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Chancre:
Horgus takes the offered hand, maybe even a little faster than Chancre would have guessed. "Yes," he says, "I heard that you fools are diving into the demonlands in a pipe dream to take Drezen."

Samirah:
He isn't hard to find, Samirah has seen him training with a few of the groups of crusaders which have been working to keep Kenabres safe. However, although they seem to be happy to work with him in the evening, the gruff well-trained fighters don't think he has the skill to stand guard, so the young man has been working for Otani - lots of dirty and unpleasant jobs, and the ones like chopping wood.

His smile when he sees Samirah is bright, none of the shame that marked his eyes in their first meeting lurking. "Lady Samirah!"


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah chuckles in response to Sosiel's comment, and turns to the thin man named Aron when he's summoned. "A pleasure, Aron. Student of Sosiel's? A friend?"

Aron looks uncomfortably at the crowds around, "A frie.." His voice dies off as Sosiel shakes his head.

Sosiel looks Samirah directly in the eyes and with simple pride, "Aron is my lover."

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Samirah Basri wrote:
She makes a face in response. "The first part is most certainly more interesting. So you write; do you also perform? And how did you end up on this mission to what I'm promised is a very terrible place?"

"I've been known to give readings when someone asks nicely," Nurah says primly, "And force them on unwilling audiences when no one does." With a return of that bright smile.

"As for this mission," Nurah shrugs, "I'm horribly old and my mother was one of the refugees that managed to escape Drezen. So the old citadel has been one of my research subjects."

"I'm an expert, don't you know."


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Konstantin will greet the newcomers with his customary Irrisani warmth and good humor. "I am Konstantin Argentaev. Your precise gods are irrelevant to me. So long as they behave themselves, you will find no difficulties from me."

"I'm sure my goddess behaves herself better than I do." Sosiel says, then with a hint of a more serious nature, "But I assure you that you'll find no issue with my service."

Quote:
Back and forth about clerics.

Sosiel's slipped away during the interchange, but his shrug manages to convey quiet confidence. "I know I'll be playing second fiddle in your heart," her says to Samirah, "but I will try to make a dent." A pause, and then he looks around.

His voice rises a but, "Aron?"

At the call a painfully wiry and wary man slips out of the crowd and towards the group, looking ready to fall back into the shadows, but drawn inexorably to Sosiel's side. Sosiel puts a hand gently on Aron's shoulder, presenting him to the group but supporting him at the same time. "This is Aron Kir."

Aron bobs in an uncomfortable mimicry of a bow, twitching really.

Pan meets the Party
After carefully shaking Chancre's hand, Pan looks around, seeing Konstantin and Samirah safely away, she edges away from the group unless someone pins her down with questions.

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah looks relieved to see someone who doesn't look like they're taking everything seriously. "What sorts of things keep a poet so busy?"

"Oh," Nurah says breezily, "the important things in life. The correct meter in a story to complement the swing of a hero's sword in battle." A gamine grin, "And then the correct innuendo as to the hero's reward when she returns victorious."

"And then there is the boring matter of sorting fact from fiction in scouting reports and captured intelligence and dealing with politics and the backbiting in the court."


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Samirah Basri wrote:

Samirah brings a hand up in greeting. "Glad to have you along, Sosiel. Are you able to heal death? Or demonic curses? Those are the things I'm primarily worried about, at this point."

She brings a hand up to her stomach briefly before dropping it to her side again.

Sosiel's smile is kind, and this one does fully reach his eyes, "Curses I can battle, but not yet death. Shelyn willing, that will be something I can do." Before Samirah can respond, "But the church of Iomeadae provided me with three scrolls of raise dead, in case of emergency."

Pan Meets the Party

Roshan Suraj von Itzal wrote:
Roshan looks surprised, at least momentarily. He glances at Konstantin, studies her, then bows as deeply to Pan as to anyone else.

Pan bows in return, for a brief moment her eyes sharpening as she notices something, but saying nothing.

Míril Celegeth wrote:
Míril raises an eyebrow at this declaration, but simply says, "Welcome to the team, Pan."

Pan ducks her head, swallows, "More support rather than a team member." Although her dry voice indicates offering a differing opinion is difficult.

Samirah Basri wrote:
"There's no need to apologize for that," she says, tone softened slightly, "a name is an important thing." She shrugs. "I should not have presumed anyone else should name you."

Pan glances up to look at Samirah's face, then down, "I..."

A pause, then quickly, the words pushing out and tumbling into each other, "YouofferedsoIwouldhaveanidentity." A pause, quiet, [smaller]"It was a kind reason, but I didn't.." this time she trails off, losing the path of the words.

Downtime in Kenabres

Míril Celegeth wrote:
After spending six mornings recharging her friends' wands, each morning hence--and before the team leaves for Drezen--she offers what minor recharging she can do to the people of Defender's Heart. I'm sure there are many magic items around that run on charges.

Their are the standard healing wands which are gratefully received with increased charges - and then there are the merchants who are thrilled at the idea of their wares being able to increase in value.

Miril:
"Worthy goals." She offers a hand, "Ones I would be happy to support as thanks for performing them."


Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

The group - at the head of their small but experienced army - manage to set off a little bit before noon. Almost immediately, Aron Kir (who would have been very brief introduced to the group prior to leaving Kenabres), moves ahead of the mass of the army. Anevia falls into stride near to the group, "We won't quite be able to make Valas's Gift before nightfall, but there is a defensible location about five miles short of it that we should be able to make if we push a bit." Unless the group has any questions or anything to add, she too scouts forward of the main force - although she seems to also check the armies flanks and rear when she circles back to report.

Early on in the day, a little halfing woman perched carefully on a large horse sets pace along side. In contrast to the stern masks of the crusaders she wears a easy grin, "I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself before we left," a shrug of the shoulders, "I always leave too much to do in too little time."

A pause, then she winces as she realizes she still didn't do that right, "I'm Nurah Dendiwhar, poet."


Pan (Re-)Meets the Party

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah looks at the both of them, eyebrow raised. "It's a good name. It's lovely to meet you, Pan." She smiles, holding out her hand as though the two have never met.

There is a moment of caution, then Pan takes Samirah's hand and squeezes it lightly, callouses rough against Samirah's skin. Hesitantly, she bows her head, "I... Thank you for your kind words." A pause, "I am sorry that it took me so long."

Sense Motive DC 15:
Pan's hesitancy seems to be born mostly of confusion but there is also a bit of fear in it as well.

Chancre:
"Both." Gwerm says, "But those that betray their oaths will have their own comupance when they can't keep two coins to rub together."

A pause, "I've heard that we'd all be demon-kin if not for you?"


Samirah:
The long years are more evident in Galfrey's eyes when she takes Samirah's hand. "Much about being a ruler is accepting that very few will treat you as a person rather than a position." She glances towards the small door which leads to the back hallways, wistfully, "Even when they have been asked otherwise."

A regal smile, her public mask slipping back into place, "You carry the confidence of a nation." The smile sets into place, "The world really."


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Samirah Basri wrote:
"I don't believe your sun could ever be a burning orb of death." Samirah says, grinning. "But if it becomes one, I will shield you from it." The grin fades slightly. "And I will try to do the same for the things that try to kill us."

Anevia's replies dryly, "And I'll try to make sure you know what is trying to kill us all so that you have a chance to do so."

Samirah Basri wrote:
"Good! Then it's settled." She looks between Irabeth and Anevia. "And if this is to be a long trip, it will be good not to be parted from one another for so long." She glances at Konstantin, then back to the two women.

While neither woman has any comment at this point, one of Gero's eyebrows rises. He doesn't say a thing, but he seems to be watching the byplay between all parties with a little more concentration.

But before that becomes uncomfortable, an old man dressed in white robes with Iomeadae's sword on each arm comes up to the group. With ancient pride and self-confidence, the old man looks at each person in the assembled group until he sees Aravashnial. Pulling out a scroll, he marches over to the elf, proving to be almost a foot shorter than the slender humanoid, "I assume you are my patient?"

Following in the old man's wake is a dark-skinned man dressed in full armor, his decorated with the multi-plumed bird of Shelyn. As the old cleric harrasses Aravashnial into sitting so he can examine the burn wounds, the dark-skinned man offers a hand to each of the leaders of the Fifth Crusade in turn. "Well meet. I'm Sosiel Vaenic." He offers a warm smile which fits well into the folds of his face, although it doesn't chase away a sad weariness in his eyes. "I've the honor to assist with healing." Apologetically, "I've the skill to heal blindness, but was not prepared to do so." His gaze moves over the group, "I would be happy to tailor my spellcasting to what you think will be of the most use."

Perception DC 15:
Not really hiding, but staying back near the press of people, you notice there was another man that approached with Sosiel and the old cleric. Almost painfully slight, he follows Sosiel's interaction with the group with greedy intensity.


"I would be proud to have you along, Aravashnial," Konstantin says.The elf doesn't smile, but his spine straightens in pleasure. His ears may have straightened a but too.

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah's face falls only slightly before the shadow passes and she smiles again. "Well, at least we'll be outside, where there's sun."

Anevia winces slightly in sympathy, "Maybe with luck it will be a nice sun rather than a burning orb of death." A shrug, "The land and the sky above have been influenced by the rifts for years, the one truth I've seen scouting is that most things will try to kill or corrupt you."

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
He looks to Anevia. "I would be happy to yell at a cleric for your benefit as well."
Samirah Basri wrote:
She gestures to Konstantin. "He's willing to yell at people on your behalf, maybe you could join us in the initial journey. You and Irabeth can join the battle with us, together!"

