Coralee Starscryer's page

"Dammit! We're going to be scattered all over the vale come morning if we keep this up. We should go after them, try to stay together, and incidentally avoid unfriendlies and floods at the same time."

"Pack up your things, quickly, and we'll follow them."

Coralee quickly starts to throw her stuff into packs on Monarch, then hurriedly leads him after the others. His reins in one hand and a Starknife held out in front of her in the other, she follows them blindly through the forest.

For Coralee

Spoiler:

You can hear the cool, soothing voice of Desna. "My child, the servants of the evil one are upon you be wary. Faith manages.

Coralee goes wide eyed for a moment and then her gaze narrows and she looks around warily, her Starknife held out befor her and her other hand held up as if to cast a spell.

"Ummm, guys. I'm not sure but I think we may still have company out there. And not the 'let's invite them in for tea and biscuits' company either, I mean the 'let's disembowel them before they try to do the same to us' company."

Fjyndel lets Coralee's speech flow over him, trying to get the vital informations between the bable

Bable! =(

Those who have low-light vision get a +2 bonus to their perception check.

Perception Check. (1d20+2+2=13)

Coralee looks around at the corpses and lets out a sigh.
"Ummm... what on Golarion just happened there. Correct me if I'm wrong but those Lumberjacks looked mighty dead before we actually killed them. And where in the Nine Hells are Grendel and Stoney going? At least we have closure on the fate of Quirk's friends although I am sure that that is not much consolation to him... I could be wrong though, he is buzzing around up there in the trees somewhere. The bigger question that I wouldlike to know the answer to though is where did these undead Lumberjacks come from? Were they like this when they attacked the Pixies or did this happen to them afterwards? If it did happen afterwards then there is something else out there with the power to have slain these men and then raised them as what I can only assume to be Zombies. Not that I've ever seen a Zombie but then everyone has at least heard of them right? Stoney did say to wait here but does he need some help? Oh or maybe Nature called and he doesn't want us following him and watching. Grendel better watch out then. Hey Fjyn, did you hear Nature call out to Stoney? Ha Ha Ha, I made a joke, get it. So Quince, what next?
She casts a quick glance around at the party to make sure everyone is alright, then looks over at Quince expectantly, with a girlishly flirty look in her eyes.

Sorry I haven't posted regularly, work is piling up at the moment and I've only been able to manage a quick skim and post here and there, not enough time to devote to Coralee's unique posting style. =)

Initiative Order

Quince 20
Fyjdel 20
Drint 18
Girther 16
Coralee 15
Quirk 7
Lumberjacks 3

Coralee quickly decides to cast Mage Armour on herself so as to be ready for the fight at hand. Once done, she readies herself for the Lumberjacks coming towards them, holding her Starknife out in front of her, but still keeping an eye on the others in case they need some healing.

Attacks of opportunity can be made by Drint and Coralee.

Rad, Coralee's Initiative is actually 15, the Perception roll was 8 =) Not that it makes a difference, still the same order!

Attack of Opportunity vs. Lumberjack. (1d20+1=15) Damage. (1d3=3)
Coralee glances over at Quirk to see if he needs some healing assistance, but she can see no wounds even though she saw him get hit. She then screws her nose up at the stench and takes a swipe at a Lumberjack as it shambles into range.

Perception (1d20+2=8)

Initiative (1d20+2=15)

Coralee quickly decides to cast Mage Armour on herself so as to be ready for the fight at hand. Once done, she readies herself for the Lumberjacks coming towards them, holding her Starknife out in front of her, but still keeping an eye on the others in case they need some healing.

It is midnight and there is no moon up in the sky. The only light for miles around is the flickering embers of your campfire.

For whoever is on watch Perception DC 10

I am assuming that Coralee will be on watch as the first and last have been taken already

Perception Check (1d20+2=14)

Coralee has been on watch for a short while now and she is busy gazing up into the night sky at the stars, when all of a sudden she is startled by a loud boom and rustling in the bushes surrounding the camp. She quickly rushes over to Quince and whispers loudly "Quince wake up, there areat least three somethings out there and they're coming our way in a hurry."
She then moves to Girther, Fjyndel, Drint and Quirk in that order, skipping anyone that already appears to be waking up and repeating her warning. After that she rushes back over to Quince and stands with a Starknife at the ready looking around the camp into the bushes trying to catch a glimpse of whatever is out there.

EDIT: Damn Quince, you must have snuck in there while I was typing up my post! =)

The party quickly digs a grave. Laying the pixies' corpses on the moist soil, they look tiny.

Coralee helps everyone dig and place the bodies in the graves. She gathers everyone together around the graves and bows her head.

"Desna, please bless these spirits, Ljokel, Mixie and Lalma and make sure they find their way to the Realm of Fralnuflen, where they may play forevermore without a care. They were taken from this world by sensless violence, but their fun loving spirits will now know eternal peace.
Let us mark their memories not with solemn silence, but with carefree laughter, to show them that we are thinking of them and know that they have gone to a better place."
With this, she lifts her head and gives a cheerful but forced laugh. Everyone can see however, that their are tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I sure will try to follow the track, if we follow those lumberers... But would it not be better to gather the ingredients for the townsfolk?

