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"Let us hope that the dragons mouth is closed! I shall keep my eyes wide and feet ready to run, if there are dragons about."

Bedu grins at the cleric.

"Touche."

"But seriously we need to know."

"Of course you should go after them!" Samir shouts. "If you want the map, that is. They stole what I rightfully found! I'm sure it was the buyer I was negotiating with. I can tell you the way to his excavations."

You estimate that the men were here some time in the last 24 hours.

"Who's the opposition, Samir? We'd like to walk with our eyes open when we go into the dragon's mouth."

I am not dangerous. I am lawful good says so on my character sheet. And the halfling is still alive with a deep seated hatred for lawful good clerics wielding maces.

Good.

Perhaps he could put in a couple extra for Bedu too?

By extra you mean, a million. :D

Maybe it was all about your violent PC?

Liet will be praying a thousand litanies for that mistake.

Liet not being familiar with the goings-on outside the monastery watches with interest the events as they unfold.

"Indo, what is it that you see?"

Liet carries one of the lights.

Will (1d20+4=11)

"Samir, I sure hope you know your way around here. This place makes me nervous."

"May the gods bless our journey."

Liet is beset by a moral conflict. Initially, of course, he was very eager to earn some money to put up his project. But now that he is faced with price of his ambition, feelings of guilt are weakening his resolve to continue. Then he thinks of the people he can help and Liet firmly replies, "Yes, I am amenable."

Was I able to heal the halfling?

Liet reaches out to heal the halfling.

Casting Defensively; Cure Light Wounds (1d20+6=19, 1d8+1=9)

"Heal you I can. Climb aboard first you must."

I use my Jedi mind trick.

"Look, friend, I am really sorry for what happened." Liet makes a show of putting down his mace.

Liet lowers his mace and paints his face with his best smile, "Your wound needs immediate treatment. You wouldn't want to make it worse by swimming in these dirty waters, right?"

"To show our sincerest apologies allow me to heal you. Free of charge."

*snort*

I think once you hit someone on the head with a mace, you're into intimidation a bit more than diplomacy. Either way, you've made sure they start at hostile.
We need to think about what we're doing a bit more, perhaps.

Didn't wanna jump in after the halfling, not with my low Str.

1d20=7, 1d20=7

"You need not risk drowning with that wound... Surrender!"

Diplomacy (1d20+8=26)

Liet tries an overhead smash with his mace.

Attack Roll 18

Damage (1d6-1=2)

Liet: Please post two straight 1d20 rolls.

Thanks!

1d20=19, 1d20=14

As requested.

EDIT: Ooops, I see you already posted for me. Can I use the 19 I rolled for my attack roll? It's total is 18 (-1).

Liet moves and jumps onto the boat at G4.

Perception (1d20+2=17)

After another hour of asking around, it's beginning to seem like you'll never find him. Either no one knows Samir Kharsus, or they're not telling.

But before all hope is lost, Jaku returns with some information. A local stevedore knows Kharsus, and saw him not an hour ago working on an old boat just a few blocks away. If you hurry, you might still be able to catch him there.

"Thank you brother. The blessing of the gods be with you." Liet signs a benediction.

Liet pulls another hanky and offers it to Pindara, "It prevents the stench from becoming too unbearable."

"Bedu, do you know anyone who lives in this place?" Liet pulls out a perfumed hanky and waves it over his nose.

"Lead on, Bedu."

Liet concurs, "Going to Barge's End seems to be the more attractive option, Bedu."

Finding Bedu, "Ah Bedu, there you are. Know of a place where I can stay the night?"

Pindara reassures the girl and goes out to meet Liet.

Glaring at him she says in a steely undertone, "Good going, priest. Next time tell them where I live. First rule; don't use my name." her whole attitude seems different to when they were at dinner. As if that persona were a front, or maybe this one is.

When they get somewhere safe, she tells the others what she discovered from the girl, "He used to be shacked up with her; he has a lair in the catacombs somewhere."

Sorry she's being a b!tch, Rad! :(

"Just wondering... Snowflake."

Liet knocks at the door, "Pindara, you ok in there?"

"I'll be outside."

For SargonX and Pindara

"Pindara, wait. I think I would accompany you. This girl might need some calming down."

Updated.

N.B. I've replaced Negotiator with Persuasive. HD is still d6.

"Perhaps, the girl would be more inclined to confide in someone who is of the same gender." Liet looks in the direction of Pindara.

"Sarenrae? One of those foreign gods, yes?"

"No more sweetmeats for me. Thank you. A refill would be better."

Spot Check (1d20+2=4)

Liet stares at the dancing girls. Completely distracted.

"Well, justice cannot be exacted if one is in jail because one attracted the wrong sort of attention."

In a soothing voice, Liet addresses Skittle, "Brother, there is no need for violence here. You are among friends. Calm youself and be at peace."

"Jaku and Pindara, pleased to meet you. And also you, Indo."

"It is entirely probable that the Cult of Lamashtu is active in the city. That is what is causing all these deformed births. Lamashtu is called the Mother of Monsters." Liet takes a sip of the sweet coffee and sighs his approval.

Making sure that no one other than his companions can overhear his words, "Tis time for some plain speaking, friend Bedu. You mentioned seeking your fortune in the jungles. I'd aslo seek mine there. You see looking for investors in this school project of mine is very difficult. Many rich folk don't see the need to educate the masses. They see it as being counterproductive to the interests of the state."

Liet is a small, lean man with pale skin, well-manicured hands, close cropped black hair. He has brown eyes, a long, narrow nose and full lips framed by a well-trimmed moustache and goatee courtesy of Bedu the Barber. He is wearing white robes and a pair of soft soled shoes.

Liet smiles at the barmaid, “Some lamb shawarma would be nice. Please heavy on the onions and the pepper. Oh … and some coffee. Extra sweet, please.”

From Jhansi, yes. Age 30 yrs. old.

A pudgy dwarf waddles over with a large grin on his face.

"Of Course. Please take the large seat and tell me would you like a small drink while you wait. A lemon tea or even a desert milk? I have a little cheery cherry brandy too if you wish."

The dwarf continues talking away as he moves about the shop.

"Been in Muiu Thrall long sir? Or have you just arrived in the morning caravan? I hear there was a bad sandstorm across the desert a month or so back. Was that any where near you?"

"Me, I am Bedu bin Bakandar and this is my humble parlour. What do they call you?"

"Some tea would be nice."

"I am Liet. I've lived in the city all my life but this is the first time I am really on my own. I'm off to bring my dream of a place of learning here a reality. And I am looking for investors. Hence, the need for a good shave."

Liet opens the door to Bedu's shop. "Greetings. Is the line long? I need a shave, you see?" Liet rubs the stubble of his beard.

This is Liet Kynes, bureaucrat, missionary and would-be messiah.

Still working on the stats and background.

"May God stand between you and harm in all the empty places where you must walk."