| K.Religion +4| Sense Motive +2| Survival +2|

Goron pauses.

Waving a hand to the obvious Tiefling. (Fomiel)

"Come if your intentions are true and not harmful to the city and all who dwell in it. Have a drink."


Female Sylph (Native: Outsider) Fighter 2/Sorcerer(Arcane) 1 Current HP 20/20

" Relaaaaaaaaaaaaaax." The white haired woman drawls lazily, "If he were here to make things worse the wardstone probably would have kept him out entirely. I don't know much about other religions but if he's not a demon worshipper and he says he's here to help that's good enough for me." and then with a chuckle, " Besides he came to sit here with us followers of Sarenrae for a reason, perhaps we should give him the benefit of the doubt. The morning sun that shines, no matter where out heart aligns, gifting us a chance anew, to make things right and true." The last was said in verse, it was clearly both a mild reminder that redemption was a tennant of the faith and an invite to take the conversation back to less troublesome topics.

She does however look a lot more alert now. Watching the people at her table for any signs that they may disrupt the peace of the inn and eyeing the large human at the bar. Wouldn't be the first time I've had to help Kimroth settle this place down if it gets rowdy, but it would be the first time it was my table started it, lady of light I'll have to take up alchemy if my mixing causes explosions! she chuckles internally to herself. At that point the tiefling walks in, and the arrow in her hand nearly flies on instinct to meet him, but she recalls her own words not moments before and stops with her hand on her bow.


Fomiel wrote:

The well-dressed courtier seems to be comfortable in the crowd of eclectic people. His dress and grooming seem to be similar to that of the nobility of Cheliax, the land of the devil worshippers.

The comely, androgynous man is dressed in a silk courtier's outfit, and he would look almost like manly perfection except he has a large 'unihorn' spanning his face and sticking out of the locks of luxurious black hair he wears long.

Rather than looking at the entertainment, he seems to have his gaze lingering for moments on the other nobles as if making a quick assessment before moving on to the next. His mannerisms are reminiscent of an animal low on the food chain assessing the threats around him before drinking at a watering hole.

As Fomiel enters the tavern the constant din of talk and activity begins to grow quiet. A hiss of "Hellspawn" and "taint" finishes off the rest of the conversation. Kimroth approaches slowly, and nearly every eye is on him. He spits, and a large glop of mucus lands on Fomiel's shoe. "Well ain't this an odd sight. I didn't think that the filthy demons could clean up so nice. Shame though I'd hate to ruin all that fine silk..." He pauses as a quiet murmur of nervous laughter ripples through the inn. "Well luck for you, I'm in a good mood cause of the holiday, so the boys and I wont be ripping your filthy horn off and shoving it up where Sarenrae's Light don't shine, get your pretty little dolled up arse out of my fine establishment if ya know whats good fer ya. We don;t serve no demonspawn here!"

Kimroth gives Goron and Ce-Eshna cold looks. The muscles in the stump of his arm bulge and a vein across his forehead pulses.


Human Gunslinger (Pistolero)/2

Well, seems liked everyone festival mood had died down with the sudden introduction of a demonic looking bloke coming in here. Sam can't say that it's not a surprise that people are acting this way about a tiefling, but they were obviously touched in the head if they didn't even try to cover up their more glaringly obvious traits. A nice pointy hat for the horn.

The squire sips the ale in hand at the bar, one hand on the pistol. If trouble is about to come, Sam wanted to be ready.

The youth nudges the closest person to them at the bar, giving a whisper. "This isn't about to turn into a lynch mob, is it?" Perhaps disturbing Sir Enoch from his prayers would be prudent.


Female Elf Rogue 2/Wizard 1 | HP 15/22 | AC 19 | T 13 | FF 16 | CMB+1 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +8 | SM +5

Alesie looks in awe around the room, trying unsuccessfully to keep track of all the various conversations going on concurrently.

These people all have so much more experience then me. Why did I think I would be valuable to these people?... Confidence... you can do this.

She takes a large gulp of the wine swirling in her glass, and walks over to the girl at the bar.

"you aren't the only one here who doesn't know what they would do." Alesie proclaims, glaring at the large man.

"Better to be truthful about it, then boast about battles you've never fought. Heroes are made with their actions, not with what they say they will do over a drink."

Are you trying to convince her or youself?


Male Half-Elf Rogue (Swashbuckler) 1

"Kimroth, my good man. I'm afraid I'll be having to take my custom down the street. I'll not drink in a bar where one's parentage determines if they're welcome. I doubt I'm the only man in the room who's never met his father."


