Sir Oribar Firdraes's page

Sir Oribar nods at the success of his daughters, not permitting himself any further show of emotion. But a keen eye, and familiarity with the nobleman, will notice a flush of pride in his cheeks.

"Well, we seem to have had success so far. I am willing to continue to follow the suggestions given."

"Patience and caution are true virtues that all should heed. It is best we wait and see if this trap succeeds before charging in like a lunatic druid."

Oribar's recall of the attack is obviously an attempt at humor, he has a habit of poking fun at situations rather than people.

"That did not go well. Amunrel we must have a plan in the future. If that had been a nobleman we would have our heads on a block. But no matter, we have his angered permission. I shall watch the barn from here, in case trouble comes."

Sir Oribar looks genuinely shocked, as if accused of offering a bribe. "Good farmer, we are simply searching for a missing rat, property of a merchant for delivery into town, which was set free by some type of nature-lover nearby here. We tracked it to your farm and need to recover it. I speak plainly, and if you wish to deny us permission to search your farm without trouble, then do so quickly and we shall be on our way with no further delay for there are more of these animals to find."

"If it is a matter of inconvenience, then perhaps we can pay you for any interruption this may cause."

He rumages in his pack for a moment, pulling out a gold piece. He holds his hand out for the farmer. "Another if we find the rat alive."

Oribar is a bit taken aback at his daughter's sudden empathy. For a moment he simply stands with his arms to his sides, awkwardly gaping as his daughter gives him a hug. Eventually he gives her a gentle pat on the back before waiting for her to release him.

"You know, you are much bigger and stronger than when you used to do that. But perhaps you are right, these animals may get themselves into trouble and they should be recovered and returned to their rightful owner. I shall speak to the farmer before we trapse about his fields and barns."

As the farmer approaches, Oribar speaks up.

"Good farmer, we seek permission to search your property for a missing animal, a small rat, that was released from a shipment not far from here. We shall promise not to destroy your property, and perhaps rid you of this potential pest. As well I might inform you that we require the rat alive, so I must request you also inform your family not to kill any rats until we have uncovered our quarry - it bears a cloth mark."

Diplomacy (if required): 1d20+2 = 5.

"Well, I am their father, though not oft treated as such. I suppose short of tying you to the cart there is no way of stopping this foolishness with chasing down a rat?"

Oribar resigns himself to accompanying the group towards the farmhouse.

"We are undertaking a serious investigation for the town, we must treat these farmers and their property with respect."

"What better place for a wildman to hide than in civilization. We should execute out plan immediately. The longer we delay the further hidden our prey becomes."

"We need to organize and form a plan of action. I suggest we look for this wild-man first and attempt to determine what happened to the animals. Once that is accomplished, the animals can be found later."

Sir Oribar moves again to the capable tracker. "So which direction to follow this large man?" To the rest of the group: "Be ready for a fight, but in the interest of understanding keep your weapons sheathed."

With not much to do, Sir Oribar notices the young soldier's wandering eyes. He steps up beside Ewald, both men watching Halsanna.

"She certainly knows her way around the sword, boy. Why not ask her to spar? You may even win."

Oribar heads up to the wagon, searching on and under it for anything he can find.

Perception: 1d20+2 = 4.

Knowing his skill is in dealing with people, he graciously allows his new comrades the room they require.

"This does not appear to have been a violent attack. I'm somewhat familiar with the art of words, and I suspect that intimidation was the key factor here."

"Nevertheless, by description he is a fearsome man. It is wiser to take the boy at his word. When the brute shows himself, I suggest we combine our strength to overwhelm him and bring him to justice."

What he is suggesting is using flanking, aid another, and nonlethal attacks.

Incidentally, what is the current time of day? No sense having a human running off in the dark to find animals.

"No. There are far too many new faces around here, and I don't trust half of you half as much as I should. At this point I will have to retract my earlier position and suggest we all go together."

There is a noticeable emphasis on the word trust - he doesn't seem to be worried about a coin purse.

"My brother and I...are not on speaking terms. Perhaps if my young Vivaeri want to make herself useful she can track him down and bring him here. At present, I believe we should pay our bills and make ready to leave at a moments notice."

"Well druid or no, we can't have lunatics running around fooling with other peoples' property. Halsanna...I appreciate the gesture, but are you sure you are up to this? I would prefer you stay and look after your little sister. But...no, I've decided. You shouldn't come with me.

Though I would welcome the assistance of a priest with good intentions. The wedding may be days away, so we might as well put you to use, eh?"