"I would be honored to come along earlier rather than later." A tiny smile, a hint of gratitude in her eyes, "An army is much more efficient when they have warning of what is coming and no one ever got into trouble with too many scouts."

Konstantin or Sense Motive DC 15:
Yep, she totally looked at Irabeth before the happiness at being able to keep an eye on the paladin quirked up her lips.

Chancre Cailean wrote:
"I am ready for my Crusade," Chancre says, pulling a fifth of something from his backpack.

Gero's lips tighten a little with the appearance of the bottle, but his only comment is, "Sir, ensure that you drink an equal amount of water, dehydration on the trail would be painful."

Konstantin:
Pan doesn't salute when Konstantin approaches her, but she does tense with a readiness that isn't as wary as it was the previous week. Her answer isn't quick, but she doesn't hesitate over her words as much as she does around other people, "I know that helping in rebuilding Kenabres when we did so much damage to it is important," she edges, memory of Konstantin's earlier words clear in eyes, "but, given the choice, I would rather go with you, Vezds."

For once she doesn't pause, waiting for prohibition after expressing an opinon, hurring on to her next words, "I've been to Drezen before, once." She swallows, "And ..." this time her voice does trail off. Pan closes her eyes, her shoulders trying to square themselves before slumping into her normal submissive posture, "That little village... It is only a few days from Drezen..."

A swallow, and then Konstantin's second question clearly settles into her mind, because she can't hide the scared surprise that anyone would care how to address her. "Whenever is convient for you, Vezds."


Samirah:
Just before Samirah escapes the interview, Galfrey replies, more serious than Samirah's quip with, "No. I really could not have picked anyone better."

Miril:
The night the wardstone was destroyed
Quote:
Míril quirks a wry smile. "I'm a thief by nature. I might intrude, but if I'm good I'm not seen doing so."

A hint of amusement lights the woman's eyes, "We've always used scout rather than thief," her head cocks to the side, "but I guess that it depends on what you want to steal."

"What drives you on your path?"


Chancre:
Horgus waves off the commerce outside his house as if it doesn't matter, although the set of his shoulders and the sharp alertness in his eyes proves different. "It was needed, can't have a town if you don't have commerce, and without gold..."

"And I suppose now that you are being heralded as the Heroes of Kenabres you came back thinking I should be kissing your feet in thanks?"


Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Konstantin frowns. "How has no one healed your eyes yet, Aravashnial?" He looks around for one of Galfrey's people. "You, fetch a cleric or someone who will heal this man. Tell them it is by the order of the Fifth Crusade!"

The officious man Konstantin barks at draws himself up straight, looking shocked. Until he catches sight of Queen Galfrey's nod in support of Konstatin's words, at which point he scurries off.

One of Aravashnial's eyebrows quirks up, his academic tone amused but pleased. "In that case, I would like to break with Riftwarden tradition and ask to accompany the Fifth Crusade to Drezen."

Perception DC 15:
About ten feet away, looking scandalized (although perhaps more at the bold admission of being a Riftwarden) is a scowling Quednys Orlun. Although he doesn't raise an actual objection.

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah thanks Anevia, Irabeth, and Aravashnial in turn. And inclines her head slightly to Gero. "A pleasure to meet you."

Gero's voice is deep, "I hope to serve well."

Samirah Basri wrote:
She turns to Anevia. "I would love to get going by mid-day." She stretches her arms, then plays with her shiny new medal. "I'm glad to see Kenabres coming back to life, but I'm more glad for the opportunity to see what's outside its walls, too."

"Oh, it is quite horrible." Anevia says. "But Gero has campaigned in the badlands before and made sure that you'll be carrying enough food and water for the journey to Drezen." A pause, "And Horgus Gwerm informed the queen that he would organize supply delivery to Drezen once you have successfully driven the demons from the walls."

A pause, longer, "I'll join you all as soon as I'll be more help than hindrance." With a tap on her cast.

Samirah:
Galfrey shakes her head with a smile, "What you and your friends are going to do will hopefully set this crusade on a solid foot."

Just a slight tension around the eyes makes her look grim, "The last crusade..." she shakes her head, "it drew on for far too many years, and the toll on the souls of those who fought was immense."

"I do not wish that for my people again."


Samirah:
"Incredibly irritated." Just the slightest bit of a quirk to her lips, "They would have never let me live it down."

"When I first took the throne," Galfrey's eyes go distant, "The year before Aroden died and the rift to the abyss opened, there were two major attempts to remove me from Mendev's throne." A tight-lipped smile with more akin to a grimace, "The first stymied only because my cousin, Geoffrey, who was ten years my junior had no desire to be a child-king since he was educated enough to know the fate of most children who had been forced into rulership." Quietly, as if the words have to follow the memory of her cousin, "He fell in battle ten years after that in defense of a small town called Seeker's Gully."

She blinks twice, "There have been two assassins that have announced their task - one as a means to get close enough for the attempt and the other because she felt we would pay more than the original contract."

A sigh, "It is not good tidings that some force on the plane of fire is aligned with the abyss though."


Chancre:
Gwerm's manor - which continued to remain undestroyed in the few days of demonic occupation - is a bustle of busy activity. You the ground have been converted, at least partially, into a small market. Notably all of the prices are fair - and the essentials, food, water, are being sold at cost.

Gwerm himself barks at Chance, "What do you want now?" Under the bluster, you think there may be actual pleasure at seeing you.

Maybe.


Miril:
The night the wardstone was destroyed
Quote:
Míril walks up to the crusader, stopping at a respectful distance. She smiles at her, but waits to be invited over to talk.

The woman's head dips down a little, "You've never been the one to intrude or command, have you Miril?"

Konstantin:
It is only when Konstantin touches Pan's shoulder that he realizes she is trembling. At his words, she swallows, then past a dry throat, "I will not dishonor you, Vezds."

When the group is finally allowed down from the platform, Anevia, Irabeth and Aravashnial all wait to congratulate you. Aravashnial gropes around for a moment before he finds each shoulder, giving a solid squeeze, "Having people who understand the importance of knowing the enemy and taking the fight to them will be a welcome change." His voice is loud enough to carry over the excited voices around.

Irabeth bows, "Thank you for the honor of going with you into battle once again." She motions to a man who can almost look Konstantin in the eyes, "Gero is one of the captains of the men being sent to support you." Gero is an older man, a nasty scar snaking down his neck to disappear beneath the armor he wears. Gero bows as well, "All of the company is supplied and ready at your command."

Anevia, quietly slipped in around the side, "If you can get moving by mid-day, there is a decent place to make camp before it gets dark."


Samiarh:
"I am very glad that you decided you didn't want me dead." A glance towards the door, "It would have given my guards a severe black eye if one of my heroes was to bump me off."

A smile, tired. "It isn't the first time that someone has been sent to kill me." More thoughtful, "Do you know if it was just a whim of the Sultan of your palace or was it something that was instigated by Ymeri herself?"


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

The preparations for the ceremony, started the night before, continue in the pre-dawn hour. Otani himself comes quietly knocking on doors before sunrise with an offer of sustaining drink and some food before you have to set off for the sunrise ceremony.

By the time that you get to the great courtyard, near still mostly broken walls of the city, in the shadow of the destruction caused by the demons and only prevented in larger scale by your actions, the courtyard is filled. Not just with the armored men and women who would normally come to the military honors, but with a number of merchants, injured, and hopeful of Kenabres - people who would have died without the actions of the few.

Queen Galfrey is on the dias when you come, dressed in a more ceremonial version of the armor she wore yesterday. Galfrey turns to the crowd and speaks. Of the first crusade, the first organized defense of people against the demons, nobles and warriors sent up from the southern lands to the defense of a small country lead by a woman. The counter-attack by the demons years later during which Drezen was lost and only with the raising of the wardstones was the demonic advance abated. The third crusade, initiated after a number demons and their followers were brought past the wardstones by stealth and betrayal. The forth crusade, initiated by the rise of the balor, Khorramzadeh.

"This time our old friend was not able to stand against the assault and we all have lost friends and family to the latest rise of destruction from the abyss. And we will respond with renewed vigor and force," she motions to the group of you, The first Knights of the Fifth Crusade, who have already saved Kenabres and us all from the demonic threat, and will continue to be a blazing light of hope and righteousness against the chaos and the dark of the abyss."

The cheers are deafening, resounding off of the walls of the broken buildings.

Galfrey steps back letting the crowd and the crusaders have the moment to welcome and thank you, and you see a hopeful smile on her face - one that does reach the old and weary eyes.

As the cheers die down, Galfrey straightens, her voice ringing out over the expanse. "The churches of Sarenrae, Torag, and Iomeadae of long supported our efforts to fight back the demonic advance. In the decades of war against the demons, we have lost many to the blades and claws of the enemy, but also those who have fallen from grace to have their souls tainted." Her voice is hard at this point, "Doing evil to combat evil aids the enemy." She turns to the group, "It has become custom to recognize when our leaders act righteously in battle."

She motions to Chancre, "Many have died in the wars against the abyss. I've been told that someone who has passed beyond the veil can never be coerced or forced to come back. One who has seen the end of things and still chooses to come back, he is a man who knows his worth in the fight against the enemy." Galfrey pulls out a hexagonal red and gold metal. "I am pleased you still fight with us, Chancre Cailean, and I am honored to give you a honor I myself have never achieved, the Righteous Medal of Vigor." She puts the cord around his neck, letting the medal clang down against his armor.

