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The soldier throws the empty "Elixir of Fox Comprehension" bottle next the pouch of bullets
The fox rumbles in a deep gravely voice that everyone can understand perfectly.
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Looks at the fox then up at the priest
"Eryzule the fox says you need to space out your feet when you only have two so you can better fight"then the soldier takes out his musket again and kneels down looking down the target range.
"I do not understand people's fascination with those things. You may as well walk into the dungeon ringing a dinner-bell and covered in Gravy"
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Following instruction of spear combat goes well enough for someone who lacked much in the way of physical strength. Eryzule followed the best he could but tired after a short time. His spear simply flaking away like that of autumn leaves.
With a bit of breathy voice: "Well...combat with spears...not my forte..." He laughed before looking back to Kobad.
He paused, recalling what he had asked earlier.
"I found myself bored recently and wanted to see the grounds for myself. This is my first time here...you, the fox and Elven Spear, are my first folks met... Oh and the gent shadow boxing over there."
Looking back to Elven Spear, Ery gave a humbling bow. "I appreciate the session. I hope I'll have the chance to see you in combat on the field one day."
Adjusting his posture, the elf adjusted his robes, "Now then... The fox is talking...and I'm not on any drugs. Which means he's intelligent and a bastard."
Ery raised a brow at the fox.
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Elven Spear takes a look over her shoulder at the Fox and raises an eyebrow.
"I suppose that's true. Frankly I've given up on being surprised anymore. There are a great many different, wondrous, and strange pathfinders out there."
She straightens herself up and twirls her spear around.
"And don't worry about it. To be honest I'm not the best fighter either. I've seen barbarians and even Grippli that are far better than I when it comes to knock-down drag-out brawls. I usually have to rely on spells to see me though the tougher battles. Anyway, I'm sure you are valuable in your own way. The pathfinder society rarely accepts those who aren't. Just, try to remember that you may need to spear things one of these days in a pinch."
She pauses for a moment before taking a small bit of parchment out of her pack and writing a note. "And if you are indeed the 'master of tea.' I think I know of someone who would like to sample, or buy, some of your wares. Here is how to find her."
She hands the note to Ery and then returns to her training dummy to start practicing again. She mostly hits with her spear, but occasionally gets in close to deliver a solid blow with her spiked gauntlet.
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Adjusting his posture, the elf adjusted his robes, "Now then... The fox is talking...and I'm not on any drugs. Which means he's intelligent and a bastard."
You probably didn't know a fox could smirk.
"My parents were married in the temple of Abadar in Opara, Thank you. And you need more practice. you're not going to have to fight for your life when you're fresh out of bed, your belly is full, and you've had a full nights worth of sleep. no, You're going to have to fight for your life when you're tired, hungry, and exhausted from trudging through muck. When you limbs have turned to water THEN the battle will begin... you almost look ready to start... SPEAR UP!
The fox's fur grows spikey along his back, a black pattern forming the mountain ridge oddly reminiscent of gorums holy symbol.
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Ery takes the note, looking Elven over with a raised abrow and smirk.
"I am the Lord of Tea. I'd enjoy meeting another enthusiast."
He has no idea that this could be more than a simple meeting between Tea lovers.
"Well, I appreciate the thought at the very least." He chuckles, tucking away the note into his person.
"And anyone can find me at the Pleasure Saloon...unless the society has thrust me into a mission."
The Fox began speaking, causing him to stare coldly. Once he finished, Ery shook his head.
"Ah, Gorum... You, you sir are a mighty...thing. And I yield to your martial prowess...for now."
Ery took a bow before the fox.
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"DON"T bow! You're exposing your head,, neck, four other vital organs and putting yourself off balance! And a warrior does not yeild to a greater force. You FIGHT against it until you cannot stand. THAT is how you get stronger. "
Grr is absolutely clueless as to the subtle mating signals of the bipeds, finding it horribly inconvenient that they don't have a mating season to get it over with already.
