Out in the training grounds . . .


Grand Lodge

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The Exchange

Seeing the two on the other side of the grounds, he notices the tiefling woman change into a medium-sized dragon. "Incredible..."
Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
He notes that she looks exactly like a black dragon of that size. "She is clearly more muscular though... Maybe...!" He leaves the standing dummies smoldering there and makes his way over to the others.

When he gets there, he is quiet, looking over the dragon creature. "Interesting... Such an increase in strength and yet so compact."

Liberty's Edge

"Oh!" Remus exclaims, taking in the sight of Mea becoming a black dragon before his eyes. "Uh...I suppose I'd be able to direct you to turn instantly in a charge, but it wouldn't really help in the long run, as you'd consistently need a well-trained small cavalier in order to make use of that ability."

Grand Lodge

Mea taps her back with her tail, looks at Remus expectantly, and points herself at a training dummy.

Liberty's Edge

"I suppose there's no convincing her otherwise, this will certainly be one of the weirder things to try to explain..." Remus thinks to himself as he rest his brow in his fingers. With a sigh of defeat he hops off of Grolf and heads to a nearby shed, procuring one of the dustiest and oddest looking saddles from within. "Sheesh, I'm amazed that this is actually here, I thought Dad was making stuff up." Remus mutters, carrying the saddle over to Mea.

"I'll need to strap this on to your back first, as I really don't think it'd be safe for me to try to ride you bareback..." Remus states before sighing in mild irritation. "Please let no Calistrian's have heard that, I really don't need that sort of conversation..."

"If...would you please lower your stance so I can reach, please?" Remus asks, holding the exotic saddle in a way that would make placing it on Mea's back easiest.

Grand Lodge

Mea assists with getting the saddle on and points herself again at a training dummy. "READY?"

The Exchange

*Cough* The Half-Elf Covers his mouth when he hears that line from the halfling.

He walks over to the halfling wondering what he is attempting with a dusty saddle. He coughs one last time to notify his presence. "Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude, but I must say that this is an interesting turn of events."

Liberty's Edge

After finishing off the straps, Remus nods before climbing on to the saddle.

"Ok, yeah, I think I'm set." Remus says, waving for Grolf to come over, and Remus retrieves his lance. "Now, I tend to give Grolf physical cues in combat, but as the two of us have been training together for over a decade, I'm going to stick to verbal cues, save for when we're to do the wheeling charge. That you will know when I want you to turn, as you should feel it." Remus explains, lowering his visor and lifting his lance and shield.

"Alright, if you got it, break for a forward charge, I'll make sure to give you the cue when to turn." Remus instructs, bracing himself mentally for what's about to happen.

Remus has made use of his Authoratative Command Ability, providing Mea and himself a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, and saving throws and to Armor Class for 1 round. This is provided Mea follows his instructions

Remus hasn't noticed Varis due to being a little too focused on not angering Mea in anyway, (also I didn't see your post until after posting the initial version of this post, and don't know how to alter it accordingly)

Grand Lodge

Mea grins at the onlooking elf and says "Watch this!" as she gallops forward, bearing down on a hapless training dummy

Liberty's Edge

"Alrighty." Remus says to himself, getting a feel for the ebb and flow of Mea's movements as she charges forward. Remus spots an untouched dummy coming up on his right and at the last second he plants his heel firmly in Mea's side, indicating with some force to bend around the heel. "Now or never Venture Captain." Remus thinks, his lance pointed outwards beyond Mea's horns.

Silver Crusade

"Come Panzershreck, lets go train on the grounds." Says a mountain of a Kellid man, clad in scalemail armor and resting a greatsword over his shoulder. Beside him, a Mammoth, clearly still in its youth, trumpets enthusiastically in response.

The two make their way onto the grounds, only to immediately scramble to the side as a halfling on the back of dragon charges by.