Chancre:
When on your person, the Righteous Medal of Vigor grants a +2 sacred bonus on saves against death effects.

As the cheers start up again, Galfrey raises one hand, "Just as important as bravery, is knowing the best way to act. Knowing the plans of our enemies and their motivations allows us to plan a defense and attack that will let us succeed with as little loss of life as possible. The Righteous Medal of Clarity is granted to a hero who sees the importance of information and gives it to those who can utilize it best." She motions to Samirah, "This, Samirah Basri, you have done and I have no doubt your quick mind and actions will do again." This time the medal is a blue circle the edge chased in lightning and two eyes peering from the center.

Samirah:
When on your person, the Righteous Medal of Clarity grands a +2 sacred bonus on saves against insanity or confusion effects.

This time Galfrey's raised hand doesn't stop the whooping cheers from the crowd* but the tight, mostly hiding smiles proves that the honest joy is something she is glad to hear. "In the battle against the demons it becomes easy to see plots everywhere, to distrust both friend and neighbor. Those who can see a glimmer of good in the enemy and turn foe into ally are the rarest of heroes." She nods to Konstantin, "It is hard enough to convince someone to leave the fight and do no wrong, to help someone return. For him is the Righteous Medal of Command."

Konstantin:
When on your person the Righteous Medal fo Command grants a +2 sacred bonus against emotion-based effects.

*Perception DC 15:
The first and most noticeable of those cheers for Samirah was from a skinny youth standing protectively next to a rail-thin girl. Now clean and at least partially feed you recognize Corbin and Klarah near a group from the Defender's Heart.


Audience with the Queen

Samirah Basri wrote:
She hesitates. "If I may have a private word with you, ah, Highness? Before you leave?"

As there is no concern on Galfrey's face only a slight interest in the grey eyes, Samirah does not need to continue. "I would be happy to speak to you."

Samirah:
And when the last person files out of the room, Galfrey nods, perhaps the hint of concern for Samirah creasing her brow. "What did you need to tell me that you didn't want your friends to hear?"

Konstantin:
Quote:

While the revelation of something awful and unforgivable is not much of a surprise, the details do take Konstantin aback. He forces himself to hide the strong reaction, taking a moment to gather himself.

"I am certain you did many things to stay alive. This... yes, this is bad. The fact that you understand this, though, gives me hope. Perhaps you would wish to balance the scales of this particular wrong. Protect children who have no one else. While it will not erase the past, it will create a new future."

In the moments of silence before Konstantin speaks, Pan shrinks down within herself, and when he speaks she is carefully watching from a side eye.

Quietly, she nods. "If you were to be Vezds to me," she swallows, "you made it clear that you didn't kill me because I hadn't done..." she stops again, starts, "You deserved to know what sins I need to make up for."


Miril:
The night the wardstone was destroyed
Quote:
Míril walks along the street towards the square when Roshan tends to perform with the circus troupe.

The city continues to be gray, quiet and empty for the whole journey. No sense of anyone watching or following. But when you get to the square, you finally see someone. An armored crusader, her helmet off and sitting on a bench, the woman herself with a tired smile when she sees you.


Samirah:
"Can you win? Yes." A half smile sad and sweet. "Will you win? I don't know. And I do not know what it will cost you to win."
Konstantin:
Pan nods, although the gesture dies part way through. For the first time Pan looks down truly, not observing Kon at all. "I...."[b]

[B]"In the demon lands there are still small towns of humans, " she swallows, "to not be wholly subsumed they need to give a tithing. A cull of children every few years. "

[Smaller]"Of all of the things I ever did, Vezds, delivering those children the way I had..."


Audience with the Queen

Chancre Cailean wrote:
"Very good, then. I will come attired for battle. Is there anything else I ought to know that would be obvious to a warrior of this place but will come as a surprise to me?"

"The ceremony should take place either at sunset today or sunrise tomorrow, and my people will insure your army is well-stocked with food and necessitates so that you can start for Drezen as soon as you are ready."

With a polite Galfrey rises, but then pauses. A hint of concern in her steely eyes, "I do not expect it for any of you, but anyone who learns you are Knights will assume you have sworn fealty to us and our cause."


Night after the Wardstone Breaking

Finding Irabeth is relatively easy - the majority of the day she has been at the center of a rotating group of Kenabres's citizenry. Passing by the group you hear snipets of "The wall to the infanada should be rebuilt first." and "Really, the order can just stay here, wouldn't it be best to rebuild the"

Samirah Basri wrote:
A lot slipped Samirah's mind on their first night back from the garrison. But on the second night, she seeks out Irabeth and pulls her aside.

Which means when Samirah pulls her aside (the objections to which are very quickly squelched when it is noticed it is Samirah doing the pulling), Irabeth looks exhausted but grateful.

Samirah Basri wrote:
"These papers, I grabbed them from the garrison with the assumption they should not be left in the garrison." She says, handing over the troop movements. "I don't know much about war, but I do know a lot about fighting. And either way, this seems too valuable to leave laying around."

Irabeth looks through the first few pages, pauses, then turns back to the group, "I will have to leave your concerns in the very capable hands of Quednys Orlun." The crowd is clearly less than enthused about bring the petty debates to the old wizard.

Once away, Irabeth looks more thoroughly through the papers, "These were the documents being compiled in the war room of the garrison, right?"


Samirah:
The woman's smile curves her lips a bit more, almost looking delighted, even if the look is not quite comfortable with the lines of her face, "You want to rise above your kin..."

She shakes her head, "I miss the irreverence of those confident enough to be so."

Her eyes glance up and she grows more serious, "My time I'm allowed here is running short. Any single question you might have?"


Konstantin:
"I do not want to accidentally give away your secrets."

Another sideways glance, "Could I call you Vezds?"

A pause, "I think I know where I was born." This statement is said in a even flatter voice than normal. "That would be what a..." her left hand moves a bit, "General would be called."


Miril:
The night the wardstone was destroyed

You find yourself on the streets of Kenabres as it was before the fall.

Except that it is absolutely empty.


Míril Celegeth wrote:
"It probably goes without saying," ventures Míril, "but we should make sure our platoon is armed with enough cold iron, given the nature of the forces we're likely to face."
Galfrey nods. "Each of the hundred are devout to Iomeadae and her blessing serves the same purpose in their hands, but cold iron weaponry can be provided."
Chancre Cailean wrote:

"This isn't one of those situations where formal is a euphemism for skyclad, is it? Because if there are things to be pinned, I prefer to be clothed."

Chancre bites a ragged edge on one of his fingernails, and spits the nail into a nearby spitoon.

"Draped is okay, though."

One of Galfrey's eyebrows rises just a little, "For a formal presentation you'd normally be expected to be dressed as you would for battle." Just the hint of a smile, "Before the first crusade, we knighted Rikárd Német, a sarkosian from what is now Frostfell, who came clad only in woad."

To Chancre, "We proved his honors on cloth that could be draped over his neck."


Chancre:
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Chancre catches the disk, surprising himself. He listens to it, sniffs it, licks it, looks at it.

At the moment when Chancre licks the coin, he hears a half-amused half-disgusted female voice, "Cayden, I'm taking that as acceptance."

There is a flash of power, almost painful, and when Chancre's eyes clear the armored woman is gone.

Chancre gains a +2 bonus on Survival, 5 hit points, Potion Glutton (although Chancre is not a worshiper of Urgathoa and that pre-req has been struck down in this case), and +2 to Constitution.


Samirah:
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Samirah moves so that she's standing in the beam of light, sighing audibly. "I'm glad to be speaking with a woman, then. The gods are noisy and don't seem to have much of a sense of humor." She hesitates only for a moment before holding out her hand to the woman in plate armor.

The woman takes Samirah's hand, bowing over it is a courtly gesture that doesn't seem out of place for this woman. Her lips brush lightly over Samirah's knuckles with a sizzle of power. She looks up at Samirah with a hint of mischievousness that seems both right and wrong at the same moment, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, even if you and yours make me remember my humanity most poignantly."

Samirah gains a +2 bonus to Diplomacy, 5 hit points, Inner Flame, and +2 bonus to Wisdom.

You gain this feat even though you do not met the pre-reqs. Scorching Weapon is activated as a swift action and lasts 1 round.


Konstantin:
Pan considers Konstantin's words, it is very slight but her perpetual hunch seems to be just a little bit less. She turns to look at the horizon, but Kon can feel her watching him from the corner of her eyes, "Where you come from do they have a title or a word for one you follow by choice rather than force?"


Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"We are glad to accept the help of all three. You know your people, you know the task at hand. It stands to reason you would make the best selections."
Samirah Basri wrote:

"Irabeth is known and trusted; she seemed to work very well with us on our mission in the garrison." Samirah says, sounding thoughtful.

"However, given the fact that we don't have another wardstone to break, should one of our own fall in battle..." she casts a glance at Chancre, "I don't think it would be a terrible idea to speak with Sosiel."

Galfry nods, "I will make sure they all know their service has been accepted."

"Are there any supplies or service we can ensure are at your disposal?"

Then, Galfrey closes her eyes with the smallest of winces, "I'm not one for ceremony," her smile is just a touch bitter, "although I've been assured that many of them are for the comfort of my people. Officially, I must declare you Knights of the Fifth Crusade so that you may lead forces in battle and declare rulership of any place you succeed in wresting from demonic hands." A half smile, "Additionally as such, in your actions at the Garrison you have already earned honors that would be presented by myself or the highest ranking fighter."

"I would be happy to make both the presentation as formal or informal as you so wish."


