To Those of Faith (Inactive)

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Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

At the center of Absalom, the Ascendant Court stands as a testament to the city's creation. Surrounding the Starstone Cathedral, the Court houses grand temples to the god of nearly every god worshiped on the face of Golarion. Dozens of market stands sell religious paraphernalia, from incense to fetishes to holy symbols of this god or that god, all protected by the infamous Gray Guard, their drab gray cloaks marking every street's corner. All roads in Absalom eventually feed into the Ascendant Court, standing at the center of the vast City at the Center of the World.

Welcome to Book 1 of the Adventure Path, "To Those of Faith"; All Roads Lead to Heaven.

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"Keep calm, everyone. Nothing to worry about here." The Gray Guard stands tall, the butt of his spear planted in the ground. A few of those wounded are being carried away by other members of the Guard on stretchers, and already the blood is being cleaned from the streets. A crowd has gathered quickly around the scene of the incident, although details are sketchy surrounding the details of the crime. All you've managed to gather is that some kind of fight took place, and it involved those who have been following the supposed "Last Disciple" of Aroden.

While the crowd continues to gather, the assembled Gray Guards become more aggressive. They begin to shove away those who move to close, using the shaft of their spears to form a blockade from those attempting to get near the scene of the incident.

Alright guys, here we go! I found a Starbucks to post from. I'll likely post some time tomorrow as well, and on Wednesday I should be back to my regular schedule. Please place yourselves in the scene, in whatever way you wish.


Male Middle-Aged Human Occultist 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | F: +5 | R: +6 | W: +5 | Perc +6 | Init +5

OOC:
What's the time of day?


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

A tall, lean woman walks out of Calistria's Pleasure Salon, with one of the temple's "worshippers" on her arm, and sees the commotion in the square between the Grey Guards and the gathering crowd. She lets out a long sigh, recognizing the symbols worn by the wounded, and by the men held in custody behind the Guards' blockade.

Ah, the Last Disciple's bunch again. Such charming and diplomatic representatives of their new figurehead, she remarks to the man at her elbow. She turns and plants a kiss on his cheek, playing coyly at innocence. Well, I hope you can manage to spare a thought for your fair lady Kierana from time to time, trapped in her tower among all this madness.

She embraces her client, bids him farewell, and waves as he descends the grand steps of the Salon's entrance. Goddess knows enough others have forgotten me. I've got less than half the clients I should have this week. What is it about this Disciple that draws people so?

She deliberates for a moment, then withdraws into the temple, and re-emerges with a new companion - a wasp the size of a black bear, with a wicked-looking curved sting the length of a sickle. I mean to try to help charm them into dispersing from my front steps, but some protection from such irrationality will not be amiss, she says to the wasp in a low voice as she runs a hand over the hard exoskeleton of its head. Come, Acharn. You can go back to your children in a moment.


Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

OOC:
Completely forgot the time of day. Around mid-afternoon.


Male Middle-Aged Human Occultist 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | F: +5 | R: +6 | W: +5 | Perc +6 | Init +5

OOC:
If it was later in the day or evening, Aemon might be travelling with Korihor to or from an alehouse, but at this time of day he's most likely to be alone and just finishing a project.

Internal:
Aemon is on his way home from the Seventh Church after a session of copying documents for them when he enters the square and sees the aftermath. While un-interested at first (as occasional brawls do break out among followers of the various Hopefuls), he pauses when he realizes which group is involved.

Aemon sees the gathering of civilians and soldiers as he enters the square and slows, then stops, eyeing the crowd. He makes his way to where the crowd is thinnest to try and get a better view.

Perception:
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 If the initial post already assumes that I've seen what I'm going to see, that's fine too.


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

Leaving the salon, Ahto gives a wink and a quick squeeze of the backside to his favorite confessor, Kierana. "Same time next week, my angel?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

Ahto turns toward the square just after the Gray Guard have restored order. He glances down at the drudgeons scrubbing blood from the paving stones.

"Looks like a missed a good fight, who won?" he asks the stern Gray Guard in a half-joking tone. Maybe he'll let something slip.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

Zephyrion is heading home with a bundle of goods gathered for his mother when he sees the commotion. He looks on in distaste and unease, the event reminding him of a terrible evening several years ago. He wonders who it was that started this mess and over what.