I do not want to make this decision... Quirk, you knew those victims. I think the decision is yours. I will do whatever you are going to do."

Coralee is chewing on her lip, with a thoughtful look upon her face.

"Well, personally I want to do both, but I just not sure how feastable that will be. Why do they call it feastable, it has nothing to do with food? I've always wondered that. Anyway, we did make a commitment to Laurel to gather these ingredients and we are under a time limit, but we should also try and avenge Quirk's friends as well. Their deaths were sensless and crule and should not go unpunished. The problem is that doing so will take time away from our ingredients quest and if we don't make it back in time then there will be a lot more people dead. Oh dear, I just can't decide. Quince, what do you think we should do? If we had a leader at all I would choose you, not that I'm forcing you to make the decision on your own, it should be something that we all do, but just that I think you should act like a mediator and be that medium voice. You know, the one that casts the tying vote, or the judge that rules on the verdict of the jury, or the trusted friend that people come to for advice, or the crazy old lady that has 50 cats that everone knows is crazy and they don't listen to her and... no wait that one doesn't work does it, because noone listens to the crazy cat lady. Forget that last one, but you get my meaning, right? Anyway I guess I'm just saying that I know I look up to you for guidance and I'm not sure about the others but I vote for you to be the leader if you weren't already, because I don't really know what you guys had decided before I met you at Jurin's house."

Sorry guys, big weekend. My son's Naming Day was on Sunday.

Spot Check. (1d20+2=19)

Coralee looks up into the tree and a look of horror appears on her face.
"Oh no, up in the tree there, that's terrible. Quirk those look like Pixies."
Hearing Quirk's mournful cries and words of vengeance, she quickly moves over to put her arm around him and offer comfort.
"Don't worry Quirk, we'll find who did this and I will make sure Desna's wrath will punish those who would do this to playful little Pixies. Let us hope we come across no more such grisly offerings. It is the same to me as if someone had done this to one of Desna's children, the Lyrakien. I have only met one once, but they are similar to Pixies and I will honour your brethren the same way. We will cut them down and bury them and I will sing Desna's Blessing upon them."

It shouldn't be too difficult, and we'll make it as safe as possible. But we'll need more than 100 feet of it. I think Fjyndel bought about 50 feet worth back in Falcon's Hollow, but that won't be enough. Coralee? Girther? Got any rope?"

Coralee goes over and rummages around in her backpack, finally producing a length of rope.

"I have this. It's 50' long but it's made of silk, so I don't know how well it will attach if noone else has silk. I know not everyone has silk rope. Most of the caravan guards laughed at me because I had silk rope. 'A good length of hemp rope's what you need little lady, none o that fancy silk stuff', that's what they used to say. I like it though. It's not as rough as hemp rope, which is good for my hands. Plus Monarch likes it better if I ever need to use it with him. Speaking of Monarch, how are we going to get him across? I can only think of putting him on a raft, but I don't know how stable that's going to be and we don't have a raft, well unless one of you has a magical collapsible one at least, so that means we would have to make one which will take us most of tomorrow. Would your magic be able to get him across? I think I could pick something small up with my magic and carry it, but Monarch is waaaay too heavy for me to do that."

Sunlight is getting scarce, you can feel the air getting colder.

Coralee shivers at the cool air.

" well I agree with Stoney, I think we should set up camp here for the night and then decide what to do over dinner. O how I long for the taste of Cookie's stews instead of these trail rations. Never mind, one has to take the bad of the open road with the goods I suppose. So let's pitch our camp and get down to figuring out what to do over a nice dinner. Well I say nice, but well, you know trail rations and all."
She then leads Monarch over to a sheltered spot behind a tree and ties him up with enough length to eat the graas, but not enough to wander far. She starts to unpack her tent from Monarch's saddle, then turns expectantly towards the others to make sure they are following her lead and they're not just gonna pack up and move on.

Sense Motive (1d20+2=9)

Coralee has been walking by herself next to Monarch for a while, oblivious to what is going on around her. She isn't even paying attention when Fjyndel announces that they are being followed.

"Perhapssss we should jusssst get him a pet rock", Drint suggests, "I doubt he could eat that."

"Hee Hee. I had a pet rock when I was twenty. His name was Rockson and he was my best friend, but I lost him in the pond. I think he ran away while I was swimming. I don't know if Quirk's quite ready for the responsibility involved in caring for a rock just yet. They can be tricky. You have to do everything for them, they won't do anything for themselves. Maybe we should just start him with something simple like an animal that can look after itself first and move up to something as hard as a rock once he gets the hang of it."

You're not quite sure whether Coralee is serious or joking. She has a playful smile on her face, but says it in such a serious tone.

It appears its up to Coralee and Fjyndel. Roll high.

Spot Check. (1d20+2=17) So close, yet so far!

So it's down to Fjyndel. Use your lucky dice.