Samirah Basri wrote:
"Isn't it always a betrayal from within?" Samirah says. Her tone is one that normally accompanies an eye roll. Konstantin asks Samirah's next question, so she nods in agreement and asks nothing further.
"A few sad times it is incompetence. But with demons," her voice is almost as ice cold as Konstantin's can get, "it is nearly always betrayal."
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"I can't imagine any of us refusing such help," Konstantin says. "It sounds as though you have a team already selected. Tell us more of them."

"Recommendations." She shrugs, "You all have rarely seen talent and potential. I do not wish to handicap myself by trying to dictate my will when it may work at cross purpose the outcome I desire."

"The first is cleric who was fortunately away from Kenabres when the invasion took place, or we would have lost him along with the rest of his order. Sosiel Vaenic is a cleric of Shelyn. Although even man and woman in your army is a devout of Iomeadae, I have no doubt that a bit of additional healing would not be amiss. Additionally he is quite knowledgeable about demons and their tactics."

"The second is Aron Kir, who is the scout with engineering training. Even were he not going with you, I'd advise talking with him and he will be providing a map of the Citadel as it was built." A pause, "Compliments of the engineers of Torag."

"Finally, we would recommend Nurah Dendiwhar. In addition to supporting you with her bardic magic, she is an expert on religion - both ours and our enemies - and knows more about the history of Drezen than anyone else in Kenabres at this point."

A pause, "We will only be in the city for a few days before we return to keep the capital safe from the masses in the Shadowrift. But it was important to rebuild this city."

"If there are any here that you think would better serve helping you, they are yours."


Chancre Cailean wrote:
He looks at the map. "How many is a platoon? I am more accustomed to smaller sallies." Not an objection, just a question.

"One hundred."

"It is a very small army for the task you have before you, but I fear any larger of a force would draw back the attention of the brunt of the horde before you have a chance to take Drezen."

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah leans forward, mirroring Galfrey and resting her chin on her hands. "What can we expect in Drezen? And not that it needs to be said, but I'm happy to help in any way I can."

"Demons. Cultists. Probably an army at least double the size of the one I'm sending you with."

"I only visited Drezen once in the decade before it was lost. It was built by dwarven engineers in an effort to create a strategic foothold at the mouth of the Sellen." She considers then continues on, "From my conversations with the men and women who built it, bolstered by the Sword of Valor, it should not have fallen without being betrayed by someone from within."

"One of the specialists I'd like you to consider taking with you was trained by many of those who built the citadel."


The Queen

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah snorts. "Old? Hardly." The words are out before she can stop them. She has the good grace to look slightly embarrassed. "Your highness." She adds with a bright smile.

Galfrey's smile is tight, more grimace than smile, "Old." She takes a deep breath, "Old enough to have organized the forces of the tiny kingdom called Mendev against a flood of demons when the world was split open."

Samirah Basri wrote:
She coughs politely into her hand. Then gestures towards Roshan. "As he says... we go forward. Always forward. Besides... can't someone just... set up new defenses?" She asks.

She shakes her head. "That isn't to say that we won't muster the defenses that we can to protect the citizenry, but the wardstones were a masterpiece of arcane wizardry and divine faith, blessed with the presence of Iomeadae's herald."

"Such a work would be possible, but it is the effort of a decade not days." A pause, "I'd much rather end the need for such defenses." She says this quietly but fervently. "Even with their disorganized natures, I expected there to be more skirmishes in the last two weeks, but other than a few exploratory pokes at Nerosyan's defenses," she shakes her head, "Nothing."

"Which is not to say that our enemy has been inactive." She straightens, unfurling a stylized but complete map of the worldwound and its boundarys. "From what our scouts have been able to see, many of the leaders of the demonic host are gathering in the south, near the Riftshadow." She taps on a city in the middle of the Worldwound, only a week's ride from Kenabres, "Even the marilith general, Aponavicius, has left one of her greatest prize poorly guarded."

"The citadel Drezen was one of the first cities overun by the demons after the First Crusade." She shakes her head, "And it should not have been. The citadel was protected by the Sword of Valor, a banner bearing Iomeadae's crest that safeguarded a building from demonic incursion. But the city fell and the artifact was lost to us."

She leans forward on the table, hopeful, "I'd like you to lead a platoon to Drezen and retake the city." She holds up a hand, "First, the location is a foothold in the Worldwound itself a beachhead from which further offensive can be staged. And second," Her smile is grim, "its recovery will be a symbol behind which more fighters can rally."

She drops her hand, inviting comment, questions, objections.

Konstantin:
Her eyes widen a bit, but she takes a deep breath, and her own hand, callused and shaking, meets Konstantins. "I am ..." she stuggles a bit with the word, not finding the one that means what it is she wants to say, "I am happy to have met you," and her already measured speech slows just a bit more, carefully pronoucing the name with the same emphasis Konstantin had moments before, "Konstantin Scillarovich Argentaev."

With this her eyes drop again, but only a little, so that she isn't looking directly into Konstantin's eyes.


Samirah:
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"One can only hope there are more deeds to be drawn into." Samirah says brightly, winking at the stoic woman. She looks more serious. "But who are you to be blessing me? I thought nothing of gods and goddesses until the wardstone was shattered, but then I spoke to... someone. Someone powerful."

She moves through the garden, maintaining eye contact with the woman while brushing her hands over flowers and leaves she passes.

"Do you speak for Sheyln?"

A choked, maybe laugh? "No. Shelyn is quite capable of speaking for herself. But it was determined that my home was not a proper place to met you and she was is always a mediator."

More seriously, "My herald spoke well of your courage." Then a shrug, "But I suspect you will surprise him greatly given time."

A bright shaft of sunlight breaks through the dense foliage, forcing the woman to squint in the brightness. She holds out her hand, "I'd like to give you my blessing, but I'd not force it on the unwilling."


Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"I do not, but I suspect this is when you explain, and request that we go on a dangerous journey to alleviate whatever problem we inadvertently caused." Konstantin holds the queen's gaze for a moment. "And I accept."

Galfrey makes a nod of acknowledgement, which doesn't hide the pleased relief in her blue-grey eyes.

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Roshan Suraj von Itzal wrote:
Roshan forms a circle with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, pushes the first joint of the index and middle finger of his left through the circle on one side. He then makes a motion off in the distance, then places to hands opposite one another, one coming from the same direction the other possibly coming from Kanebres and seemingly pushes them back and forth. He looks up inquisitively.
"Roshan accepts too," Konstantin says without missing a beat.

Galfrey, leaning forward slightly in an attempt to decipher Roshan's meaning, straightens. Inclines her head to the mute man, "Thank you as well."

"With the wardstones gone, it is only a matter of the demons overcoming their own chaotic natures to take advantage of the loss." She considers her words, "That is power released from the destruction settled into each of you and has not faded into the ether..."

A pause, "It makes this foolish, old woman hope that your arrival and the loss of what appeared to be our only defense heralds an end to this war."


Samirah:
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"What a lovely place this is you've brought me to!" She hesitates slightly. "If you are the one who brought me here. Wherever here is, and whoever you are." She raises an eyebrow as a question mark for her last two comments.

The woman looks around at the bright garden, the green growing, the artistic bowers, "It was not actually my choice, but one that was negotiated on." A shrug, "But any part of Sheyln's court, even just a bit that reaches into dreams would always be lovely."

"However, this is not my place. I come, expecting nothing in return, wanting to give you a blessing in thanks for the deeds you have done."

A scoff, "Granted I do expect there are more deeds you will be drawn into, so I'm not entirely selfless."


Konstantin:
May
She steps forward, tall enough that she can look Konstantin in the eye, leans up and kisses his forehead. There is a momentary flash of light in that moment. Seriously, "You are right. The gods are nothing without those who work on the earth."

She closes her eyes, a hint of regret visible when she opens them, "I wish I had known just how true that was."

Konstantin gains a +2 bonus to Intimidate, 5 hit points, Draconic Discipline, and a +2 bonus to his intelligence.

...

Pan
She is quiet for a bit then - very cautiously and ready to drop her eyes back down towards the safety of her hand - she looks up and meets Konstantin's eyes, "My name" her voice starting shaky and whisper quiet but gaining just a hint of force, "is Pan."


Chancre:
As uncomfortable as the woman looks in the chaotic and crowded taproom, Chancre sees her nod in response to the shout that should have been drowned out. Frustrated as she gets elbowed by a bare-chested man, she pulls out a small iron disk which she tosses in Chancre's direction.

Which practically flies to Chancre across that large, crowded room.


Galfrey does shake Chancre's hand. She listens to your version of the happenings in the Gray Garrison with interest and the questions she asks are more for clarifying details than rehashing what you have said. Once finished, she considers for a short while then leans forward.

"There are some narrow-minded and short-sighted souls among the crusades and my advisers who wish to blame you for the destruction of the wardstone border, however I am confident that what you did saved entire legions of my people from a most vile fate." Her shudder is real, "Not just here but all along the wardstone border, Vorlesh could have transformed us into our own enemy. The blast which destroyed many of the demons in the vicinity will hopefully give us the time we need to get new defenses operational."

She looks down at her hands, then up, meeting each person's eyes in turn. "I'm sure that you understand the implication of the wardstone's loss." Only the slightest raise in her tone indicating a question.


Samirah:
The Night After the Wardstone is Destroyed

You feel yourself pulled into awareness in a dream. A huge garden, verdantly growing yet neatly manicured. Under a shaded bough, looking distinctly uncomfortable is a woman dressed in full plate armor and whose brown-black hair is cut into a utilitarian pixie. She raises a hand in greeting when she sees you, rising to her feet.