"Wow, look Panzer, a real live dragon! But, isn't that Remus on it's back? Maybe it's another Pafinder?" Blüdhaus exclaims excitedly, watching as the pair rush across the grounds bearing down on a training dummy. Panzer trumpets somewhat surprisedly, wary of the great black beast, and perhaps not possessing as much enthusiasm as his friend.

Grand Lodge

"ACK!" Mea lurches around in surprise, as if she'd already forgotten the purpose of this venture. She manages the turn, if clumsily, and careens into the training dummy with an outstretched claw and a brief cry of rage. If the dummy is still there after Remus is done with it, she'll take care of the remains.

The Exchange

.... The Half-Elf watches as the two head towards the dummy, and trample over it sideways. Oh geeze.... I wonder if they know that a creature needs to be trained to be used in mounted combat, or at least to be a mount...

He walks slowly over to the dragon in a slight rage. He speaks loudly, but in a calm tone. "Looks like she is not trained to be a mount? Are you both alright?"

Liberty's Edge

Varis, you replied too early...

Ride Check: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Damage Roll: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) + 6 = 13

Despite Mea's surprise and knee-jerk reaction, as well as the unfamiliar ride, Remus is able to stay in the saddle and strike the dummy, though not as powerfully as he had prior.

"Careful Mea, you need to stay focused on the task at hand!" Remus cries out as Mea closes to polish off the dummy.

Grand Lodge

Attack + charge + Command: 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 29 + 2 + 1 = 52
Damage + Command: 1d6 + 42 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 42 + 1 = 45

The dummy becomes a spray of hay and splinters that litter the training ground. Mea skids to a stop and turns to examine the field. "That worked! Good job! I gotta practice that more so I can do it myself. Thanks!"

Liberty's Edge

"Eh, I'd say its still a work in progress. You need to be more fluid in your movements, that was too rigid and sudden. We could've easily bailed on that." Remus replies, brushing hay from his visor before raising it. "Still, if there's a combat style that'll allow you to do that without a rider, it'll certainly cause some chaos for your enemies."

"D'you want to try again, get the timing down and such?" Remus inquires, before finally noticing the elf.

"Yeah, we're ok. A less experienced rider would've lost control and been thrown off to be certain. And of course she's not to trained as a mount, what an odd prospect for a..." Remus pauses in mid-reply, not actually certain how to finish, "...uh...Tiefling that can become a dragon...? Anyways, odd prospect for her to be."

The Exchange

"I'll say." The Half-Elf tilts his head, examining the situation. "Though I will say that her.... Transformation into a dragon looks like a bit more powerful form of an mutagen I am working on. Though nothing as grand as that." He refers the dragon in question. "Excuse me, Miss not Dragon, Dragon... How did you become like..... That?"

Dark Archive

"Might be a version of a form of the dragon spell, at a guess."

Marcellus, known as an assistant instructor for the Swords in his off time, approaches with a nod to the rider and mount. He's carrying an exotic form of polearm, and wearing rather fancy clothing for the training ground.

"Though, someone as advanced as the Venture Captain, here, might have ways to do it without spells. I'd hate to speculate too much."

He moves to examine the pitiful remains of the training dummy, and scuffs a piece of cloth with his boot. "As you learn more about dragons, Captain Mea, you might learn how to do that kind of thing while flying. But, watch out for opponents waiting for your arrival!" He offers a comradely grin to the dragon.

The Exchange

The Half-Elf seems slightly startled by the recent arrival. "Ah. Oh, yes. Oh!" He seems to go deep into thought and then frowns. "Such a means is still far above what I know." He looks towards the human then back at the Dragon. Why does he call her a.... Oh! She's a Venture Captain!... Talk about odd choice of words earlier for that Halfling.

