Sorry, folks, I’m top of the initiative but I’m not quite sure what to do just yet. I’d like to settle out what’s happening for Red first. @Red, I hear you, and I agree we’re moving really fast. If you are out, sorry to see you go :(
I’m OK with where Brayka is but I’d rather not lose fellow players. I’m ok taking time to resolve if that’s an option.
Brayka spreads out the map carefully and pulls out his compass to help triangulate where they are, then looks at both the map and the terrain to see if there is something he can find to help speed the travel (Secret check, scouting lore?) "I suspect you are right, Red, but let me take a moment to see what other options there are. A dry riverbed or goat trail may afford us a similar option without being so obvious. If not, then, the roads..."
@Red, that's the way I'm reading Scout as well, but I bet Red has some pretty handy Investigate skills for the Gravelands :) @Ryiah, sounds right. I think of it in terms of dungeon crawling:
High five for PF2 newcomers! @Nenyath Ugh :) Do you need us to bot for you for a bit? Hope your clouds lift quickly!
[In the lodge] Seeing no one rise to take the scroll case with the map, Brayka shrugs and stows it on the side of his pack along with his compass. Brayka turns to the butler. "You are a person entrusted with the decorum of your station. I think you need to ask yourself, is your demeanor conveying the hospitality you have been asked to present? If you want to talk, or someone to just listen, I hope to be back in a few days. May your life be as free as your taps.". With that, the little goblin waves himself out . . . [In Caliphas] "Pardon, friends, stealth or no, there is a purchase I should make for both my speed and load bearing capability.". Brayka rejoins the group on the way out of town, mounted on a magnificent and massive Akita-breed riding dog. Its ginger-yellow ruff stirs in the wind and the pink tongue lolls with heart and warmth to rival Brayka's. Brayka and "Plum" are adjusting to both their tack and each other, but Brayka obviously is no stranger to riding canines . "Last I rode was bareback on wolves in the Pits of Geb. This feels much better." [Traveling to the Gate] Brayka and Plum get used to each other, racing ahead and behind the party to scout while in the relative safety of the rolling hills around Caliphas. (Exploration Mode: Scout) [At the Gate] Brayka presents the papers. After Ryiah, Red and Darg's exchanges, Brayka adds: "Any word on what we might find, and do you know the way to GoldenFlame? I don't think we have time to toast your assistance, but I could leave a few coin for you gents for after your shift." He unrolls the map and waggles his eyebrows hopefully. If needed:
Brayka blanches a bit at the description of the mission. After Evni passes him the papers, he makes a show to the party of stowing the travel papers in his right belt pouch. He then spreads the dossiers on the table for the party to peruse, and his eyebrows raise as he counts the number of agents. "That's a lot." He waits for Red and Nenyath to finish asking questions before adding his own. "Milady, is there anything to speed travel to and from GoldenFlame? Is there a map of it? Also," he looks balefully at the sacks "Is there anything ... err ... more voluminous or easier to handle you might provide for this mission?" Then he adds "The survivors: If they do not want our escort out, is there a site we can direct them to for support or evacuation?" As the rest of the conversation continues, Brayka picks up 2 sacks and stows them in his pack.
@SgtSplat/Darg
I had my first game just a couple months back, starting can be a steep learning curve. Don't hesitate to ask questions :) If this is the only game you are playing for now, I'd recommend setting your Post As to default to Darg. You can do this through: My Account >> Account Settings >> Messageboard Settings >> Default Alias. Hope this gives you a leg up!
Brayka takes the bottle passed over by Darg. "For Cayden Cailean," He takes a sip, careful not to spill any on his freshly buffed breastplate. "What do you think, Darg, will they pay for our stage fighting in Caliphas? Sweet barleybrew, I'm tired of being motion sick on this boat." Brayka stares at the emerging city through one green and one blue eye. His black-furred profile stands out against the shoreline with his missing left ear. "It's fortunate we joined up near Tymon. I was sad to leave the rest of the troupe, but, Pathfinding calls. Still, that's enough of Razmiran for a while. It reminds me too much of my homeland of Geb." Preferring to be prepared, Brayka's kit is already secured on his person. The grip of a forge fresh bastard sword pokes from atop its hip sheathe. Daggers sit waiting on the left forearm and right boot. A long-serviced flail and shiny new brass compass adorn each side of the pack. Secured across the back is a spiked steel round shield, sporting a fresh yellow sigil of Cayden on a white background. While the paint is fresh, the shield itself looks recently restored from some hard blows . . . akin to the new scars on its owner. Brayka hums harmonically to the tune Ryiah and Red cast over the waves, enjoying the wind and the moment.
Brayka shoots Kappa a discrete thumbs up. As Marmazine’s oration grinds on, Brayka, used to villainous monologuing from undead nobility, stalwartly endures. But Miss Marmazine possesses a fixation that even Tyrant Geb himself cannot rival. After a time, Brayka distracts himself by reciting his vows. As he contemplates, he flirts with the idea that Miss Marmazine’s verbal assault may constitute a form of oppression. Is he obliged to strike her down to liberate his friends? Is it possible that Quintus visited her and fell into despair and madness? Is it possible she is the Mosquito Witch? He opens his mouth to ask this very thing ... just as Endra’s question whips over his head. Brayka passes a hand over his suddenly sweltering brow. Shinmerford is doing strange things to his mind... |