Konstantin:
May
May considers, shakes her head. "I want to give you advice but talk is cheap." A near silent scoff, "Plus the best advice is common sense and you seem to be self-sufficient in that regard."

"A blessing, freely given, obligating you to nothing and requiring nothing in return?"

TTWNN
"Most of people from beyond the ward seem to be soft." She comments, almost managing to hide the wince when she realized she offered an opinion unrequested.

After a moment, "So. I can be Pan?"


Chancre:
The Night After the Wardstone is Destroyed

You find yourself conscious in a lucid dream. You find yourself comfortably ensconced in a crowded taproom filled with people and drink and song. Across the crowded space you see a woman with short-cropped hair sitting in full armor - no drink and no food.

Watching you.

When you do notice her she lifts her right hand to her forehead and you think she mouths the words, 'thank you'

Roshan:
And you wake up feeling all refreshed and just a little bit more self-confident.
Konstantin:
May
She shakes her head, but with just the hint of a smile in her eyes, "Not my instruments."

"One of the things that makes all of you so powerful is that you are free agents and as such the aid I wish to contribute comes with no promises or obligations." Her eyes grow a little stormy, "Baba Yaga's get have been a scar on the northlands since before I was born," a shrug, "most of my concerns have always been in the lands surrounding Cheliax."

TTWNN
Her dark eyes are solemn as she listens to Konstantin speak, but he can see her mouth each of the possible names as he mentions them. "I think I've known people who were named after flowers," she shakes her head, "I'm not that sweet or delicate."

A pause, hesitantly, "Would Pan..." She stumbles off into silence again, but she starts up again much sooner than a week ago. "Does Pan sound like it could be a name? Or is it like Bread that no one would actually take seriously as a name?"

Samirah Basri wrote:
She looks to her friends, then makes her way towards one of the empty rooms furthest away from the common area.

The two guards start to follow, until Galfrey turns, "I do not think that is necessary." The voice polite but with steel beneath.

One starts to voice an objection and Galfrey's blue eyes go hard, "These people have done me, my country, and the world a great service. If they wished me dead, I am certain they could have found a more creative way to go about it." The guard only meets her eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze is acquiescence.

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"I am Konstantin Argentaev," he says to the queen. "Welcome to Kenabres." He follows Samirah to the back room.
Míril Celegeth wrote:
"Míril Celegeth, Your Majesty," says Míril with a bow. "At your service."
Roshan Suraj von Itzal wrote:
Roshan bows, much more deeply than he is usually accustomed too. Apparently, he seems to feel that perhaps this "Queen" is someone actually worthy of the title and of respect.

Once in the room, Galfrey demeanor changes ever so slightly. She isn't any less regal but you see an age that gives lie to the youth of her face. She responds to each greeting meeting eyes and quietly taking her own measure of each of you.

She asks a few questions about the events at the Gray Garrison, enough that you know that she has heard stories and rumors of what really happened, but wants to hear the events from those who were actually there.

She pauses when Otani and some of his staff bring in food, the smile she offers the old man is much friendlier than the polite facade she had maintained in taproom, but the old bartender responds with the same careful respect he had before.

Sense Motive DC 15:
While Galfrey doesn't seem surprised by this, you see some of the public shields slide back into place, hiding the hurt and sadness.


Samirah Basri wrote:
She gestures to the table the group has become familiar with over the last few weeks.

Quietly, "If you don't mind, I'd actually like one of the back rooms." A slow look around the mostly empty taproom due to the more flamboyant show a few streets over, "It may be newer to you, but I've been on display for a very long life."


Sense Motive DC 15:
For those better at reading the body language communication, what actually happens below is:

The two guards notice Samirah approaching and start to move to intercept, the Queen notices their movement, shoots a look at Otani behind the bar, who gives her a quick nod, the queen makes a gesture that could kindly be called 'Sit, Heel' at her guards, and steps forward to met Samirah.


As Samirah moves towards the bar, there is a slight jocking of movement and position, which ends with a sharp look from the woman and her stepping forward to take Samirah's hand. "Galfrey," the woman says, "and I am quite happy that I am able to meet you and yours."

The woman's mousy-brown hair is tamped down by sweat and the weight of her helmet on the ride here, pulled back it does nothing to hide the rosy cheeks and fine bone structure which are at odds with the ancient steely-blue eyes and the stubborn jaw. "Otani, old friend, I'd like very much to break bread with these heroes." What should have come across as a arrogant command is softened just the slightest by the hint of affection the woman has for the old, one-armed man. She inclines her head to the group, "Assuming you'll do me the honor, of course."


Samirah:
As an art piece the price is really up to you. The more expensive the more intricate the piece can be. Do you have any idea of what kind of setting you'd like, or are you looking for an artisan who is just inspired by the shard?
Konstantin:
May
She starts to shake her head, considers and then shrugs. "I helped create a stalemate which was the most I was allowed to do." She scoffs, jaw tight, "I prefer direct action but," there is frustration in her voice, "that was denied me after my ascension."

"But you can still act in the world and I would like to help in the ways that I can."

TTWNN
Towards the middle of the second week, your tiefling - who has been working quite hard physically, if still mostly disengaged socially - approaches. Carefully and cautiously, but something that she would have never been so bold to do a week ago. Her head is down, but Konstantin can feel her watching sideways as she does. She holds out half of a sourdough loaf which is still warm from the oven. "I like bread. It's so simple that most people overlook it, but most people would not know what to do if it were gone."

A long pause, "But Bread seems like a stupid name."

...

Knowing the city as well as you do by this point, any interested parties in the group are able to arrive at the Defender's Heart just a bit before the small armored group. In the lead, a woman dismounts and pulls off her helmet. She hands the reins of her horse to the young (newly hired) boy with a polite request that he take good care of her mount. Two of the other also dismount and flank her, following her into the taproom of the Heart as she heads straight for the bar.

Although the old man hides it well, you can read the confusion on his face as he watches the woman approach - as well as the 'ah ha' moment when her identity clicks into place. "I heard the Queen was giving a speech congratulating us on our survival, so I didn't expect you here." The old man says even as he pulls a old bottle out from a cabinet and pours it for the woman.

Perception DC 20 or Sense Motive DC 15:
One of the two guards looks at the booze like it is liquid evil and his already dour lines set a bit more when the woman takes the drink.

The woman breaks out in an impish grin, "I had real work to do and this seemed the best place to get it done." She picks up the small glass, smelling the liquid before raising it in a toast to the old one-armed bartender and taking a small sip. "I'd very much like to meet the heroes that saved us."


Rova 03, 4713 - Crusader's Road

Two weeks after the destruction of the wardstones has seen no massive demonic attack and the wall of Kenabres aren't fully up yet, but the reconstruction has started. The people rather than being beaten down by the tragedy walk with purpose, the return of hope in their eyes and bearing. Espically when one of their heroes are near.

The dust beaten from the road of their passage is visible just an hour after the sun rises and by mid-day that front ranks of the thousand crusaders who have travelled the long road from Nerosyan to bolster the losses suffered by Kenabres. They are organized as they file into the city, engineers moving towards the great outer walls to assess the damage and the rebuilding. Fighters and guards bolstering the few the survived the demonic onslaught.

A bit after mid-day a group with a bit more pageantry enter the city. In the center of the group, a woman whose golden armor is emblazoned with Iomeadae's sword moves through drawing the stares and cheers of the many. The woman leads the gaudy group towards a large remaining courtyard.

Perception DC 15:
Entering with the same group, a small contingent of five rider split off in the hubbub. A group that heads almost directly to the Defender's Heart.


Roshan:
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Roshan crosses his arms, arches an eyebrow, lips tight with a clearly displeased look on his face though just as clearly his displeasure is not directed at the lady before him. "Then perhaps that means I should just shut up, shouldn't I? Why don't you just tell me whatever else there is that I should know to aid us in our quest that is still safe enough so as to not toe that most consequential of amorphous invisible parameters."

She shakes her head, "It is not like that. You aren't mine to order or command," a half-smile doesn't quite show, "I just wanted to thank you for what you are doing."

Konstantin:
For just a moment May seems to be taller, filling the window rather than just the corner of it, her voice gains harmonics that border on painful though she speaks quietly, "I am the Lady of Valor, line between the innocent and the wicked."

The moment passes in a blink and she is once again the slight, armored woman, "And once - before Nakorshor'mond - I was just May." She looks over her shoulder, a mix of pride and sorrow in her eyes, "Just as one day you may once have been Konstantin before the wardstones blazed."

She shakes her head, shrugs, then turns, holds out a hand, "I came to thank you for doing something I could not."


Arodus 28- Rova 02, 4713 - Scouts
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Konstantin absorbs the information, happy to ply these scouts with drinks.
Samirah Basri wrote:

She seems unfazed by causing potential issues with her eavesdropping.

"She sounds like a woman worth calling 'Queen'." She says, thoughtfully gnawing on a piece of bread that's been slathered with jam. "And she'll just be passing through here... right?"

The scout nods, "Probably." He motions vaguely to the city outside, "But this place got hit hard and with the Prelate killed," he shrugs, "I'm sure she'll move back to the capitol once it is settled."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
There is one day when Konstantin can be seen hauling about thousands of pounds of rubble on his back. The next day, he has an entire work crew doing it.

The clean-up goes much faster, a number of people amazed and delighted at their new carrying capacity.