Grand Lodge

Mea nods to Remus when he suggests trying again, but quickly becomes distracted by the others gathering around. "I can do this cuz I wanted to be a dragon when I grew up. So I am! Not all the time, but for a little while every day. It's not a spell, I don't do it like when I wanna be a mirror or a hero. I can't show you now cuz I haven't figgered out how to be a wizard at the same time I'm a dragon. But I can fly, and that's fun! But I'm not very good at it. So what's a moot-again? Does it make you stronger? I might have to learn that too, and be the even strongerest wizard in the society!"

The Exchange

The Half-Elf tilts his head to the side before straightening up and sticking a finger pointed upwards. "It is a mutagen. MU-TA-GEN. Mutagen. It is a alchemical... Elixer that allows an Alchemist to change into a more powerful form. Though if anyone other than the Alchemist drinks it, it simply makes them sick." He takes a deep breath and continues. "Mutagen takes many different forms. Regular mutagen gives a boost to a physical attribute, while dulling a mental one. Most are like that. There's Feral, which I use. And others." He shakes his hand a bit and continues. "There are others that improve the mind, or mental abilities, at the cost of physical ones. But as I said, there are-" He looks around for a few seconds before blinking his eyes a few times and sighs.

"Sorry. I tend to get into it when people ask about it, or any alchemical item."

Grand Lodge

Mea blinks at him a few times. "So it makes you stronger? Neat! How'd you learn it?"

The Exchange

"You have to be an alchemist, or one of those fighters that manage to make it themselves and take it like steroids." The Half-Elf shrugs.

Grand Lodge

"Well I gotta practice when I'm still a dragon!"

Mea turns and starts loping off towards another practice dummy

Liberty's Edge

Remus keeps himself out of the conversation between Varis and Mea, largely due to having nothing to contribute.

"Woah!" Remus exclaims as Mea begins to proceed towards another dummy without much warning. Remus manage to cling on, his training with riding Grolf without the use of reins paying off.

"Alright. Just hold up a second. You need to exhibit more patience and focus, you're way to easily distracted and flighty. If you want this to help you to master a combat style, you need to work in tand- together with me. And that means keeping focused." Remus lectures, clearly showing that his patience is starting to wear thin. "Now, let's try this again. When I jab my heel into your side you need to bend around it, this will line you up with the target, allowing you to turn fluidly and maintain balance and speed. Understand?"

Authoritative Command is active for this charge (unlimited ability that last one turn and requires a move action, I think its pretty useful for a cavalier).

Grand Lodge

Mea slows down a bit while she nods and says "Kay." She starts to scan the surrounding dummies and soon picks one and points to it. "That one!" She takes a few steps towards it before stopping, turning about 60 degrees from it, and taking off at full speed.

Liberty's Edge

Remus nods in affirmation, lowering his visor again, and raising his lance and shield. As they come to the point of the turn, Remus sharply jabs his heel in Mea's side.

"Alright Mea, if this don't work, then we have to work with that time tested saying." Remus thinks to himself as he readies his body to anticipate Mea's movements.

Grand Lodge

Mea turns in the direction Remus prods her, still a bit rough but smoother than the previous attempt. She ends up pointed towards a completely different training dummy than the one she'd specified earlier.

Sczarni

This isnt something you see everyday. Pathfinder's cooperating in mounted teamwork combat.

Its so mesmerizing, I cant help but watch...

The Exchange

Varis puts a hand on his head as he watches them charge at another dummy. "Oh dear. It is like watching a large boulder going into a ravine filled with cattle. You know what is going to happen, but you can't turn away."

Liberty's Edge

Ride Check: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Remus keeps his positioning in the saddle with minimal difficulty, and keeps his lance level with the target as Mea charges at a different target. "Getting there..."

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 4 + 1 = 19
Damage: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) + 6 = 14

The lance hits its mark with little difficulty and seems to penetrate an inch of the dummy's head. Remus clenches his brow, preparing for the devastating that's mere miliseconds away.

Grand Lodge

"Boom!"
attack+charge+command: 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 29 + 2 + 1 = 51
damage+command: 1d6 + 43 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 43 + 1 = 45

Mea drives a claw into and through the dummy, causing another explosion of wood and straw that the pair emerge through on the other side. She slows to a stop, and says "I think I'm starting to-!"

