Volcano's Land - Forged in Blood (Inactive)

Game Master Miner Cotren

Darkness surrounds the land where the peoples of Volcano, River, and Forest live under a Fallen Sky.

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Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

Earlier, after checking the wagon and area for ears, whether connected to els or spawn.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Wamblee turns to Iniga, and softly speaks.

"There is more to the tale, as you surmised. Our departed father willed us a quartet of artefacts. Each appears to have been bound with an elemental, and each of us have realised changes since obtaining them. I for one, find myself even more durable and attuned to stone than I was."

He looks to the others, as if waiting for them to continue the tale.

Now

Wamblee volunteered for the second watch, the hardest. He expects to carry it out.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22


Female CG Sylph Ranger (Stormwalker) 6 | HP: 16/30 | AC: 15 (14 Tch, 11 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 21 | F: +5, R: +10, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 (13) , SM: +2 | Speed 35ft | Active conditions: See Invis

Earlier

Marianne shrugs. "Um. The wind that used to follow me around turned out to be that same murderous smoke thing that caused so much trouble." You notice that no wind stirs Marianne's hair, leaving it slightly flat, lifeless.

Quickly, she says, "Anyway, I'm going to go hunting. See you all for supper." She flips off the wagon and catches onto a oak branch, then slides down the trunk. Without a further word, she stalks into the surrounding forest, out of sight.


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Male Neutral Oread Magus (staff magus)(Elemental Paragon) 9 | Arcane pool: 6/7 | HP: 65/65 | AC: 18(+stf bonus) (12 Tch, 15 Fl) | BAB: 6, CMB: +11, CMD: 23 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: 2, SM: 2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. | Spells: 0th: AS, Det. Mg, RoF, Arc. Mk, RoF 1st: (Elemental) Frostbite 3/3, Det. elem 2/2 2nd: bladed dash 2/2 Frigid Touch 2/2 Shatter 1/1 3rd: Infuse Self 2/2 Planar Inquiry 0/1

"Mine is possessed by a dust elemental that wants to kill us all. And for some reason, I acquired the ability to fly and set myself on fire."


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Iniga raised an eyebrow. "What an odd sort of gift. My father didn't gift me a creature keen on murdering me, but clearly I'm missing out on an exciting and thrilling experience some of you have. Perhaps I did the right thing leaving home when I did, before the opportunity presented itself" she wisecracks, trying to bring some humor into a situation that seemed to be a little depressing.

I'll probably get in the way helping Marianne with hunting, so I might either keep watch or talk and/or chat with the ifrits and their priest. I'm probably keeping an eye on them if I haven't already.


Now. It is dim.

Iniga, after the wagons have been positioned for the night, you wander the camps and fires until you find the priest. Middle-aged, a fringe of ash-gray hair surrounds his red bald head. He wears very fine robes--silk, perhaps?--of orange flames upon white. With a deep, stentorian voice, he reads from the Rove Voce.

"...and always remember that blood and sacrifice are most sacred to Volcano and the children of Volcano..." The reading continues on in typical high-written language, extolling the virtues that Volcano and the three aspects hold sacred.

The mercenaries--who you know are there only as part of their contract with the priest--break apart after the reading is over. The lean, tough-looking ifrits spread to different strategic spots around the area.

The priest - Saggezza Grico - smiles at you, polite but somehow condescending. "Ah, so good to see you again. There are so few followers of Volcano to share the Voce." He trails off. "Ah, Was there anything I can do for you?"

Saggezza(or "Wisdom") is the title of all priests of a certain seniority.

how much have you interacted with the priest would you say? what would you give him for a name? why you are going to winter meet? etc


Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

Wamblee has not pushed any interaction with the priest.

Too fanatical and too volcano-focused for my tastes.


Male Neutral Oread Magus (staff magus)(Elemental Paragon) 9 | Arcane pool: 6/7 | HP: 65/65 | AC: 18(+stf bonus) (12 Tch, 15 Fl) | BAB: 6, CMB: +11, CMD: 23 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: 2, SM: 2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. | Spells: 0th: AS, Det. Mg, RoF, Arc. Mk, RoF 1st: (Elemental) Frostbite 3/3, Det. elem 2/2 2nd: bladed dash 2/2 Frigid Touch 2/2 Shatter 1/1 3rd: Infuse Self 2/2 Planar Inquiry 0/1

Priests tend to try to shame Samen for his tattoos at every possible opportunity, so he tends to keep away from them. Right now, he's going to be spending all his spare time finishing the research on his spell.


