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Pizzmic eyes the brutish rogue up and down shaking his head with utter disgust. Pizzmic having prided himself in having neary mastered the arts of deception throughout his many years couldn't muster a straight face when looking at the blatant fountain of stupidity in from of him. Pizzmic stomps off out of the house completely beside himself muttering to himself. damned fool, brutishly ignorant close minded buffoon!
The heated gnome brings his hands to his mouth and releases a loud pitched whistle DOGGRIN COME!..... Climbing all but gracefully up the large dogs back the gnome positions himself in the riding saddle takes a few deep breaths to regain his composure then turns to the party. I need to wash the idiocy of today away with a couple stouts back at that little Inn i was so unfortunately persuaded to leave. WHile i know most of us are tired from our afternoon of bloodlust i was wondering if you Master Tiberius would be willing to accompany me for a couple drinks. There are a few things i wish to discuss with you if you'd be willing. What say you?
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Pizzmic's anger is like a palpable punch for Alia, and her own part in the debacle that has just played out is not lost on her, no matter how well meaning.
Either we will kill each other, or others will kill us for our stupidity, she thinks, glumly. Not for the last time, she wonders if becoming a Pathfinder was the right choice for her.
Following Ashen's lead, Alia follows along wordlessly, giving Pizzmic plenty of space to brew.
You all go about your business for the rest of the day. The caravan master takes the body from you and finishes preparing it for travel
"We have rooms reserved for you pathfinders," says the innkeepers to Imperia as the others are drinking, "A bath on the other hand, it'll get the sand off of you, but it's river water. Don't really have a lot of wells around here."
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Pizzmic heads to the inn leashing Doggrin out front near the other mounts be it camels or horses attached to the hitching rail. He walks through the doors into the dusty inn finds a stool near the bar and climbs up it slightly leaning on the bar with his elbows as he stands on the stool. He raises his hand and orders a drink for himself slowly drinking as he's lost in his thoughts. When the others arrive he does the same for his compatriots telling the bartender that the first round is on him. Pizzmic grabs two glasses from the bar after having already paid the tab and begins his stumble-y climb down, spilling some of the brew as he goes. Ok Nicolae lets talk inspecting the two glasses for quantity he hands nicolae the one with the smaller amount of brew, turning to the others he continues. Please excuse us while we take our leave it will only take a moment the bartender awaits your orders. Pizzmic attempts to usher nicolae as far away from the party as possible finding a couple seats he starts to speak. Nicolae thank you for taking a moment to speak with me, I feel as though today's events were appalling and could in some repects been largely avoided please indulge me for I might be a little long winded. The last few weeks I have noticed much about our company and your dedication for this assignment is noted. You obviously have an affinity with all things martial in many ways probably the most skilled individual in our party with a blade and undoubtedly is why you were picked for this task by venture captain Hestram. raising his hand for a moment as he takes a large drag on his drink he slowly swallows and then continues.
I myself do not have such an affinity for combat and must seek more diplomatic ends to resolve problems often with my words and some times with the wiles of magic influence but usually ending up with the same result. I was assigned this task because I am able to dissolve hostile situations without the need of placing pathfinders needlessly in harms way and when there is no other option i can provide a powerful boon for people such as yourself. I understand you have you own background and experiences that have sculpted your personality and that's fine and well but we are the representatives of the organization. We have been trained for countless hours for our impulses to be quelled for the greater good of the society, you murdering the cleric in cold blood is not becoming of a pathfinder. We exist to aid and explore the world in which we live but not above or beyond the parameters of the law. When we kill it should only be out of necessity to protect ourselves and those we care about, it should never come so easy as to slay a defenseless already defeated foe.
Pizzmic waits a moment to read the rogue's expressions before continuign even futher.
My words are not meant to seem challenging there is no doubt that if you wanted me dead like that cleric you could do so with about the same amount of effort. But being I do not take you as such a man we need to find a a way to work together in such a way that both of our individual talents can be used. If you afford me the chance to talk down encounters before they break out into combat I will do all in my power to provide you with the distractions you need to get into position when combat breaks out. I offer you my word to help you in any way I can if only you are able to do the same in return. Pizzmic extends his hand to the rogue to shake hopefully coming to an understanding that isn't misconstrued or ignored.
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Alia prepares for the upcoming trip, at the inn, making sure that her equipment is complete and in good repair, and her weapon sharp and lightly oiled. Then, she will clean her clothing, before she, herself, will thoroughly bathe, to rid her of the awfulness of the day, followed by some meditation and prayer.
Pizzmic will be angry with me, to be sure. I had better talk to him, and get it over with. This trip will be challenging enough without being at odds with my bestest buddy.
With that thought, the young aasimar, clad in a simple white linen jupon and culottes, heads down to the great room, to meet up with the rest of the party.
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You say I was too rash with that cleric. I dont like loose ends. Loose ends can get you killed. Nicolae takes a deep gulp of his drink.
But those people on the house, they are not worth of your mercy Pizzmic or the pathfinder's.
If they could have their way with any of us death would be the least of that person's problems. I have seen, with my own eyes, the demon cultists put... "things" inside a person's body. He seems to loose himself momentarily in his memories, when he regains his focus there is hate in his eyes. Then they send the risen abomination back to its former friends and family to slaughter them all.
