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The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
"Couldn't care less about how you see me," Ganit says harshly after a long silence then worms his way out of her affections. "When the sh*t I done comes back 'round you'll be glad you're nowhere near me. Like I told ya, most a my golds goin' to Delilah. I'll make sure that changes to yer favor," he tells her again as he walks away. He doesn't stop again despite Gwen's cries, threats and misfired arrows.

"If that's how you feel I can't stop you." she says, realising how nothing can bring him out of it "I don't want your gold, Ganit. You can keep it and make sure Delilah has a good life. I'll pray to Erastil that you have one too and that you, too, might one day feel you are free for any past sins..." she turns as he walks away before saying the last part, making sure only the two of them heard and hoping it stabs deep at his heart "...real or imagined."


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

"I don't want it. None of it. Not you. Not a family. I've made it as clear as I can but yer too simple to get it. I refuse to be a part a this kid's life. You'll raise him to be a better person than I could."

"I don't know of a better person in my life." she points out as she crosses her arms "You have been through hell, but you remain strong, taking out bandits instead of joining them. You are better than you believe or do you really think you are the same as the Stag Lord? A drunk who uses his gift with the bow to spread terror and drink himself into a stupor? Ganit, you have a good heart you just have to open it up and take a risk instead of seeing yourself as some kind of monster. That's not how I see you at all." as she says this she wraps her arms around him tightly, burying her head into his shoulder.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
"STOP," he snaps. "Just stop. I warned you to keep your distance but you chose to pick at me when I was out of my head. Whatever perks my position gives me can be split between you and my sister. Talk to her and divvy it up how you see fit; sure you'll get the better cut if ya tell her 'bout your... affliction." He slides past her and tries again to flee the scene.

Gwen shake's her heard, not believeing this.

"I am not after money or any perks your position gives you. All I want is for you to open up and be honest with me." she says defiantely as she snatches onto him "Don't run from me, Ganit D'Artain! Tell me what's wrong and what you are afraid of or so help me..." as she says this her eyes are brimming with tears. "The more you keep things to yourself, the more it's going to fester inside you and make you worse."

CMB 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

Exactly what I didn't wanna hear...

The ranger tongues at his teeth nervously and begins to feel the pulse of his heart grow more rapid until it felt that every beat blurred his vision. After what seemed like an hour of silence he finally responds apathetically. "Tell him whatever you want. The less he knows about me the better. I'm not gonna be part of this kid's life. That's the greatest gift I can give him. You too."

** spoiler omitted **

He turns his back on Gwen and begins to retreat back the way he came in. "You can have my room in the castle. I'll leave you some gold in there as well," he tells her without looking back.

Skill checks on natural 20s aren't instant wins as part of the rules, however in combat and ect they work as normal, like critting on a ray.

She looks to Ganit and shakes her head.
"I don't understand you. You are in a place of power and have killed Josef Mordelle, yet you still carry such demons." she takes a step closer to him and gets infront of him, looking him dead in the eye. "What are you afraid of Ganit? I've never see fear in your eyes until today. Even that time we ran into a owlbear, you kept calm."


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

"He did," Ganit admits as slowly moves forward. "Said you weren't doin' too well; asked me to come n' check on ya."

Long, awkward silence...

"So? ...?"

"I gave you my heart and all you could do was say that night together was nothing but the booze taking control." she sighs as she puts her bow down and leans on it lightly and turning back to him "Is that really how you want our son to be told how he was conceived? By a father who loves nothing?"

dun, Dun, DUUNN


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Gwen of the Greenbelt AKA DM wrote:
It doesn't take long to find her. Gwen was at the archery range, which was built for the troops but no one has had the courage to tell her so since her marksmenship was usually dead on, however you can tell she seems to be in pain when firing the arrows. Some missing the target wildly or hitting the target, but only on the outer-ring.
"Y'know, most folks try n' hit the middle bit," Ganit reminds the huntress after watching a few of her practice shots go wide.