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Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Unless I know him from Hearth I think this is my first interaction with him. I also think too many people know my actual name in Forge / Hearth / here for a secret name to be of much use. Hardly anyone would know my actual role though. So i’ll Take a leaf out of James Bond espionage 101 and just call myself Iniga.

Iniga’s hackles raised inwardly. She hated it when people talked down to her, it made her feel weak or inferior. ”I fully agree, it’s hard to find others blessed by Volcano. Take me for instance, the Lady sends me prophetic dreams and occasionally the gifts of healing. Maybe I should join the Temple” she finishes, winking at the priest, predicting that the comment would irritate him as much as his comments irritated her.

”I was actually just stopping by. Truthfully I had not expected to see any followers of Volcano with me at the Winter Meet. It’s sometimes a dangerous journey, but I have every confidence in the Lady to protect and guide me.” Iniga pauses for a moment before nodding sagely ”I see that you brought eight close friends to keep you company though on this long road, that was indeed wise - it can get lonely by yourself. Have no fear though Wise One, i’m capable of protecting you should danger strike’” she nods innocently.

I think I have made a friend =]


Grico frowns, as if he has smelled a foul odor. "Yes. Well, come talk to me if those visions," the word lightly peppered with sarcasm, "you are having start coming true. I would be happy to relay your insights to the Temple if there be any truth to them."

He walks off, robes swishing behind. You hear a few of the swords laughing under their breath as he leaves.

Marianne will take first watch. Anyone joining her?


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

I wouldn’t mind, but it’s bad timing. Right now Iniga wants to join the ifrit swords / mercenaries and hang out, make jokes, tests of strength etc. She wants to bond with them because more friends are good - and it’s going to annoy Grico if half of them are talking about Iniga the next day.


diplomacy check to see how you get on with them


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Perform Oratory (Diplomacy): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25


Spells:
Blend, Blurred Movement, CLW, Shield, True Strike, CMW
Alchemist Grenadier 5
Stats:
HP 29/33 Init +4 Perc +7 AC 15/13/12 (+2*) F+5 R+9 W+1 | Bombs used 1/9

Seeing the priests of Volcano, Samoon perks up. He's been deep in thought again--the library distracted him a while from his pain and loss, but without a topic to research, his mind has turned inward for a while. However, Grico's words intrigue him. He strolls over to join his fiery cousin, nodding at her with a smile.

"Saludo, Sagezza." His High Ignan is perfect. "Do you have any word of goings-on up the side of Volcano? We've had so much news of darkness...it would be a balm to hear of anything of light...and heat."


Samoon, the priest stops walking away. He turns to you with an unctuous grin. "Dare I say you are a convert to the superior ways of Volcano, asking after his glory?"

you can read him easily - if you pretend to be a follower he will be better disposed to you and share news. bluff check if you decide to do so


First Watch. Marianne is on.
Taking 10, Marianne does not spot anything
All: feel free to continue with RP in the "past" as we cycle through the watches. I don't mean to cut anyone off.

Iniga, a few of the swords immediately go on patrol once the priest leaves. The remaining mercenaries, a mix of els and eles but all ifrit, take a shine to you. Some of them have goods of their own to sell at the Meet - an ele perhaps in her thirties offers you half a glass of a sweet red wine from south of Hearth. "But no more," she jests, "or we'll start drinkin' our own profits." She introduces herself as Margherita.

A few of them carry weapons and armor with gruesome blood stains - the sure sign of strong magic woven by the priests of Hearth. There are also few younger els with no enchanted armor, but fine equipment nonetheless. All of them bear the blue rose-and-sword tattoo of the Condottieri.


Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

Wamblee is watchful while he up, then goes for an early night.

We will always have need of good rest.


