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Pleading for a soothing spirit to calm Aglaeca's injuries, Chorro sends Snow once more into the fray.

The cat crouches low, tail a-twitch, then gleefully bounds to the backside of the robe-clad kobold, claws shredding the creature's knob-spined back.

Minor: Healing Spirit grants Aglaeca a Healing Surge
Move: Snow to F18, Chorro to I13
Standard: Stalker's Strike vs W (Fort): 1d20+5=24, 1d10+5=6 damage, Snow provides Flanking for myself and allies until EoMNT

Loping eastward, Chorro points at the robe-clad kobold and whistles piercingly. Snow bounds silently toward the figure, raking it with his claws.

Move: Chorro to J13, Snow to E19
Standard:Stalker's Strike vs W (Fort): 1d20+5=21, 1d10+5=7 damage. Snow can Flank until EoMNT

As a side note, I too am enjoying this game, but if a pissy lecture from another player is going to follow a missed turn, then count me out. Being a recent first-time dad, I can pretty much guarantee I won't be available 100% of the time when it is my turn, and I certainly don't mind having the DM NPC my character after a certain amount of AWOL time (24 hours is fine), but I object to being snarked at because of it.

Anyone home? Apologies for the missed turn, I lost my dot :(

23 vs reflex misses?! I'm screwed :)

Chorro's silent plea draws Snow from the spirit world. Two rapid swats of his paws announce his arrival, as he hopes to catch the closest pair of Kobolds unaware and vulnerable.

Settling into a low crouch, the massive cat is a force to be reckoned with, his deep-throated snarl rumbling across the moors.

Minor: Call Spirit Companion (J15). Minor: Grab Totem. Standard: Twin Spirits (vs Reflex) (D3: 10, 11 damage if it hits.)(D2: 23, 9 damage.) Enemies adjacent to Snow grant CA for melee attacks until EoMNT.

Note that if the kobolds leave a square adjacent to Snow w/o shifting, Snow can use Spirit's Fangs as an opportunity action (+5 to hit, 1d10+5 damage). Feel free to roll this if necessary.

Chorro slides off of his roan, keeping a tight grip on the reins and the horse between himself and the oncoming kobolds.

Initiative: 1d20+6=24

Perception: 1d20+11=21, I'll take O1

Chorro sits easily astride his portly strawberry roan, chewing on walnuts and whistling back to the birds.

Waking refreshed and playful with the dawn, Chorro will determinedly toss walnut after walnut to the roof of Wrafton's Inn.

"Aglaeca." toss "Chorro's spirits say to him 'Chorro, wake Aglaeca, there is work to be done.'" toss "Chorro's nose says to him 'Chorro, sausages and bacon are frying, surely Aglaeca will want some.'" toss "Who is Chorro to deny the truth of his spirits?" toss "Who is Chorro to deny the truth of his nose?" toss

Chorro, content in the knowledge that he is where the spirits wish him to be, does little save accompany Sturdy and Karn to visit the temple of the Greatmother.

He is respectful to Linora and Gevarn, but offers no interjections into their discussions, save a brief amused snort when the sister recommends a visit to the human lord back at Wrafton's Inn.

Once back at the inn, he is not in the least surprised to see the tangle Aglaeca has gotten himself into, only nodding to his friend as he scurries out amidst the confusion.

To Marcus, he offers a shrug. "Aglaeca will be found when he wishes it, child of Tempus."

The shifter will then gather his few possessions and a second mug of small beer and settle himself beneath the tree in the back, content to let the sunrise wake him.

Good show, Aglaeca!

Staying: Aglaeca, Chorro.

I think my post was unclear: Chorro is going with Sturdy to the temple.

Chorro silently rises to his feet, nodding to the goliath.

"Chorro wishes to feel the stars and taste the breeze, while his friend Aglaeca lies to people he has not met."

The shifter travels slightly apart from the group, armoring himself in a profound silence. He is sometimes accompanied by the silent frost tiger he calls Snow, and he seems ill at ease when the great cat is elsewhere.

His eyes look everywhere, and his nostrils flare with every breeze or odd sound. It seems, after some time, that his vigilance is more curiousity than paranoia - he proves a peaceable traveling companion, despite his reticence.