Oh dear this can't be good!

Drint observes the long exchange. At Coralee's suggestion he says, "I would prefer a cat."

"OK then, you can have a cat. As long as you don't let it near Quirk that is. That's not very nice Quirk, I thought you were a nice little Pixie but that's just mean. So a cat for you, a tortoise for Stoney and errr... you don't eat birds too do you Quirk? What could you have that you won't eat?"

To Coralee: "But I am the halfling, and Girther is the dwarf. We shouldn't call you or Fjyndel 'the gnome' because there are two of you, but it fits for us. The real problem, Coralee, is that Monarch is, in fact, a horse, albeit of the pony variety, whereas Risk is not, in fact, a fox. He's a firefoot fennec. Most people wouldn't care about the difference, but it is there. Risk is most definitely NOT a fox. And I think he may be a bit more sensitive about that than Monarch is about being called a horse."

Quince pauses and grins slyly. "But I think you should cut me some slack. After all, didn't you say you though I was cute?"

Coralee blushes, looking a little embarassed.

"Wow, I 'spose you're right. He's not a fox? Gee he looks like one. I've never heard of a firefoot fennec. Are they related to foxes 'cause that would explain why I thought he was a fox. How did you know I thought you were cute. Did you tell him I said that Fjyn? I asked you to put in a good word for me, not tell him I thought he was cute. Um, I mean I was just, um well the thing is, um..."
For once Coralee actually looks lost for words.

"Well, I call him 'Grendel' and most of the time he replies to it."

He then lets Coralee run her mouth over him, trying to remember most of the questions to reply to them at the time she has to recover her breath.
"I do not think of him as a pet, more of a companion. I talk to him regularly, and sometimes he does the same. Not talk to himself, I meant that he would talk to me.
Grendel does not mind me riding him, but I do not ride him everytime either. I asked him to carry my belongings and he sayed yes to it.
He is not fierce on purpose, but he might want to defend me, if he has the chance. Or he might grapple me and drag me out of a battle, but I try to not let that happen."

"Wow that's really good. Somehow I can't see Monarch doing that for me. I sometimes talk to him too, but he never talks back to me. Does Grendel talk dog talk or does he talk like us? If he talks dog then you must be a Druid to be able to understand him. Do you have to train him like a normal dog or can you just tell him to do stuff?

I'd be less work if you could just tell him, but you probably like training and stuff huh?"

After the next rest stop, Coralee continues the conversation about the river.

"I agree with Girther. Let's go to the river and see how it looks. Except for Girther and the horse, I might be able to get everyone else across with my magic. I could certainly get our possessions across, dry even. Well, depending on how wide the river is. The horse could swim, I'm sure - Girther, maybe we could string up a rope, or build a raft. But no use wasting time going around if we don't need to."

Coralee frowns with her eyebrows at Quince.

"Hey Mister, THE HORSE has a name. His name is Monarch and he's not even a horse he's a Pony." She pat's Monarch's mane reassuringly. "There, there boy, he didn't mean to call you a horse. That's just like me calling you the halfling or Stoney the Dwarf. He'll say sorry for calling you a horse. Well I suppose not quite the same really, but I'd like you to apologise to Monarch for calling him a horse please. He's a bit sensitive about it. Hey, I've just realized there are three of us with animals as friends, you, me and Fjyn. Maybe Drint, Stoney and Quirk should get some animal friends too. I think Stoney should get a tortoise and Drint should get a lizard, and Quirk should get a bird! Then we could be the animal group. That sounds great. Monarch's not much of a friend compared to Grendel or your lovely fox, I don't think you ever told me his name but gee he's a beauty, but he still deserves a little bit of respect, he's got feelings too you know. I'm happy to let him cross the river if it's not dangerous, but if it's going to be too dangerous for him then I'm gonna go around with him. Maybe three of us could go around and three could go on over if that's the case. Maybe we could split and get two of the ingredients at once. If I'm reading this map right then you guys can go straight to the Witch's place and we could go to the Elder Tree. Then we could both meet up outide the forest and skirt the edges until we get to the Dwarven Ruins. It might be dangerous to split up though, so if that sounds like a bad idea then just let me know, because may parents always said my ideas needed a little bit of work to get off the ground. Anyway, I do agree that we should at least get to the river first and then decide from there once we get the lay of the land... err water."
By about halfway through this Coralee is no longer "frowning" but has a cheeky grin on her face.

Party has to make a choice: the most direct route through the Vale requires crossing a wide river; or another route which adds two more days travel time requires going around the the river.

Should we be doing this IC or OOC? If IC then:

At one of the rest stops, Coralee takes alook at her map.
"Hey guys I'm looking at this map and I think we are gonna need to make a decision here. Look at this. There's this big river here and it's right between us and where Quirk says The Elder Tree is. We can go around it here, but it will be a lot longer for us. Given our deadline maybe we should just try and cross the river. Quirk is there anything about the river we should be aware of? And given that we want to cross the river, where would be the best place to do so, given that Monarch here is not gonna be too comfy on a makeshift raft. If it means that we can't cross because of him then I'm so sorry for making you do the extra walking around but I can't leave him in the forest. I wish I had of paid a bit closer attention to the map before we left. So Quirk, can the river be crossed or will we have to go around?"
Coralee actually looks a bit disheartened by this news.