Male Neutral Oread Magus (staff magus)(Elemental Paragon) 9 | Arcane pool: 6/7 | HP: 65/65 | AC: 18(+stf bonus) (12 Tch, 15 Fl) | BAB: 6, CMB: +11, CMD: 23 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: 2, SM: 2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. | Spells: 0th: AS, Det. Mg, RoF, Arc. Mk, RoF 1st: (Elemental) Frostbite 3/3, Det. elem 2/2 2nd: bladed dash 2/2 Frigid Touch 2/2 Shatter 1/1 3rd: Infuse Self 2/2 Planar Inquiry 0/1

Samen will only take a watch if people make him. He'd rather be tinkering with his spells, and he's not very good at keeping watch anyway.


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Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Iniga compares her own tattoos with Margherita and mercenaries. She raves about the goods they intend to sell, drinks with them politely, shares combat stories, offers to participate in perhaps a few games of strength if they were so inclined. She also subtly tries to weave into the conversation how they feel about Grico and attempts to learn a little more about the priest.

I *think* that Lottare would be important to them, and probably want to be my time around that philosophy.


I doubt Samen would be forced to take a watch - as long as Iniga or Samoon take 3rd watch, you'll have at least one person on all night.

Second Watch.

Iniga and Samoon's conversations are still happening in early evening

Marianne approaches Wamblee, and he is already awake by the time she reaches him - her footsteps upon the ground, so familiar, are like a gentle shake of the shoulder.

You hear nothing on your watch Wamblee, save the expected wildlife (small pogonas, a few earthen wolves skulking half a mile off, but nothing of concern)


Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

Wamblee enjoys the peaceful night.

We have had far too few of these lately.


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Spells:
Blend, Blurred Movement, CLW, Shield, True Strike, CMW
Alchemist Grenadier 5
Stats:
HP 29/33 Init +4 Perc +7 AC 15/13/12 (+2*) F+5 R+9 W+1 | Bombs used 1/9

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"It is honestly a dream of mine to scale Volcano--I think that would be a sacred connection indeed," says Samoon.

In High Ifrit

Only in the vents of Volcano can the truth be truly revealed,

"Or so I have read...er...I regret I haven't read more," Samoon says, apologetically. In truth, he hasn't read a lot of Volcanic mystical claptrap, skimming it over for evidence of a route upward and has focuses on more ethnographic essays...but his High Ignan, that rolls of his tongue effortlessly.


earlier

Iniga, one of the younger els, a swagger in his step, challenges you to a good-natured duel with wooden swords (they are happy to lend you one).

just use your normal attack rolls and damage but no magic ; roll 2 attacks and 2 damages

wooden sword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
wooden sword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

don't even worry about the nonlethal damage, it will all be healed by morning, this is just a brief simulation of how the duel goes


earlier

Samoon, the priest smiles more broadly. "Excellent! All worshippers of Volcano are welcome in the light of the Rove Voce!" He pats you on the shoulder, an attempt at being fatherly. "And if the exact wording of the passages gives you trouble, you can always ask for help."

"As for the loftiest heights of Volcano," he smiles again, this time giving himself a slight double-chin, "let us say that our wisest and most faithful keep us safe, as ever."


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

I'm not using Rage Song so my overall damage will be lower.

Wooden Sword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 4) + 7 = 16
Wooden Sword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 4) + 7 = 16

Iniga gives the younger el her best attempt. She dodges the first blow but gets nicked by the second. She gives her opponent a quick wink before launching into a flurry of attacks of her own.


Margherita eggs the young el on. "Come on, Martino! Give us a good show!" Martino gets in one good move on you, but he simply does not see you coming. whap!whap!

He staggers back, dazed. "Wow!" is all he says.

Uproarious laughter from the rest of the swords. Martino joins in, all five of them now laughing and applauding your obvious martial prowess. Martino promises to train and come back for a rematch, but then excuses himself to bed to rest off your 'lesson'.

they are definitely well disposed to Iniga now

Margherita looks around. "Hey, did you see that oread covered in tattoos?" She glances at your own tattoos and puts her hands up. "I think yours are bellissima, of course, but his...the face..." She gestured to her own face. "I don't know. Anyway, do you know him?"


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Iniga smiles at Martino before holding out a hand to ensure the young el kept his balance. "Your speed and aggression are excellent, just work a little more on shoring up your defense. Maybe I won't have to go easy on you next time" she winks, in a teasing tone before giving a short bow to the onlookers.