Her form starts to shift again and within seconds she's back to humanoid form, with the saddle now tight across her shoulders.

"Oh! Gah!"

The Exchange

Seeing the dragon change back into a Teifling, Varis does a face palm. Well.... That is awkward. He hustles over to them. "That.... Looks painful. Do you need assistance?"

Liberty's Edge

Remus gleams proudly as Mea obliterates the dummy, proud that she had gotten the hang of the turn. As her form shifts, Remus quickly attempts to jump off.

Ride (Fast Dismount): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

Landing safely on his feet Remus sighs in relief, and sets his shield and lance on the ground.

"Here, let me help you with that, its rather valuable and I'd rather not tell father that it was destroyed." Remus offers, already pulling a strap free.

Grand Lodge

Mea shrugs off the saddle and lays it on the ground. "Thanks, that was fun! I need to practice some more now but I think I got it. But now I know how to do it before I go try out to teach at the arca..arnacamir...the wizard school tomorrow!"

The Exchange

"The Arcanamirium?" Varis tilts his head after he speaks. The Arcanamirium!? How can... But... Even though she is a Venture Captain, she seems to be of the mind of a child! How can she be a teacher!

Varis sighs and shakes his head. "Well then. May you enjoy teaching your students."

Grand Lodge

"Yeah there! Oh I don't have any yet, we're just going there and maybe they'll want me to teach? I have a lot of books! I just have my familiar I teach now, he's a funny little rat."

Grand Lodge

"Well, dependin' on how ye teach, I could learn meself a few things from yea," call out a hairless dwarf. Covered in burned scar tissue, it seems that this dwarf has seen better days. Dressed in a fine black monk's robe with a finely fitted chain shirt, layered with a black jacket that has protrusions from its collar, it seems that his fashion seemed a bit dark. Mismatched gauntlets, one looking of silver, while the other looked as if it were living vines adorned his hands, while at his belt hung a blacker than night warhammer and a dull grey axe.

"Aye, been a while since I been back. Decided that it be time I mayhaps learn some clerical ways for Gorum, but found huntin' down heretics be more me style. Heard of somethin' that could help with that when at Lastwall, so I came and checked on me farm before comin' back 'ere," he chuckled.

Grand Lodge

On a currently sunny day the sound of glass breaking and loud explosions can be heard thought out the training grounds that day.

Over at the target range is a kneeling short, golden skinned human that wears a worn out soldier uniform who is about to load a new bullet into his musket. Beside him lie 4 horns and a opened pouch full of lead bullets. He takes aim for another shot toward the glass and clay jars 40 feet down at the target range.
(knowledge local DC 25(chars from Gab, Nex, or Mana waste DC 15))

for the Soldier uniform:
Alkenstar Military uniform

Liberty's Edge

Kobad wrote:

On a currently sunny day the sound of glass breaking and loud explosions can be heard thought out the training grounds that day.

Over at the target range is a kneeling short, golden skinned human that wears a worn out soldier uniform who is about to load a new bullet into his musket. Beside him lie 4 horns and a opened pouch full of lead bullets. He takes aim for another shot toward the glass and clay jars 40 feet down at the target range.
(knowledge local DC 25(chars from Gab, Nex, or Mana waste DC 15))** spoiler omitted **

A small, fuzzy gray fox wearing a pink ribbon that reads "This end towards enemy" with a bottle of brandy in his jaws and puts it at the gunmans feet. The brandy is labled in common and tien as "Elixir of Fox Comprehension"

Dark Archive

With a little down time, Eryzule, A priest from the Calistrian Pleasure Saloon in Absalom, Wanders into the training grounds.

He wore simplistic black robes and a matching cloak that stretched over his head. He was pale, even by elven standards, with black hair that seemed to be messy despite being recently washed. His eyes were deep blue which shimmered lightly as they shifted, taking in the area.