This is the Campaign Journal of Coralee Starscryer in the Rise of the Kobold King PbP currently being run by that stalwart pillar of the PbP Community; Radavel.

Sunday, 9 Sarenith, 4707 AR
I arrived in the town of Falcon's Hollow late in the evening as part of a Merchant Caravan from Korvosa on it's way to Absalom. We set up our stuff and most of us headed towards an inn in town called The Sitting Duck. I went in and asked the portly barkeep for a room and some Thistlewine and he was really rude to me and suggested that because they were full that I should try the brothel across town. I can only think that he said such a thing because I am so good looking, but still it wasn't very nice of him. Anyway, he said I had to buy 2 drinks to stay in the common room, so I found a seat and tried to drink what I can only say "passes" for a tasty liquid beverage. After a while I noticed a bit of a commotion when a man was carried out of the bar and a lot of people were coughing and hacking. I asked the barmaid if there was any kind of disease in town and she said no, not that she was aware of but that I should go and see Laurel in the Roots and Remedies down the street. So I did, but when I got there Laurel had been attacked! I burst into the front room of the shop to find Laurel slumped over the counter with a dagger sticking out of her back. I quickly pulled the knife out and called upon the Blessing of Desna to heal her wounds. Thankfully she hadn't passed over and she groggily came around. I managed to give her some more healing and she asked me to go and check on an old man in the next room. So I went and it was horrible! Someone had taken to the old man with a knife (it was probably the same one in Laurel's back now that I come to think of it) and he was all mutilated. So I rushed back in to tell Laurel and she told me to go and find someone called Jurin Kreed. She said that he would know how to get in contact with someone called Quince Darkivy and that I should bring this Quince Darkivy back to see her. So I went and found Jurin (he was only a boy and I woke up his father who wasn't very happy and I feel a bit sorry for Jurin now, he might get in trouble) and so Quince was actually staying there with him. Quince also had some friends with him and one of them is a Kobold can you imagine that! So there is Quince (he's pretty cute) and Fjyndel (he's another Gnome like me, well not really like me 'cause he's a bit too "rustic" for my tastes) and Stoney the grumpy Dwarf and Drint the Kobold (he's not too bad for a Kobold, if a little on the sour side) and then there's Quirk the cute little Pixie. So we all headed back to Laurel's and she tells us that the town is afflicted by something called the Blackscour Taint. She can heal it but she has run out of ingredients and would like us to go into Darkmoon Vale and find them for her. Of course we all agreed (even the Kobold) and so we spent the night at Laurel's.

Moonday, 10 Sarenith, 4707 AR
So we woke up this morning and after my morning Prayers to Desna we all headed out to the shops to get supplies for our trip. I bought this Journal so I could keep a record of our journey to go with the other Journal of my trip with the Caravan. I also bought some other stuff and it was good because Laurel let us spend up to 50 gold on stuff! I didn't quite spend that much though, so Laurel can still have some of mine left. Anyway I went and told the Caravan Master where I was going and suggested that he take the crew over to see Laurel and get them checked out and if they were all alright then they should continue on to Abaslom without me. After that I met back up with the others and after lunch we got underway. Laurel told us that we should be back within a fortnight or there might not be a Falcon's Hollow to return to. Quirk knows the Vale, so he told us where we could find everything we needed. So we decided to head towards the nearest of the three places first, somewhere called The Elder Tree located to the North of Falcon's Hollow. This meant we had to travel through Darkmoon Vale and around towards the mountains. The next spot he said we had to go is the hut of the Witch Ulizmilla and that should be a day's march to the West of The Elder Tree. The old dwarven ruins is a day's march from the Witch's hut and towards the Northwest. I don't like the sound of that Witch's hut personally, but hopefully she's a good Witch. Anyway, we're getting back underway now after a short break, so I'll write some more tonight. Quirk says it's gonna be a good 2 days or so before we get to the tree, so I'm sure there's gonna be some exciting stuff to write about on the way there, some of the caravan guards said that the Darkmoon vale is supposed to be a bit creepy. I think they were just trying to scare me, but maybe they were telling the truth. Uh Oh, Quince is telling me to hurry up so I better leave it there. He still looks cute, even when he's trying to look cross.

Does she even breathe?

Occasionally she might take a breath... every once in a while!

I should have made her a short Air Genasi, they don't need to breathe.

Seriously though, when she's not actually talking to anyone, she tends to just keep to herself. She doesn't ask for company, but if she gets it boy should they watch out!

Also, if any of you are of the investigative type, then you should scour Coralee's Character page for any interesting possessions that you may discover! =)

Fjyndel Klingroot wrote:

Being out of town, the first thing Fjyndel does is to get out his whistle and blow on it. Strange as it is, no sound is to hear for any human noticing that procedure, for that whistle being a dog-whistle to call Grendel, the riding dog and companion of the gnome.

