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Sapere raises a brow a bit towards the dwarf as he takes in the whole scene. "I prefer to focus my attentions a bit more on classical knowledge, friend dwarf. Ruins, ancient entities, things from your childhood."

He will approach the open gravesite and look inside. "Was the entire body taken, or simply the goods it was buried with? If it was the body, then perhaps there is some sort of rite being performed. If it was whatever items it was buried with, then we should discover what items these were so we can uncover if there is a connection to anyone else as this may give us an idea who may have motivation to have dug this up."

Sapere shrugs his shoulder slightly. "I would not expect a logical answer to any of these questions if it is the goblins who performed this, but I believe our old dwarf may have been correct that there should be someone who is leading them or else the attack on the city would not have been so coordinated, nor would such a robbery be so well timed."

The dwarf glares. "Who're you callin' old, perfessor? I'm only a hunnerd 'n ten!" The dwarf's tone is normal, but it seems that he may be joking.

"An' yer spot on 'bout the robbin'. But there's one thing yer fergettin'! We don't know whose grave this was!"
Tipping his enormous hat up carefully, he approaches the gravestone and tries to read the writing.
In case it's unclear, his 'redneck' accent is showing up now that the fair is over. During the festival, he was being careful to speak 'perfessor like' so as not to alienate the customers any more than normal. He only just realized that he was still speaking this way and stopped. Just so that it doesn't seem like I'm being inconsistent.

Ashbek pick up the earring and turns to Cuu. ”Goblins are using earrings now?”

The dwarf raises an eyebrow. "Not commonly, but one mighta stolen it. No one even says they were wearin' it, sometimes they just pick summin' up 'cause it's shiny. Or it could jus' be a coincidence."

He turns to Sapere. "'Ey, you, 'yer 'oliness'." He says. "I ain't much o' a judge o' people, but you seem ta think yer real smart. So what do ya think this's about?" He does not even bother hiding the sarcasm.

The dwarf murmurs a spell to himself.
Casting Detect Magic, just in case.

The dwarf rolls his eyes. "'Course it ain't a coincidence. The goblins had some leader, they were too organized for a simple raid. 'Ow else would they have gotten in without us hearing a thing?"

The dwarf seems very uncomfortable at Niska's stare. Therefore, when the others leave he quickly follows suit.
"I doubt there's any trouble at the graveyard. You can't learn that much from a bunch of cards." He mutters.

old bat

Seriously? And I thought I was the one with the 5 Charisma. :D

Old Redeye will watch and brood through this encounter, so don't expect me to post too often.

Father Zantus looks towards the departing Aylmora and then addresses the group. "Is it wise to let the young lady go off on her own like that?"

The dwarf sighs. "I s'pose not. Bloody humans." He follows, keeping his distance.

"Grave robber." The dwarf mutters.
Hello? I'm trying to gloat about you losers fighting, here, so get back to fighting!

Objection! I am enjoying watching the others fight while not having to do any fighting! I am not 'wistful'! ;)

I'll post the combat later today (Monday). Old Redeye probably won't be active in this round anyway.

Nope. Unless you think I should hit a goblin with my imposing -2 quarterstaff...or I could try to scare them with my scary dancing lights...

Old Redeye wrote:

Hang on, we're rolling new Init?

Yes, if you want to engage them. To be honest, you've never troubed the turn order as yet ; p

Alright, then. Feast your eyes upon my amazing:

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

Hang on, we're rolling new Init?

Old Redeye wrote:

The dwarf sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a good illusion spell.." He mutters.

Especially since my last one was wasted. A bunch of horses would be perfect.

Under the circumstances - and as it won't break the game - you can have one illusion spell for this combat encounter.

WHOO! I guilted the DM! ;)[/oc]

The dwarf waves his arms in a mystic way and utters words of power. Suddenly, a horse appears, looking angrily at the goblins and preparing to charge. [ooc] Will save 15 to disbelieve.

The dwarf sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a good illusion spell.." He mutters.
Especially since my last one was wasted. A bunch of horses would be perfect.

On sharing loot, I propose the following system. Since the party can only sell the loot at half price, any party member who wants the loot pays that half price into the pot. This way, the pot will remain the same size and everyone will get the same share of loot regardless of who buys the loot. Let me demonstrate:

Scenario 1

- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- no one wants anything
- $600 worth of loot sold to merchant for $300, everyone gets $50

Scenario 2

- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- fighter wants an item that costs $200
- $400 worth of loot sold to merchant for $200, fighter puts in $100 for his loot, total pot of $300 gives everyone gets $50
- effectively, everyone gets the same share and the fighter got $50 back, so he only paid $150

What do you guys think?