Sorry, post must've gotten buried and forgot about it.

She narrows her eyes and turns to face him.
"I'm doing just fine." she lies before taking aim and this arrow actually missing so badly that is nearly strikes one of the malitia on the wall. She sighs and turns back to Ganit. "My father sent you, didn't he? Can't say I'm surprised, you never cared about anyone but yourself." she says taking another deadly aim, the arrow hitting the target, but only on the outer ring.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Beaufort of the Greenbelt DM wrote:
"True, she is angry with you." he pauses for a moment and shakes his head. "Kid, I'm not going to tell you what to do or force you into anything, not like I can at my age anyway." he laughs as he taps his leg which has healed, though he still has a limp with it. "She won't talk to her old man about this. No matter how angry she is with you, she'll still open up if you just go and ask her. I just want to know that she's okey and isn't suffereing from anything serious like her mother." with this he...

Aye. If I see her I'll try n' find out what's wrong," he says hesitantly, fearing the obvious. "Not gonna promise nothin' though. Now if you don't mind, old man, got a job needs doing."

He waves Beaufort away but stays seated in morose contemplation for a long while after. When he finally rises he breaths a heavy sigh, "Uurrrrrrghhhhhhhhh..... Well. Best get on with it."

1d20 ⇒ 19

Beaufort nods and leaves you, however you get the glimps of a smile. He always smiled like this when pleased with you in some reguard.

It doesn't take long to find her. Gwen was at the archery range, which was built for the troops but no one has had the courage to tell her so since her marksmenship was usually dead on, however you can tell she seems to be in pain when firing the arrows. Some missing the target wildly or hitting the target, but only on the outer-ring.


1d20 ⇒ 13

Gwen can't believe what she hears and just puts her hand down. At this moment you'd suspect she'd slap you or something else, but she does the coldest thing and just walks past you, leaving Olegs and heading out into the wilderness, ignoring anything else you try to say to her.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Telias Markan wrote:
And this is the part where Telias slips back into the wilderness....

Lucky... Ganit might be close behind you.

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+12

Ganit clenches his jaw and pinches the bridge of his nose in a preemptive attempt to postpone the inevitable headache that was to come. "This is how it is. I'm more useful outside these walls than in. Sooner you come to accept that, the better." he tells his sister coolly. I'm not a g****mn child. I don't have to check with you every time I move to take a p*$$.

Gwen wrote:
"Why didn't you meet me last time you were here?" she asks putting her hands on her hips and giving a glare. "What happened in Brevoy and why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm sure she's already told you everything and you should know the rest by now; this, you and me, this isn't what you think it is. It's not what you need and it's not what I want. The other night; the watchtower, it was a mistake. You should know by now what I'm like when I get in the bottle... I'm sorry, Gwen."

** spoiler omitted **

She shakes her head at the earlier statement.

"I didn't mean that. I have no problem with you leaving and heading out into the wilderness, but I care about you and want to atleast see you before you leave. You've been acting strange since Brevoy. The others might not see it, but I have known you the longest." with that she puts a hand on his shoulder "I know you better than anyone and I'll never betray you."

post keeps messing up when I try to roll a D20. Will have to do that in a secondary post.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

Ganit nods when he spots Beaufort on the battlements and asks: "Whose Tessara? She another trapper or something?"

Knowledge (local): 1d20+4 (+2 if human)

"We've met her once or twice, but he doesn't meet with people very often and she tries to avoid humans at the best of times." she shrugs as she looks over to Ganit. "I don't know why, but I think my dad does. She hunts in the wild and was raised by elves who found her, that's all I know, but I have never seen her without her veil or hood."

Ganit:

You think you've heard of her, but she rarely comes into the Stolen Lands, often spending time in far more dangerous areas deeper to the south, closer to the River Kingdoms.