Konstantin:
Arodus 21-27, 4713 - The Tiefling With No Name

She nods, "'Hey you' isn't so bad, comparatively." Her voice is mostly flat, but there is just slightest rise at the end, like she is trying her hand at a joke.


Konstantin:
The Night After the Wardstone is Destroyed
GM wrote:
You find yourself in a limbo state between vision and lucid dream. A stern woman dressed in full plate stands next to an open window that looks out onto a world broken, scarred and frozen. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes lightening in welcome although her demeanor remains serious. She looks back over the broken terrain, "Thank you."
Kon wrote:
"And who are you?"
GM wrote:
A soft breath out, "I've gone by great many names." A shrug, "A very long time ago my friends called my May," she looks over her shoulder, "I'd prefer to be friends with you and yours."
And then May and the unnamed tiefling got confused for each other. If you have nothing more to say to her, I'm ok with that but just in case.
Defender's Heart Continued
Samirah Basri wrote:
"What's wrong with it?" Samirah asks, sounding even more confused now that two people in a row have had trouble handling what is, to her, a harmless piece of crystal.

Aravashnial shakes his head. Pauses, then barks out, "Irabeth Tirablade!"

The half-orc woman picks her head off of Anevia's shoulder where she may or may not have been suggesting something to the more delicately structured woman. Irabeth raises one eyebrow looking at the elven wizard, then shakes her head when she remembers the bandaged eyes. Perhaps more modulated than her original reaction would have been, "Master Aravashnial?"

"You did examine these artifacts prior to allowing the brash to retrieve them from the tower room?" His tone suggesting that of course she hadn't but had better do so right at the moment,

The dark look Irabeth replies the tone with is completely lost on the blind man, and her voice is calm and even when she does answer. "Yes. I saw no sign of evil or malignancy that had been imparted into the wardstone while it was held hostage by the enemy. Nor did any hint of malice seem to cling to the shards."

About halfway through what Irabeth is saying, Aravashnial nods, turning back to Samirah as he starts to speak over the half-orc, "It would seem to just be a reservoir of power that you and your allies are attuned to in that case. It should make a fine jewelry piece and if you are able to access the power, it may provide a conduit for more."

He stops, "Or utilizing the power may drain the item leaving it just a pretty hunk of rock."

For the first time in a bit a hint of the frustration that had been the elf's constant companion in the tunnels beneath Kenabres peeks through, "Were I not handicapped, I could do testing beyond the simple cantrip that I was utilizing to analyze the item but that is not possible."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Sigrit Arkose wrote:

Sigrit also offers general assistance, making herself available in the mornings as a Healer for any in need, and conducting funerary rituals at sunset.

When her clerical services are not called for, she can be found assisting in clearing rubble and repairing buildings. She prefers to work below ground, repairing foundations. She works silently, for the most part, and does not take part in banter or teasing around her. She does speak up, quite sharply, when she thinks someone is about to do something foolish or dangerous. This may not have won her many friends.

Especially in the first week, Sigrit's aid in funeral practices - although given the number of the dead and the size of the tragedy they have opted for burning the remains rather than burial - is greatly appreciated by the overworked and exhausted Jane (a nice and competent older woman who never expected to any kind of responsibilities after she moved into a Shelyn temple following her husband's death).

The crusader's apparently used to harsh language and tongues do not seem offput by the harsher side of Sigrit's personality, but neither do they seek her out for confessions.

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"You see? Your situation has improved immeasurably," Konstantin says in his customary deadpan. He hands over a sticky bun he bought from a local baker. "Here, eat this. I've grown quite fond of them. Perhaps you'll feel the same."

"It has." The still-unnamed woman replies in her customary flat tones. She takes the sticky bun automatically, ripping off a small piece that she pops into her mouth, her eyes widening after a moment and her head tilting to one side. "It is very sweet."

She pulls out a little of the yeasty inner bread, tasting just that, considering.

Konstantin or DC 15 Sense Motive:
Her reaction being on the level of a pleased grin.
Konstantin:
Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten
Quote:
"Then don't worry. Keep your ears open. Do you like a sound? An object? A song? A star? Take your name from that, and then be worthy of the beauty you found."

She nods. A pause, a false start, then looking down at the ground, "When I find something that I want to ..." her right hand moves a little bit in the air. "Will you help me find a word for it that will work as a name?"

Roshan:
Dreams

The woman shakes her head, amusement in her quiet voice. "Nope. Or at least not yet."

In an instant the humor flees her eyes, leaving her face a stern mask, "Tread carefully though, the more questions I can answer the closer you are to the line that once crossed will make you are powerless as I."

Urchins

After about a week, Roshan is either (depressed that only half) or (pleased that about half) of the street kids that he knew managed to survive the initial onslaught to escape into the area east and south of the city. Truly on the positive, all the ones that survived were the ones that were able to flee quickly, so all of them are able to find new niches (although some of those niches do require Roshan's help to acquire) in the repairing and regrowing city.

Arodus 28- Rova 02, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Samirah Basri wrote:

She is, however, in the Inn when the subject of Queen Galfrey comes up. She does her best not to choke on her drink.

"So..." she slides more directly into the conversation. "What brings the Queen out here? I thought Queens mostly spent their time safely in castles, behind many guards?"

One of the scouts - who had been speaking in very low tones with Otani - chokes a little on the fine whiskey the bartender had been using to loosen the man's tongue.

His companion, amused either by Samirah's question or his friend fouling their responsibilities with a loose tongue, just chuckles. "May be true for those Taldane nobles down south," the man says with a hint of pride, "but not our Queen."

"I've heard tell that she was just a slip of a thing, newly orphaned when the Worldwound ripped open just beyond her border, but she's a true warrior. She listens to the advice of generals, but she has had a hand in every campaign into the Worldwound. I've never seen it myself, but I've met men whose fathers rode with her into battle before we were blessed with the wardstones."


Konstantin:
anything under 75 is good: 1d100 ⇒ 10


chavamana wrote:

History Texts (50 gp) x2 <- KON

Tomes on Geography (50 gp) x2 <- MIRIL

When you are in a situation where you can use the books as reference, they grant a +2 situational bonus on history and geography checks respectively. Additionally - for each book you get 1 check or question answered regardless of your skill check.


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LOOT DISTRIBUTION - Gray Garrison

Disputed Claims
cloak of resistance +2 (2000 gp) <- CHANCRE (4721) v MIRIL (5192) v SAMIRAH (3175) <- cloak goes to SAMIRAH

History Texts (50 gp) x2 <- KON
headband of alluring charisma +2 (2000 gp) <- KON
potion of spider climb (150 gp) <- MIRIL
Tomes on Geography (50 gp) x2 <- MIRIL
amulet of natural armor +1 (500 gp) <- MIRIL
Incredibly valuable troop movements and other tactical crusader data which had being assembled by cultists (priceless) <- SAMIRAH
headband of alluring charisma +2 (2000 gp) <- SIGRIT

PREVIOUSLY CLAIMED
+1 breastplate* (675 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 blinding shield* (2085 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 holy arrows (103 gp) x5 <- CHANCRE
cold iron shortsword (160 gp) <- CHANCRE
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- DREA
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- KON
wand of magic missiles [CL 5, 31 charges] (1162 gp) <- KON
+1 adamantine short sword (2505 gp) <- MIRIL
+1 leather armor (580 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron shortswords (160 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron arrows (3 gp) x100 <- MIRIL
silver holy symbols of Desna (12 gp) <- ROSHAN
+1 holy cold iron throwing knives [per shuriken] (103 gp) x5 <- ROSHAN
+1 cold iron scimitar (2165 gp) <- SAMIRAH

GROUP VOTE
+1 evil outsider bane longsword (4157 gp) <- GIFTED TO IRABETH

GROUP ITEMS
antitoxin (25 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) x14
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp) x4
potion of lesser restoration (150 gp) x2
scroll of remove disease (187 gp)
Scroll of restoration (350 gp)

Each PC gets 4,600 gold.

Buying things: You can assume that anything costing 100 gp or less is readily available for purchase, anything that is valued at 1,000 gp and is in the core line of books is available and that anything beyond that up to a maximum of 4,400 gp has a 75% chance of being available for sale. This will be true by the end of the two week game time at least and thus will be true for this purchase period.


Defender's Heart Cont

Samirah Basri wrote:

Samirah smiles, looking further relieved. "Well then, with Aravashnial's blessing... maybe I'll have it made into a necklace," she says, sounding as though she's trying to hide her excitement at more sparkly sparkly things to wear.

She gets Aravashnial's attention if he's close enough, and passes her shard over to him.

The tall elf scrabbles at the object as Samirah gives it to him, his muscles convulsing a bit as the jolt of energy zaps bare flesh. His head cocks to one side curiously. He mutters a few words, rolling the item around in his hand, before swearing and he drops the shard on the table.

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Samirah wrote:
"But that won't always be the case. And in the time you're helping here, they'll come to see it, and it won't matter. It's only been a few days, and it's my understanding that humans don't generally hold grudges the same way some other races do. Their lives end too quickly!" She smiles as though this is very comforting.
One of the nameless tiefling's eyebrows raises and she shrugs slightly.
Konstantin wrote:
"True, but I am not a man who kills without reason. I do not feel this is the place for ethereal philosophy, though. You have spent time with me, and time with your former chieftains. With whom do you feel safer?"

"You'll kill me if I prove untrustworthy or betray you." She says this with no rancor, just simple fact. "Those that used to command me to do things had far longer lists which would lead to my death."