Why are yo discussing this OOC? It's an IC decision.

Cuu pours a bucket of water over the flames, sweat dripping down his face as he reaches for another full bucket from some helpful villagers who have come out of hiding now that the fighting seems to be over. He hears the scream from up the street and thinks, "maybe this is my chance to outdo that barbarian for real!"

Making sure the villagers continue to take care of the fire, Cuu rushes towards the source of the scream, his weapons drawn.

The dwarf groans. "Don't they know they should be fleeing right now?" He mutters, following slowly behind. Close enough for protection if he is attacked, but not so close that he'll be in danger of fighting otherwise.

Sapere looks a bit confused at the dwarf, eyeing over him for any signs of Pharasma worship, or perhaps Iomedae or one of those gods who may be against such things. "I hardly think they will have much use of such things anymore and perhaps some of them may be of use for us or the town if more of their friends are lurking about. If it makes you feel better, we can make a nice cairn for the bodies or whatever your traditions may encourage. A pyre may be better, so we can keep from spreading a plague with their flea ridden bodies."

There is no sign of any worship on the dwarf. The dwarf laughs harshly. "Traditions? You mean with those gods you humans like to believe in?"

He turns away, muttering to himself.
What? Sociopath? Don't be silly!

Sapere nods a bit to the dwarf. "Worry not, I do not underestimate my foes, old man. I do not let a nick from a rusty blade strike fear in me either. Perhaps the guard will root out the last of these rats, however. Still, we should be on our guard."

He tilts his head slightly to try and listen for any other sounds of combat, while motioning a bit towards the wagon with the burning goblin corpse. "The fire has not sprung up very large yet, but perhaps some of our larger friends should try and pull that a bit further away from the nearby structures so there isn't any accidents?"

He then glances towards the halfling, still having his rather imperious tone as if he expects that his words to hold more weight then they probably do. "And you, halfling, your kind find many valuables coming through their hands. It may be worth rooting through their remains and seeing if they have anything worth more then a pigsticker."

The dwarf looks shocked. "You...you plan on robbing their corpses?"

I think that Cuu took a small nick too. Don't know if anyone else is injured, but if they are I will take care of them as well.

Sapere spits down on the warchanter again before approaching the rest, adopting a meditative stance as he speaks Irori's name, bringing down his blessings.

He then nods towards where Cuu is introducing himself to the other, then looks to the rest of the group. "I am Sapere. And the woman is right, dwarf. Would you hide from roaches and hope they will simply stop infesting your home? You must stamp out each and every one of them or they will be in your food, your bed, and with goblins, at your throat. If we do not hunt them down, they will hunt us and I would rather not be found while I am sleeping."

Channeling Energy:1d6

The dwarf seems to ignore Father Zantus. "Believe me, I have no love of goblins, but I'm not suicidal, either. He who underestimates the 'roaches' is the first to die. I should think that seeing your own blood would make you realize that. The most defensible position is one you know to be safe."

He then turns to Zantus, glaring. "I'll believe that when I see it, 'father'. Until then, we're still in a battle, and I would not recommend forgetting that."

Aylmora rushes Father Zantus' side and grips his shoulder gently. "Father Zantus? Are you alright?" she asks worriedly, scanning his body for any signs that he has been wounded.

If Father Zantus has been wounded, Aylmora will cast Cure Light Wounds on him. If he appears to be held or otherwise affected by the warchanter's song, Aylmora will sing a hymn in praise of Desna in an attempt to Countersong (1d20 + 8).

The dwarf glares at Aylmora. "Forget about him, we need to seek shelter. I've no spells left, and that warchanter used magic. Come on!"

Okay, if she is dead, ignore my previous post.

The dwarf shakes his fist at the warchanter. He shouts something at her in another language.

The dwarf glares at the warchanter and speaks words of power. "Powers of writing, I invoke thee! Destroy the vermin! Take their souls as payment!"
A wraith appears, pitch black, formed of floating letters. It stretches out a hand, moving towards the warchanter.
Casting Silent Image. That's pretty much my last useful spell. Save DC to disbelieve (if interacted with)is 15.