With a loud grating noise, Oribar pushes his chair back. "Well, that settles things." He turns to the young man with a sympathetic look. "It would not behoof a worshipper of Iomedae to leave a boy in distress. Young man, I will take care of your problems."

He turns back to his table. "Girls, you stay here. It's probably nothing. Amunrel, I would appreciate if you watched over them while I deal with this."

Rolls:

Knowledge (local) [untrained]: 3
Knowledge (religion) [untrained]: 2
Listen: 6
Sense Motive: 19
Sense Motive: 9

Forgot the second sense motive in my first set of rolls.

Arms crossed over his chest, Oribar looked up as the young man entered in a fluster. He watched him head over tot he Sheriff and explain his story. From across the table, Halsanna visibly noticed her fathers relief at a diversion. At the mention of "bandits" the old man even cracked an amused grin.

After a few seconds, he turns back to his daughters and acts like nothing happened. "As I was saying, I won't be able to support you forever. Halsanna has at least found a use for her talents."

Oribar wants his daughters to avoid the mistakes of his youth - he always considered himself chaste and righteous, but love does funny things to a man. At the age of 18 he was swept off his feet by the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and elven woman by the name of Larusiel. It seemed she could get him to do anything, even enter her bed unwed.

This seemingly harmless tryst ended up with a child, and Larusiel leaving soon after the birth. Oribar never understood why he was abandoned, left embarassed and destitute to care for the young babe with his dwindling fortune. Over the years Laru returned, usually on the anniversary of their meeting or the birth-day of their child. She would stay a short time, but soon wanderlust overtook her as their joyous reuninion turned to bitter argument. (In truth, Laru simply cannot face the frightening reality of out-living her child, though Oribar feels only that he has been betrayed.)

Years later, Oribar was married to a young woman of negligible importance. At first he was distraught over the notion of the forced marriage, railing against his father at introducing a new woman into his life and the life of his daughter. But tradition had the better of him, and eventually he acquiesced to his father's demands.

The marriage, to a young Taldan noble named Trianna Habrensin, gave Oribar new hope. The couple eventually fell in love and raised their daughter for a period of three years. Trianna even agreed to the awkward arrangement with Laru's visits, though luckily by this time the romance between man and elf had faded. In their third year of marriage, Trianna became pregnant and the joy of a new birth brought happiness to the house - his young daughter would pester him with questions like "Will she have pointy ears like me?"

Sadly, Oribar's life was struck by tragedy again as Trianna died during an early childbirth. Bankrupting his estate, Oribar kept his newest daughter alive with the finest medicines and magical treatments. His father, much more pragmatic in these matters, refused to offer his son any more help - having twice squandered his small estate on daughters there was no further reason to suspect he could successfully continue the line.

Widower and abandoned by family and romance, Oribar fled to his small manor to raise his daughters in peace. Donating what coin he could to the local church, his free time was spent learning the skills of martial combat. A fire was burning inside him, as if determined to fight fate itself.

One night, bringing his children home from the church, his small wagon was ambushed by brigands. Not wanting to endanger his girls, he offered them all he could, all he had, if they would leave. But the thieves discovered the young girls hiding and decided to take them as a prize. Pushed to desperation, Oribar cried out to Iomedae for mercy. At that moment a black horse, larger than even a draught-horse, plunged out of the trees and knocked aside two of the bandits. Oribar seized the opportunity, attacking the remaining thieves. He stayed his hand, giving them the mercy he expected for himself - though the gallows awaited them, he would have no part in their execution.

Years have passed since that night, his daughters grown into fine young women. Wishing them nothing but happiness, he has arranged for his eldest daughter to be wed...

Sir Oribar Firdraes
Male middle-age human aristocrat 1
LG Medium humanoid
hp 13
HD: 1d8+1
Init: +1
Speed: 30ft.
AC: 17, touch 11, flat-footed 16
BAB/CMB: +0/+3 (Def 18)
Melee: longsword +4 (1d8+3/19-20)
Ranged: +2
SA:
SQ:
Saves: Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +4
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 15
Skills:

Feats: Toughness, Weapon Focus (longsword)

Equipment: 1.4
On person:

backpack: (2 gp/2 lb)

belt pouch (1 gp/0.5 lb)

Coins (in backpack): 2 gp , 3 sp , 9 cp (0 lb)
Capacity: Light 76 lb, Medium 153 lb, Heavy 230 lb
Current Load: Light (58.5)
ACP: -6

Description:

Sorry for the surname confusion - might be interesting if my brother has changed his name to start a new branch of the family.