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24 posts. Alias of Finkmilkana.


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Hmm, I'm right now actually thinking about dropping out too, as I've got no idea how to get back into it and the burst like nature of posts at times when I have no ability to be online doesn't help with it.


thats a lot of posts to read...


Just so you know: I'll be in Japan for the next week. While I'll have my laptop with me I can't guarantee that I find time everyday to post.


Spoiler:
Yes, Desnold is happy with that.


"Yes, the villa seems to be our best bet." He sights "Seems this will take quite a bit of time. Ah well, I guess the worldwound wont go anywhere."


Desnold makes a short stop at a clothing shop to buy something warm and then goes to catch the rest.


Hmm? I'm just waiting that we leave for the cloth shop/the villa...


"Almost, but I would like to check some shop for winter clothing on the way out. I don't really fancy my fingers freezing off."


After some time Desnold also come down, still yawning "Ah, good morning everyone. It seems my fingers finally thawed completely. Anything new or any decision reached already?"

Didn't I post already about 12 hours ago? Seems my post got eaten ....


Yeah, it always seems to stop when I'm checking^^


So

many

posts.^^


"Well, that's why at least I'm hear, to fulfill my duty. So count me in."


Desnold also follows to the tavern, still rubbing his cold fingers together "That tavern sounds at least warm."


Desnold flexes his fingers "Ah yes, that's far better. You have my thanks. My name is Desnold by the way."
He then follows the rest of his group.


"Brrr, I'm not used to this kind of weather anymore, I almost wish I was back in the the dessert right now. And I just hope that fool doesn't get himself and maybe us all killed. Or worse yet, attacks an innocent as I don't really want to have to take him down." He nocks one of his blunt arrows.

Yeah, I missed that he started to run towards the figure that early already.


Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8[+ maybe survival bonus if someone gives one out^)

Desnold takes his bow in hand. "Let me hail him once he's near."
Once he thinks the other man is close enough to hear him he raises his voice "Greetings Wanderer, what brings you out into the cold alone? Please slow slightly down, some of my group feel threatened by your hurried pace towards us."

Diplomacy if required: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Great rolls...


If it's now suddenly Fortsave, then I'm also 2 higher.


While walking Desnold also ignites a torch to get at least some warmth.
Otherwise he mostly walks in silence, looking out for anything suspious.

He has 10 (so now 9) in the Paladin kit

Con Check: 1d20 ⇒ 18


@GM:

He hesitates for a moment.
[b]"I do not know you nor your allegiance, but if it is as you say then my duty alone would already command me to disrupt my travel to the worldwound. It does not matter on which field of battle I defend Golarion, as there are more than one man could ever hope to walk. Yet know that justice'll find you should this be a trick to keep me from joining the crusades ranks."
He gives his hand to the figure.


"Nice to meet you, too. I already have my ale though." He holds up his cup "And you noticed right, I'm no fan of drunken brawls. The chance for accidents and escalation is too damn high if half the combatants can't even stand anymore. Oh, and I also like my taverns in one piece. "


Desnold walks over to the small gathering, looking after Vironius as he leaves "I take it you are finished with your small fight? I'm glad it ended before escalating, because that one", he slightly twists his head to signal the hooded man, "looked like trouble. Should he cause any other problems beyond starting a harmless brawl, please call on me and I'll try to help. My name is Desnold by the way."


So far Desnold just sat at his seat, watching the chaos come and wane. Some people just can't hold themselves together.

Now that the fight seems mostly over he stands up
"May I suggest that those still standing calm down now? If you want to fight that badly, I'm sure the Sheriff has some monster somewhere who need pacification." He glances at the damage already done to the tavern interior "And some loot seems better to me than a hefty repair bill."


Sorry, I somehow read your post in recruitment as "afk for this weekend", otherwise I would have told you that I myself wasn't near any computer for the last 3 days (hiking trip).


Just now a young human comes in, bow over his shoulder, sword at his side.
He can't suppress a small smirk Ah, adventurers, always boasting, boasting, boasting of their moment of glory. They never mention the weeks wading through mud and rain, eating only old rations and drinking brackish water.
He signals Ameiko "Good evening. I would like some of that delicious stew I'm smelling and some light ale."