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332 posts. Alias of Loup Blanc.


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Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet draws his sword slowly, the scrape of metal lasting longer but remaining quieter overall. He stays back with the others, not wanting to approach closer unless a fight is breaking out. Hope that happens soon.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"I like your thought, elf," Prophet comments. He barely gives the body so much as a second glance as he passes by.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet lets out a low whistle as he views the carnage, reminded of battles back in the Hold. Even those had a little more order to them, though. He does a slight double-take at seeing Cragger's body, but doesn't say anything until Marcus speaks. "Huh. Good riddance then, I suppose."

Prophet decides to let the others lead in investigating here, as he doesn't have much skill--and the scent and sight of so much death is exciting the Kordatar.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Kid, if you hate the Stag Lord as much as it seems, you gotta know a bit about him," Prophet says, dropping his arms again. "He's no common bandit, we ain't gonna just stroll in and beat the piss out of him. Believe me, we're gonna kill him when we can, but right now these folks wanna help people, and now I see a couple sh*theads running a sloppy con on some townsfolk, and that gets my blood boiling enough to lend a hand."

He gives a feral grin and hooks a thumb over his shoulder. "So yeah, let's go kill a werewolf. I wanna see the look on their faces when we drop its carcass in the middle of town."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet turns at the noise and words, grabbing at his sword but not pulling it just yet. He listens to the exchange and mulls over for a minute, trying to place the new arrival. "Wait a tick," he says, relaxing slightly. "Aren't you our 'pilgrim' friend who brought us up to speed on things in the village? Runaway bandit, right?" The half-orc frowns and folds his arms. "What are you doing creeping after us? We already got a creep, the one pointing an arrow at your skull."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Yeah, let's keep going. We'll deal with those bastards when we get back."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Welcome to the game! It's great to have such a great player with us, and the character looks to be a fantastic fit as well. My only comment right now is that you mentioned Marcus being happy when the group defeated the Stag Lord, but we haven't quite gotten around to that yet. We've taken out a couple of small camps and his lieutenants there, but we didn't want to go right for the boss until we had a little more preparation and experience under our belts.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Prophet doesn't notice the evidence, but moves to investigate as Annika points it out and picks it up. "Hmm... knife's in pretty bad shape. Looks like wear and tear from hitting something hard." He pauses and looks up. "Ļi҉k͠e̴ me҉t̡a͏l ar͠m̸or͏ ̀i͞n҉s͜te̶a͡d̡ ͞ơf́ bȩa͜st fur̛." The half-orc stands and smiles, the predatory look coming in strong again. "I'm̵ l͢ǫok̨ing forw͡ard̴ ̷t͡o ̢this m̛or̕e an̢d̴ m̧ǫre̕.͏"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Yeah, I'm better at the killing part than the hunt." Prophet also heats a blanch on his blade, although just one, so the others have plenty. "Let's get moving."

On the trail, Prophet does do his best to help track, but that means just pointing out some of the more obvious signs here and there.
Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 11


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"So we're off to kill some lycanthropes and their half-breed kids?" Prophet cracks his neck and knuckles and nods to the doorway. "Best be on our way then. If it's a trap then it's a trap. If we go in expecting trouble that takes away the best advantage an ambush has. And now we've got the blanches."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Fírst ̶B̵làde'͟d ̢havȩ th̕e ̴dec̨en̢cy ͜t͡o҉ sa̛y̛ w͟hat ̶nęede͏d şaỳing͏ i͘n ͞a ço͢mm̧on̡ to͝n͢g͟ue...͠" Prophet mutters, frowning. "I̧ ͞didn't ̕und̴erst̨anḑ a ̴d҉a̢m͝n͏ ͟w͠o͡r҉d͜ ͘it͝ ͏s̛a͜i͘d. ̛And͘ b҉ý ̷th͡e ẁay͞, i͟t ̢wa҉s͘n͝'̢t a ͠'̕Greaţ'̨ ̨white ̕st͜a͟g͏. ͜It w͝as͜ ͝reg͠u͜la̛r ̀si̵ze̵."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"What, you're going on about the Stag again? I admit it was a sight, but really." Prophet sighs and folds his arms, and if the opportunity presents itself he asks one of the party what happened while they were out. Assuming they fill him in, he scowls and pats the hilt of his sword. "Wi̷th ȩve̢ry̷ ̀ṕaśsi̶n͟g͡ ͞mo͏m҉ęnt̡ ͢I͝ ͘w͞a͡n͏n̵a o͘p͏eņ ҉t̶hem̡ up mo̧r̶e̢ a͜nd͏ more̛. ̕Whe͝n does͞ ́t̢h͘e ki̶lling͘ ̛s̷tart̷?