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A 8'2 tall male centaur enters the court. His black hair, which covers his pointy ears, is slightly moving by the breeze and his dark turquoise eyes are scanning the court. He's carrying a leathery bundle on his lower back. His light tanned skin and his bronze buckskin fur are glistening because of a bath that he took earlier. He walks over to one of the trees that are located on the court. The steps of his hoofs are muffled by the earth floor. At the tree, he puts the bundle he's carrying down on the floor and opens it. Inside of it, there is a leather armor/barding combination [Masterwork] and a Composite Longbow with a quiver which contains 20 arrows.
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I'll keep that in mind."
The elf laughed, shaking his head at the odd fox. "For now I am done with martial training. Not really something I care for, in truth."
Ery's eye shift to the centaur.
"Master fox, I do believe he may serve as a better student." Ery said motioning with a nod toward the new arrival.
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"DON"T bow! You're exposing your head,, neck, four other vital organs and putting yourself off balance! And a warrior does not yeild to a greater force. You FIGHT against it until you cannot stand. THAT is how you get stronger. "
Grr is absolutely clueless as to the subtle mating signals of the bipeds, finding it horribly inconvenient that they don't have a mating season to get it over with already.
Elven Spear's face turns serious for a moment as she stride's towards the fox. Her once kind face suddenly stern.
"Master Fox, that is enough. Ery has conceded to your superior skill in the most respectful way. That bow was a sign that he respected and trusted you with his well-being by exposing his vitals. This kind man has told you he doesn't want to practice anymore. Not everyone is a warrior, but they may still find worth here in the society. Scholars, healers, Mystics and sages are all welcome. Forcing others to live their lives as you see fit is the reason-" the woman pauses for a second, it is obvious that she was about to say something that she aught not to say. She mulls it over for a moment and continues.
"Well, it has led to some atrocities throughout history. It was kind enough for him to come out and make the attempt today."
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Ery's glance shifted to Spear.
"Yes, terrible things have been acted out by people with that mentality...though I doubt the fox was doing so to the degree you feel."
Ery adjusted his robes, clappin ghis hands togather as a somantic componate for the spell Prestidigitation. The sweat and light layer of dirt clean right off of him after a moment. With a smile and a quick pat down, Ery nods to himself.
"Spear, I am particularly useful in the departments of counsel, advisory and simple listening. And as I am not within the temple grounds, I would be able to do so freely."
The elf approached Spear with a soft, warm smile. "I can see the sore spot touched." He offered in comfort.
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The thin elf sword continues to fence with his shadow. Seeing an advantage he breaks the shadow's guard and performs a wrist cut disarm. The disarmed shadow glides over to it's blade and picks it up.
Telessar glides over to the newly elven spear wielder, fox, and friends. His shadow follows behind. The odd elf tilts his head, then slides his gleaming Aldori sword into a black scaled hide scabbard. (An elven inscription along the blade - No greater sin than keeping The Lady waiting). The elf bears no symbols (but the colors are in synch with Pharasman clergy.) He wears no armor, yet bears none of the scars typically found in a warrior.
He speaks (in Elven) - "Ecletic afternoon to bring Calistria's courtier into the sun light. I pray the work has not caused you any discomfort.
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"Master Fox, that is enough. Ery has conceded to your superior skill in the most respectful way.
[b]..but not my superior wisdom, which is the important point here. He may be going into the tomb to read some dusty old manuscripts but there's always something in the way that needs killing. He doesn't need to be an expert with that thing..." he looks over. "He's NEVER going to be an expert with that thing, but there's no reason he can't be better with it. Even if all he learns is how to hold it the right way so he can cover an allies retreat it MIGHT save his life, or the lives of the people he's with. Hey, you want to scrape more friends off the dungeon floor, i'll go play with the horse.
"Hey OATBREATH. New practice regime. Moving target! "
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Elven Spear shifts a bit uncomfortably before responding in Elven.