He sees Aemon trying to get a better view and edges in beside the older man, clapping him on the shoulder in a way he knows might startle him. "Gathered what happened here yet, Old Man?" he asks, his tone showing what could be an insult is actually a term of endearment. His inquisitive eyes take in the scene too.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Looking over the shoulder of the man questioning her, Pyrrha takes a moment to watch the crowd's energy grow and the Grey guard's response. "Oh yes, the fact that I am armed means every bit that I was involved here. That's sarcasm you fool-born halfwit. I only just got here after the fight."

Pyrrha's eyes roll as she hands over her sheathed scimitar to the man for him to inspect the blade for traces of blood or recent use before he hands it back and dismisses her hesitantly; trying to decide if he had had a bad enough day to ruin Pyrrha's for her wicked tongue. Pyrrha takes her blade with every bit of an inconvenienced sigh and heads toward the other side of the line of guards to join the crowd.


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

I'm using rules found here for influencing the movement of a crowd with Diplomacy. It's in the section marked "City Streets", subsection "Crowds". Basically, it's a DC15 Diplomacy check as a full-round action to influence the motion of a crowd in a particular direction, which I will try to use to move them away from the blockade.

Diplomacy to sway the crowd: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Friends! Kierana calls out, standing on the lip of a fountain near the edge of the crowd. Step back a bit; let these fine men have some peace to perform their duties. There are wounded to be seen to, after all, and investigations must be made. Give the good Guards a moment, and soon your day shall be returned to the ordinary. And maybe I'll get some quiet, she adds to herself.


Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

"It's none of your damned business, you Calistrian whore!" The shout is heard from the crowd, but it is quickly followed by the crunch of a gauntlet meeting the man's nose. You can watch him drop, blood flying from his nose. A few other bystanders drag him from the crowd, and it begins to slowly disperse. Once the mob starts to leave, the crime scene is much easier to spot. Several wounded lie on the ground clutching at their wounds, clearly left by a dagger or other small, cutting weapon. Some have suffered only minor wounds, but one is lying barely conscious in a pool of her own blood. All those wounded wear the light-blue armband with Aroden's holy symbol upon it, the sign of those who follow the new 'Last Disciple'.

As Ahto approaches, the Gray Guard straightens, keeping his firm stance. "Several men and women were injured, one killed. Their attacker was wearing Iomedae's holy symbol, screaming that they were defiling the name of a dead god. Told them to beg for the Inheritor's mercy." The guard seems disinterested in the specifics, but continues speaking. "Caught a few of them with his knife, one or two of them real bad. One of them struggled with him for the knife, and they both ended up going over the edge." As he says it, you notice bloody hand and boot prints near the edge of the chasm, along with a knife and loose gravel. "We're still clearing the crime scene. You'll need to stay back, citizen."


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Pyrrha pushes past the guards talking to Ahto coming from behind them. She lacks the beauty and grace that most elves move with. "Excuse me," she says after she's already started to press through them.

She stops short and abruptly from Ahto. She blinks once as she recalls why he would be here, "More prayers to Calistria?" she smirks. "Don't answer that."

Pyrrha turns to look back on the crime scene and to make sure the guards aren't looking to push her back. "We're both too late for this fight it seems. I heard the yelling but it was over too quickly. You can go back to your plaything if you must, although I think I'm ready to eat if you're hungry." Pyrrha turns back to Ahto with a look of disinterest in what's going on behind her.


male Halfling Rogue (unc) 3 / Bard (arch) 1 || HP: 34/34 || AC:20 (T:15 / FF:16) || CMD:17 || Fort:+2 Refl:+8 Will:+4(+2 fear) || Init:+4 || Perception:+10/11 Sense +5, adpt luck 3/3, arch luck 7/7

Brand had heard the commotion as he was just bidding farewell to a grateful afternoon crowd. He collected the coins that had been cast into his hat and made his way toward the center of the Ascendant Court. Trouble there always meant one thing ~ good storytelling material. Sure, he would likely embellish whatever was to have occurred, but everyone loved the stories of the Starstone.