Once his eyes fell on the solider seemingly using some kind of hand cannon, Ery's head tilted on approach.

"Well now. I was informed that the place was empty over the last few months. But to see someone still using the grounds for something other than drinki- Wait..."

Looking toward the soldier's feet, Ery raised a brow to the suddenly noticed fox.
"That...that is adorable. Your fox's bow surely wont lead anyone astray with what end is used for attacking."
The lanky elf laughed lightly, shaking his head.
"And it seems he has a beverage of sorts too. Well, light drinking and practice should be expected I suppose."

The elf clearly didn't see the label.
Though I appreciate the craftiness of that sneaky drink.

"Anyway, How goes it solider?"

Grand Lodge

The riflman swifts his gaze from the targets over at the small fox then at the brandy
"Hmm... what is this little feller?" the man said while taking up the brandy.
As he is holding the brandy for a bit, he questions it looking at the gray fox.
"I have been using the grounds for throwing some rounds around and well I do like some drinking but this is an´t my fox and my bottle"
the Human looks up at the priest.
"You are?" he looks around for the fox´s onwer

as he is looking around you can see the soldier looks tired and maybe looks older then his actuel age with two bandoleers filled with alchimecal flasks and a service medal on his chest, with black hair and golden skin

Sovereign Court

A half-Elven woman with pink hair and a flamboyant red-and-orange uniform steps onto the court. Carrying herself with both poise and purpose, she notices the group. She wields an adamantine Elven branched spear in her hands, and has a mongoose perched atop her shoulder.

Knowledge local DC 15:
The woman matches the description of 'Venture Sovreign: the Elven Spear" a vigilante who has been purging the foreign quarter of crime and corruption as of late

If she recognizes the uniform she makes no indication as such and instead greets the 'two' men in the court.

"Greetings. I see the practice court is not empty for once. That is good, I had feared the pathfinders were loosing their martial edge. Mind if I get some practice in?"

She then unhooks here spear from her back and twirls it around in an impressive dislplay of finesse and lethal grace, a feat to be sure considering the size of the weapon, before waiting for a response.

Grand Lodge

The Soldier looks over at the Half-elf
Knowledge local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

lifts an eyebrow at her and says "hey an´t you that girl who has been making trouble in the foreign quarters of lately?...

he swings the musket over his shoulder so he better can open the brandy .

"is this your fox?..." points at the gray fox next to him as he is about to drink the brandy.
"Also you welcome to practice as it seems to be only us three here and I mainly using the target range"

Sovereign Court

"Oh, I wouldn't say causing trouble. I try to fix trouble actually, take down corrupt guards taking bribes and the like. But that is neither here nor there.

Fox? No, I only have one small furry friend, and this is he." she says, indicating the Mongoose on her shoulder.

She gets to work on one of the target dummies, displaying a unique fighting style that involves whipping her spear around in odd-yet lethal-angles. It seems quite effective.

Elven Spear has the 'Lethal grace' talent, allowing her to add half her level to damage if she uses dex to hit but strength to damage.

Sczarni

Telessar breaks his fascination with Dragon borne Pathfinders. He smiles to all the new comers in the field, then returns to "shadow boxing"

Dark Archive

Kobad wrote:

"I have been using the grounds for throwing some rounds around and well I do like some drinking but this is an´t my fox and my bottle"

the Human looks up at the priest.
"You are?" he looks around for the fox´s onwer

as he is looking around you can see the soldier looks tired and maybe looks older then his actuel age with two bandoleers filled with alchimecal flasks and a service medal on his chest, with black hair and golden skin

"Apologies: My name is Eryzule, Lord of Tea."

The elf laughs lightly as he rubs the side of his neck. He looks to the fox with a shrug, uncertain of what to say on the matter further.
Knw. Local DC 15:
Ery is a recently ordained priest of Calistria station in the Pleasure Saloon.

