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"Mindless ones such as these are never used as guardians for any tomb in the care of the Pharasmen. "

"Are you saying that the Pharasmen use intelligent undead," teases Jeorik, though he knows full well that Pharasma despises all undead.

"Is anyone hurt," Jeorik asks a moment later, after taking a few seconds to take a deep breath.

He then returns to pick up his bow and lantern.

"Undead servants would seem to suggest that we are on the right path."

As soon as Jeorik is within range and sees an opening, he moves in swiftly next to the skeletal monster and swings his mace at it.

"We have them now," he cries, enjoying the thrill of the battle. While archery and hunting have their own sort of delight, Jeorik is finding that there is something satisfactory in just smashing things to pieces.

Attacking with a mace (1d20+4=20)
Damage: (1d8+2=4)

Balance Check: (1d20+4=12)

Jeorik moves to attack the closest skeleton with his mace. "Erastil guide me," he shouts.

Attack with mace: (1d20+4=15)
Damage: (1d8+2=9)

"Keep at them," shouts Jeorik encouragingly.

I recognized that arrows were suboptimal on skeletons but needed a move action to put down the lantern before drawing out my new heavy mace. The bow was already in my hand and ready to go...

Even as the first skeleton is struck by an arrow, Jeorik is laying aside his bow and pulling out his new heavy mace. With little hesitation he charges towards the closest skeleton. Jeorik barely manages to keep his footing but his mace flies fairly true regardless.

Dexterity Check: (1d20+4=8)
Charging with mace: (1d20+6=22)
Damage: (1d8+2=5)

You may revise your action in light of the preceding.

Yeah, that's fine, I'll shoot at the one still advancing towards us.

Taking a bare second to place his lantern on the ground, Jeorik swiftly pulls back an arrow on his bow and launches it towards the Owlbear Skeleton.

Attack on Large Skeleton: (1d20+8=13)(+1 point blank shot = 14)
Damage: (1d8+1=3)

Jeorik cautions Darthen, "Be careful,... guarding the rear is not always the safest position," then he follows the others down, bow at the ready and second to last.

Initiative: (1d20+4=15)

"This is the place," Istas announces as she leads them to the tomb of the eagle. She stays ahead of the group and uses her wilderness skills to search the surrounding grass for any sign of interlopers.

Survival check... 1d20+8 = 16

Sensing that Istas is looking for tracks, Jeorik moves up closer to her.

Survival Check: (1d20+5=14)

"Need some assistance?" he asks genially.

Korvosan?! Jeorik is proudly from Ilsurian and not even fully of Chelish descent. :D Of course Istas probably doesn't know that yet.

At the cemetery, Jeorik stops and says, "Do we want to parcel out some of this gear. I can carry some of the rope and one of the lanterns. There are two other lanterns and two other lengths of rope. There is also a crowbar, which I guess I can carry. The flasks of oil can go in my backpack... and if someone wants to carry the shovel, they can..."

"Better to be prepared if you're going to be going underground. That's what my father always said and he explored his share of goblin tunnels and orc warrens before settling down with my mother."

"So are we looking to be crawling through a burial mound, sewers or something else?"

"I will leave it in the hands of others, do we wish to cart our gear the whole way there, divided up between us or have the mule carry it most of the way. Either way, I can cope?"

The +1 strength bow is accepted and the order is made in route to the cemetery.

"So," asks Jeorik as they walk to Dorman's house to get the rest of his gear (and maybe Pax the mule as well), "How big is the cemetery for a town this size?"

At Heather's prompting, Jeorik asks Istas, "Would there be any problem with tethering a mule in this graveyard we are going to visit?"

Jeorik will buy a masterwork composite longbow with a +2 strength modifier. The cost for a bow like this is 600 gp. He'll also load up Pax so that their equipment will be close at hand if needed.

Do we have time for me to look for a masterwork composite longbow in the marketplace?

EDIT: And I added the extra gear to my character sheet. Along with 750 gp worth of silver bar (I think I calculated that aright).

"I have supplies back at my uncle's that we can use, and a mule to carry them as well," I say to the others, and then turning to the marshall, I add, "but I would not mind a heavy mace, a bit more lamp oil, two extra bullseye lanterns, some extra rope, fresh arrows, ten candles, chalk, and some holy water."

"A priestess of Pharasma will no doubt aid us against the undead, but if we're going to be exploring some catacombs below the city, I would prefer to be as well prepared as possible."

"...we should certainly move as soon as we're able," Istas responds, "But not so hasty that we venture into the Dead Warrens unprepared."

Jeorik openly smiles at Istas' displeasure with the idea of working with a devilish priest. But he keeps the humor out of his voice when he suggests, "Perhaps we should take the time to equip ourselves and arrange a meeting. Priestess, why do you not tell us when and where you would like us to assemble. Unless the Marshall has more that we should know?"

"So ready your weapons and shields," she encourages everyone, "I shall surely do the same."

"Bold words," says Jeorik with a smile that might either be approval or amusement. "Do you plan that we leave this very hour? Or do you need longer to prepare? Is this a matter of haste or deliberation?"

Jeorik opens his mouth to speak but Heather is just a little quicker and so instead Jeorik turns to hear what the priestess has to say.

Introductions made, Jeorik asks, "In what way may we aid these two Marshall Croft?"

"The Hunter's Blessing," says Jeorik in common, a blessing of Erastil sometimes used by the Shoanti he has dealt with.

Jeorik is a young man, not quite twenty, with shoulder length brown hair and a ready, charming smile. He is dressed in sturdy travelers clothes and a chain shirt. He is quite heavily armed with a long bow, arrows, a long sword and a long spear. A pair of brown leather gloves is tucked into his belt next to his coin pouch and there is a shield on his back.