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Meanwhile, Prophet's in the shrine, conducting his seance. (Don't feel any need to write another full description of his communing with the Kordator, since I've done it before and it'll be more or less the same, but that's all he's up to right now. I'm hoping the timing will work out more or less such that he's finished as people are coming back to the shrine or something.)


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Ah, right, you may not know." Prophet clears his throat and pulls out his sword to show Creon. It's easy to see that although the half-orc has lean, corded muscle, he has some trouble wielding the massive blade. "This ain't just a hunk of good cold iron here, it's a relic of my tribe back in the Hold. I've got a few others, too, I gathered them up from where they were gathering dust when I was a kid. They... called to me, I guess you'd say. And I learned to call back. So with a little time and effort, I welcome the spirits of the past to give me strength."

He shrugs and slides the sword back away with only a little awkward jostling. "The battle-minded spirit is the one I'm closest to, and summoning it is sort of like working myself into a battle rage, gives me strength and clarity, but it lasts longer. Try telling that to the warchiefs, though, see what happens." He snorts derisively and folds his arms. "Point is, I'm a lot better in a fight if I have time to prepare."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"I don't imagine it would be all that hard for them to fake such stuff." Prophet seems sour about the whole affair, and not just due to lack of sleep. "As far as the woman, she traveled to Oleg's with us--or at least she showed up about the same time we did, anyway. Helped shoot some bandits and then had other things to do. Must have decided to get back into the thick of it. Any help's good help." The half-orc rubs his neck and pops it. "How soon are we doing things here? I could use some time to commune with my friend, especially if we're looking at getting in a fight."


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Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Hey creepy the archer," Prophet mutters, turning over on his cot. "Some of us are trying to sleep over here. Pipe down, will you?" He murmurs a few choice words in Orcish, mostly maligning Creon's heritage, and shifts a few times, clearly struggling to drift off again.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Hey all, posting in all my games to say that as of this evening I'm going camping with family and then paintballing for several days, so I won't be able to post. I'll be back the evening of Sunday the 10th, and hopefully I'll be back to regular posting and catching up then or Monday morning. Please bot me as needed while I'm away!


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Jumping to conclusions is one of my favorite things to do," Prophet chuckles. "But it seems fairly obvious to me. And the sooner we put those bastards down the better. Just let me be the one to watch the light fade out Caleb's eyes, if we can."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Much as I'd love to, if half of what I hear about their kind is true, we don't want to start a fight right now." Prophet breathes deeply and narrows his eyes again. "Doesn't mean we can't pay them a visit at all, though. You up for a little deception?"

W͝͏h̸̡͞y͏͟͏ ̸ą҉̧r̵͡e̵͘͞ ̷̢̢y͝ǫu͠ in҉v҉͠i͡ţ͡͝in̴̢g̶̛͘ t́̕͢h̨é ̴lu͢l̵̕̕gi̡̢j̛͢a͘͘ḱ?̨҉ ͏͝H̴e̷̶̡ ̕͞i̵͡͞s͘ ̵̢͡wea̡k̷ an͜͡d͏ f̢͢͠l̸͢o҉w͢é͜ŕy̨҉̷.̡ The Kordator's voice is angry, seething with passionate hate and distaste.

Well, that's all probably true. But he's a quick one, and his spells do a number on people. Having him along in case things go sour is probably a good idea.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet stays quiet at the apothecary's, just looking around at the ingredients and equipment. It's obvious something's bothering the woman, but when talk turns to the dead boy, he grimaces and shifts his weight.

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 19 Oh, hey, wow.