He turns as the half-elven woman approaches.

Elven Spear wrote:

"Greetings. I see the practice court is not empty for once. That is good, I had feared the pathfinders were loosing their martial edge. Mind if I get some practice in?"

She then unhooks here spear from her back and twirls it around in an impressive dislplay of finesse and lethal grace, a feat to be sure considering the size of the weapon, before waiting for a response.

Watching her display of lethal grace, Ery nodded slowly, not wanting to provoke someone with martial perfection in their agility.

"Well, I'm no combatant. But I would try my hand for nothing more then humor's sake."

Ery took a deep breath and held out his hand. A wild group of leafy vines slithered from the sleeve of his robes and gathered near his open palm. they stretched toward the ground and weaved upward into a point forming a very verdant long spear. Gripping the spear in hand, he twirls the spear slowly, but within standard practice.

"I wont lie, I'm terrible at melee combat...Well, any combat in truth. But I'll welcome the change of pace. How do we do this?"

Liberty's Edge

Snorts and darts in between the Lord of tea's legs , nipping at his ankles a little bit. A more martially inclined participant might notice that he's actually improving the elf's stance

Dark Archive

"Wha- Hey! Watch your- WHy!?"

The elf does end up in a better stance Though he is unaware of it.

"Damn fox anyway." he sighs.

Grand Lodge

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Elven wrote wrote:
"Oh, I wouldn't say causing trouble. I try to fix trouble actually, take down corrupt guards taking bribes and the like. But that is neither here nor there.

gives the half-elf a guick glance then shrugs "well what floats your boat...

Ery wrote wrote:

"Apologies: My name is Eryzule, Lord of Tea."

The elf laughs lightly as he rubs the side of his neck. He looks to the fox with a shrug, uncertain of what to say on the matter further.

The soldier looks at the fox fiddling around between the elf´s legs while talking to the elf

"Glad to meet you Eryzule, I´m Kobad I am pretty new here so it seems you have been around a bit. What can you tell me about the training grounds if I may ask?"
he looks at the elf with his tired look

Grr wrote wrote:
A small, fuzzy gray fox wearing a pink ribbon that reads "This end towards enemy" with a bottle of brandy in his jaws and puts it at the gunmans feet. The brandy is labled in common and tien as "Elixir of Fox Comprehension"

The soldier throws the empty "Elixir of Fox Comprehension" bottle next the pouch of bullets

Sovereign Court

Eryzule, Lord of Tea wrote:


"Apologies: My name is Eryzule, Lord of Tea."
The elf laughs lightly as he rubs the side of his neck. He looks to the fox with a shrug, uncertain of what to say on the matter further.
** spoiler omitted **

He turns as the half-elven woman approaches.

Watching her display of lethal grace, Ery nodded slowly, not wanting to provoke someone with martial perfection in their agility.
"Well, I'm no combatant. But I would try my hand for nothing more then humor's sake."

Ery took a deep breath and held out his hand. A wild group of leafy vines slithered from the sleeve of his robes and gathered near his open palm. they stretched toward the ground and weaved upward into a point forming a very verdant long spear. Gripping the spear in hand, he twirls the spear slowly, but within standard practice.

"I wont lie, I'm terrible at melee combat...Well, any combat in truth. But I'll welcome the change of pace. How do we do this?"

The half-elf raises an eyebrow. "Lord of Tea you say. I . . . I have an acquaintance that might be interested in your services. Do you have a good selection?" She pauses for a second and shakes her head.

"Another time, Another time. I am honored you wish to spar, but if you are looking to become more well-versed in spear combat, it might be a bit more beneficial to run you through a few kata.

My name is the Elven Spear, by the way. A pleasure."

She goes and stands adjacent to Eryzule with her spear pointed the same way, and begins instructing him on the basics of using a spear in combat.

Take Ten Diplomacy=18 for instruction.

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