The quaint charm of Winterhaven seems lost on Chorro. His silence deepens and Snow stays close, padding silent and stoic on the shifter's heels.

Despite the pre-paid lodgings, Chorro would prefer to find a hayloft to sleep in, or, failing that, a suitable tree to sleep under. If this proves impossible, or a great difficulty, he will grudgingly stay at Wrafton's. He will, however, take his meals there as a matter of course.

Joining Marcus and the remaining companions at the table, Chorro sniffs the soup before partaking hungrily. Snow is nowhere to be seen, and the shifter seems eager to be out of the bustle of the common room.

His participation in the table conversation is limited to attentive listening, though his eyes fix on each speaker in turn. After Aglaeca arrives and speaks, the shifter breaks his silence, raising a tufted brow and spooning the last of his soup into a mouth that might almost be smiling.

"Kobolds, Aglaeca. Kobolds."

Also good to go, though Chorro would prefer to sleep outside. He's not much for civilized comforts just yet.

Chorro stands near the booth the churchman vacated, content to watch and listen, Snow resting languid at his feet.

As the man falters, dismayed in the face of apparent disinterest, the shifter speaks, his voice a soft rasp.

"Chorro has already killed for your sake, servant of the Great Mother. The spirits that whisper to him say that he will do so again."

He shrugs, even that small movement is efficient and eloquent as his words never seem to be.

"Who is Chorro to argue with the spirits he serves?"

Chorro, Snow padding silently behind him, moves to the figure in the booth. Staring silently at the man for some time, the shifter finally speaks.

"Chorro thinks that Aglaeca should talk to this man for whom we have spilled blood." The shifter's amber gaze has a weight behind it, and is carefully neutral in tone.

Snow bounds over the well-worn table to stand wary in the center of the room, heavy tail twitching.

Gesturing towards the fey-scented human, Chorro asks a boon from the Hearth Mother, for the soothing of wounds and mending of flesh.

Move: Chorro to J3, Snow to H7. Minor: Healing Spirit: Karn can use a Surge, if he does, then Dran heals 1d6=6 HP. No Standard action.

You got it, and in fact Karn is in need of some healing.

Thanks for doing that! Had I realized he was that low, I would've helped him on my last turn. Partially my fault though, for not paying proper Healerly attention!

I try, in the paragon-tier game I run, to list HP, appropriate buffs, debuffs and status effect, as it is as much an aid to my memory as it is to the players.

With two muttered commands, Chorro sends the Frost Tiger into the thick of the fray again, huge paws raking at Dran's opponent.

The wiry shaman looks at the thug nearest the door. "Chorro gives you this chance. Use it, for never will it come again."

Minor: Dismiss Spirit, Minor: Call Spirit in J9, Standard: Stalker's Strike vs R1:12 vs Fort, if it hits: 15 damage and Snow counts as a flanker for all 'til end of my next turn.

Calling upon the spirits of the great mountain cats, Chorro sends their spectral remnants leaping into the fray to assist Snow.

Twin Panthers:vs T4: 11 vs Reflex, 11 damage. If this attack hits, allies have CA against any target adjacent to Snow.

Secondary attack (apparently happens on a miss as well) vs T1: 11 vs Reflex, 6 damage. Chorro shifts to E5.

Aglaeca wrote:

Shifting to J6, Moving threw i6,h7,g7,f8,e9, should be two move actions, one shift

Huh. I wasn't aware you could move AND shift in the same round. I thought a shift WAS a move action. Learn something new every day!

Chorro grunts softly, stepping back out of immediate danger. Muttering a swift sing-song chant, he summons a flurry of minor spirits, in an attempt to distract one of the knife-throwers.

With a sinuous lunge, a broad-shouldered frost tiger bursts from beneath the table, menacing the door-guards with a low, rumbling growl and bared teeth.

Chorro to G4. Snow to I3. Haunting Spirits on R1: 8 vs Will. In the unlikely event that it hits, 8 psychic, and grant CA to Karn til end of my next turn.

Initiative: 1d20+6=22

Marcus, Perception/Religon checks over 12 ** spoiler omitted **

Chorro's passive perception is 21, can I just settle for that?