With that she straightens up and nods to the Elven Shadowdancer. "As I was telling Eryzule here, there are such an eclectic mix of pathfinders about that I am rarely surprised anymore. Why, just the other day I saw a Wayang riding a flying pink pony, and she was accompanied by an oread atop some sort of dinosaur. Pathfinders that make our Mr. Fox over there look positively mundane."
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"Master Fox, that is enough. Ery has conceded to your superior skill in the most respectful way.[b]..but not my superior wisdom, which is the important point here. He may be going into the tomb to read some dusty old manuscripts but there's always something in the way that needs killing. He doesn't need to be an expert with that thing..." he looks over. "He's NEVER going to be an expert with that thing, but there's no reason he can't be better with it. Even if all he learns is how to hold it the right way so he can cover an allies retreat it MIGHT save his life, or the lives of the people he's with. Hey, you want to scrape more friends off the dungeon floor, i'll go play with the horse.
"Hey OATBREATH. New practice regime. Moving target! "
"You're not serious, are you?", says the centaur, completely ignoring the insult, as he sees the fox standing on his arrows.
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"Glad to see you join us. How was your training?"
Ery gives the elf a once over, noting his Pharasmaian colors.
"Tellesar of house Talimah," as he formally bows in the manner of Kyonin society.
"This is like breathing. Practice starts when blood spills on the ground to the music of the dying. Yet here in pleasent Absolom true contests are not allowed. So, I spend time making Aldori swords. It passes the time...."
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Nodding slightly to Elven Spear, Ery smirks.
"Do keep in mind, the kind hearted Priests and Priestess' of Calistria. We do not betray our clients confidentiality." He offers a shrug non-the-less and watches the fox run off toward the centaur. He raises a brow before turning his attention to Telessar.
"Well now, it's good to see someone from the homeland."
He listens to Telessar's words before pondering briefly.
"I cant help but to think that idealism doesn't bode all to well for the Kyonin courts...much less the courts of Absolom."
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Nodding slightly to Elven Spear, Ery smirks.
"Do keep in mind, the kind hearted Priests and Priestess' of Calistria. We do not betray our clients confidentiality." He offers a shrug non-the-less and watches the fox run off toward the centaur. He raises a brow before turning his attention to Telessar."Well now, it's good to see someone from the homeland."
He listens to Telessar's words before pondering briefly.
"I cant help but to think that idealism doesn't bode all to well for the Kyonin courts...much less the courts of Absolom."
"Oh, well, I don't mean to imply that you would. Just that, well, you know that there's mind control and scrying magic and all sorts of things like that out there, so the less people who know the better. No slight against you, to be sure. Now if you excuse me, I think my practice time for the day is all but used up, and I am needed elsewhere."
The lady bows to the two before turning and casting a spell. Then, with a bit of a running start, she leaps a great distance to a nearby roof, and then continues making large bounds across the grand lodge.
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The centaur looks around as he notices a chest standing nearby the range. He walks over to it, kneels onto his forelegs and opens it. Inside are several bows and different kinds of arrows. He finds a quiver with blunt arrows owning a soft leather ball as a tip. He stands up, walks back to the target with the fox and gets himself into position. " Just to let you know: I'm not gonna hold back myself", says the centaur as he raises the bow and starts shooting.
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"I do not understand people's fascination with those things. You may as well walk into the dungeon ringing a dinner-bell and covered in Gravy"
Kobad takes a careful aim and shoots at one of the glass jars that are at 40 feet away
the glass jar shatters into tiny glass crystels as the loud musket shot can be heard through out the grounds.
"Well Mr Fox... when you come from a country like min where you can´t rely on magic becuase of the miss use of it, you have to have something almost equal in power and I must say blackpowder does that job..." he says as he looks past the the gun smoke to see if he have hit.
"and I have not died yet..."
"Now then... The fox is talking...and I'm not on any drugs. Which means he's intelligent and a bastard."