Male Keleshite Human HP (90/90)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 22/11/20 | Fort/Ref/Will +9/+3/+9 | Init +1
Skills:
Perception +7, Sense Motive +8
Class (Cleric) (8)
Kimroth Otai wrote:
Fomiel wrote:

The well-dressed courtier seems to be comfortable in the crowd of eclectic people. His dress and grooming seem to be similar to that of the nobility of Cheliax, the land of the devil worshippers.

The comely, androgynous man is dressed in a silk courtier's outfit, and he would look almost like manly perfection except he has a large 'unihorn' spanning his face and sticking out of the locks of luxurious black hair he wears long.

Rather than looking at the entertainment, he seems to have his gaze lingering for moments on the other nobles as if making a quick assessment before moving on to the next. His mannerisms are reminiscent of an animal low on the food chain assessing the threats around him before drinking at a watering hole.

As Fomiel enters the tavern the constant din of talk and activity begins to grow quiet. A hiss of "Hellspawn" and "taint" finishes off the rest of the conversation. Kimroth approaches slowly, and nearly every eye is on him. He spits, and a large glop of mucus lands on Fomiel's shoe. "Well ain't this an odd sight. I didn't think that the filthy demons could clean up so nice. Shame though I'd hate to ruin all that fine silk..." He pauses as a quiet murmur of nervous laughter ripples through the inn. "Well luck for you, I'm in a good mood cause of the holiday, so the boys and I wont be ripping your filthy horn off and shoving it up where Sarenrae's Light don't shine, get your pretty little dolled up arse out of my fine establishment if ya know whats good fer ya. We don;t serve no demonspawn here!"

Kimroth gives Goron and Ce-Eshna cold looks. The muscles in the stump of his arm bulge and a vein across his forehead pulses.

Well Sister Jalistae had told him before he left the temple grounds to even begin to head up north that there would be days of difficult decisions but to move forward with hope in his heart. He sighed as the proprietor spoke to the obvious fiendish blooded man whom had just entered. "I wouldn't presume the Dawnflower would appreciate that at all good man." He began rising.

"The spirit of forgivance and redemption is given to all who seek in it in the light. No matter their ancestry." He added not having moved from his spot at his table. He certainly couldn't stand for this, even the most insane or foolish demon tainted creature with foul intent would walk into a bar filled with crusaders so openly. He didn't really want to have to leave and find a new place to stay, but he certainly couldn't stand for such intolerance either. His hands strayed up to the brilliant holy symbol of his Goddess Sarenrae for a moment the feel of it under his hand for the moment providing a bit of added comfort for his decision to speak up.


Female Elf Rogue 2/Wizard 1 | HP 15/22 | AC 19 | T 13 | FF 16 | CMB+1 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +8 | SM +5

Caught in her own self contemplation Alesie finally hears that the place has quieted down. I must have missed something. She looks around trying to figure out what could be happening.

Noticing the commotion near the door, she tries to find a better view of the entrance. Oooh a demon, and here in town! They don't normally let them through the gate. Must be something special about this one.

Caution thrown to the wind, she moves closer, intent on seeing what may arise from the altercation.


"Go or stay, your choice, but this is my inn and I'll be damned before I let a foul birth of the Abyss into it. Have the rest of ye lost your senses? I'm giving the man more of a chance then most. Most of the other inns would have put a blade in him for even walking through their door."

The while some patrons seem to be more magnanimous towards the Tiefling, the vast majority seem to agree with the inn keeper on this matter.


M Human Druid (Feral Child) 1

"Fight?" Little Brother growls. Haizi's shoulders hunch and he snarls at the tiefling.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1 (14/14 Con) | HP 11/17 | AC 16 | T 12 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref + 2 | Will + 5 | Init + 2| Perc + 4 | Channel 3/3 | Bullets 8/10
Spells:
Lvl0 3/3 | Lvl1 2/2 + 1/1

Shaking his head at the second sly insult Kyra lobbed in his direction, Pollux's attention is snatched away by Ce-Eshna's move for her bow. He looks around to see that the entire place has damn near been brought to silence on account of his showing up. He reaches out a hand intending it to rest on her arm when Kelden stands to speak his peace.

He rests his chin on his knuckle and looks on, an inquisitive look playing across his face as the altercation escalates. Every once in a while his gaze shifts back to Kyra, studying her reaction to the events unfolding in front of them.


Human Gunslinger (Pistolero)/2

The squire gulps down another swallow of ale before putting her tankard down. Standing up, the youth walks over to the tiefling and the innkeeper. It's obvious that they're standing on Kimroth's side, even as Sam smiles politely.

