Thanks for all the fun.
I'd hate it all to end with Kaeso gorging himself in the inn, but it's been fun.
He was going to try to make a play for Drispeera. . .
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Kaeso has been enjoying the grub for a long time. :)
"Well, I might as well get some food. Kaeso picks a table and reminisces loudly about how coming into town with his dad to trade. "Farming was a rough life, but a good one. Takes character to do that job, I say. And hunting--did I ever tell about the time I got a 14 point buck. . ?" Trying to charm the locals, hoping to glean a bit more information. Plus, charming the locals is good. Make them think I'm one of them. "Drispeera, Ionnia? Care for some grub?
"Ale for everyone!" says Kaeso. Aside to Drispeera and Ioannia "We can afford it, can't we?" To the barmaid, in a whisper "Tea for me, I think." More loudly, "Lovely place you have here!" With the ice broken, perhaps we can charm information out of them, as well as raise the morale?
"I'll come, Dris." Mysterious cloaked man, huh? Maybe I need to get a cloak. I could be Mysterious Kaeso. . . Perhaps I could wear a mask? Super Kaeso! "er, coming."
Hi Doug, Welcome! I'm in Florida with wife and kids, and so might be slow to be respond. If we get in combat, just have me do something impetuous and noble, if you get tired of waiting for me.
Fine with me.
"Alive? I guess. But if it gets close to you ladies, well, I'm going to take care of it."
And, I don't know this Adventure Path at all, but I suspect this is the lull before new Big Bad guys show up, right?
Sorry. Computer blew up. I'm still here. I'd let you know if I weren't. Kaeso still has a big story arc, I think. Something Game-of-Thronesish. Perhaps we could use a new player, though.
Yes, dammit. But why are they partially eaten? That's weird, isn't it? Survival check, if that helps.
Critical survival check! I wish I could save some of these rolls.
Kaeso hoists the corpse onto his spare horse. "No problem carrying him." He looks at his arms and makes a look of disgust. "He smells a bit, though."
"I'd hate to leave this unsolved. Shoot. I'd throw a rock in the pond, but in all of the stories of monsters when I was a kid, that was when the monster would come out and eat everyone." Kaeso absent-mindedly picks up a rock.
"We can't have giant turtles eating fishermen!" says Kaeso earnestly. He peers into the pond, attempting to see if there are any big beasties in it. Perception:
Kaeso looks around, shoes in hand. Survival: "Well, now that we are in charge, we had better find out what happened to him. It's our responsibility!" He looks a little more grown up and serious.
"I guess we had better follow. Dris! Wait! Big guys in armor go first!" Kaeso follows, walking down the path.
"Spellcasters. . . . " Kaeso is still a little freaked out by the things Drispeera and Ionnia can do. "Well, I can lift heavy things!"
Are we tapering a bit for the holidays?
"Kaeso's Point. . . I like the sound of that." Kaeso looks around at the land and attempts to see a bit more deeply. Survival check: He also looks around for prosperous farmland: Profession farmer: "Bingo, it's so good to have you riding with us again. I'd missed you. If only Norn. . . well, you know. . . "
Kaeso looks around for a piece of parchment. "We should jot down the location of these fords. We will probably want to keep watch on natural attack routes."
Kaeso looks at Dris with a blank expression: "So, let me get this straight: you're _not_ evil?" Then he giggles, unable to keep a straight face. "Alignment is as alignment does, right?" Then he gives her a big bear hug. "No worries!"
"Or blue-skin pointy-ears. . ." says Kaeso, glancing at Dris. To the others: "I'll ride up here with some livestock soon as I can. I have a feeling this will very good." Wolf allies. That is so cool!
"We could do better than that, by Erastil! Humans raise animals for meat, so we never have to go hungry. We could share, if we could have peace and cooperation. To Drispeera and the others: "this seems an opportunity wasted, if we must fight. Intelligent wolf allies would be awesome! I mean, would be very useful in keeping the peace."
Kaeso casually readies his bow, just in case.
" So super intelligent raccoons?" She says with a light laugh."Sorry that is what i am picturing" "The dumb raccoons are bad enough!" Kaeso shivers a bit.
Kaeso begins to look around, but sees that Bingo has already taken care of it. Then, he does a double-take: Bingo! "Glad to see you back with us!" He pumps Bingo's hand excitedly. "A new kingdom! Who would have expected? I guess Dris is a queen or something now--she's never been happier. Not even in a shoe shop!"
Did you want the leather +1? No, it's ok.
I'm going to keep the armor I've got for now. The dexterity penalties are too high for the field plate, etc.
I need better armor. Got to do some Hero-Labbing. I'll have it up by evening, so don't go into combat yet!
"Well, I'm often told that I'm surprisingly light on my feet. Which, now that I think about it, isn't really a compliment!" Kaeso is delighted to dance with the fascinating and lovely Drispeera. Her appearance, her perfume, her blueness are all a bit much for him, and he starts to think un-Kaesoish thoughts. No, she'd never. . . not with me. . . Isn't she about two hundred years old? To Ioannia: "What's the little girl's name? Well, aren't you pretty! Just like your mother. Lady Ioannia, may I have the honor of a dance with your lovely daughter?" Assuming Ioannia approves, Kaeso takes the little girl on a whirlwind around the dance floor, with lots of spins and jumps.