Iniga ducks her head slightly at Marherita's praise. "Thank you Marherita. Full body tattoos are a lot of effort, but I think the overall effect was worth it. Your tattoos though are also just as bellissima. I particularly love the symbolism of the sword and the blue rose. Does it have a meaning?" she asks before addressing Marghetita's question. "I do indeed know that oread, he's family" she remarks, before remembering Samen's remarks that he wouldn't mourn her, which had hurt. "Distant Family" she clarifies after a short moment.

"I don't think he had bellezza on his mind though when he crafted them but I do know that they are important to him. I always knew him to be more of a researcher than a fighter though" she finishes.


"Oh this?" She points to her cheek. "We're all swords - all condottieri, fulfilling contracts, you know, all that. And the blue ink is just to show up on red skin, you see?" She laughs, pointing to the rest of her ifrit companions.

After a bit more talk over some thick, kettle-brewed coffee, Margherita stands and stretches. "Ah! Well, I need to get some winks before that merdoso early morning watch. See you around eh?"


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Oops, I thought the rose was a reference to something lol

"Of course Margherita, I'll be seeing you and the rest around sometime I'm sure" Iniga offers happily, before heading off to take third watch.


Spells:
Blend, Blurred Movement, CLW, Shield, True Strike, CMW
Alchemist Grenadier 5
Stats:
HP 29/33 Init +4 Perc +7 AC 15/13/12 (+2*) F+5 R+9 W+1 | Bombs used 1/9

Samoon lets the conversation drop for now. "I would appreciate any clarification on...troubling passages, indeed, signiore," He tips his hat and returns to his camp.


It is Dimday, Witchrites the 4th.
It is sixth candle.

An unpleasantly loud bell awakens the caravan. Groans and oaths from various parts of the camp reveal who had too much to drink last night. The smells of old campfire and unwashed elens greet you upon the chill morning air. Oreads and ifrits alike

Odakotah seems to be everywhere, patting shoulders, helping with loads, tightening reins, and double-checking cargo. He hums loudly to himself, perhaps not even aware of the habit. As everyone gets into motion packing the caravan for the day, spirits seem high - you hear talk of money to be made at the Meet, and a few of the orean merchants speak wistfully of family and loves not seen in months.

The priest Grico looks around for someone to listen to his morning oration, but all the swords apologize profusely before running to the various chores of the morning.

The morning goes smoothly--save for one merchant getting kicked by an obstinate ox--and before you know it, you are heading ever deeper into Forest. Thick snowflakes begin to fall, giving beards and hair a dusting of premature white.


Odakotah comes to call upon you after a candle or so of travel, his beard full of snow. "Ah, the oread brothers with arms thick as the trees themselves! Are you finding the wagon to your liking?"

assuming some kind of response

"May I count on your assistance if the snow becomes a problem? A few stout elens can make all the difference when getting a cart unstuck!"


Samoon, sometime before lunch, Saggezza Grico approaches you. "Hello there...ah...I do not think I caught your name..." He looks embarrassed. "Would you care to join me for lunch? The mercenaries do not seem to care whether their bread is blessed by a priest or not." He laughs weakly.


Male Neutral Oread Magus (staff magus)(Elemental Paragon) 9 | Arcane pool: 6/7 | HP: 65/65 | AC: 18(+stf bonus) (12 Tch, 15 Fl) | BAB: 6, CMB: +11, CMD: 23 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: 2, SM: 2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. | Spells: 0th: AS, Det. Mg, RoF, Arc. Mk, RoF 1st: (Elemental) Frostbite 3/3, Det. elem 2/2 2nd: bladed dash 2/2 Frigid Touch 2/2 Shatter 1/1 3rd: Infuse Self 2/2 Planar Inquiry 0/1

Samen grunts at Odakotah's polite introduction. "Hmph. Sure, I'll help. I've got nothing better to do while we're on the move."

As Grico moves about looking for victims, Samen just stares at him as if to say "I'm a lost cause, and you'd better not get too close or it'll rub off on you." It comes off looking more like he's suffering from bad gas though.


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Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

I am going to assume that I am not present in the room with Odakotah, as I am not an oread brother. I probably have my own room / wagon tho (since I was on it earlier) unless I'm sharing with someone.