The varisian takes a deep breath and gives himself a moment to calm down.
You want me to hold back. Sure I can do that. I will keep out of your way and let you try to talk down encounters. But if that fails dont go away again, you are right that we need each other on this job. The only compromise that I will not make is with the demon clerics. If we cross paths with those bastards again they are off any deal. With that scum I let Viktoriya do the talking. He points at the cold iron sword strapped to his body.
Looking Pizzmic in the eye he shakes the gnome's hand.
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Pizzmic listens to the muscled rogue nodding as he speaks to relay that he understands what Nico is saying. The gnome instantly thinks of several logical rebuttals that would dissolve the credibility of most of the rogue's argument but decides to refrain for the betterment of the task at hand. He being fairly satisfied with the result of the albeit brief conversation shakes hands then returns to Alia and the other lovely ladies of the party that are poised at the bar. Aye, ladies fret not for we have returned. I trust the beverages are to your liking?...... Pausing for a response he continues after a moment. I must say although today's events while albeit unfortunate I must commend everyone for their swift actions. I already know how brave dear Alia is in the perils of battle but I was utterly flabbergasted by Madam Imperia. The righteous fury she exhibited today brought much honor to the Goddess of Honor and Justice. Ashia and Ashen the fast thinking of each of you kept all of us undoubtedly safe from harm as the situation was resolved in a matter of seconds. Please accept these drinks as a symbol of my thanks and the hopes for a event-less journey from here forward. Pizzmic removes his hat kicking his left foot forward begins to bow at the three ladies before him after which he offers to buy a second round for the party as he climbs back up the barstool wobbling for a moment and then plops himself down beside Alia.
He sees her concerned look and feels as though he might have offended her earlier in some way. He taps her ever so gently on the knee and whispers to her: I hope i haven't offended you child, I felt Nicolae and I needed to sort some things out before we leave town tomorrow. We seem to have come to terms at least for the moment but when we venture out of the city tomorrow stay close you are the only person I wholeheartedly trust out of this whole lot and I'm concerned for our safety.
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Assured by Pizzmic's kind words, Alia nods in agreement.
I have serious doubts, as well, she thinks. I'll be staying close, Pizzmic, old friend, you needn't tell me twice.
Returning to her room, she again bows in prayer, her role in the fiasco perhaps absolved by Pizzmic, but not by herself and her goddess.
The next morning you find the caravan ready to begin it's journey. Three other's are preparing to journey with you. The first is Gaspar du Mer: An aged Taldan knight. Even in the great heat, he is wearing his dented and tarnished armor. He stands, stroking his long handle beard and mustache. The second is Mahmoud hails from the souks of Katheer, as can be recognized by his typical clothing for a souk merchant of that city. Lastly, Hokama a water merchant from the ancient kingdom of Osirion.
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Pizzmic will awake with a slight hangover cringing at the early morning light as it peers through the cracks in the shade. He will pull out his traveling spellbook and memorize his daily allotment of spells before heading down stairs for some breakfast. Pizzmic knowing he is probably late compared to the rest of the party settles for a couple loaves of warm bread instead of his normal sausage gravy over potatoes. He walks out front of the Inn and inspects Doggrin's harness making sure it is all in order he makes his way to the caravan.
Pizzmic notices the party speaking to the other people accompanying them on the journey and will introduce himself with his normal flamboyant manner, only this time from the back of Doggrin who kneels to the ground upon command. I am most pleased to meet your acquaintance gentlemen, I am Lord Pizzmic formally of the shallow mire. If there is any way I can aid you on this journey only ask and I will accommodate to the best of my power. After the expected small talk Pizzmic will eventually leave the newcomers to take his place beside Alia. Good Morning child, I trust you slept well?
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After packing her gear carefully, and filling her canteens with fresh water, Alia heads into the bustle of the great room. The chatter of travelers over the smell of fresh coffee, sizzling eggs, roasted meats, and freshly baked bread greet her. She tucks into a plate of eggs, fruit, and a bialy as Pizzmic gingerly sits down next to her.
Good Morning child, I trust you slept well?
Alia nods. Poor Pizz, looks a little worse for wear.
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Pizzmic will nudge Alia as he waits for the caravan to take off. Ashen looks a little bewildered by all this huh? She reminds me off this apprehensive cleric i once met not that long ago. smiling up at his dear friend he will call out to the Sorceress motioning her to come to walk with Alia and himself. Good Morning Madam Nyteshade are you excited for today's adventure? Pizzmic utters the statement with a not so subtle hint of sarcasm hopefully making the uncomfortable Ashen smirk at his attempt of being funny. Sigh....I just hope for a uneventful trip and of course a constant breeze. Unfortunately I doubt either wish will be fulfilled before it's all said and done. Pizzmic smiles at her briefly before changing the subject to the sweltering heat and how he might of over done it the night before.
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Ashen looks a little bewildered by all this huh? She reminds me off this apprehensive cleric i once met not that long ago.
Looking at the masked mage, Alia has to agree that Ashen does look uncomfortable, in her own skin. I wonder if that's an aasimar trait, she thinks.
Looking across the courtyard, the imposing figure of Imperia chit chats with the Taldoran cavalier. Perhaps not.
Alia smiles at the pretty emberkin: There's hope for us, after all, sister.