Of course! I am finding my eyes glazing over a bit at all the kingdom talk. Kaeso is getting bored with the details, and wants to go do some adventuring. I hope Mornaura returns. Anyway, count me in, but big dumb Kaeso is going to grin and pretend he knows what's going on. I will try to make up for it with dazzling role-playing.
Probably Marshall, then. Way back when we started, and Kaeso had super stats, I envisioned him as an Alexander the Great kind of character. Since we had to renorm our scores, he's a bit more simple, but good-hearted. Keeping the peace he can do. Coming up with battle plans and strategy, beyond the tactics of hand-to-hand combat, would probably be out of character. It turns out, completely accidentally, that his latinate name and blonde hair makes him out to be some sort of Talderian/Ulfen hybrid. Perhaps all Ulfen, but adopted. Interesting. I hadn't read the campaign guide when I made him up.
Kaeso is stunned by the news. He staggers for a bit, but then a grin spreads across his face. "This is so cool! Oh Dris, I don't care who leads or how you organize it--you know I'm with you--just check with Mornaura, we'll need her for sure--we'll need horses, and a guard force--and maybe we can get some land cleared and get these fields planted, maybe even get some settlers--wait till I show you what we could do with this land!" He's a bit breathless. He startles Mornaura, Ioannia, and Drispeera with bear hugs. "Oh, I'm sorry. That did't hurt, did it?" He walks around with a grin. "I need some beer! Who's with me?"
I've got one more week of midterms, so I'll be slow. Sorry!
I pan substantive posts soon. But I'm buried in grading at the moment.
sorry, midterm week. I pan substantive posts soon. But I'm buried in grading at the moment.
After eating a prodigious amount of stew, Kaeso pulls Jhod aside discreetly, and says "Um, I don't know how to say this, but could you teach me a bit about Erastil? She was Mom's god, and she meant to teach me, but then she passed, and Dad didn't care too much about such things." Perhaps I can help finish Norn's work, should he not be raised. . .
Kaeso perks up: "Did someone say 'meat?' Yes, please!"
Kaeso, who has been looking down at his saddlehorn most of the ride, perks up. "Oh, berry picking! I used to love to do this. Let me give it a try" Survival:
I'm content to follow. Kaeso is brooding a bit right now over the death of Norn, and so will meekly follow and kill what needs killing.
Kaeso attempts to hear what the ladies are saying: Perception check: He blushes beet-red. "It was creepier last time." He picks up the ranseur and tests the balance. "Hmm. Never seen one of these before. I wonder how you use it?" He looks around to make sure everyone is out of the way, and then takes a few practice swings and lunges. Before long, he looks like a veteran ranseurist. "Could you ladies help me figure out what this thing does? I'd be much obliged."
Kaeso stops Drispeera: "Let me take care of that for you." He lifts the corpse easily off the horse and holds it over his head. "If you want it, you can have it!" He bends his knees a bit and flings the body forward into the river.
Kaeso loads the corpse of the Stag Lord onto his extra horse, and gingerly takes the helm. "I hope this thing is safe to use, but we might need that deadly aim."
Kaeso sure would like to use that Stag Helm, especially while Norn is out of commission.
I could use the mwk chain shirt, the longsword +1, the Composite Bow +1 (since I took Deadly Aim this level), and perhaps a cure serious wounds potion or two. I'd like the human bane arrow. Bingo should have the rapier, even though he's NPCing now. It's what Kaeso would do. As for plans, I'm indifferent as long as we take care of the river. In character, Kaeso really wants Norn back, so is willing to do whatever it takes. What's the Stag Lord's helmet do?
Kaeso looked up to Norn. As a new fighter, he isn't too sure of himself, outside of combat itself. "I'd sure like to have him back. I can't think but that Erastil's got work for him. Frustrated with the delay, and with not having Norn to rely on for advice, Kaeso finally reaches a decision. Looking down at the prone body of the Stag Lord, he growls at him: "I find you guilty. Guilty of murder, of banditry, of making hard lives harder, and of not paying the Tuskwater toll!" Then, he jams the rapier hard into his eye socket, killing the bastard. He cleans the rapier off on the Stag Lord's cloak, and turns to Bingo: "I think this might be just the thing for you, dear friend." He hands him the blade. After the deed is done, shaking a bit, surprised at what he has done, Kaeso looks at his friends. "Sorry. We need to open up the river, don't we? His body is the key."
Sorry I'm a bit slow. It's the start of the semester and I've got to teach first classes this week. I'll try to respond to the action sometime tonight. Alas, Bingo! I wish we didn't have to lose you. We'll need to recruit someone, I guess.
Kaeso looks down at the Stag Lord in disgust, then trudges heavily out to Dovan's body and picks up his rapier. He walks back to the Stag Lord. As he passes Ionnia, he pauses: "I know he's not your god--do you know how Erastilian funerals go? I'm sorry--never did much as a kid--mom would have known--oh Gods, Norn!" Standing athwart the Stag Lord, rapier pointing at his eye, Kaeso asks "Any reason why I shouldn't finish him off?" Norn would have known what to do, but he's dead!
Kaeso steps up to make a flanking attack, wondering where Bingo's accent has gone. Strange thoughts in combat! Concentrate, Kaeso! Warhammer:
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