You believe you've seen her, but only the once and she appears to be a human woman with beauty only comparable to Carina's, however she's always modestly covered and she always has her veil and hood up. She quite often carrys arrows and whenever she does the odd bounty, she takes them down with blunt or other non-leathal arrows. Especially humans in this reguard. Where he comes from is wrapped up in secrecy though and even her elven parents never mentioned it.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Gwen of the Greenbelt AKA DM wrote:
"Well...if it isn't you can easily get him with an arrow between the eyes, but I doupt that would be any good for our relations."

"Probably not," he laughs. He listens for a while as the others talk of their plans and, determining they're not here on a military agenda, loosens his guard and brings himself closer to Gwen. "These people already have enough on their plate without adding some national incident. Besides, the Varnfolk look mostly harmless anyway."

He watches as the cavalcade swarms into the dining hall, laughing loudly and talking business, but is obviously uninterested in joining them. "Gwen, where is your father? I have a few things I need to speak to him about but I haven't seen him since last night."

"I do wonder how he heard of Tessara. Maybe she would be comfortable there." she states and looks back to Ganit as he asks the question. "He's nearby. The old man is up one of the towers there, looking over the lands." as she says this she points to him, standing by one of the catapults and just stareing off, seemingly lost in thought.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Gwen wrote:
"Why do you have such a serious look on your face, they seem to be only here for a visit."
Turning away from the group to keep his words with Gwen private. "So it seems," he whispers. "With half a dozen mounted swords at his back we can only hope his trade offer is reasonable."

"Well...if it isn't you can easily get him with an arrow between the eyes, but I doupt that would be any good for our relations." she stated leaning up against the wall and smiling towards him.


Ganit+Nosey PCs only:

The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:


”Now ask yourself one thing, can you really love a man whose killed more people than he could even remember? One of them could even have been your mother and neither of us would be the wiser. If you say ‘yes’ than you’re even more of a lost cause than I am.”

Gwen seems strangely unshaken by this information.

"I knew, Ganit. We both did." she says simply as she draws out a dagger and looks at the reflection. "While you were recovering we investigated the area and gathered peices of information, soon enough peicing together what happened. I was the one who suggested we gut you right there and then, but my dad said not to. Everyone deserves a second chance at life and now I see you've been spending that time moaping and not realising the good you've done here." at this she hurled a knife down at his feet, sticking it into the ground.

"The first few weeks the tension between us was my dislike of you. I never would've wasted a second thought with that knife, but the old man said enough blood had been spilt. He even came back one day claiming he killed Jeffry Mordelle and then gave your sister a sack of gold peices to start a new life, but she cursed his name and sobbed by the dead body. She was too far gone and so he left her, seeing no need to shed anymore blood." as shs retells this she's looking over the grassland and then turns back to Ganit. "Over time I grew close to you and I thought you did for me. I caught you those times you looked towards me and pretended not to. Your past may not have been the best, but look at what you have done here."[b]

Gwen grabs Ganit roughly, turning him to face in the direction of the group and everyone else at Olegs, havings drinks and laughing, the closeness of Bronwyn and Carina and Zorestar being flubbergusted at the large meat being dropped on the table, hitting him with drops of blood ruining his clothing when Kressel had brought it in.
[b]"You don't see it, because you aren't looking but thanks to your effort this unlikely group has pulled together, brought bandits to justice and even given some a second change."
she says, pointing to Kressel and Akiros, the two talking a little, though Akiros seems more interested in his drink than conversing. "If they are allowed at happyness then shouldn't you? If you weren't here, do you think they would've survived? Any of them?" with that she spins him around to face her. "If you still think you're a lost cause, then I'm a lost cause too." she states before kissing Ganit full on the lips.

can continue the rp, but just going to move stuff tomorrow for the rest of the group so they can do something too :)


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Gwen of the Greenbelt AKA DM wrote:
"Is that any way to speak to an old friend, Ganit? I thought the first thing you would do it come and see me."

