Here is your chance to RP during our 'off' time.
If there is anything else you wanted to RP while in town you can do it here.
Sam also checks on Anevia and the blind elf after they get Hargus' situation remedied. Clinging onto the slim hope that the surly man was smart enough to make arrangements in case of his untimely demise. Which also made them realize just how little they knew about him or their injured companions. The gunslinger decided to try to amend that, starting with the friendliest of them.
Sam fingers the silver symbol of Desna hanging from their neck as they approach, putting on a reassuring smile. "So...err...since we've got time enough to talk, I was just curious and all about you. Ah...you born in the city? Got any family here?"
"No Sam, I wasn't born here. I spent my early years on the streets of Nisroch. My mother worked for a gang of outlaw artists and thieves and I too joined there rank. That all changed when I was 12 the Silent Shroud (Nisroch's ruthless lawkeepers) attacked the guild. I manged to escape but I never saw my mother again. Now my only family is my wife. Oh gods, I pray she is still safe."
Anevia chokes back a sob, refusing to let herself even contemplate what may have happened on the surface. "Shes I all have. I don't... No, shes alright. She has to be."
The gunslinger blinks, obviously not having expect such an information dump there. "Uh. Right. I got to say, wasn't expecting you to be that open, but...yeah. Yeah, I bet your wife's completely fine, and I'm just going to gloss over the fact you're married to a woman and join you in the camaraderie of being part of the wrong side of the law in our youth."[/b]
Sam sits by the wounded woman and takes a sip of water from their skin. "Until...I guess a year, maybe two years ago? I was working with a band of bandits, raiding caravans and traveling merchants - I mean, we weren't ruthless bastards or nothing, we let people go so long as they didn't put up a fight. Still kind of...well, okay, really rotten. Damn," They mutter. "Looking back on it, can't say why I actually liked being there. No baths, everyone stank like crap, and I had to watch myself in case they found out...well, stuff."
"Anyways, long story short, Sir Enoch and his crew were guarding a caravan we tried to raid, they kicked our asses, I got starstruck and pledged myself to him and we ended up here." Sam finishes the tale, sighing quietly. "...So, tell me a little bit more - what's your wife like? Is she nice? Easy on the eyes? I bet that she's some kind of priestess, or a nurse."
"She's no priestess, shes a battle hardened paladin of Iomedae. Shes... complicated. Irabeth, saved my life when people from my past finally caught up to me. Like you I pledged my skills to her, though she refused my service she welcomed my company. After a few year we fell in love, and were married in Kenabras. She's continued her work with the Eagle Watch and I've helped where I can. "
Anevia looks a bit uneasy but she continues. "I don't think many humans would find her to be the most attractive person. She isn't a full human you see. Though she dose have a certain presence about her. Inspiring you might say. "
"Huh. Not full human and not many who'd find her attractive - so, half-orc?" Sam takes a guess. "I'm not one to judge. People love who they love, no matter who they are or what they look like. Sir Enoch, he was a knight of Abadar. If he had actual divine power, I don't know. But he was definitely...charismatic."
Sam flushes a bit, looking around the cavern. "Ah, well, anyways...I'll be sure to bring you to her. If she's smart, she'd group together with the other knights, right?"
"Oh I would count on it. Shes probably leading a group like this one against the demons, or one the battle all on her own!"
Anevia, do you think the Eagle Watch may have survived all this? Maybe we could find them an join forces Haroon says with a glimmer of hope.
When Aravshnial seems interested in the Tower of Estrod, Haroon takes a moment to speak with him about it. What is the Tower of Estrod? A watch post of some sort?
"I've got one place I want to get to," Sam comments to Haroon. "Before we go and see if we can find someone who might be able to bring Hargus back. Probably mostly with the rest of the surviving resistance...anyways, its back there," They say, pointing towards the ruined plaza where the cathedral once stood.
"I guess it'll take...a couple of hours. It's just something that I have to do. If nobody else wants to go, I'll understand."
Haroon nods, We wouldn't have gotten very far without sticking together, so there's no reason to split up now. What is it you need to do, Sam? Haroon stays silent on the matter of Hargus. Raising the dead is no simple matter, if there's even anyone left here who could do it, he thinks to himself. I wonder why Sam feels so beholden to Hargus. Maybe they knew each other before the attack on Kenabres.
"My...I need to just confirm something," Sam says. "I won't take longer than an hour or so, I promise. I probably won't find anything at all, but I'd hate myself if I didn't at least look." To see if Enoch's body was there, or his shield, or any other token of his that she could use as a confirmation that he'd died and what they'd seen hadn't been a delusion but the truth.
Still, just a tiny, tiny part of the equally tiny gunslinger hoped she had been seeing things, that he hadn't been slain, that the Abadarian paladin was still alive and in the city.
Taking the time to survey the city, Anevia looks kindly to the young former squire, felling like she, that some things must been seen for themselves before you can truly believe what has happened. "Sam, the cathedral will surely be the center of the devastation, if not for falling beneath the city I doubt any of us would have survived. I promise we'll get there but we need to find the people who are still alive first. They need us more than the dead..."
Her voice trembles at the last word, clearly worried that her spouse met a simmilar fate as to Sam's paladin.
"The dead have needs as well," Sam replies, glancing at Hargus' shroud. "But sometimes, miracles happen right? I guess I'm just praying for one right now. I want to believe that he's alive."
My father disappeared beyond the wardstones into the Worldwound more than a month ago. I'm not sure if he's alive or dead either... Haroon looks down, and then back up at Sam. I hope we find your Sir Enoch. A miracle wouldn't go amiss right about now.