Kobad looks at Ery after the smoke has cleared
"Well I knew that potion tasted to good for being a potion... well dam Fox..." then kobad looks over at the centaur and gives him a welcome nod|
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The centaur looks around as he notices a chest standing nearby the range. He walks over to it, kneels onto his forelegs and opens it. Inside are several bows and different kinds of arrows. He finds a quiver with blunt arrows owning a soft leather ball as a tip. He stands up, walks back to the target with the fox and gets himself into position. " Just to let you know: I'm not gonna hold back myself", says the centaur as he raises the bow and starts shooting.
" Just stop shooting when I keel over. You need a moving target and I need practice dodging these things. Normally I just sneak up and kill the archers first but traveling with you lot tends to alert them that we're coming..." he looks over at the musketeer.
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The scene continues for a while. With the time, the centaur lands more and more hits. At the end he leaves a panting bruised fox behind. Worried about his condition, he says: "Before I risk it to knock you out, I quit." With that said he picks up the blunt arrows and put them back into the chest. After that he picks up the normal arrows, put them into the quiver and walks back to the tree to his bundle. He leans bow and quiver onto the tree before he lays down to relax.
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Ery nods as Spear takes off.
Returning to Telessar he smirks.
"I travel with quite a group myself... but a woman with that kind of spirit would be a great boon."
He shrugs at the thought. "Hope she doesn't end up behind bars."
I hope she does, breaking her out would yield a valuable ally, and an afternoon of amusement.
Yes, I am from Kyonin, but I can bever return. I had a philosophical disagreement which turned lethal..Telessar shrugs. The world outside Kyonin is large enough I guess.
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The scene continues for a while. With the time, the centaur lands more and more hits. At the end he leaves a panting bruised fox behind. Worried about his condition, he says: "Before I risk it to knock you out, I quit." With that said he picks up the blunt arrows and put them back into the chest. After that he picks up the normal arrows, put them into the quiver and walks back to the tree to his bundle. He leans bow and quiver onto the tree before he lays down to relax.
the bruised fox staggers over under the tree, weaving a little unsteadily...
"Fair enough...use those opposable thumbs of yours and pass some of that elixir back over here. Nice thing about weighing 8 pounds, keeps the bar tab pretty light "
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The scene continues for a while. With the time, the centaur lands more and more hits. At the end he leaves a panting bruised fox behind. Worried about his condition, he says: "Before I risk it to knock you out, I quit." With that said he picks up the blunt arrows and put them back into the chest. After that he picks up the normal arrows, put them into the quiver and walks back to the tree to his bundle. He leans bow and quiver onto the tree before he lays down to relax.the bruised fox staggers over under the tree, weaving a little unsteadily...
"Fair enough...use those opposable thumbs of yours and pass some of that elixir back over here. Nice thing about weighing 8 pounds, keeps the bar tab pretty light "
The centaur walks over to the bottles and grabs one. Then he returns to the tree, lays down, opens the bottle and hand it to the fox.
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"Be that as it may, Telessar... There is no where else on Golorian that is like home."
Ery gives a friendly nod while waving his hand whilst he spoke.
Yes, should I have the option in the future, I shall refrain from running my opponents through to prove they are not immortal..... It just seem the right thing to do a the time.
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After some time later, the centaur opens his eyes because a snore enacts from very nearby. As he looks down, he sees the fox sleeping, on his back, mouth open, tongue hangin' out.
The centaur chuckles a little before he stretches and stands up. He reaches into his bundle again and picks two longswords out of it. He grabs one in each hand, walks over to the melee ground and trains some of his combat moves while switching between puppets and shadow combat.
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A taldan man dressed in simple traveling clothes and chain shirt walks into the training grounds, seeming to be at awe as to the sights. For someone on the grounds, it seemed that he was under equipped for any practice of his own weapons, as all he had was a dagger as his belt. Pulling the dagger from his belt, the tall, somewhat overweight man, brought himself to a battle stance in front of a dummy. Breathing steadily for a moment, he stepped in while ducking low, and jabbed at the dummy.
Barely puncturing the target, with a spin the man then slashed at the dummy withe almost perfect precision.