At the mention that he could have defended himself, though, Prophet thinks back for a moment, then his eyes narrow slightly and he gives a predatory grin. "Oh, I think your boy did put up an admirable fight, lady. A torn up hand means he was defending himself, and it sounds like whoever did it was angry, probably 'cause he hurt them." He feigns sudden discretion. "Oh, pardon. Did I say whoever? Silly me." With that he takes out a few gold coins (5) and lays them on the counter. "You're a great help to us, ma'am. We'll make sure your son gets justice." After that, he steps outside to wait for the others, his eyes narrow and his hands flexing.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet holds off on speaking for a long moment, then coughs and shakes his head. "Your friend Jhod wasn't exactly forthcoming with his story. He didn't say a damn thing about werewolves or what happened here, you know? So, no, we only really know there's some temple that he wants us to clean out, even though Erastil told him to do it." He scratches his neck and grimaces. "I dunno how Old Deadeye usually works, but when Gorum tells us to do something, he doesn't mean go get somebody else to do it. You hup to or get dead quick."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet lets out a short bark of laughter at the comment on Marcus's loyalties. "You can drop the disapproval, Father. The men Marcus was held to are dead or in chains. You're a bandit no more, kid, unless you choose to join your old comrades." The half-orc gives the youth a chilling wink. "As for their weapons, they got silver like this?" Prophet draws his sword and holds it up to reflect some light off its dull gray blade. "Cause this isn't silver."

He slides the weapon away and sighs. "Yep, I'm thinking we're gonna kill us some werewolves. Let's go visit the apothecary."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"My name is Malaz Tarn. And we ran into your Jhod, older man with a haunted look, right?" Prophet shakes his head. "He came to Oleg's and asked us to take care of some things. Oh, and he said to tell you he's sorry." The half-orc gives a small, wicked grin. "At the time it didn't make much sense, but I guess now I see why he asked."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet shrugs. "That's exactly what we can do if they don't shape up and start acting like decent folk." He grins as if at the thought and absently wipes some blood off his sword with one hand, bringing it up to inhale the heady, metallic scent. "I for one would be sorry if I didn't get the chance to kill anyone else, but if they'd rather work, I guess that'll have to do."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet slinks through the brush far more softly than he should, and it seems the spirits are with him as he approaches the camp. In fact, he makes it right up behind the fat man at the fire, crouched low in the foliage, just out of sight and too quiet to hear. That silence barely exists for the half-orc himself, though, as the blood rushes through his heart, his neck, beating in his temples. The lust of war fills him, and he has to contain his desire to strike until the others are ready. At that point, though, he rises, steps forward to plant his feet, and brings his greatsword down on Fat Norry. So this attack doesn't happen until the others are in position, but I'll roll it now to get it out of the way.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Spirit Surge: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Total 15.
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 1) + 8 = 15


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Well I figured we were all creeping up as close as we could before openly charging in, hopefully getting within a single move. I just didn't really want to be the first to roll...

Stealth: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Despite his bulky sword and the rustling of his chain shirt, Prophet moves with a fair amount of quiet through the brush, creeping up on the camp and ready to attack.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Y͝es͜,͏ ͢I̵ ̀s̷ho͞ul̴d͏ ̕t̴hi͢nk só.҉" Prophet growls, his voice clearly indicating he isn't sure why the question is even being raised. What sort of lulgijak wouldn't take out the third guard?


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Maybe they can't see the camp, but they'd likely notice us creeping up if we don't take care of them. I'm fine with any plan, just tell me when I should charge in." Prophet has his sword in hand, ready to attack as soon as the others are.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"It may be wise to wait, much as I'd love to strike now and drive them in fear. They aren't likely to surrender until many fall, and in the meanwhile we'd be outnumbered and likely to face arrows."

The half-orc cracks his neck and stares at the bandits' leader. "One thing when we do attack. The f́at ͟o͠ne ͏i͢s̀ m̡i̵n͞e̴.̕"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Mmm." Prophet hums in agreement, surveying the scene with a practiced eye. "And this doesn't seem like a trap for an animal. It would batter and crush, and more work than its worth. Does a fine job of killing a man, though."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Wondering if this is the sort of trap bandits in the area commonly employ, or something of that nature. Our hunter might be after a different kind of game.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"I can see in the night, and waking up between a full sleep will keep my spirit at the ready." Prophet sets his things down and looks around. "I'll take second or third, or wherever you need me. Wake me whenever."

