Faldor O'Gistoresh's page

"I'd like to raise my hat in toast to um... toast!"

Effan and Hoz found the secret door but no one ever entered through the door.

"Going to uncover secrets best left covered" Faldor seems to be partially holding back a skipping walk with the idea of new secrets.

Faldor looks around begins to fidget and finally sighs with impatience and heads towards the main building. As he gets closer to the main entrance he begins to slow hoping one of the taller folk actually gets there before him his bravery slipping away with the thought of being swallowed by any more cookery.

"Let's check out that secret passage. I've always wondered what is actually behind secret doors." Faldor seems to nearly glow with the idea of exploring into something that has secret in the name.

Looking at the dagger Faldor thinks of all the famous warriors who used two blades before blurting out, "I'LL TAKE IT!"

After the outburst he quickly clamps both hands over his mouth and turns a nice red hue. "Um... That is if it's okay."

Looking through the items the small gnome turns towards Effan, "Can you tell if any of these have any power?"

Sized for medium creatures I assume. Kinda figure since made by dwarves.

Anything of use in boxes?

Faldor follows Effan into the room but stares and the stairs and the debris under it. "Are those safe even?"

Faldor checks the crates for anything useful.

Perception
1d20+7=23

"I think I do."

Faldor begins going through his pack and finds that he actually had two bottles he pulls them both out not knowing how many it will take.

"Will these work?"

"Drop and roll Keegan, Drop and ROLL!"

perception
1d20+7=23

Faldor's jaw nearly drops as he sees the scout breath fire then notices movement on the roof, "The big ones are fleeing our friends foul smelling breath. I guess I won't harp on you any more to clean that mouth of your's Keegan."

A mournful tune excapes Faldors lips as torch like fire appears in front of the swarm, then begins trying to herd them away.

Dancing lights to look like torches. I'm trying to scare them back. Intimidate or Bluff check?

Yeah I did it but I've been busy. Just figured he was too.

Initiative
1d20+3=23
Attack
1d20+5=23
Damage
1d6=5

With a battle hymn Faldor pulls the firing mechanism before thinking sending a bolt flying towards the spider.

Faldor getting slightly nervouse as he waits for someone to open the door, "Stay away from the any pots, or dolls."

Perception
1d20+7=23

Faldor puts his ear to the door and listens for any signs of danger on the other side.

I think we are going for the tower first to inspect it, not the main building.

Faldor follows Hoz with his crossbow at the ready for any surprises the scalefolk have set up for them.

Send the new giant gnome in.

"So do we fortify the top ruins as a fallback point or do we just go down now?"

Faldor's eyes narrow and begins to sing rather crudely about a tavern wench of multi-hued hair. When he finishes Keegan has a nice teal shade to his hair.

Keegan
"But if I were a dumb kobold I'd think you were a much larger gnome snack."

Then with a smile, "But thank the gods we have a much better looking race then that."

When all is said and done he moves further away from Keegan.

"Um... Perhaps we should examine the entire ground floor. Maybe we can fortify ourselves up here. Give us a good place to retreat to and defend if needed. Right?"

Faldor withdraws his crossbow and readies a bolt as the get ready. Then turns to Jahn and begins a small wilderness melody that Hoz has been known to hum, a few keys are off but Faldor ends it with a yip and a yap.

Speak with animal

"The warg said the entrance was beneath his lair correct?"

For once during a story Faldor is quiet and happy just to take notes of the things the lizardfolk say. He then lies awake most of the night thinking of causes for undead to be declining but puts the thoughts out of his head and gets some rest.

A little slow to pack before leaving Faldor has to be brought out of thought quite a few times as they brake camp, still wondering the cause of the undead decline.

Faldor seems to be giddy with excitment and tries not to skip as they walk on towards the their quests destination.

"We have two cities worth of warriors here. Tis truly an epic ballad of old." Faldor begins whistling a cheery tune then falters, "I just hope the kobolds ballad isn't better..."

Morganst smiled over at Faldor. "I find that if you roll everything into a tight little bundle, it's both functional and not as bulky."

"But if your gear is in a bundly you don' look dashing or heroic at all... You jus look like a pack mule on two legs. I don't even have the back for something like that."

Faldor finally figurs how to put his pack over his cloak while still letting it flow behind him and giving him easy access to the contents of the pack.

"Okay I'm ready to go." Faldor begins walking in a random direction then stops. "Um... Where are we going again?"

I think with the gifts given to them Faldor is feeling a little heroic. Lets see if it stays with him as they continue on their journey.

Faldor does a once through his pack to make sure everything is well placed and then puts it on over his cloak. After a few more moments thought he removes it and the cloak then puts the cloak on over the pack.

"Again the heroes of the stories never told about problems of trying to figure how to carry their equipment in a fashionable way."

Yeah works for me. I think the cloak is more in line of the help that Faldor needs. Otherwise five minutes of the day Faldor would have a Charisma of 26. That just seems a bit crazy in my eyes.