As he entered the edge of the Court, he listened to the rumblings of the crowd. Though his slight frame and agility would easily allow him access to a front row seat, it was clear whatever incident had occurred was already concluded, and so such efforts would be fruitless. Indeed, he could hear the Gray Guard hurriedly trying to disperse the crowd. Still, he pulled the basics from the crowd. Aroden, Last Disciple, Iomedae, blasphemy, stabbing, fall to death. These were the useful tidbits for a story. Strange though that a servant of Iomedae would carry out an assault in the Ascendant Court, perhaps more of a fanatical extremist then a church member, I will need to learn more... Turning toward the dissipating crowd, he began to dig for any useful tidbits.

diplomacy(gather information): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
diplomacy(gather information): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

woohoo, campaign trait coming into play in my first post!

After garnering what he can from the crowd, Brand is about to wander away when the growd becomes sparse enough for him to see his friend Ahto standing across the Court by the House of Calistria, speaking with their new acquaintance Pyrrha. Hurrying over, he calls out. "Hey, who let that ugly mug into the land of fair priests and missionaries?! You're looking quite relaxed Ahto, offered your penance I guess?"

The Exchange

(*Mind-Buttressing Armor*) Male Human Inquisitor of Abadar (Sin Eater) 6 l AC 17 T 10 FF 17 l HP 49/49 l F +5 R +2 W +7/+9* l Init +2 l Perc +11

"Offering my penance? Hmmm...it seems I've been mispronouncing that word," he replies drily to Brand.

"And as to your question," he says, turning to Pyrrha. "I could definitely eat something. Nothing makes a man more content than to have his belly full and his seed-bag empty!" He gives the elf a friendly nudge with his shoulder.

"So what do you make of this? He said an Iomedean knifed them in the streets. He may as well've told me that he saw an Erastilian High Father in the brothel!"


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

Kierana steps down off of her platform, accepting the hand offered her by one of the crowd. How sweet, she thinks. The fool thinks he's insulted me.

As she steps down, she hears Ahto's wisecrack to Pyrrha. With a small smile on her face, she makes her way through the dispersing crowd, Acharn at her side, to the small knot of people around Ahto. She arrives just in time to hear "...High Father in the brothel!"

Now now, Ahto. I think you underestimate the variety of clients I've seen. She lets out a high, clear laugh. Now, I somehow doubt a philandering high priest was the cause of all this chaos. I saw you speaking with one of the Grey Guard - what have you found out about this latest altercation?


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

"He said a man wearing a symbol of Iomedae came at some of the Disciple's people with a knife. There was a tussle, someone got knifed, and a couple others went over the edge," he says, nodding toward the chasm. "That's what I was sayin' about a High Father in the brothel. This kind of attack isn't really the way the dawn-folk do things. If it had been some sort of open-air debate, or even a challenge to honorable combat, I could believe it, but this....it smells like like a dockside privy."


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

Well, I've seen many strange things before. Misguided brutality can be born from good intentions as well as malicious, and certainly the Inheritor's children are not immune...but I agree, I mislike it greatly. She looks over at the wounded being tended by the Guards, and makes a mental note of the blood trail going over the side of the cliff.

Then, she remembers her courtesies and nods politely to Brand and Pyrrha. Greetings to you; I hope the day finds you well. The guards seem to have things well in hand - I pray there will be no further trouble for the evening. I would pray for no further trouble in perpetuity, but this is the Ascendant Court. We all know that to be unlikely. She chuckles.


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

Zephyrion sees a small gathering of people, a few of which he knows discussing the incident and motions for Aemon to follow him. He overhears the cause of the fighting and shakes his head in disgust. His parents both being followers of Iomedae he cannot imagine such violence being caused by a devotee and he mentions as such when he is within speaking distance. "I wouldn't be surprised if someone else pretended to be a follower of Iomedae to incite chaos. It just doesn't sit right otherwise."

He remembers himself then and greets everyone "Kierana, Ahto, Brand, Miss," nodding to each in turn. The last being Pyrrha to whom he offers a hand, "Zephyrion Starset, but most people just call me Zeph."


"Get off me!" Korihor grunts at the city watch who has his knee on her back, pressing her down into the mud. Several cuts bleed on her face, and her arms are bound above her head, held by the guard restraining her.


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Pyrrha rolls her eyes at Ahto, "A feeling that didn't need an explanation, gross."

After Kierana arrives Pyrrha eventually nods at her, but stays very silent, taking the opportunity to look over at the guard pinning something troublesome to the ground.