"O! S-sorry Gwen. I should have known it was you," the ranger chokes as he hesitantly keeps the bottle on his lap. No use hiding it. She's seen you worst off than this a dozen times or more.

"I - uh - didn't know you and your old man were still around else I would have come for you as I got back," he lies, unwilling to look her in the eyes and he speaks.

Hurriedly he downs a few mouthfuls as Gwen and her father have their exchange.

Beaufort gives up with his daughter just shaking his head.

"I'll leave you two alone." he says and then as he limps away but not before muttering. "Good luck, boy."

The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
Gwen of the Greenbelt AKA DM wrote:
"I want to know, Ganit. Why do you keep punishing yourself and compare yourself to that villain, The Stag Lord?"

Ganit sits contemplatively on the weathered wooden floor of the guard tower. This spot had been his own little safe haven whenever the group came back the outpost. It's close proximity to the buildings let him hear most of the activity but it remained far enough away to provide blissful seclusion. Even Kesten's most lack wit guards learned quickly to flee the west tower when they saw him climbing the stairs. Now he found himself uncomfortably surrounded and his sanctuary perverted by the presence of people he felt too ashamed to see.

"Ganit? Gwen chimes again, her voice like a starling.

"A mans gotta pay fer his sins," he snaps back in a gruff slur. "Words my father died by. He told me the longer a man goes unpunished, the greater that punishment becomes. The men... The women I've killed... I haven't repaid anything. I've only let others take that responsibility and it cost them their lives." He lifts the near empty bottle to his lips again and gives Gwen a hard stare. Why do I compare myself to The Stag Lord? Cuz we're the same, g*****mit! We're both selfish killers waiting for something to put us out of our misery. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to finish celebrating...

Gwen seems stunned for a moment at what Ganit says before crossing her arms and giving that stern look she'd always give him and her father whenever they said something she didn't agree with.

"No soul is spotless, that's what I say and the best you can do is attone for it by doing the good you have been." she states flatly as she moves to stand directly infront of him and blocking his view of the seemingly quiet and calm stolen lands and with hands on hips. "You think you are the first and only man who has had to kill others for survival?! And no, I havn't been trying to investigate your past, it's all over your face. You wouldn't feel bad if you killed them for the pleasure of it and nor would you be sitting up here and drinking yourself senseless. Are you too ashamed to be with us, even though we have been there for you and acted as close as a family?!" she states quite accurately and tapping her foot.

She then smacks the bottle out of his hand and glares at him, stepping closer now.
"Happyness is not found at the bottom of a bottle and many dead men will tell you that for free!" she continues on, clearly annoyed with his drinking and suddenly tears appear to be welling up in her eyes. "If you were such a terrible man I would never have fallen in love with you!" she screams and lets that hang there, venting out all this emotion she must've kept pent up for so long.


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

Ganit mulls over Beaufort's wisdom before noticing a figure eavesdropping on them. Thankful for the distraction, he calls out at it. "The shadows aren't doing you any good, stranger. Best come out now before I have to teach you some manners."

Intimidate: 1d20+3

"Is that any way to speak to an old friend, Ganit?" comes the voice, followed by Beaufort's daughter "I thought the first thing you would do it come and see me." she states with a smirk as she leans against the wall, her father groaning at his midbehaving daughter.

"Gwen, I thought I raised you not to listen in on people and hide in the shadows like some kind of assassin!" he shouts where she just shakes her head clearly not interested in arguing with her father.

"I want to know, Ganit. Why do you keep punishing yourself and compare yourself to that villain, The Stag Lord?" she asks, clearly not wanting to leave without a answer.


Zorestar Lebeda wrote:
Svetlana wrote:
"I'm not sure what's worse. The politics and greed up north or the savagry and monsters to the south."