Very good on lasting this long. :)

Jeorik says, "Glad to be of service in helping to keep the peace. What exactly do you need done, more men for patrols?"

"I am sure he would," says Jeorik, "And I concur, let us go to the guard, see what needs done and we can split these up after."

At the first chance, Jeorik would like to buy a slightly better bow, but shopping can come after we check in at the guard.

"I confess I don't have any great attachment to this city, nor do I care one way or the other for the favor of nobility, but as I have family here, it behooves me to do what I can to make it as good a place to live as any. As the queen has directed us towards helping the guard, I will gladly do what I can, for honor's sake. I will go to the guard."

So does that work out to three bars a character? Or are we going to try dividing it six ways?

"Equal shares comes to mind," Inigo mentions. "But we can always donate a tenth to my church."

"I am sorry priest, but I do not and can not support your god, powerful as he is. I would prefer using the money for Erastil but perhaps you would have qualms about that Iñigo," says Jeorik, "Equal shares is right and each can use his how he sees fit in accordance with his conscience."

"The queen is generous," says Jeorik when he sees the silver, "how are we going to split it? There were, after all, six of us who rescued the broach."

To Marshal Croft then?

"Perhaps," says Jeorik, "it would be proper to examine the contents of the chest away from the palace, as the queen herself did not reveal what was in it. Why not take a brief moment at my uncle's to open it and then from there travel to see this Marshal."

Jeorik answers the queen, "As a man of honor, I shall do what I can your majesty. What would you have us do?"

Jeorik, remembering that he has the broach, and taking stock of the behavior of the other two, steps forward and does what he hopes is a courtly bow.

Diplomacy Check: 1d20+2=11

At the same time he holds forth the queens broach.

Upon hearing the woman mention kneeling as a viable alternative to standing, Jeorik panics momentarily. He had not considered the possibility of having to kneel to royalty, something that cuts across his natural inclination and training both. He decides to take a cue from his comrades. If they kneel, he will do so as well, though last, If they remain standing, he will remain standing, though with a polite and deferential bow at the appropriate time.

With this decided he unconsciously shuffles himself to the back of the group to better watch their reactions to their queen.

Jeorik takes in all of the castle with something like open mouthed- amazement. But when they are greeted by the armored woman, he brings himself back to the business of putting on a good impression.

"Ma'am," he says in greeting and then answers her question, "I am Jeorik Vandor of Ilsurian," and then he adds with a grin, thinking of how it will perturb the priest, "a lay-servant of Erastil. But just Jeorik Vandor of Ilsurian will do as an introduction I guess."

Before entering the gate, Jeorik gives Philoma a grin and advises her, "Wait here for us, though I don't know how long we'll be. I'm sure that this is as safe a place as anyplace at the moment."

Jeorik waves in greeting, "Erastil's blessings this fine morning," he says as Heather and Keliwyn approach.

"I didn't sleep overly well," he confesses with a grin in answer to Heather's own greetings, "There were Hellknights banging around in the house all through the dark. But at least we were safe from being murdered in our sleep."

The trap is sprung!

"Perhaps I should stay with you and go to the castle too."

Half expecting just such a response, I smile as I reply, "Very well, go ahead and tag along, but I doubt you'll be allowed in with us to see the queen."

I allow Philomina to accompany me as far as the Walk. As we meet the injured man, I take due not of his address, and if possible make sure that he is walking in the right direction.

"It looks like this city had a rough night," I comment to Philomina, "I wonder if you will be alright walking back home on your own."

With a sigh, Jeorik himself heads to bed.

In the morning, he dresses, sharpens his blades, tends to his mule and then obtains directions to the meeting place.

Wermis smiles grimly. "Good. You have more backbone than your father or Dorman. You'll have to give me the whole story over a beer some time. But now I have to go. Being too long in the company of them he nods at the Hellknights will ruin my reputation."

"A good evening uncle," says Jeorik.

"I didn't cross him personally," says Jeorik, "But the man had some interests that seemed to be at odds with decency, the law, and Uncle Dorman. I was merely acting to bring him to justice and remove him as a threat. And in the process we did find that he had aquired several items of some value, one of which was the queen's jewelry."

"Come to the city to make your fortune?"

"Not quite my goal," answers Jeorik, "I shall stay so long as I am needed here but I must eventually return to see to the needs of my mother and sisters. In the meanwhile, I have undertaken to protect some of Uncle Dorman's interests. And tomorrow I have an interview with the queen. We shall see how that goes."

Jeorik clears his throat before speaking, "Uncle Dorman, am I to presume that this is my Uncle Wermis?"

"Is the situation in the city that serious tonight," asks Jeorik and then hearing his uncle, he realizes what name was spoken and moves forward to get a better look at the man outside the door.

Jeorik nods to his uncle, "I guess you had better. I wonder what they want at this hour of the night?"

Jeorik waits until everyone has departed, sees to the needs of his mule and then, having bid the family a good night, retires to bed.

"I am impressed," says Jeorik with a smile, "to be in the the company of people so familiar with the inner workings of your queen. I had no idea you each moved in such august circles." Then, not to be deterred, "So where and when shall we assemble tomorrow?"

Following the toast, Jeorik waits for a lull in the conversation and then turns to more practical matters, "What time on the morrow should we meet so that we can make our appointment together and where should we be meeting."

"Hear, hear," says Jeorik as he joins in the toast.

"I don't think he knows what to say," says Jeorik with a smile as Inigo seems to be at a loss for words.