When Zephyrion joins the group and introduces himself she eyes his extended hand just long enough to make it awkward before meeting it with her rough hand. "Imagining things so they sit right turns a blind eye to just how screwed up this city can and its people can be ... I'm Pyrrha" She says with a cold blank state.


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

Ahto notices the struggling woman on the ground. "Looks like she got pinched. Bad day for her. I thought he said the attacker was a man. Huh."

Ahto walks back over to the guardsman he was speaking with earlier. "She doesn't look like an Iomedaen...or a man...what's she getting pinched for?" he asks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17


male Halfling Rogue (unc) 3 / Bard (arch) 1 || HP: 34/34 || AC:20 (T:15 / FF:16) || CMD:17 || Fort:+2 Refl:+8 Will:+4(+2 fear) || Init:+4 || Perception:+10/11 Sense +5, adpt luck 3/3, arch luck 7/7

Brand tips his cap to Kierana, "Pleasure to see you miss. And Zeph, how are you? Wish or reunion weren't at such troubling times. The Court is supposed to be a place of peace for all people, not... this. Tis a shame.

Seeing Ahto head towards the guard, Brand shakes his head, knowing that this interaction is just as likely to end up with Ahto in shackles as the woman freed. Damn his hot temper... Brand casually yet quickly moves over behind his friend, ready to extricate him from any trouble he may get himself into.


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

Zephyrion considers Pyrrha's words, "You're right of course. Every church, every place, every group has some rot, even the church of Iomedae." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "But I still wouldn't be surprised if there is more at work here than meets the eye. This Last Disciple business is a bit unsettling. "

He then greets Brand with a wide smile. Before following Brand's eyes
eyes as he turns and watches Ahto going to help a woman, struggling against the hold of a guard. He considers trying to help too, but Ahto seems to have the situation in hand. And really, the overinflated egos of guards had never taken well to Zeph's sharp tongue. Even still he readies himself mentally for confrontation.


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

Kierana's eyes follow the others', watching Ahto walk over to the guards restraining the struggling woman. Well, if he wishes to join her, so be it... Yet as she is saying this, her feet begin to take her in Ahto's direction, going with Brand to where Ahto questions the guard. We applaud you for your work today restoring the peace, fine souls, of course; however, I too wonder what the woman has done to merit such rough treatment. She attempts to help soften Ahto's brusque manner with her own words.

Diplomacy aid another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


male Halfling Rogue (unc) 3 / Bard (arch) 1 || HP: 34/34 || AC:20 (T:15 / FF:16) || CMD:17 || Fort:+2 Refl:+8 Will:+4(+2 fear) || Init:+4 || Perception:+10/11 Sense +5, adpt luck 3/3, arch luck 7/7

Listening to first Ahto then Kierana's words, Brand continues to make his way forward. Damn, might as well help sell this... Speaking up, "Indeed noble servant of Absalom, was that woman perhaps caught up in the scuffle but not involved? Too often travelers to the City at the Center of the World get overwhelmed by the excitement of the Ascendant Court, and end up hindering the duties of our most noble Gray Guard. Perhaps we could humbly get her out of your way so that you can focus on the investigation at hand?"

Diplomacy(aid another): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

With Helpful trait, I give a +4. With Kierana's check, that takes Ahto's roll to 23


"I can't...I can't br..."


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

"Obviously she's done something to merit the crushing of her solarplexus, restricting the ability of the lungs to take in air. She shouldn't waste effort on trying to tell the guard anything. She's going to black out in less than a minute." Pyrrha states dismissively.

"Where is everyone going? Aren't any of you hungry?" Pyrrha protested, but as the others engage the guard she surrenders with a sigh, "urgh, fine." She turns to face in their direction but stays put and crosses her arms.


Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

"Possible illegal use of magic." The guard's brusque manner begins to recede as Brand and Kierana approach, but he still remains professional. As Korihor begins to struggle for breath, the guard winces for a moment before gesturing to his companion. "Ease up, Ulric. Girl still needs to breathe." With that, the younger guard eases his knee off of Korihor's chest, allowing her a chance to catch her breath. "We saw her get off a spell during the attack. We haven't be able to confirm that she wasn't involved in some way, other than as a victim. She's recently become involved in the Last Disciple's following; it's possible she was involved in the attack."