"It is certainly a Sjaak game when you play the politics game with the nobles, but at least they are well dressed and you don't need to sleep on the ground when dealing with them. When battling savage monster you always have to worry about getting blood, slime, or mud all over your clothes!"

Gwen wrote:
"Kill the stag lord, he's made life here for all us hunters difficult and I bet even the fey don't like them."
"What do you know about this stag lord, mam? Is this evil bandit actually human or is it some kind of savage monster?"

Gwen is a little shocked you seem to have came around the corner to surprise her and Ganit. She shakes her head, clearly having no idea.

"I have not met the man, if he is a man. Some claim he is some kind of fey with a human body, but the head of an Elk. Some of the most scared claim he's the embodyment of Erastil, but if that were true why act as a bandit and hunt down the helpless? This is the polar opposite of who he is meant to be." she gives a sigh as she recalls the other theories. "The most common idea is that he is human, but one who is incredibly skilled with the bow as he has killed some with a single hit."


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:

I think it's the collar. A little bit dominatrix-ey, lol.

Though initially shocked Ganit takes to the situation naturally, cradling Gwen solemnly as he strokes her sweetly scented crimson mane. "Shhhhh. Shhh. Shhh," he calmly suggests. It takes him a minute to figure out how to approach something comforting to say to her without sounding too brusque, a quality he normally wouldn't have to worry about when advising anybody else but he was too aware of Gwen's fragile state to chance it. "Your father is anything but an impetuous man," he whispers. "I can't imagine him doing anything that would put him in outright danger just for his own pride. Hell, it took him damn near three years to teach me to follow that little rule of his," he keeps to himself the fact that he still doesn't quite follow that all lesson fully. That wretched little mite kept dodging my arrows... After a short pause he continues, "All I'm saying, Gwen, is you need to know he wouldn't risk leaving you alone. Maybe after I'm finished here the three of us could set out again, just like old times. My cabin is... Well there's no going back to it. I can't afford to settle down again just yet but perhaps I can get you somewhere better."

that could be it, but you try and find another red-headed elf woman :)

She remains silent for a while then nods as she finally pulls herself away from him and wipes away the years.
"Promise me one thing, Ganit." she says then with a look of determination in her eyes. "Kill the stag lord, he's made life here for all us hunters difficult and I bet even the fey don't like them." she says then, though she looks deeply into Ganit's eyes. Why won't he go back to his cabin? What happened that makes him wish to remain away. "Why did you join this group, Ganit? It seems out of place for you to work for the swordlords."


The Hermit Ganit D'Artain wrote:
DM Aron Marczylo wrote:
"Certainly." Gwen smiles and gets up whilst Beaufort grins at seeing the two go. "I have warned him about this jungle, but ya know him. Stubbern as a old mule, though I remember you being like that. I don't think you've changed much though have you?" she says with a smirk.
"I've changed enough I suppose," Ganit replies as he considers the question. "Not as much as you have. You've grown up, I can see it in your eyes. You've got a sense of duty now; found something." Taking a step back he looks her over curiously. "Somethings happened, hasn't it? This business with you and your father and even this tuskgutter seems peculiar. Whats happened?" he asks sternly yet with empathy.

Gwen is a little taken aback from this but she sighs and gives a nod.

Ganit:

"He acts like there's nothing wrong and he carries the pain well, but I think when Tuskgutter gored him and did more that wound him. It wounded his pride, but you felling the beast as made him see you more like the son he never had and feels he should continue exploring the wilderness until he kills a greater beast, but he just won't face the fact he's gotten too old and I'm afraid next time, I won't be there and he'll be taken apart by a troll." she grabs onto Ganit and then sobs into his shoulder, breaking down as she clearly hasn't been able to tell anyone this. "Please, don't say anything to him. You'll just encourage him to go out and travel deeper into the lands where more dangerous creatures live. Just...hold me." as she says this she wraps her arms around Ganit, holding him tightly for comfort and gentle sobbing into his chest.