Iniga moans a little in the morning. She had slept well, tired from the exertion and drink, but it had left her wit a bit of a headache. She also didn't like the cold at the best of times.

She peels out and sits close to a campfire, before kneeling slightly in prayer. She isn't exactly hiding, but she keeps her prayers short and quiet to prevent other people listening. Then she gets up, and decides to build on the relationships she was working on before, hanging out with the rest of the mercenary ifrits.


Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

Wamblee smiles at Odakotah and his query.

"Of course. I will aid as you require. Tell me, are you familiar with the Winter Meet? How are things generally done there?"


Spells:
Blend, Blurred Movement, CLW, Shield, True Strike, CMW
Alchemist Grenadier 5
Stats:
HP 29/33 Init +4 Perc +7 AC 15/13/12 (+2*) F+5 R+9 W+1 | Bombs used 1/9

Samoon gives the priest a smile and a nod. "Samoon. It would be a pleasure, Saggezza Grico. Bread and something to wash it down sounds like a wonderful idea."


Samoon, Grico smiles, his face wrinkled with sudden laughter lines. "Wonderful! Here, come with me, ah, Samoon."

He blesses the bread with a long-winded but heartfelt prayer to Volcano, and breaks it in half for the two of you. After whatever small talk you allow, the priest fills the silence with a complaint about the mercenaries. "I wish they were more devout, is all. I worry about their habits. But they don't listen!" He looks around, seeing no one close by, "I tell you, it's that leader of theirs - Margita I think her name is. She mocks the oration in little ways, and the others follow suit." He sighs heavily, out of steam, and begins eating his ashbread.

The ashbread is nourishing and slightly...gritty. Like all ashbread. If you look for anything to put on the bread--butter, jam, cream--you see two glasses and a pitcher of water and nothing else. The priest seems well-satisfied with the meal, occasionally dipping the bread into his water.


Wamblee, the warrior-merchant laughs, nearly poking the stone donkey ahead with his longspear in his throes of sudden mirth. "-oh! Sorry, girl! Ah, 's not anything to your stony skin! Ha!"

He turns back to you. "I apologize for the outburst - no mockery intended, I simply cannot contain my laughter at times. Ha! But yes yes, my boy, any hwebi worth their own roots must go to the Meet. I would not expect you to know the ways of money. Forgive me for asking, but do you come from one of the monasteries?"

oread term for merchant


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30


Iniga, you find Margherita up at bright, getting in some light sparring with the young el you bested yesterday. Martino makes a few familiar mistakes, rushing in with a strong swing rather than waiting for a better opening.

Margherita makes good use of her shield, deflecting Martino's hammering blows. After the second swing, Martino is already slowing. The veteran ele gives a light jab on his neck with her wooden sword. "Sei morto, amico," she says in a cheerful voice.

you're dead, friend

She turns around and sees you. "Ah, bel tatuaggia! (pretty tattoos) Nice to see you up so early. We are about to go on patrol. Do you ride? We've got the brown pogonas that are actually pretty good in the forest, off the trail."


Female Ifrit Skald (Fated Champion Red Tongue) 7 | HP: 52/52 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 20 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9 , SM: +12 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Belle mosse" Iniga remarks, observing Margherita put Martino through his paces. "Resistenza, pazienza Martino"[/b] she advises, before making a face at Margherita's question.

"I haven't really ridden any sort of pogonas before, I'm used to handling things on my own two feet. Still, I could join you on patrol if you wanted" she answers simply.


Wamblee: regardless of how you answer about the monasteries, eventually he gets back to the point

Odakota gives a start, like waking from deep ruminations. "Ah! And you were asking me about what goes on at a Winter's Meet. Indeed. Well, I can tell you this - a strapping young el like yourself needs to get into the games! How are you at throwing a spear? Ah, but no - you would make a fine wrestler, wouldn't you?" He bursts out laughing again, deep and dark like kettle-boiled coffee.

"Yes, enter! There is honor to be won for such deeds! And, perhaps, gold to be made when I bet on you!"