Shortly thereafter the dog chased to the party, nearly knocking Fjyndel off his feet as he stops next to the gnome.

Fjyndel tries to keep near to Coralee, hoping to be able to engage her in a conversation

You're asking for it :D

lol! Should I go easy on him? Nah, you're right he asked for it! ;)

Coralee notices the big dog come rushing for Fjyndel after it's too late and rushes over to him, drawing her Starknife as she goes. Seeing the dog not about to eat him, but instead licking his face affectionately, she sheepishly stows her Starknife and gives Fjyndel a big grin.
"Wow, that's a big dog. Is he your pet? That looks like a saddle on him! I know that 'cause Monarch has a Saddle too. I don't ride him all the time though, sometimes I like to walk next to him. Do you ride your dog all the time, or do you like to walk with him too? What's his name? My Pony's name is Monarch, just like Desna's friend the giant butterfly! My Monarch's not quite as smart as him though. He just knows whent to go and stop really. Is your dog fierce? He looks pretty fierce, but then again most dogs look pretty fierce to me. So where did you say you came from Fjyn? I can call you Fjyn right? I come from the Sanos forest originally, but left there to see the worls and have been travelling with a merchant caraven since I left Korvosa. Terrible city Korvosa. Full of Laaws and nasty Knights. I tell you what though, those Sable Company Marines can rock my socks anytime they want! That rugged look really pays off for them. And oh boy should you see them in the sky. Thgey are quite the sight on their Hippogriffs, wheeling about the city, helping people out. You've got a bit of that rugged look yourself Fjyn, but sorry, you're not quite my type. What do you know about Quince though. He's cute. Do you know if he's seeing anyone? If not, can you put the good word in for me? Have you ever been in this forest we're going into before? You really do look the type to be at home in a forest. You're not one of those Druids are you? My parents knew some Gnome Druids back in the Sanos Forest. They seemed to get on well with them, but I always thought they were abit stuffy personally. You're not stuffy though are you Fjyn? You should have seen this one Druid, he had this huge bear that he rode around everywhere. That thing was huge and it even had these big spikes on it's back. He just rode between the spikes. I mean it was so big that the Druid could have fit into the palm of the bear's hand. I've never seen a bear that big before! Well, to tell you the truth I have only ever seen one other bear than that, but this Druid Bear was like twice the size of that bear! Compared to him, your dog is tiny. It's not really tiny though, it just looks tiny compared to that bear. I think it might have been sick alot though 'cause the Druid kept saying that it was a Diarrhea Bear. Yuck, I'd hate to have to clean that up all the time! Your dog's not like that though is he? Monarch's are pretty yuck but I don't clean them up that often. Your dog looks like he likes you alot! Monarch likes me but he is not very affectionate, he just doesn't bite me like he does other people, although if he likes someone he won't bite them. Can I pet him? Will he bite me? Is he more like an attack dog, or a guard dog, or just a riding dog? The kobold and the Dwarf, Drint and Stoney are a bit sourpussy aren't they? They should lighten up a bit, just like Quirk, he's a cheery little thing. I hope he knows his way around this place. I made sure to but a map just in case. It's pretty rough but at least it shows some things on it."
Coralee finally lets up long enough for Fjyndel to get at least one word in edgewise. Although she has been talking to Fjyndel, she has unconsciously been talking loud enough for the rest of the party to hear, even though there are some things that she probably shouldn't have said aloud.

For Coralee

Spoiler:

You enter the Sitting Duck and see the caravan master slumped on one of the tables. He appears to have passed out from too much ale. You playfully pull a couple of nose hairs and the caravan master bolts up awake, "Ouch! Why did you have to do that, Coralee?"

"So long as you guys are comfortable sleeping with a dead man in the next room. The general store should be open tomorrow."

In the morning, Coralee performs her Prayers to Desna after waking, then eats breakfast and heads first to the General Store to buy a new Journal to detail her new adventure, then to the Caravan to report to the Caravan Master about where she is going. Once done there, she heads back over to the Sitting Duck to collect Monarch from the Stable Boy, tipping him a Silver for his good work. When she has checked Monarch and all of her gear, she then heads back to Laurel's to meet up with the party before they begin their "Epic Journey to rid the town of Falcon's Hollow of the dreaded Blackscour Taint", as she likes to call it (repeatedly, whenever she gets a bit excited about the trip which unfortunately for the others is quite often).

Can everyone post ten generic d20 rolls, ten attack rolls, ten damage rolls? I'll use them to speed up the game, especially during combat.