Defender's Heart Continued

Samirah Basri wrote:

"I don't feel anything at all, really." She holds the piece of crystal up to her eye, then a little lower, as if she might touch it to her lips, thinks better of it, and hands the shard over to Konstantin.

"Well, hopefully it's the latter. I've been working very hard on my listening skills the last few days."

"It's good to be careful," she sucks in a little air through her teeth, "Aravashnial would have been one of the best people in the city to check if there was something... negative hiding in the stone." She shrugs. "If there isn't anything evil lurking, even if it is magical they might make lovely jewelry." A mischievous grin, "Most of the time being magical they'd make the bauble you want more valuable."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah smiles softly. "Sure, they would be. But your worth in the world increases with each swing of a hammer, with each drop of sweat that leaves your brow and touches the city. Your 'realistic view' must change as you do." She gestures to the others nearby. "Besides, you're under Konstantin's wing." She smirks at her own joke. "No one would harm you with him watching over you. Or with him in the same city as you."
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"Perhaps," Konstantin says. "Just because one has the right to do something does not mean they will or even that they should."

Our nameless tiefling's indirect attention shifts from Samirah to Konstantin, then her gaze goes down to the ground, and she opens her mouth to speak. Doesn't. Closes her mouth.

Then quickly and very quietly, "Most anyone will do anything that they can do. The ability to do something is the right to do it." She motions towards Samirah with her head, "She has the right of it, they don't because you won't allow it and here and now, you are the one that determines the can and can't." She scuffs the toe of her shoe in the dirt, unwilling or unable to look up at the moment.

Konstantin:
Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten
Quote:
"Someone like you," Konstantin corrects gently. "There is much freedom in choosing one's own name. My name was chosen for me... many, many years ago. Valentina is not to your liking. Would you go back to May?"

She blinks a number of times. Her head turns towards Konstantin, just a little, "I..." Her words fumble out.

Her hands squeeze her knees as if restarting takes a physical effort on her part, "I want to choose." A pause, not so long this time, and starting seems to come a little easier. "I only remember making one choice in my life." She swallows, "And that was choosing to not run up those stairs... I don't know where to start."


Roshan:
Dream Flex
Quote:
Roshan's head tilts slightly, still trying to read the apparition in his dream, "Then I shall look forward to it," he says, and probably means it. "...and what about you? And whoever is with you? It seems to me you could just as easily take our place, no? Who is your group and why do you want to keep it secret?"

Still looking out the window, she shakes her head, "There are things that you aren't told until it is too late." She turns to Roshan, "I can't do anything directly."

"Nothing."

Her fierce tone cuts through the air, phyisically painful to Roshan as the sound rings through his mind. She bites back on more words, closing her eyes. More controlled, quieter, "Two kinds of people can't affect this outcome - those that don't have enough power and those with too much."

Her eyes flick back to the window, "I do everything that I can."

A smile curves her lips, satisfaction gleaming in the dark brown eyes, "And sometimes more than I'm supposed to do."


Arodus 28- Rova 02, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

The rebuilding continues, the final dribbles of the remaining citizens returning to the broken city. The Defender's Heart feels almost empty as the merchants and crusaders move into more permanent lodgings, leaving the large building to the visiting. The mood in the city can't be happy, but it is bolstered by news of reinforcements coming from the south.

About the middle of the week they start to arrive, forward scouts for a strong contingent of crusaders guarding the technical minds and hands needed to finish rebuilding Kenabres's defenses. Rumors about the leader of the small force but no one seems able to confirm anything.

About mid-week a pair of travelers, both men in their late-30s come into the Heart covered in the dust and sweat of travel. One approaches the bar with a friendly smile that doesn't quite touch his eyes, although Otani's gruff smile in return seems genuine. There is a short conversation which just seems to weigh the new man down more and you see Otani point out whichever of you are currently around.

Miril:
You recognize one of the pair as Sosiel Vaenic. Who was the dark-skinned man with a pale shadow who was briefly introduced to the story prior to the fall of the city. Please feel free to ask questions and I will be happy to answer them to the best of Miril's knowledge.

A) Diplomacy DC 20:
You manage to actually get into a decent conversation with some of the forward scouts and after a while (or after a bit too much of Otani's brews) they let slip that Queen Galfrey is actually leading the group coming to Kenabres.


Míril Celegeth wrote:

Group Items:

Scroll of restoration (350 gp) GROUP ITEM?? <== Yes, please
Also, in the "to be sold" pile there are two potions of Cure Light and one Cure Moderate that should be group items.

Will do.

On that note - if at any time you guys decide the group stash is too large, you guys can let me know and group items can be sold for money to split amoung the group


Konstantin:
The Night After the Wardstone is Destroyed
A soft breath out, "I've gone by great many names." A shrug, "A very long time ago my friends called my May," she looks over her shoulder, "I'd prefer to be friends with you and yours."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten
As Konstantin approaches, the woman observes him totally, but only either through lowered lashes or out of the side of her eyes, never actually looking directly at him. And when he settles down next to her, Kon's sensitive ears pick up on the in drawn breath and the tension that makes the thin, wiry muscles in her arms stand out. The breath is only (slowly and quietly) let go when Konstantin starts to talk. "Valentina?" She tries on the name in her mind. Her voice is quiet, "That seems too heroic a name for something like me."

Defender's Heart Continued

Anevia nods in response to Samirah's comment, still pensive in her examination of the small shard.

The right side of her mouth quirks up with Konstantin's comment. She shrugs, "Do you notice any energy when you pick up the piece, Samirah?" Then her heads cocks to one side, her eyes going a little bit rounder, "Or... Do any of you that were there when the wardstone was destroyed notice any energy might be a better test."

She shrugs, "It felt like a warning buzzer to me, like when you are keeping a fire trap from going off and you notice the air temperature ticks up just a few degrees."

"If you don't feel it... either you aren't listening," And with this her eyes brighten a bit, "Or you don't need to be warned off."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

"I have a very realistic view of my worth in the world." The woman says. "And the people here would be well within their rights to treat me far worse than they are."

Sense Motive DC 15:
As she responds, you can tell she is paying attention and focusing on Samirah, but she does so with a head that is ever so slightly bowed, her eyes only watching from the under protective lids.
Perception DC 20:
When the woman mentions other people, she carefully looks around unobtrusively, as if making sure no one is close enough to hear her observations.


Defender's Heart Continued

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah looks surprised at Anevia's reaction. And very briefly, almost too briefly to notice, she looks concerned. "Is there still power in the crystal?"

Just the slightest pause and a look at Samirah, "When I touch it it lets got just a zap, like static electricity." She examines the shard closely, looking at the colors and the weight, "Were you thinking of jewelry or something else?"

Konstantin or Sense Motive DC 20:
Anevia is amazed and curious as to how Samirah wouldn't notice such a zap. Unless of course Samirah doesn't get zapped...

In short there is a long line of curious questions and paths of inquiry that Anevia is going down only in her own head - like an interesting puzzle she wants to figure out.

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Samirah Basri wrote:

At some point during the week, Samirah pops up behind No-Name while she's working.

"Hello!" She says cheerfully. "Did you come up with a name yet?"

The woman blinks twice at the cheerful greeting. A long pause, a shrug. Then she shakes her head.


Samirah Basri wrote:
chavamana wrote:
cloak of resistance +2 (2000 gp)
Claim, if I can trade my cloak +1 for it :)

As a general note as I respond specifically - If you have a special extra built onto a item - I will let it be transferred to an improved item of the same type.

Yes you can claim the new cloak - and your mule enchantment can be transferred. However, the old cloak will still be listed in your loot claims (as it raised your loot claim value). You can sell the old cloak or give it away.


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Defender's Heart Continued

Samirah Basri wrote:

Samirah finds a moment to speak with Anevia amidst all the other conversations going on.

"Irabeth mentioned you might know more about these," she pulls the wardstone crystals out and holds them in the palm of her hand. "I assume they're safe to carry around, and I wasn't sure if anything could be done with them..."

Anevia takes one of the pieces and very quickly drops it with silent intake of breath. She blows on her fingertips and then reaches to pick up the shard again, this time keeping a hold of it. "Interesting."

Roshan:
As the dream fades, the woman reaches out and grabs your wrist. You feel an immense energy barely held back by will and power, just the barest edge of it touches you.

You gain a +2 bonus to Stealth, +5 hit points, Defiant Luck, and a +2 bonus to your Charisma.

Konstantin:
The Night After the Wardstone is Destroyed

You find yourself in a limbo state between vision and lucid dream. A stern woman dressed in full plate stands next to an open window that looks out onto a world broken, scarred and frozen. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes lightening in welcome although her demeanor remains serious. She looks back over the broken terrain, "Thank you."

Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Konstantin wrote:
Konstantin can be seen outside -- often with The Tiefling With No Name in tow -- assisting with the rebuilding.

The woman does the tasks presented to her but with the steady action of a machine rather than a person. The negative reactions of those who realize what she is she seems to handle with ease, but the more positive interactions - something as simple as a joke from the other workers - throws her off-balance. She doesn't stop doing the task, but any hint of personality withdraws into the shell of her mind.

Konstantin:
Keep your head down and don't be noticed seems to be the tiefling woman's primary goal.

At mealtimes she takes what is offered - by the end of the week even offering a very quiet "Thanks" in exchange, but you notice that anything on the plate that will not spoil - bread, cheese, dried meat - is surriptiously placed in a pocket.


Samirah:
Your performances are well received. And Samirah recieves many offers both of a friendly and more salacious mien - rejections are taken well and with smiles.