Faldor adjusts his new cloak so he can better reach his equipment, then pulls his rapier and strikes a galant pose. "Kobolds beware, we come to slay." A few twirls of the blade and he is done and begins humming a new tune that he begins to write in his head.

That's cool wasn't sure figured I would check. Morg go ahead with the fox armor, I think it would make Faldor to hard to deal with.

I do not remember if we are on a timetable or not. Faldor really wants to free the fey's spirits from the tree. Also if I take the cloak could I still get the Fox armor?

Having second thoughts Faldor puts the bolts back and grabs one of the cloaks and drapes it across his small shoulders.

"Thank you clan friends for these gifts."

Ah, I may leave the arrows then.

Looking through the collection of items and examines the river rock gloves, then also looks through the weapons and removes four bolts of the Acidfont and places them into his quiver. As he is about to slip on the gloves the Armor of the Fox catches his eye then pauses as he tries to figure which is better to suit his band of friends.

“What do any of you suggest I take with us?”

Abe if you want the gloves I will go ahead and take the armor.

Faldor climbs down and trys some of the wine but after making a face he begins a little song;

'Hurrah for Jones' brewry, may it never fail
Brew us beer and porter and beautiful stock ale,
That's the stuff for me, my boys, it drives away all pain.
Whenever I can get a glass of it I'll have it just the same.'

prestidigitation, to change the flavor of the wine.

"Not bad at all," Faldor says with a beeming grin.

"No a girl was bit by a wolf and contracted the lycan disease. But I don't trust the kobolds not to try an attack against our young ones."

"Yes a young girl had contracted a disease and we helped Elara heal the young one and all is well with the children now."

"Uhmmm... Do you want a Hozsy-back ride?" Hozs squeeks at Miss Squeeker who climbs down and begins walking alongside him. The big man then picks the short-one up and slings him on his back.

Just got a mentle picture of Master, Blaster from 'Mad Max, Beyond the Thunderdome'

Letting out a yelp as he is picked up he settles down and smiles. "Thanks Hoz."

"Much better, we helped the dark cloud pass from them. All the children are whole again and she cares for our beasts of burden."

Faldor rubs his small legs as they continue walking, "The great ballads never tell you how long and far the heroes of old walked."

"The kobolds are up to mischief and have poisoned our people. We seek to chase them away from ouur lands."

Faldor reaches into his shirt and pulls his medallion out holding it up by the thong. "We are friends and have proof of our friendship."

Faldor also holds his weapon arm up as a sign of peace.

"Changing pixies into gold?"

"Actually their blood used in a alchemical mixture spread over lead to change it into gold. An old tale but people are always trying ways to get more gold."

"Old tales tell of magic properties of my fey kin that can change metals into gold. I believe that is what was tried there."

Faldor plays a small quite tune that he has been working on but as of yet hasn't named. Jahn curls up by his feet after finding her own dinner. But he turns in early with little words actually spoken. He seems still lost in his own thoughts since they left the children.

Last or third watch

Faldor finishes his mental notes about the poor girls transformation. Afterwards he begins making sure all his gear is packed up and ready to go for the trek back to the ruins.

"Ma'am would you be so kind as to watch the animals for us as we continue or journey through the forest in hopes of saving this settlement."

"Are you sure the otters didn't have them?"

Faldor smiles with the idea of his newly formed ballad being heard by another audience even if it is such a small one.

"It was peace that brought these upon our necks. I'm guessing you've had your own run in?"

At Faldor's request Jahn snuggles up with the girl almost like a house cat hoping that a little comfort will go a long way with her.

Jaden
"One would almost think death was a better option but perhaps the suffering was fully on the evil that had infested her." With a smile he nods, "Yes, I'd like to hope that the full pain was taken by the beast with none to the girl."

For a few moments Faldor can do nothing but add his sick to the rest. Finally with a sigh he wipes his mouth and goes over to pick the girl up and carry her as best he can away from the mess. Tears stream down his face as he lays her on a box a slumps down beside it.

Looking up to Effan, "Gods, I hope that it is really over for her but I'll watch first with Jaden as well."

Once again he pulls himself up and walks over to his crossbow and sits on another box staring directly at the young girl with his sights set upon her for fear of this being a ruse.

With a smile he stands and turns, "ABE! Abe, see if she has evil about her. That may be our true way to tell if all is well."

Okay, Hoz never stops making me laugh. Thank you for playing.

Fakey, how would you feel about Faldor using mage hand to
administrate the potion into the beasts mouth?

Perception
1d20+7=17

Faldor begins digging through the supplies looking for anything that looks like it could suffice as a cure.

Faldor tries his hand at getting the animals taken care of but finds the task to large for his hands, so begins looking for smaller things he can help carry in.

Sometimes I feel like Faldor is a two year old who would love to help their parents but just seems to be unable to do so.