Coralee is updated to lvl 2 and here are my Rolls =)

Generic d20 Rolls:
1d20=16, 1d20=11, 1d20=1, 1d20=19, 1d20=10, 1d20=9, 1d20=13, 1d20=1, 1d20=16, 1d20=14 I do not like the look of those 1's! =(

Attack Rolls (Starknife or Light Mace Melee):
1d20+1=19, 1d20+1=20, 1d20+1=13, 1d20+1=14, 1d20+1=18, 1d20+1=7, 1d20+1=19, 1d20+1=17, 1d20+1=13, 1d20+1=8

Attack Rolls (Starknife Ranged):
1d20+3=21, 1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=10, 1d20+3=13, 1d20+3=23, 1d20+3=14, 1d20+3=13, 1d20+3=7, 1d20+3=20, 1d20+3=19

Damage Rolls (Starknife):
1d3=3, 1d3=2, 1d3=3, 1d3=1, 1d3=1, 1d3=3, 1d3=2, 1d3=2, 1d3=3, 1d3=2

Damage Rolls (Light Mace):
1d4=3, 1d4=2, 1d4=1, 1d4=3, 1d4=1, 1d4=2, 1d4=2, 1d4=1, 1d4=4, 1d4=4

I'm pretty happy with the rest of the rolls though! =)

Drint what have you done to merit such special attention from Gary?

Cleaver HATES Smurfs and is rather vocal about it! =)

Quince accepts the list and looks over it. "Thank you, Laurel. We'll do our best. And I think you'd be welcome to come along too, Coralee."

Quince pauses for a moment, as if deciding something, then turns to Girther. "Any chance there might be some of these ironbloom mushrooms growing under your armor, Girther?" he asks with a grin. "It says they like dark places with lots of metal."

"Tee Hee Hee. Thanks Quince, you're funny! I like you guys."

Quince realizes he must sound a bit like Coralee right now, and gives a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I just forget how excited I get every time I set off a new adventure! So, Quirk, what can you tell us about the Darkmoon Vale? I mean besides wyverns and wolves and bears, oh my!"

" But a new adventure is exciting. And this one sounds like it could be dangerous. Of course we will help you Laurel. Well at least I would love to help you. Quince said that he and his group will help you too, so I might be able to go with them". She looks over at Quince with a smile. "Can I go with you please Quince. It would mean I don't have to go by myself because I really want to help. This Darkmoon Vale sounds a bit creepy, so it would be good to have you guys with me to help. If they do say yes Laurel then I wil make sure I find the ingredients you need to help the townsfolk. Noone should have to suffer like that old man, The Prophet did someone call him, did. We can leave in the morning no problem, but I agree we should get some sleep first. Please can we stay here Laurel. The Tavern is full and I don't want to have to go stay at the Brothel like that rude Barkeep said. How are you feeling? Do you still need some healing. I still have some healing ability left if you do need it. Just say the word. You still look a little pale, but then that could just be because you lost some blood. Noone else here needs healing do they? Everyone is alright? Good then just let me know if you feel like it then Laurel".

She gives Laurel another smile and sips on her tea.

"Those who attacked me came from behind and I failed to see their faces." Laurel winces as her wound continues to make movement difficult.

Coralee move toward Laurel protectively with a chagrined look on her face.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry Laurel I should have realized. Here let me help you with that."
She lays her hand upon Laurel's back and asks Desna for her Blessing.
Cure Light Wounds (1d8+1=6)
"I feel so bad that I left you without making sure that you were fully alright. I have been worried sick. Did you know that Jurin's father isn't a very nice man. I hope Jurin won't get into too much trouble. I wonder why the Sheriff hasn't been yet. Maybe because he doesn't know you very well he is taking his time. That's not very nice either. There's been a murder for Desna's Sake! Maybe the people I asked to find him didn't bother? Should one of us maybe go and try to find him and let him know what has happened?"

"At least I was right, with the preacher having a disease... but why would one kill him?

What did the kids say? He was new in town, was he not?"

Coralee looks at Fjyndel.

"So you guys know the old man in there? Was he some kind of Holy Man? Why would someone do that to a Holy man? Oh no I hope people aren't targeting priests. They might think I'm one 'cause I can cast spells, even though I'm really not a priest, well priestess at least. Desna just lets me cast spells, but they don't know that."
She turns her head momentarily to watch Drint shoot by out the door."Laurel do you think they killed him because he was a priest? I really hope not. Maybe it was 'cause he had the disease and somebody wanted to stop it from spreading. Is that why? Oh dear we really need to find who did this. Did the Sheriff come Laurel? I sent for him, so I hope he turns up. Quince we have to help her find out who's responsible."
She turns to Quince imploringly.

Thanks for the support guys. She's actually not that hard to write for, I just start writing and as ideas pop into my head I write them. Time consuming, but generally pretty easy! =) I don't think I could do her quite as well doing face-to-face D&D though. I would relish the challenge however, as I am running her as a test for our RotRL game that we're hopefully starting soon!

Coralee approaches Laurel and takes a cup.
Ooooo, I like tea. It's always a good way to start the morning. Although it's not morning, but still."
She blows on it and then takes a sip to see how hot it is.

You open the door to the Roots and Remedies and find Laurel waiting for you. Despite her wound, she appears to have been moving about. "Thank the gods you are here. Quickly, come in. There is much I have to tell you and very little time."

Coralee rushes over to Laurel.