Female CG Sylph Ranger (Stormwalker) 6 | HP: 16/30 | AC: 15 (14 Tch, 11 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 21 | F: +5, R: +10, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 (13) , SM: +2 | Speed 35ft | Active conditions: See Invis

Marianne remains distant during the day, filling the candles with solitary patrols and hunting. You all see her reporting to Odakotah here and there. When she is not patrolling, she is standing on the top of the wagon, taking practice shots at fallen logs--never live trees of course--and making sport of retrieving the arrows and keeping pace with the wagons.


Male LN Oread Monk (Student of the Stone) 7 | HP: 58/58 | Temp HP: 0 |AC: 16 (16 Tch, 10 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 23 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +9 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +11 Darkvision | Speed 30ft | Stunning Fist: 7/7, Ki 5/7 | Acid Resistance 5, DR 4/Adamantine | Active conditions: 0 non-lethal damage.

"I spent some years in Root, certainly. And laughter is no sin.", Wamblee replies.

Best not to mention Rokerenge or its fate.

He listens.

"My throwing arm is decent but you are astute. My wrestling is quite good indeed. I am curious about these games. What do they entail?"


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Spells:
Blend, Blurred Movement, CLW, Shield, True Strike, CMW
Alchemist Grenadier 5
Stats:
HP 29/33 Init +4 Perc +7 AC 15/13/12 (+2*) F+5 R+9 W+1 | Bombs used 1/9

"Mockery is never a kind thing, not in a land with so many views and perspectives," says Samoon, looking around forlornly for some butter, or clotted cream.

He bites into the bread, somewhat regretting it, and chews slowly. "But surely, a priest of your stature can shrug off the voices of the small-minded? I feel there are more important, real adversaries out there. The Dark."

He chews a little more.

"They've been attacking oreads, and...ah. Now I have a question for you, one truly in your wheelhouse. What do you know of brass?"


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Male Neutral Oread Magus (staff magus)(Elemental Paragon) 9 | Arcane pool: 6/7 | HP: 65/65 | AC: 18(+stf bonus) (12 Tch, 15 Fl) | BAB: 6, CMB: +11, CMD: 23 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: 2, SM: 2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. | Spells: 0th: AS, Det. Mg, RoF, Arc. Mk, RoF 1st: (Elemental) Frostbite 3/3, Det. elem 2/2 2nd: bladed dash 2/2 Frigid Touch 2/2 Shatter 1/1 3rd: Infuse Self 2/2 Planar Inquiry 0/1

Samen continues pouring over his copied texts. This is going to work, I'm sure of it, but I can't quite resolve the aetherial vortexes with the thaumaturgical leylines.

He rubs his eyes in weary frustration before putting down his books and getting up. I need to take a break. I'm going to crack this, but it's probably going to be while I'm asleep or bathing, not sitting here staring at it. Maybe letting the tree-man eat my soul wouldn't have been so bad. He stretches out and emerges from the wagon where he'd been hiding himself, looking for someone or something that could take his mind off it.


Samen, soon after you emerge from your wagon, the same oread ele from the tunnel--who encouraged you to seek the fourth level--suddenly appears beside you. "Still abroad I see! Good for you!" She is clearly Odakotah's sister - they share stout frames and high cheekbones. She plays with dangling yellow hoop earrings. "Care for a game of tshala?"


Samoon, the priest seems

samoon sense motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

perfectly honest as he replies, "Do you mean the alloy used for, what, candlebras and such? Are you having one of those sylph fits where you start talking about science and all that rubbish?"


Wamblee, Odakotah answers, "The games? Ha!" He takes a deep breath before he starts laughing again. "Well! There are three categories - the physical trials, the magical trials, and the hunting trials."

"The hunting is self-evident, I trust, haha! The physical trials include spear throwing, wrestling, and climbing."

"The magical trials are duels between magicians - not to harm each other, just to outdo one another's spells. Quite a show, I'll tell you!"

He snaps his fingers. "Oh! And I forgot! There is also a grand tshala tournament going for all eight days. Ha! Never played the game much myself." He takes another deep breath, slightly winded from the long speech.


Iniga, Margherita shrugs and climbs upon her pogona. The low creature does not add any height to the ifrit - she may even be shorter upon the thing. Donning a helmet that covers all but her mouth, nose and eyes, she gives you a loose salute. "You are welcome to come as you will, amico!" She slaps the lizard on the back of the head, and she is off into the Forest upon the smooth gait of the pogona.

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