Initiative: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
The dwarf, hearing the music, looks very angry. He brings his staff to bear, and as it glows, the image of a Harrow card (Strength) forms in the crystal ball. The ghostly card flies at the warchanter, and once again, vanishes before touching her. However, she looks like she has indeed been wounded.
Magic Missile, damage:1d4 ⇒ 1

Sapere nods his head, nearly clapping Cuu on the back and then seeming to think better of it. "Well done, my savage friend." He glances up towards the halfling. "And you as well. It seems there may be some skill in this town after all."

He turns towards the others who stood up to the goblins in the stairs rather then fleeing like much of the populace, calling out in a voice that is more imperialistic then that of a general. "Form up, fellows. There are certain to be far more of them, the beasts breed like rabbits. Goblins may be stupid, but they can be cunning and will ambush those who move alone. If we move together, it can be we who hunt them."

The dwarf seems annoyed at the holy man giving him orders, but nods grudgingly. "You aren't wrong, human. Goblins are wretched creatures, they got no common sense, but they have some wits about them. We'd best be careful. Them dogslicers hurt."

He snorts at the human woman. "You look more like you're dressed for The Pixie's Kitten than fighting, I agree. Try to remember your outergarments next time, eh?"
He runs to his table and picks up the Harrow deck, placing it in his pocket. Then he follows the others, standing behind the orc.

See? I just saved my bonded item spell!
Redeye looks sourly at the goblins. "Already dead, then. Damn it. There have to be more of these, though. Plenty more, to cause all this. No mistake, we aren't finished yet."

Given the complex amount of possibilities for my character, since I have spells and such which I would use in different situations, I will not post my actions until I know what the goblins do. Sorry that this makes it more complex.

Redeye looks eexcited at the prospect of so many customers. When the goblins attack, however, he shouts in anger.
"Goblins! Sons of a *****!"
Initiative:1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0Yeeeah, I'm not going first.
He hurries over to 14m and shouts arcane words, making strange gestures. A ghostly Harrow card appears in his hand, in the suit of Strength. It flies at one of the goblins, the one at r18, but vanishes right before it hits him. However, a bruise appears on the goblin's cheek.
Damage:1d4 ⇒ 2

Old Redeye wrote:

The dwarf seems a bit nervous as he looks the human over. Finally he adopts a painful-looking smile. "I'm not 'playing' anything, my good man. I am consulting the cards, searching the stars for the future. Perhaps you would like a reading?"

He looks up and down the dwarf and more state than ask

"So you are the shaman of this city?"

'These city people are strange. Why would they allow such a weakling to be their shaman?'

He keeps up the false-looking smile. "No, my lord. I just do my part to reveal the destinies of my fellow citizens."

Not thinking it possible that such a weak looking creature would challenge him Ashbek looks over his shoulder, looking for the person the dwarfs gesture was aimed at. Seeing no one behind him, he figures the dwarf really was aiming it at him.

He calmly walks toward the table where the dwarf is sitting. Placing both hand roughly on the dwarfs table he leans over and the dwarf a threatening glare, flexing his arm muscles in an attempt to intimidate the dwarf.

Just one strike and you're dead dwarf he thinks to himself. No. Not this time! I've grown both in muscles and in wisdom.. Besides this one is not even worthy of my wrath.

Suddenly he visibly relax, and looks at the dwarfs cards. ”what are you playing?” he ask him in a gruff voice with a heavy accent.

The dwarf seems a bit nervous as he looks the human over. Finally he adopts a painful-looking smile. "I'm not 'playing' anything, my good man. I am consulting the cards, searching the stars for the future. Perhaps you would like a reading?"

Redeye sees the stupid Shoanti human staring at him and makes an offensive gesture.

Have you considered numbering/lettering it?
I'll do so in a second.
EDIT: Here it is, did my best but there may be some flaws.
I'm at about 14i to 13i.
Old Redeye, the old Varisian albino dwarf, sits at a small table, offering to tell the fortune of passersby. He hold a staff in one hand, which has a crystal ball at its tip. It is glowing, colors swirling within it in patterns similar to those of a Harrow deck. He looks distinctly unfriendly. He snorts at the speech about Desna and mutters something to himself.

I am done with my character. Tell me if anything won't work, I took a few liberties with the backstory.

Here is my character. The idea behind him is an eccentric, antisocial albino dwarf. He gains a small living telling fortunes, but usually spends this money on bars. He is also atheistic. However, he actually wishes for a greater purpose in life, hence the bars.
I've never really done a 'charisma dump stat' character before, so I thought, "now's a good time to try it out!". Hence this character.
Let me know if this won't work, I know it's an extremely bizarre character.