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LOOT POST - Gray Garrison Above Ground

Masses of Tiefling Guards
studded leather armor (12 gp) x12
shortsword (5 gp each) x12
light crossbow (17 gp each) x12

Peryton (evil flying reindeer) and Demon Flies and Demon Goat
no treasure...

Mostly Destroyed Library
History Texts (50 gp) x2
Tomes on Geography (50 gp) x2
Tactical Manuals (50 gp) x2
Manual of war (3500 gp)

War Room
Scroll of restoration (350 gp) GROUP ITEM??
Incredibly valuable troop movements and other tactical crusader data which had being assembled by cultists (priceless)

Crusader Zombies
Full plate (750 gp) x6
Longsword (7 gp) x6
Heavy Steel Shield (10 gp) x6

Dreadnu (the minotaur)
+1 greataxe (1160 gp)
horn of battle clarity (3000 gp)
collection of six ivory figurines [each figure depicts a nude humanoid woman with disturbing animalistic features] (45 gp each)

Jeslyn
scroll of dispel magic (187 gp) x3
+1 scythe (1159 gp)
amulet of natural armor +1 (500 gp)
cloak of resistance +2 (2000 gp)
headband of alluring charisma +2 (2000 gp)
onyx gems (totaling 350 gp)

PREVIOUSLY CLAIMED
+1 breastplate* (675 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 blinding shield* (2085 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 holy arrows (103 gp) x5 <- CHANCRE
cold iron shortsword (160 gp) <- CHANCRE
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- DREA
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- KON
wand of magic missiles [CL 5, 31 charges] (1162 gp) <- KON
+1 adamantine short sword (2505 gp) <- MIRIL
+1 leather armor (580 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron shortswords (160 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron arrows (3 gp) x100 <- MIRIL
silver holy symbols of Desna (12 gp) <- ROSHAN
+1 holy cold iron throwing knives [per shuriken] (103 gp) x5 <- ROSHAN
+1 cold iron scimitar (4330 gp) <- SAMIRAH

GROUP VOTE
+1 evil outsider bane longsword (4157 gp) <- DREA, KON, MIRIL, ROSHAN, SAMIRAH
*I don't think Chancre noticed that I need a yes or no on this...

To be sold (unless someone claims something later)
rod of cancellation (5500 gp) <--USED TO DESTROY WARDSTONE
wand of daylight [24 charges] (5625 gp)
studded leather armor (12 gp) x6
short sword (5 gp) x6
light crossbow (17 gp) x6
potions of cure light wounds (25 gp) x2
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp)
potion of barkskin (150 gp)
potion of invisibility (150 gp)
potion of spider climb (150 gp)
dagger (1 gp)
portable alchemy kit (37 gp)
three silver holy symbols (two of Iomedae, one of Shelyn) [12 gp each]
cold iron longswords (165 gp) x3
heavy crossbows (25 gp) x2
composite longbow [+2 Str] (150 gp)
masterwork cold iron heavy mace (162 gp)
cold iron longspears (155 gp) x2
cold iron crossbow bolts (3 gp) x50
masterwork chainmail (150 gp)
masterwork heavy steel shield* (85 gp) - *emblazoned with Iomedae’s holy symbol

**Anything not claimed in this go around will be sold back at the Defender's Heart.**

GROUP ITEMS
antitoxin (25 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) x12
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) <- KON
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) <- SAMIRAH
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp) x3
potion of lesser restoration (150 gp) x2
scroll of remove disease (187 gp)

If I missed a use of a group item, please let me know so I can remove it from the group item list.

Buying things: You can assume that anything costing 100 gp or less is readily available for purchase, anything that is valued at 1,000 gp and is in the core line of books is available and that anything beyond that up to a maximum of 4,400 gp has a 75% chance of being available for sale. This will be true by the end of the two week game time at least and thus will be true for this purchase period.


Upstairs in the Garrison

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah laughs, at Irabeth's side to stabilize her, should she need it. "Turtles live for a long time, do they not?" She holds out one of the shards of crystal she picked up off the floor. "Do you think someone back in the city would want to do anything with these?"

Irabeth shrugs, "Anevia would have a better idea of which artisan you should speak to." Irabeth's eyes close for a moment, the lines of her face going grim, as she realizes that is only true if said artisans survived.

Downstairs in the Garrison

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
He turns to Irabeth. "What do the local laws demand we do with her? I will advocate for her -- she treated with us honorably, gave valuable information, and remained loyal even when it seemed the wrong thing to do. If there is to be some form of punishment, I would think that assisting the people of Kenabres in rebuilding would be the best choice, and it is something I hope to devote some time to as well."

Irabeth considers the question seriously, "Understandably Mendev has serious punishments for anyone who aids or gives succor to demons. However, given" the half-orc motions to the tiefling, "has been forthright about her actions and given the honesty and assistance you mentioned, I'd also argue for leniency in her case."

She turns to the woman, "You will have to give your word to follow the laws and tenants of this city. And you will have to alleviate your actions by acting in the benefit of the city and her citizens."

Irabeth turns to Konstantin, "As her sponsor, it would fall to you to ensure her transformation is true and not just an elaborate ruse to gain our trust."

She shrugs, "Or at least this is what I'll argue with Quendys and Jane when we get back to the Heart." She looks back at the tiefling, "Assuming of course, you still want this."

The woman looks at her own blood on her hand, takes few breaths which go down easier than they did before. She nods, "I'm still choosing what seems to be the best way to stay alive."


Arodus 21-27, 4713 - Kenabres Battered but Not Beaten

Over the week following the blast of the holy energy that followed the destruction of the wardstone barrier many of the crusaders and some of the citizens that managed to flee in advance of the demonic horde trickle back into the city. Despite the devastation which broke the city - destroying much of the city and thousands of the inhabitants - the people remain tenacious, hanging onto the values which give them strength.

Anevia and Aravashnial spend most of their time around the Defender's Heart both rehabilitating from their wounds and helping in the best ways they think they can - Anevia making maps of the broken lands to the west of Kenabres to aid the less experience scouts checking for a return of the demons and Aravashnial advising about the weakness of those demons and planning with Quendys to rebuild the Blackwing. Irabeth for her part is gone most of the day coordinating defense and reintegrating defenders as they trickle back into the city, but works hard to make her evening responsibilities center at the Heart.

As the week progresses occupancy at the Defender's Heart reduces as the still standing buildings have people move back into them and the walls of the city start being repaired.


Roshan:
"We are all concerned. "

"You are all our last chance..." she shakes her head. "I am just here to say good job so far." She looks over her shoulder, the slightest hint of a smile tweaking up the lips on the otherwise stern but lovely face.

"And that you have a hell of a job to look forward to."


Upstairs in the Garrison

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah smiles warmly as she sees Irabeth wake. "It looked like you needed the rest."
A low sound deep in the armor that may be a chuckle, followed by a far more audible groan as Irabeth ratchets herself slowly back into a standing position. "I love my armor in a fight but the turtle effect if you do fall is never fun." She stills, "Better than the alternative."
Roshan:
Quote:
Roshan stops, head cocks, he blinks. "Do I know you?" he mouths, then adds, "and...where am I?"

A small huff of air, "What are you going to do when a battle relies on a shouted order? Or the life of an ally on a quick warning?"

Her back to you doesn't seem to hinder her own ability to understand, however, "You are in the Defender's Heart, just were you were when you slept. A friend is helping me visit." She puts a hand up to the open window and the view changes to the ruined skyline of Kenabres.

"You all did well." A slightly bitter chuckles, "Appearances aside... you did well."

Downstairs in the GarrisonDownstairs in the Garrison
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:

Konstantin goes to the prisoner, and sternly looks at the wound. He lays on hand with the scale assuming that was one of the abilities that was refreshed when we were hit with the Kundalini Express.

"I take it they awoke," he says. "You would not have been wrong to flee to us. I admit I am somewhat surprised you didn't join them."

Indeed those too were renewed.

Her color gets a little better as the wounds close up, she bares her teeth - someone really kind might term it a smile - "I considered it." She snorts, "But even if they didn't already look ready to kill me, someone else would have." She looks at the bodies, eyes eerily emotionless, "I have this feeling that if I'd gone back on my word I'd be just as dead." The blank eyes watching the dead bodies.

Samirah Basri wrote:
She nods in agreement with Konstantin's comment. "And I take it no one was interested in defecting." She toes one of the corpses with the tip of her boot.

"I didn't ask." The same affectless tone that marks the unnamed woman's speech, "I'd just decided that re-changing sides would be a poor life choice and taken two steps towards the stairs when the world exploded."

Her forehead furrows and she blinks twice.

Kenabres After the Fall - Defender's Heart

Both whiskey and Irriseni coffin-varnish are supplied quickly and in quantity as well as mead, food and just about anything that anyone thinks you ask for. The food features the smoked ribs of the large amphibian which had been provided to Otani. The bartender for his part seems to have lost the frenetic energy that had been driving over the last few days when his tavern was the last bastion of the city.

Irabeth and Anevia join the table for food and drink a bit after the group settles in, Irabeth publicly out of her heavy, gold-tinged armor for the first time since you met the half-orc. Aravashnial, his color far better, and the angry burns that took his eyes looking like they have started to heal, asks (after asking a number of clarifying details primarily centered on figuring out exactly what kind of demons you had combated int he garrison), "So the backlash of arcane and divine energy that had powered the wardstones for almost a century did not kill the woman who set the babau on you?"

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