Ş͢l̢e̷͢ep?̢ ͝No̵w͡?́ ̸̀W̛i̸̕͞t̨͠h̀ớu̶͘t̨ ̶́͜a͟ǹ̵y̵͏ ͢a̵͟c҉tiǫ̵͞n̕ ͜mór̸e̵̛ ͏͏ţh͢a̶͟n ̢͜o͝p̸͡e͠n̡͘i̡ņ̴g ̧a͟ ţ͏r̸a͢p ̕o͜n̛͝ ̨̕͏a̷͠ ̧͟l҉̨͝u̢lg̡͞i̵jąk̸̵'́͢s͢ l҉҉̸e̢̧͞g?̀҉ The Kordatar's voice echoes in Prophet's mind as he lies down, and the half-orc has to force it out.

I think I can promise blood and battle tomorrow. Vrasubatburuk ug butharubatgruiuk.

The medium has a sense of wary appeasement. V̢́ę͏r̵y̧̡͜ ̶͞we͘҉̧lļ̕.̀͡

Good to move forward here.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet set off with the others shortly after the decision was made. After only a short while down the trail, he reached around and pulled his greatsword from its sheath, as well as the candles from his bag. "Have to do it on the move again," he muttered, then looked up to the rest of the party. "Excuse me while I do this. I should keep up fine, just don't expect me to say anything for a little while." With that, he closed his eyes and began to hum.

The Seance:
The seance begins much as it did last time, with Prophet running his hand along the blade of his sword. His fingers swirl up and down, drawing patterns of warmth across the cold steel before it dissipates back into the air. His throaty humming rises and falls almost in time with the motions, the tempo picking up as time goes on from a slow grumble to more songlike.

After several minutes of this, the half-orc begins taking the candles in hand from where they were balanced on his shoulders. At the same time, his hum turns to a chant once again, low and calm at first. It grows with time though, and escalates a little with each candle placed--this time by wedging them onto the edge of the blade. He doesn't press them hard, and by all rights it doesn't seem that they should stick, but they remain in place as he lets each go. Once all are placed, he reaches into his bag and pulls out the flint and incense. These he runs along the sword's surface in the same manner as the last time, chanting as they scrape along six times. His eyes open as he brings it up again, and anyone looking can clearly see that the orbs are milky white.

The seventh strike lights the incense, and he slowly and unerringly lights each candle. Finally, he places the incense on the tip of the sword, where it balances despite the precarious position. At this point Prophet drops the flint back into his bag and grips the hilt with both hands, ceasing his chant as though waiting.

M̷̕a͘l̨̨͡ą̵z͏̷̢ ͜T̢͏a̡͢r̷̢ņ͝͡. Y̶̷o̷͢ú̸ ̶̀c͟a͏l̸̀͟l͝͏ ͟a̡̧ǵ͝ai͟n ͡s͏͢͡o͜͜͏ ̵͢͟s͏o̕ơ̸n̛.͝ The Kordatar's voice is as strong as ever, but more sated this time. Pleased to be welcomed again.

There is always danger in the world, Kordatar. There is always a place for the strong of heart and arm.

T̴͟h̢e ̵̸A̸n͝҉g G̷̛͘i̸̧j̡a͜k̷͝͠-͏I̴s̢͝h̡͘͠i̷.͡ Th̨̨̛e̵̷҉ ́͘͞ć̸h̶͠ild͝r̶͜e͜n ͢ó̡f̀҉ ̸̡̛w̢͢aŗ.͘ ̀Ý̸o͜u̵̢͟ ̢͘t̴̡͞h͏in̶k̵̡͡ y͜o̴̕u̡͡r̷s̀e͏l̀f̷͏ ̴͟͝on͜e ́͜o̧f͝ t̸h͝ę͜s̢e,́͢ ͏c̵h̷i͟l͝d̵̷ ͝o̷͟͢f ̸͏͢M̴a̢͘ń̨͞?̶̢ The voice takes on an almost threatening tone, but Prophet is used to this.

I think you are the greatest of them all. You are the champion of the Angijak. You are the power of the blood and the spirit. Between us we will take blood.

A pause, and then: A͜͠s̶̨̛ḩ́d͜a̡u̷t͘a̛͠ś ̛͡v҉̸r̸a̷҉su̶̕͜b̡̨a͝t͘l͘͏a͏t͢,͏̨ ̷͡͏M̴͠al̢͘͠a̷̧̛z͘ ̶̨T̷҉ąr͜n̸.̢̨͢ The sign of appeasement from the Kordatar.