A split second moves by before a loud crack is heard and half of the straw body bursts into an explosion of straw.
"Close, but I need to get better. Bah...." the man mumbles as he looks at his dagger.
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An extremely bored looking half-orc strolls across the training grounds, his mithril armor is unpolished and his scabbard seems to be covered in dust, while his now frayed, dull red cloak hangs droopily at his back.
His face carries draconic features yet the only thing that he seems to make is a frown as he kicks a rock over and over again.
''They send the taxidermist on a mission, the send the mammoth rider on a mission. But Rook? Nooooooooo, he's to much of a show stealer, he doesn't care about escalation of force. It's not MY fault you can't even hit a naked troll in broad daylight. It's not MY fault you run straight at an inverted giant when you have the physique of a damp paper towel...''
He kicks the rock, sending it flying into the distance.
He then takes a seat at one of the nearby benches, watching others practice. An expression of longing easily readable on his face.
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While still practicing with his swords, suddenly something little flew past Eriks head, almost hitting him. He jumped a little as he recognized it. He looks around and sees a half-orc who seems to mumble something to himself while he sits down on a bench. "Dude, watch out where shot your stones!!!", he says putting his swords into their shaft while turning to the half-orc.
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Rook turns around, his face still dominated by his troubled expression.
'Yea,yea, sorry about that.'
He then sighs before speaking again.
'You try not blowing up some steam when you haven't received a mission after that whole debacle with the last Grand Convocation. When your fighting 5 story tall dinosaurs and you have to switch to deer and bears, that just...'sigh' never mind.'
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Rook turns around, his face still dominated by his troubled expression.
'Yea,yea, sorry about that.'
He then sighs before speaking again.
'You try not blowing up some steam when you haven't received a mission after that whole debacle with the last Grand Convocation. When your fighting 5 story tall dinosaurs and you have to switch to deer and bears, that just...'sigh' never mind.'
The centaur looks a little confused:"Sounds bad. May I ask what happened?"
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Rook raises his eyebrow in confusion.
'Last year the aspis showed up and caused a scuffle, Suprised you hadn't heard.'
'And the worst part is, I never had more fun in my entire life. God their looks when I divebombed that dragon to the ground, Priceless.'
Rook sighs before putting his claws on his knees
'And here I am, fancy title of seeker at last and then what...'
'Enjoy it while you can big guy, eventually it all comes to a screeching halt.'
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"I'm a relatively newbie."
Erik comes a little closer to Rook and says: "Hey, we all have our ups and down. Some are a piece of cake and some appear as unsolvable. Tell me: What do you do when you fall? Staying down and crying like a foal. No, you stand up and keep on going. Every and every damn time."
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'It's not really a case of ups and downs here, when you get used to fighting inside-out giants, dragons and freaking dinosaurs, most other things just aren't exciting anymore...'
Rook rubs his scarred arms before going on.
'The feeling of your blood flowing, feeling every beat of your heart because your life is on the line, anything can survive, but to actually be ALIVE is a completely different thing.'
'I have enough money to have the 'good life' for the rest of my years but I just don't feel...well...like I'm living.'
Rook suddenly kicks off from the bench he was sitting on.
'But your right, I'm just gonna blow off some steam, maybe I'll get a mission, maybe not, but thats no reason to mope all day.'
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Rook takes the hand and stands up.
Rook seems rather small for a Half-Orc, standing just over 5 feet.
alright then...lets see if it still has it's edge.
Rook removes his sword from it's scabbard, it's size overwhelming compared to Rooks small size.
Contrary to Rooks statement, the sword does not seem to have an edge at all, appearing to be more like a solid bar of glimmering black metal.
Rook then walks up to a wooden target dummy before reading a downward strike, lifting the sword with suprising ease.
Heave....HOOOOOOOO!!
The strike hits true, bisecting the target dummy into two equal parts, that fall to either side of it's original position. Rook then stretches his shoulder, audible cracks eminating from it.
Seems my swordarm is still good, if a bit rusty.