"The names Dran Cutthral" hearing the talk about making a living Dran adds "Aye I'm of the same sword so to speak. In my travels here I have found that there is great wealth to be had here but only for those who can learn to work together."

"Chorro cares little for your wealth. His wealth is the wealth of a full belly, the wealth of a warm fire, the wealth of a strong pack around him."

Fixing the dark-skinned elf with his amber eyes, the shifter continues. "Chorro is here because Aglaeca is the only pack he has now, and the spirits have sung that Chorro must forge a new pack, from among the packless peoples of the land."

"Chorro thinks they smell of piss and fear," the shifter says to Aglaeca, only vaguely under his breath.

Chorro chants briefly, a quiet singsong that smells of frost on the peaks and fog in the deep valleys. After a moment, from beneath the small table, a contented purrrrrrrrrr can be heard, as if from a vast, very comfortable kitten.

Call Spirit Companion (minor action), summoned beneath the table. Chorro's companion is a frost tiger (think real world tiger, colored and furred for artic mountain climes) that he calls Snow.

"Aglaeca," offers Chorro in return, the minimal expression that passes for a smile briefly touching his craggy face. "is not last, this once."

The shifter's long-fingered hand moves through his raggedy mane of thick black hair, an absentminded gesture - no mere finger combing could right the tangle of spirit-locks and fetish braids he has accumulated.

"Chorro asks was it Aglaeca who lit this fire?" He stands to his full, impressive height, rangy and long-limbed but efficient in his movements. He seems very comfortable in his body, aware of exactly what he can or cannot ask from it.

He moves to the hazy window and looks out, more restless, you think, than curious.

Not sure which direction the fire is, but place Chorro next to the window closest to it.

Chorro wrote:

...who claims he bears elven blood. Chorro can smell the fey on him, but it is faint, oh so faint.

I know I didn't tell you before, but Karn doesn't actually know he is half elven. His ears look like scarred human ears, the result of a deed done by his "parents" to hide his true origins from him. In almost all ways he acts human, though a shifters sharp senses would definately pick out something fey like about the nimble man.

LOL! Well, just disregard the first bit about claiming elven blood, and we'll be golden! That's uncanny :)

...Perhaps, one day, I'll explain to you why that term amuses me. But for now, you may call me Marcus."

"Perhaps one day Chorro will listen," the shifter grunts, eyes flickering restlessly around the room. "Aglaeca should hurry."

Wrinkling his broad nose against the overwhelming rankness of stale beer, stale flesh, stale hearts and stale lives, Chorro enters the building that the townsfolk call the Gilded Lady.

His eyes rove the room, assessing, searching. They soften momentarily as they fall upon the familiar face of the human Karn, who claims he bears elven blood. Chorro can smell the fey on him, but it is faint, oh so faint.

Shrugging, the shifter approaches, his glare warding off the approaching servant. "Here be Chorro, who hopes he mustn't remain in this city much longer."

He sits, nodding briefly at the other figure. "Child of Tempus." is all he says by way of greeting.

...wife have like 8 holiday lunches/ dinners to head off to

Just FYI - I do not generally post much on weekends, as family consumes the bulk of my time then.

Aglaeca is a talented adventurer, Arcanist, and Linguist looking to work to further his own studies, (which will culminate with the destruction of the 9 hells, and the rescuing of his sister's soul).

Aglaeca is somewhat frumpy and dour, but friendly and earnest.

So who wants to be my friend.

Chorro has certainly met you before, and remembers you - the smell of tiefling is not an easy one to forget. The spirits tell him you shall need his help one day...

Chorro pauses, nostrils flaring, and sinks to his haunches . "Bah. First ones here, we be." He looks to the ghostly cougar-spirit as it settles comfortably beside him, tail a-twitch. "Same as ever, eh?"

His long-fingered hands absently trace symbols in the earth, as he closes his green eyes to mere slits, leans back against a mossy tree trunk and awaits the others.

Profile needs filling in, but that'll have to wait til tomorrow, I am afraid. I am open to any ideas you may have as far as background placement, DM, since I am not a student of the realms.