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"Yeah, it's late. But look at the bright side, Father, you'll be able to kick off your ritual first thing in the morning, after a good night's sleep and a roast venison dinner. And I look forward to your version, Whiskeyjack!" Agerron actually seems in relatively good spirits.

"Yes, I think we can do as you like. Are you sure you'll be OK there by yourself?"

Agerron: I was about to get to that

Svetlana brings out a full plate of sliced boar, roasted and seasoned and two loafs of bread, setting it on the table near the fireplace. She then goes back into the main building, coming out shortly after with a pitcher of ale and an opened bottle of whiskey.

While Nero goes looking for the father, Kesten Garess approaches, a bundle of things on his back. He greats you friendly, taking in a look of your condition. Seeing you all not the worse for wear, he smiles, while dropping the bundle on the table. It clunks heavily and you can hear the clinking of coin in it as well.
"I got a little something for you." the commander of the guards speaks.
Opening it, you find a greatsword, a wand and a sack of money.
1 mwk greatsword, 1 wand of cure light wounds, 1000gp in coins from pp to sp

Nero finds the elderly cleric already in his bed.

Agerron hefts the sword and takes a few swings. "Excellant!" he says, the first smile in a few days on his face. He hands the wand to Whiskeyjack, saying, "Either you or I can use this most easily; why don't you hang on to it for now." He'll also give each person in the group 166 gp in thevarious coins. The remainder (4 gp) he gives to Svetlana to cover the meal.

He'll also see if Oleg wants to buy his old greatsword, and he'll pick up a vial of antitoxin, alchemist's fire, and acid (1 each; cost 80gp).

After all that, he'll tell the rest, "OK, so what's the plan? I say we rest tonight, and set off first thing tomorrow back to the shrine with the priest. Might as well get that taken care of. Anyone know if he's goin' to stay there by himself? May not last long if so ..."

"Aye, meat would be good, an' a little whiskey t' top off this thing. The young'n over there done drank half o' it."

"And I aim to cover the other half tonight. With yours and Nero's help, and maybe Ern's also, I figure we can drain the trading post dry!"

Sothal, a little over a year ago (real time), Agerron ordered a mwk greatsword (post here). Any idea on the status of that getting back to Oleg's?

Agerron smiles broadly, glad to be back and out of the looney-bin that passes for a wilderness out here in the Stolen Lands. "Yes, Svetlana. That would be fantastic! And some ale or lager would be much appreciated as well; I'm sorely in need of another drink. Whiskeyjack! You'll join me, I hope?"

The other voice again speaks up, in reply to Agerron's words:

[b]"We won't show ourselfs to people treating our friends much like bandits. 'The majority of you' was nothing. You quabbled about Karinna being there, and when she showed her profession, only Nero was nice enough to offer a look at it. (She took that as being condescending, by the way.)
We don't blame Ern for being wary. We blame him for the way he demanded to get information.
We blame you for not caring how your companions way reflects on you as a group.
Maybe when next we meet, you have thought about that."

With that, the image of Karinna, that stood motionless since the discussion started, vanishes and you hear the flapping of wings, flying off into the woods.

Agerron stares in the direction of the flapping, and sticks his sword into the ground. His face is beet-red, and he's obviously enraged.

"THAT"S IT! Just who in the hells do you think you are?!! We did NOT treat her like a bandit!! In case you haven't noticed, we hang bandits, run them through, burn them, and just generally KILL them! One person in our group was a little rude, and her feelings were hurt? Cry me a frackin' river! In case you hadn't noticed, we had almost everyone in our group turned into fertilizer by a blasted fern! We've got the damned Stag whats-his-name after us, and you're gonna give us crap about hurting someone's widdle feelings?!! Gorum's rusty ass-chaps, I think I'm traveling through an open-sky sanitarium! And if she's got an issue, tell her to grow a pair and say something, rather than go off crying like an infant! ARRRGGHHHH!!!"

Agerron plops down on the ground, and says, "Who the hell's got booze? I need a drink."

"The majority of us were very nice to her, actually. If she let's one bad egg spoil her day, well I have to agree with Jack that she's a bit thin-skinned. We shared our fire, and I tried to be hospitable.