"Oh Thank Desna you're alright Laurel. I was worried I hadn't given you enough healing. Do you require more, you still seem a little shaky? Did the Sheriff arrive? I spoke to some townsfolk on the way to grab Quince and asked them to get him because there had been an attack and murder here. I found Quince and brought him just like you said. He has a bunch of friends with him though. I hope it's alright if they come in too. Maybe they can help as well. Is there anything you need me to do for you? Any help you need? Did you get a chance to have a look at the old man? Whoever did that needs help. Hopefully the Sheriff will be able to find and help him. Well here's Quince I'll let you tell him what you need, although I explained what happened, you can maybe fill us in on some details."
She waves her hand at Quince and the others while speaking and waits expectantly for Laurel's answer.

Coralee Starscryer wrote:

A LOT of stuff

pissing myself laughing! Sorry SargonX she just gets going and doesn't seem to wanna stop. If you guys want me to tone her down a bit I will (I know it's alot for you guys to read). No offence given or taken. =)

Quince hurries along with the hyperactive gnome, following in Girther's footsteps. "I'm no healer," he tells her. "I have some magic, but not that kind. I have no idea what she wants from me. Unless...I introduced myself to her, but I'm not sure if my companions did. My name might be the only one she knows."

"And yes, Drint is a kobold, by all appearances. I just met him today. In fact, we all met today, at the Sitting Duck. Except for the little one. He just popped up inside the house a little while ago. But even so, Drint seems all right. He hasn't given me any reason to distrust him, at any rate."

"Oh that's good then, I was just worried 'cause well you know he's a Kobold! Maybe Laurel saw something about you she trusted, you do seem to have something about you that makes me want to trust you."

"So let me get that right... You found Laurel wounded in her shop? Patched her up and she told you to get Quince? Man, you must have made an impression on that human..." Fjyndel comments with a smirk.

"By the way, I am Fjyndel."

"Hi Fjyndel, I'm Coralee. Glad to have another Gnome along to talk to . You look like you would know your way around a Forest. I grew up in the Sanos Forest you know... in a Moon Glade that was Sacred to Desna. It was pretty good growing up there, although I never really had a great affinity for the forest itself."

Drint looks annoyed. "Yessss, I am a kobold, and while perhapssss some of my race 'are not the nicesssst people around' plenty of ussss are nicer than some gnomessss so I recommend you don't inssssult my kind again", he says, unusually bold.

Coralee frowns a bit at Drint and then breaks out a big cheesy grin.

"Hey there Drinty my little red fellow. No hard feelings. You know there are some not very nice Gnomes too, even though most of us are really nice. I s'pose we're just like oppostites really. Most Kobolds are nasty and most Gnomes are nice, but there's always gonna be ones that don't go with the flow. Ooops, I didn't mean that you and I are opposites, 'cause I'm actually really nice and I didn't mean to imply that you were nasty again. Or on the other hand if everyone says you're nice, then that would make me nasty which I can assure you I'm not. Although if I really was nasty then I wouldn't want you to know that and I would probably tell you I was nice anyway, so I s'pose you're just gonna to have to trust me just like I'm gonna have to trust you, right!

Girther StoneStriker wrote:

Turning slightly to Coralee he continues, “Indeed the kobold is with us. His name is Drint and he has already proven himself to be honorable; more so than myself.”

Girther raises his voice slightly and says, “It seems our separate life paths have converged here in Falcon’s Hollow; for what reason is yet to be seen. I suggest we see what we can do for Laurel and then turn our attention to what Quirk and Fjyndel have come here for. May Torag favor our steps.”

[b]"C'mon Stoney, don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you've got plenty of honour. Although I'm sure there are Dwarves without honour, so it's possible that you don't have any honour. But then why would you want to help Fjyndel and Quirk, she waves at Quirk at this, "hi Quirk, my name's Coralee, you're a cute little Pixie aren't you, unless you had any honour, which I'm sure you do for that exact reason."

Drint mutters to himself, "The god I worship would not help ussss. Why issss that?"

"Cheer up Drint, no need to frown all the time, surely your god doesn't not like you, my Godess loves me, or so I've been told by my parent's on numerous occasions, although given the fact that I can feel her presence with me all the time I fully believe them, I'm just saying. You know if your God doesn't like you maybe you should have a chat with another one and see if they like you. I can have a chat with Desna, well not really a chat you know, I just talk and I'm sure she hears me, she doesn't actually answer back and I'll see if she likes you, which I'm sure she will, you seem like a nice Kobold, although you do frown alot, from what I've seen at least, maybe you're just in a grumpy mood 'cause you know I have only known you for a couple of minutes. So there you go I'm sure you can choose Desna as your Godess and she'll just love to have you as a friend. I can teach you all about her if you like! She gives Drint a big welcoming grin and tosses him a "thumbs up" sign.

She turns back to the path ahead and says to the party:
"Ahhh, here we are, quickly let's go inside and see if Laurel is alright and whether those people did what i asked them to and went and got the Sheriff 'cause we really should talk to him about what happened and maybe we should let him know that there is a disease in town which could be infecting the townsfolk. Laurel will want to tell him I'm sure... that is of course as long as she is up to it."
She heads quickly towards The Roots and Remedies, dragging Quince along behind her by the arm.