Nar udautas.

With that, Prophet opens his eyes, and they are once more their customary amber. "Mi͝r͢dautas̡ vr̛a̕s."

At the camp, Prophet curses as he hears the shouts of pain, and he glances over to see the elves clutching at their legs. He quickly scans the area and triggers another trap with a nearby branch, then strides over to the injured travelers. "Ma̶ba͏j͢ b̡ot ob̡ ͞arm̸a̡uk," he mutters, kneeling down before Annika's trap and placing his hands on it. "T͞his wįl͟l͠ hur̴t́ lįk̢e a͡ ́ẃhor͠e."

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet shakes his head at Annika's comment. "It's not my point. A village is a village. Everything out here is dangerous and folks should know that. But you and the diplomat here seemed set on helping anyone and everyone we could for the sake of it." He shrugs. "Me, I think a village might be more likely to reward us for help."

The half-orc stands up and stretches as the others seem to commit more towards this path, but his eyes narrow as it becomes more and more apparent that Jhod is hiding something. When Theo speaks up, Prophet steps toward the old man. "Aye, it can wait... unless it's something we should know beforehand." He approaches the elderly traveler and folds his arms, glowering over him. "What aren't you telling us, wanderer? If we get killed out there, it'll be on your head if what you know could save us."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Just think helping a village full of people would be higher priority for some of us than tramping around in a cave for who-knows-what." Prophet shrugs. "Either way suits me fine."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet frowns at the mention of 'something wrong' in the temple, and he shakes his head at Gallidren's suggestion. "Look, don't get me wrong. Erastil's a powerful god here, and I'd love to be paid for my time, but we know next to nothing about that place, and if the old man's been called to fix it then why should we get involved? It's his task." The half-orc taps the table. "You were all excited to rescue some poor villagers, probably for no payment at all, and now you're springing to go exploring some cave on the word of some graybeard?"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Prophet eyes the old man suspiciously, but it's founded more on his general mistrust of strange travelers than any specific response to this individual. "Aye, bring him in. What skills have you, elder? Beyond disturbing sleep and proclaiming faith."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet snorts. "It's your 'duty' to protect your damn self, and it's good fortune that brings someone else to help you. But I agree--if there's a village out there nobody knows about but bandits, that spells trouble for everybody there. And it may lead us to more information about the damned Stag." The half-orc leans back and sniffs. "Drink today, battle tomorrow, then? Set out at first light for that village? Unless you want to travel at night."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Still here, just been busy and haven't been sure of how to respond.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet nods. "Something like that." He glances to Creon as the android grips his glass tighter, and mutters, but he turns back to Oleg. "The b*tch had a map with several points marked out. More bandit nests in the region. We'll go have a look there, clean up the area. We know roughly where the Stag Lord rests, but we don't know exactly where, or how many men are there."

The half-orc leans back in thought for a few seconds. "He's a right bastard, but he needs a large force to do what he does. We kick his legs out from under him, he'll fall like anyone else."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet drinks deeply, and lets Creon give his own barebones account of what occurred at the bandit encampment. When Oleg asks about the ring, he shakes his head sadly and sets the cup down. "We didn't find it, Oleg. I would guess it was given to her leader, the Stag Lord. We'll find that bastard, though. And we'll get your ring."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Bah." Prophet grunts and shakes his head. "If some of you wish to speak with the man, by all means. Perhaps our more honorable speakers would like to discuss things with him, and drop off the new laborers?" The half-orc looks sidelong at Annika and Theo, but hsi voice suggests he's jesting.