"But I don't entirely blame Ern, here either. She should know that this wilderness has few friends; we were almost wiped out by a frikkin' plant creature, for hell's sake. She can't blame Ern for being a bit wary.

"So why don't you come out so we can talk?"

perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

At the mention of this being an illusion, Agerron stops moving towards it, and starts looking around for a source.

perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"Son of a bi... I'm getting a little sick of these damn plants! It's enough to turn me vegetarian out of spite!"

Agerron also dismounts and draws his blade.

Reflex 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Completely ignoring the plants' feeble attempts to grab him, he begins striding towards the figure.

"RELEASE YOUR MAGIC NOW, OR I WILL MOUNT YOUR HEAD ON A STICK ON THIS TRAIL AS A FUTURE WARNING AGAINST STUPIDITY!!!" he bellows, clearly enraged at the attack.

Initimidate 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

Agerron laughs. "Maybe. Maybe not. I think if you did that, you'd have a kingdom of all men. No offense, Majet."

The night goes by without any further interruptions. When the morning comes, Karinna is quick to rise and pack her stuff, mounting her horse without much of a word and just says a quick "So long!" when leaving the camp.

Pharast 28th, Sunday

Maping the other half of this hex will take about until noon, maybe a bit less.
Right now you are about a day's ride away from Olegs.

"Think you might have cost us an ally, there, Ern. Might wana work on those people skills."

Back now!

Sense motive on Karrina

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Well, our fame must be preceding us. So tell us, what other things have you heard about us? All good, I hope!"

Big Ern looks at Agerron, all signs of humour gone. "I'm as serious as a f&!~in' heart attack -- I don't want any vampires or werewolves or s@+% chewing my face off when I'm sleeping."

"Don't doubt for a second you were serious. And I don't intend to let my guard down for a second. But we can still be hospitable while we do so."

"Don't let the big oaf bother, you, Karrina. He's harmless. Mostly. Besides, his natural defensive odor tends to keep some of the predators at bay. And people. And non-predators. Hells, I think even orcs and trogs may get offended by it.

"In any event, if you wanna share our fire this evening, you're welcome to it. Our only charge is a good story or two."

Agerron smiles broadly, and those who have traveled with him for some time can see he's a bit friendlier than usual.

Agerron takes the woman's and gives a firm, but not overpowering, greeting. "Greetings." Agerron does peer around the area, just to see if the woman is truly alone or not.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Glad to hear you're not looking for a fight. Not very common to find that out here. So it would seem you're looking specifically for us, and now that you've found us, what can we do for you, Karinna?"

Agerron smiles, and tries to put on a good impression.

diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Agerron strides forward toward the woman. "Yes, we're chartered out of Restov. I am Agerron of Numeria. Who might you be? And are you friend or foe?"

Agreed. We need to get an actual priest out here.

Agerron looks to Whiskeyjack and Nero for answers. "Is that true? We need a priest of Deadeye out here to get it fully back up to snuff? Or do you think something else caused the downturn?"

Agerron helps Tyr to clear the cave, callin out to Nero, "May want to check this stuff for magic, just in case. Might be old relics or stuff."

Going to do the same for round 2, no changes.

round 3 -

Agerron continues to press the attack against the bear.

attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
damage 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16

Tyr looks to the bear and then looks to Agerron,

"So? Is a killer rug better than a killer rose?" He asks, stepping slowly forwards with his great sword help ready.

"Yes."

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 initiative

Agerron rushes forward with his great sword (charges).

Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Damage 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 2) + 7 = 10

"Fantastic! Didn't end up lost or as plant food for once." To Tyr, he nods. "Right. Grab what you need, and let's get this show on the road. Think it's safe to say something's occupying it now. Things never stay abandoned long."

Need extra sleep/rest due to interruption before our magic is replenished

Not sure; that whole fight lasted less than a minute. Either way, Agerron is who he is :-)

Agerron settles back down, and prepares to return to sleep. "If you want an extra half hour, you can skip breakfast. But we got too much area to explore to be sleeping in long."