I really do imagine Coralee as a very hyperactive gnome.

A bit longwinded at times isn't she! =)

Mr. Kreed sarcastically comments, "Perhaps you'd want to discuss your affair privately. Outside my house."

The party having gone outside the house, Mr. Kreed slams the door on the party.

Coralee looks back at the door with a frown.

"Well he's a bit of a Gloomy Gus isn't he! Maybe Gus is his name, that would fit right. Hee hee. Well let's get going I can't wait to see if Laurel is alright."
She grabs Quince's hand and starts to pull him in the direction of The Roots and Remedies.
"C'mon it's this way, hurry up back there little Pixie. Mr Dwarf is beating us already."
She leans in and whispers loudly to Quince as she's pulling him.
Everyone but Quince DC 5 Listen Check.
I normally wouldn't have bothered with a DC 5, but there have been some seriously low rolls coming out so... ;)

Quince steps forward and strikes a somewhat dramatic pose. Ignoring Jurin's father, he says in a loud voice, "I am Quince Darkivy. State your business, woman. You say Laurel asked for me? Why?"

Wow that's what I get for posting while my eyelids are dropping every 5 seconds... could I have stuffed up my last post any more! =)

Coralee looks at the Halfling as he addresses her and says, "Oh phew, I was afraid for a second you might have been the ones that attacked Laurel and were now here to try and get me for raising the alarm and helping her. OK, here's what happened."
She pauses for a second, takes a deep breath and launches into her description of what happened. "I needed to go and see Laurel because I thought that there may be some kind of disease in town after witnessing some strange behaviour in the Sitting Duck Tavern, which COULD have just been attributed to drunken sickness, but it really did look like they were sick. So I got to Laurel's shop, the Roots and Remedies and knocked on the door... no answer right, so I looked in the window and saw Laurel, well I didn't know it was Laurel at that stage, slumped over and when I managed to get the door open I found that she had a knife stuck in her back! Well I pulled it out and called upon the Grace of Desna and managed to heal the worst of her wounds. She was still pretty weak, but she asked me to check on another patient in the next room, which I did. It turned out that the patient was an old man and he had been horribly mutilated by whoever had attacked Laurel! So I went back and broke the news to laurel and she told me to come over here, to the biggest house in town, and find Jurin Kreed and ask him to introduce me to Quince Darkivy, that's you, and so here I am. Only I thought that Jurin must be the owner of the house and it turns out that he really isn't and that this large gentleman is the actual owner of the house and that he is Jurin's father and that he's not to happy about me waking everybody up and apparently he didin't know that you and those others, is that a Kobold I can see there, were staying here, which I assume must have been because Jurin let you stay because there's no vacancies at the Sitting Duck, I have already been there and checked and the Barkeeper there was a little rude to me and suggested that I go and stay at the brothel across town, which I can only assume he said because I'm pretty alright looking and he thought that maybe I could get a job there, which by the way is something that I would never do. So there you have it, that's my story about why I am here and hey I forgot to tell everyone my name, I'm Coralee Starscryer, Faithful Servant of Our Lady Desna and current healer for the merchant caravan that's in town, I'm just using them to see more of the world you know, get out do a bit of travelling, see some of Desna's Holy Sites, you know, that sort of thing. I was born at one of Desna's Holy Sites you know, a Moon Glade in the Sanos Forest. My parents, Dasso and Coral tend the Moon Glade and are also Faithful of Desna, although I think they get their spells differently to me, mine just seem to "come" to me, I think that they're a Gift form Desna. My parents always said I was really lucky and that was a sure sign of Desna's Blessing. So why would Laurel want me to come and find you Quince, err... Mr Darkivy? Can you help in some way? Do you know why she was attacked? Are you a Healer too, is that why she wants you, so you can help her? Because I still have some Healing Power left, I can certainly help out. I'm a bit worried about her now, I wish I had given her a little more healing. Oh I hope she's all right. We should really hurry back there and check on her. I'm sure the Sheriff is there by now, I sent some of the townspeople to fetch him and tell him what happened. You can come to if you want Mr Kreed Sir, and Jurin too if he wants, altough it may not be the best place for a boy, you know, knife attack and dead body and all, especially since the old man's wounds were quite horrific. So should we get going now? Your friends can come too Mr Quince, I'm sure Laurel must have meant for them to come too if they are with you, unless she doesn't know about them and only met you, but even then I'm sure that they can come, she wouldn't mind. Let's go, we should hurry back."
She finally pauses and seems to be a little out of breath after her rapid fire retelling of the situation, but you can see that she is still quite active, looking from person to person and waiting for a response. She seems to keep half turning to leave, then looking back at everyone with an expectant smile.

For Coralee

Spoiler:

The door of the big house opens and a huge imposing man stands before you. "Damn it, what do you want of my son so late in the night? I could have you arrested you know?"