"As for myself, well." He glances back to the entrance. "I think I've already had enough of soldiers for the day. What I'd like now is a seat, a drink, a meal, and we can tell you what happened out there."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"That it will be. But before then, if you don't mind, I think a hearty victory meal is in order." Prophet looks to the others as he slides the charter back into his pack. "We had hard fighting yesterday, and warm bellies would do us good."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet growls audibly. "What do you think I just hit you with? Or do I need to grind it into your head?"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet scowls when the group is stopped by the apparent new arrivals, and he slides from his horse and steps up to them, reaching into his pack. "What's this, the post gets protection after the need is gone? Wonderful of Restov to finally reach out its hand. Too bad we already took care of the problem." He gestures back to the bandits, then slaps a roll of parchment into the man's chest--his charter. "You're here for Restov, we're here for all of Brevoy. Now get out of my way, little man."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet awakens with the others the next morning, and he seems back to the way he was back at the trading post and on the road. While still fit as any half-orc might be expected to be, he's lost some of that warrior's edge, and once again the greatsword somehow looks a little out of place on his back. He takes breakfast with the rest of the group without comment and nods. "Agreed. We should get them back to the trading post, and move from there. Some of the points the woman mentioned yesterday seemed of interest."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet elects to take a late watch in the dead of night.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet turns to regard the paladin, and he watches him for a long moment before saying anything. When he does, his voice is his own, if only for now. "The hardest part of life here is that you can only save one person. Yourself. She chose not to."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Prophet shrugs and steps forward, planting a foot on her stomach. When he speaks, his voice is no longer raging: it has only the cold, emotionless tone of death. "A̷ ̶҉d͘e͢al̴'͜s̶̨҉ ͘a̵ ͜d͞e̵a͡l͜.́͢͝" He kicks out her other elbow and plants his foot on her palm, then grunts as he swings his sword down. Another spurt of blood jets out over his boot, and Kressle's second hand joins her first in lying on the ground. Prophet then rams his sword straight down through the woman's stomach, just under her ribcage. She isn't quite dead yet--she's pinned to the ground and her spine is severed, but she'll have time to realize what's happened for a moment before bleeding out.

"S͢ay̡ ̛h͢éll͘o ҉t͡o̸ ̀ţh̶e͝ Ab̡ỳss̨ ̕f̷or̶ me̷,̕ ̢w͝i̛ļl̸ you?" With that he reaches behind her and grabs whatever she was reaching for as he watches the woman die.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

I'll post my level up stuff here, I guess.

At second level Prophet gets shared seance, which will let him share his seance boon with folks pretty much all the time. Effectively this is going to give the party +2 to weapon damage most days.

He also gets taboo, which will give me a limited resource for using spirit surge more often without taking serious penalties from influence. I'll be adding the taboos into his profile.

Another spell known at 0-level, so I'll add that, and my skills all go up obviously. Also just realized I haven't redone my Background Skills, I'll take care of that.

Hit Die: 1d8 ⇒ 6 Cool, slightly less squishy.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Prophet slaps her again when she spits, and he clenches his fist several times. "Cle͜arly ̀no҉ o҉n͏e ̧t͠òld ̧yo̵u͢ ab̀out̕ ͞H̛a͟pp҉s͝.͝ A͡h ̢well.͜" He looks to Theo and shakes his head, almost clearly echoing Kressle's own thoughts to some extent. "S̸h͏e i̡sn̛'͞t͞ ́giv̵i͢n͘ģ us̢ i̷nfo̧rma̧t̨io͘n,̸ s̀h̛e̡'̡s͜ c͝l͟ea͞rly̷ too dan͏ge̷rou͡s͠ ͡to ͟leţ liv͘e̸ as she ͝is̶, ̀bu͠t̨ ͘we҉ ̨d̵o͞n̕'t͝ ͟w͠a͟nt t̨o put̢ her ͞t͏o ҉death͏.̧ ͜S̡ơ ̴here'͢s͟ wh͢at͏ ͜w̸e͠'̧ļl d̸o̧."

The half-orc quickly grabs one of Kressle's arms with one hand, and grabs his greatsword with another. With a growl, he brings the blade around in a vicious arc and slashes through the woman's arm near the wrist, severing her hand. He lets her go with a slight shove, glaring down at the bloody stump before turning his eyes to hers.

"T͟el̵l͘ ͞u̡s ̢w̴hat͠ yơu ha̶ve to he̷a͘l̛ t͞h́e̡ hal̵f̸-elf,̶ ̕a͞n̢d͞ ҉w̡here̴ t͞he̴ Ştag ̧L̷or̶d'̨s ̶f͞o͡r͟t is, and ͢y̡o͜u͏ ̧g̛ęt͞ ̧t̷o ke̶ep th͟e͠ ơt͡her̨ o͘n̨è." It's clear in Prophet's voice that the offer will only be given once.

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