"Fella...you've been told nicely. Now get going before somebody breaks off that horn of yours and sticks it where the sun don't shine. Maybe next time you file it down, put a hat on, and don't announce to the world you're a damned demonspawn. Especially in this town."

Better that he leave before anyone gets the idea to break a bottle over his head and start a bar fight. Sam wasn't trying to be cruel, even offering free advice.


M Human Fighter 1

@Tessarect, Haroon, and Alesie (before she bounded off to check out the tiefling):
Tiberius gives a deep chuckle. "What, can't a man just ask a question? My plan A on finding a demon would be to hit it really hard with my axe. I thought maybe the girl with the book would have some special trick to it." He raises his once again full tankard at the young girl, giving her a conspiratorial wink. "I guess we could both use a few pointers from those who know what they're doing. As I said before, I plan on finding a reputable battalion among the crusaders. I suggest you do the same. Who knows..." he trails off mid-shrug, noticing that most of the rest of the tavern has already gone silent.

There's a very good chance that Tiberius has never seen a Tiefling before, based on his backstory... I'll roll for it: 1d20 ⇒ 1. Not high enough, I'd say.

After watching accusations fly at the horned man, Tiberius thinks to himself, 'And here I was thinking the demons all looked like huge crazed vulture things. Is that a man turning into a demon? Or is he a demon turning into man?' His thoughts blur together in an alcohol filled haze. "Hey, what kind of demon is that?" he mutters to Tessarect and Haroon.


Male Tiefling Wizard (Conjuration) 2 Treasure
Stats:
Init +5, darkvision, Perception +2(+4), AC 13 t: 13 ff: 10, hp: 18, F +3, R +4, W +4; CMD: 14

Ah, "that" is not actually a demon unless I miss my guess. Haroon moves forward a bit, to get a better look at the action himself while keeping his cloak firmly clasped around him. I think he's a tiefling the young man explains, a person born with the essence of the outer planes, where demons, among other things come from. Haroon cranes his neck a bit, having a hard time getting a look in the commotion. Somewhere in his ancestry, there's a demon, or a devil, or some other sort of extraplanar seed, and not a nice one either. Not to say that he's not nice himself. Could be the finest fellow you ever met, although I'm sure most folk are quick to judge when they see that horn. Most of them try to keep the more obvious signs of their heritage hidden. he adds, almost to himself.


Tiefling (Pitborn) AC10/ff10/t10 F +2/R +2/W +1 hp 20/20 init+0 CMD=14 Sorceror (Abyssal) 4

The tiefling pulls a bottle of wine and some cheese sandwiches made very small and bite-sized out of his pack.

"No worries innkeeper. You do reserve the right to serve who you choose. Let us not make a big deal out of this--those without formal education often get upset at my presence. But let us get along."

Fomiel holds up his hands in a placating gesture. His words of peace seem sincere and effective.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Casually grabbing an empty glass off the table and wiping it with a monagrammed handkerchief with a flowing script 'F', the tiefling pours his wine in the cup and proceeds to drink and offer a toast.

"To innkeepers everywhere. Thankfully the stringent requirements for the job are not insurmountable by this fine fellow."

The tiefling carefully smells his glass and seems to be looking at how the wine moves in the glass before drinking.


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Karthak inwardly curses as the other dwarf motions for him to come nearer.
That's it for the quiet approach, I guess, but at least he's a chosen of Torag! he thinks raising from his chair and greeting his fellow believer.

"What brings you here, brother? It's always good to see a fellow follower of the Father of Stone!"


M Human Druid (Feral Child) 1

Haizi and Little Brother growl more and tense further.


Elf Male. Hp 54/72 Magus(Bladebound) 6/Occultist 1 AC 19(shield 23) T 14 F 15| Init +5| Fort +8| Ref +5| Will +8| Per +14| pool 3/5

Carilain had been following the discussion of dinosaurs with interest, when Tiberious broke in. The man was clearly past his limit on the booze, but he did make a valid point. Even a minor demon would probably have no trouble in crushing me. I need to learn more, and better spells. Finding my father's sword would help too...

Then the tiefling walks in. Carilain's hand goes to the hilt of his sword, it a natural and automatic reaction. Then the elf lets the blade slide back down into place.

Carilain strides over beside Kimroth. "Come now, my good man. You already have a person who brandishes the inverted pentagram, under your roof, you might as well give this fellow a chance. He at least, had no choice in his parentage."

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