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Tedium has become a constant companion in the countryside of Shokuro. The roads have dwindled in size and maintenance as the days have passed; what was a wide, stone-paved highway near the river towns has become a narrow, winding track of dust, sometimes fading entirely into the surrounding
terrain. Travelers along it have likewise grown scarce as the days drone on. Still, the journey’s end lies no more than half a day’s travel
away, in the village of Nesting Swallow, a hamlet so small it could easily vanish into a crease on a map. No more than a few more miles through these sparsely wooded hills and valleys rests the last known home of Master Li Yao, and here, with luck, his descendant still lives. In this speck of farmland may be found one who can, by right of blood, bring forth the forgotten power of the Braid of a Hundred Masters.
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”It’s nice to be amongst old friends.” Kalman looks around at the party!
”Jasmin says.... Well yes I’m trying to tell them if you would stop interrupting me.” Kalman looks down at a vial on his belt with disdain. ”Like I was saying before I was interrupted , Jasmin says hello.”. Kalman looks at the party members again as if everyone heard what Jasmin said.
I swear these children better not test my patience. I am not in the mood.
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Cresting a rise, the trail winds its way up a small hillock that overlooks a large valley beyond. Not far from the hill, a dead mule and overturned cart lie in the middle of the road, two cloaked figures rummaging through the spilled contents of the cart while making disapproving cawing noises to a pair of similarly dressed riders on horseback. Two other horses stand on the side of the road, presumably mounts for the two on foot. The mounted figures loom over a half-dozen shabbily dressed peasants. One of the riders urges his horse forward and makes a threatening slash at the face of a man trying to shield several children behind him.
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"What are [u]those[/u]?" Zájarthauk says to nobody in particular, pointing at the cawing ruffians.
He then takes out his wand of Mage Armour and applies it to himself .
Then he brandishes his longspear and shouts at them to get their attention:
« Tule ja hanki, paskat!! »
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Kalman moves closer making sure to stay behind Zajarthsuk the whole time. “Bandits and pirates, hmm. They just want to play and Jasmin wants to play. You see what I’m getting at?” Kalman looks down at the bomb in his hand. ”Jasmin now that was not very nice and I’m sure now is not the time for hide and seek.”
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"Don't get too far ahead of me, Emma.
"I can give your fight a bit more strength"
First Level Orc Bloodline Power (Orcs of Golarian):
"At 1st level, you can touch a creature as a standard action, giving it a morale bonus on attack rolls, damage rolls, and Will saving throws equal to 1/2 your sorcerer level (minimum 1) for 1 round. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier."
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Zájarthauk moves up closer to the cart and places a hand on Emma's shoulder (to give her a touch of rage, +1)
First Level Orc Bloodline Power (Orcs of Golarian):
"At 1st level, you can touch a creature as a standard action, giving it a morale bonus on attack rolls, damage rolls, and Will saving throws equal to 1/2 your sorcerer level (minimum 1) for 1 round. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier."
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Emma seeing zajarthauk get hit again make a comment with a smirk on her face.
"dont tell me your gonna be our trap and danger finder again."
With the touch from the orc she can feel the rage build up inside of her she looks around for the closest enemy.
"stay under cover if you can I'll be your shield for what I can."
With that she will 5" step up and atk the blue.