Upon the mention of possible zealotry, he speaks up again. "That's our current suspicion, although we'll be checking in with the local temple to confirm he isn't tied to the main branch of the church."


Korihor coughs, sucking in air and dust, her face against the ground. "I di - I didn't c..." Korihor coughs again. "cast..."


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

"Oh, what kinda magic did she use? I didn't see anyone explode or get burned. Have you studied a lot of magic? Are you certain that your split-second assessment of her power in the heat of the moment is enough to hold her? Citizens of Absalom don't take kindly to having their freedom taken without cause, but you know that."

He speaks in a tone that is calculated to make the guard uncertain in his pronouncement.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Pyyrha's eyes narrow as the guard speaks as if preparing to have a barb pulled from her foot, and when Ahto starts to get serious she uncrosses her arms and settles her hand on the pommel of her scimitar.


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

Indeed they don't take kindly to it, Ahto. Why, with such fervor from the Grey Guard, how could the crowd not be inspired to the same enthusiasm? Kierana continues, attempting to subtly play on the guard's fears of re-inciting the crowd's panic.

Intimidate aid another: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

Zephyrion sighs and steps forward to join the others, this was going too far. His cheerful expression falls from his face and his features becomes hard, his eyes a void. He stares down the guard with the others. "It could be said that each of us can speak into many ears. It will not end quietly if you take this girl away with little mercy and even less proof."

Intimidate (aid another): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19


Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

"Not enough to hold her, no. But enough to make sure she's incapable of assailing us with her magic before we ask a few questions." The man stands an inch or two taller than Ahto, but seems to shrink under the other man's scrutiny. "... But judging from her condition, I doubt she'll have an easy time of casting anything. Ulric, get her on her feet. We'll... we'll have a word with her here." With that, the other man lifts himself from Korihor, dragging her to her feet along with him.

Ulric pulls at the collar of his tunic, clearly sweating after their recent struggle. While he no longer holds her down, Korihor's hands are still held firmly behind her back. As he keeps her relatively still, the other guard moves in close, to question her. "Did I hear you say you cast no spell in that scuffle? We witnessed what looked to be a spell fly from your fingers as the Iomedaen attempted to assault another of your number."


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

"Is it wrong to defend oneself from zealots and madmen?" Pyrrha barks from where she is standing, already knowing the answer in her mind. "You said it yourself, the Iomedaen was the attacker, and given his ability to take on several of the followers on his own, seems to indicate that the magic was in self defense if at all. The spell being cast after the scuffle is further indication of such. Stop giving her such a hard time about it, just because she worships a dead man or god or whatever."


Korihor breaths heavily. She has several small vertical cuts slashed diagonally across her lips. She sways in Ulric's grasp, and spits. A red glob hits the ground next to his boots. "Sorry," she coughs, "I didn't intend to use magic."


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

"Look at the poor girl, even if she did use magic her group was the one attacked. The man who died could have been her friend! Under threat to her life and those of her companions can you really blame her? And yet you and your brutish 'guards' seem to want to finish her off." Zephyrion shakes his head in disgust, his cold eyes never leaving the guards.


"They aren't...weren't...my companions." Korihor says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, still breathing deeply.


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

You see, good sirs? I believe we can all agree this woman was merely caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Any magic that may have been cast? Simply a knee-jerk reaction to what I'm sure was a confusing and frightening situation, being caught in the middle of such an altercation. I'm confident she will prove to cause no further disruption. Kierana shoots the guards a dazzling smile. We thank you for your good work in keeping the Ascendant Court safe. She extends a hand to Korihor, as if already anticipating the woman's release.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


male Halfling Rogue (unc) 3 / Bard (arch) 1 || HP: 34/34 || AC:20 (T:15 / FF:16) || CMD:17 || Fort:+2 Refl:+8 Will:+4(+2 fear) || Init:+4 || Perception:+10/11 Sense +5, adpt luck 3/3, arch luck 7/7

Damn, now both Ahto and Zeph are both looking for a fight, with the guard no less. I don't need this today... but perhaps Kierana can diffuse things...

Brand moves in front of both Ahto and Zeph, "Zeph, my good friend, I doubt our noble Gray Guards, charged with the sacred duty of keeping the peace in the Ascendant Court, would ever act in any kind of brutish manner. They detained her while trying to reestablish control of the area and stop the conflict that had occurred. As she was not actually involved, I am sure they will let her go on her way. But we, as citizens, must also aid and support the Gray Guard as they keep the peace in the City at the Center of the World."

Diplomacy(aid another-Kierana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

That takes Kierana's to a 28


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

Ahto fishes a couple of silver coins from his belt pouch.

"Seems to me this was all a misunderstanding, eh boys?" Ahto says to the guards. "The young miss here wasn't the cause of all this; that's plain to all of us, now. So, now that that's settled, let me buy the first drink for both you once you've finished your watch."

He offers the coins to the guards.

Aid Another, Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20


Male Human Brawler 8/Bard (Archeologist) 2/Slayer 5
House Rules:

"She can go. For now." The taller guard looks to Ulric, and nods his head. "Release her. If we need her, we can always question her later." As the man nods, Ulric releases Korihor from his grip, lightly pushing her towards the party. "I'll be needing a place of residence, in case we'll need to question you any further. I doubt that will be the case, but I'm afraid I must be thorough."

He looks to all of the party now, scanning their faces as he speaks. "My tactics are not out of malice. Incidents involving the Last Disciple have been increasing as his following grows. We're beginning to believe these may not be isolated incidents."


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

As Korihor is pushed toward the party, Kierana offers a hand to steady her. You appear to have suffered no lasting harm, my lady. Do you require any aid?

At the guard's last comments, Kierana turns to him. Not isolated? You think this an organized effort against the movement? I've certainly noticed the escalation, with it happening on my doorstep, but I never thought it to be a planned offensive.


Korihor shakes her head at Kierana's question. She looks up, and coughs again.

Perception DC 25 check for PC's:
For the briefest of moments, she glances at the guard, then away, covering it with a cough.

Crunch:
Bluff check 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25.


Female Half-elf HP 13/15 | AC 18 | FF 13 | T 15 | Per +9 | F: 4 | R: 5 | W: 6 | Init +8
Skills:
Diplo +7 | Handle +5 | Intim +8 | Prof (courtesan) +7 | Know (nat, rel) +4 (+7 to identify) | Sense Mot +8
Sacred huntsmaster inquisitor 2

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

After ascertaining that the girl is all right, Kierana continues speaking with the clump of people.

Oh gods...do I get a gold sticky star for trying? :/


Male Human Kineticist (Air) 2 | HP 16/24 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T 14 | F: 7 | R: 7 | W: 1 | Perc +6 | Init +4

Zeph inspects Korihor worriedly, he has a soft spot for women in distress and that cough is worrying. He wonders if they should take her to a hospital.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Seeing her rumpled but relatively unharmed he turns back to the guard and asks, "Are all of these incidents caused by another party, or have 'the Last Disciple's' followers been the initiator in the past?"


Male Human Brawler 9 l AC 19 T 15 FF 14 l HP 81/90 l F +9 R +9 W +4 l Init +8 l Perc +12

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Ahto places the coins into the guard's hand with a firm, friendly handshake.

"Right. Terrible business, this Disciple stuff. We'll be sure to keep an eye out for trouble. After all, having dangerous religious fanatics runnin' about in the streets doesn't bode well for our livelihood," he says, gesturing to Brand and Pyrrha. "Fare well, then, gents."


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Pyrrha makes a confused look at Ahto before realizing she should approach him. She leaves her hand rested on the hilt of her scimitar as she walks over to Ahto, "We ready to go eat? We've probably got about ten minutes before those guards come back in numbers to arrest the lot of us for interfering in their business, or maybe just the way you talked to them. Either way I'd rather not find out which."


"Do you have a rag, or something?" she says to the group of people gathered around the incident, gesturing at the cuts across her lips.


| HP: 72/80| AC: 26 (Tch:19, Ff:21) | CMB: +13, CMD: 25 | F: +11, R: +13, W: +9 | Init: +8 | Perc: +19 (lowlight, darkvision+2) | Speed 30ft | Pool: 6/6| Eclispe pool 3/3 | Active conditions: Fly 60' good, 9min

Pyrrha gives Korihor a dismissive sideways glare before turning to face Ahto again, but after a brief moment she pulls a kerchief from her armor sleeve and waves it expectantly toward the wounded woman. "Over here. Come take it already."

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