Agerron takes another hack at the injured wolf.

attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
damage 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 5) + 7 = 16

As soon as he sees one, Agerron will charge the closest wolf.

attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
damage 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12

Are the wolves in melee range or no?

No armor either.

initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Glancing at his armor lying on the ground, Agerron casts shield of faith on himself.

Agerron wakes with a start, but is up pretty quickly. He reaches for his sword, and asks, "What'd you hear?"

"I'll take first watch again. Ern, I'll wake you after I'm done." Agerron absentmindedly munches on a few boar ribs while keeping on eye peeled.

take 10 on perception checks

"So if you were a shrine, where would you be? Hey, elf ... I mean, Nero. You follow ol' Deadeye; where do you guys usually make your shrines and temples? Anywhere around here look like a good spot?"

Agerron will assist, with the comment, "I think everyone ought to try and take some; this is good food out here."

surival 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Assuming you missed my note in the discussion about being in Italy this week? ;-)

Agerron heads to the burrow, his sword drawn, and readies an action to attack if the other "snout" comes out.

After realizing the thing is fairly harmless, Agerron sheathes his sword and goes back to riding along. Reaching the bramble dead end, he sighs in frustration.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"What do you see, elf? Do you need help?"

At Nero's halting, Agerron holds up and draws his sword.

Sigh. I think we'll be lost yet again ...

aid another 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Yeah, at this point I'm more concerned with a stout pair of pruning shears. Don't you think, Ern?"

Already most of the afternoon is gone by, leaving you about two more hours of daylight.

You ride on westward until you come across a game trail, pretty much leading in the same direction, if a bit more southbound.

Following that trail for a bit, you get to a suitable place for making the night camp and decide to call it a day.

So, night-camp. Any special (mundane or magical) preparations? Watch order? Something the like?

"I'll take first watch. Tyr, why don't you take middle watch? Unless you're holding back on us, I suspect you don't have any magic to prepare, so it's easier for you to inetrrupt your beauty sleep."

As he settles down for the evening, Agerron quips, "Anyone got weedkiller?"

"What did you have to do that for?" Majet snaps at Whiskey "There one of the few groups that havent tried to rob, murder or eat us and you chase them away because you cant take a joke."

"It speaks!" growls Agerron. "Welcome back to the party. Yeah, we might as well try and find this Tyg-titter-trollop and her dragon. I got a bad feeling about it, but then, I get that from most things out here."

Agerron mutters to himself, "Why can't these things just give a straight answer ..."

He comes forward a bit. "The shrine is important to some of our people, and we would like to reclaim it. And even more important, just who is Tyg-Titter-Tut?"

Agerron lets out a loud sigh. "More of these things? Yeah, try and talk nice, but I tell you ... one cut saddle strap or whatever and it's pixie-kebabs for dinner."

Agerron rides in front, also, next to Ern if necessary.

Agerron wrote:

"Why not head west to find that shrine?"

Big Ern shrugs. "Cause my suggestion's closer? Hey, if you don't want my advice, don't ask for it."

"I don't think I did, actually. It was two of the newbies. They obviously haven't learned better, yet." Agerron laughs, and smacks the big man on his back.

"Why not head west to find that shrine?"

Tyr wanders over.

"Um...what's this about a bear?" He asks.

"Eh, bear shmear. I think it might be better to get this shrine back up to snuff before we go after the Stag Lord. The free healing might come in handy and attract a few more of Deadeye's followers here. He's not really for my tastes, but there's no denying he'd be good to develop some farmland out this ways."

"I think Ern needs a bit more time to throw off the ache," Agerron finally adds, having quietly drunk his fill the previous evening. Admittedly, the fallen weren't exactly what he'd call friends, but anytime an ally falls is something he took personally.

"I suggest we wait until he's fully cured. Another day or two, hopefully."

"Right as rain...yeah, I heard that one before. I'll believe it when I'm back chopping those damn bandits into a fine paste again."

"But not kobolds. That would be wrong to chop them, for some reason I still don't get ... sorry, still get annoyed at that one. You'll be up and around before you know it."

At the commotion at the front gate, Agerron turns and looks. "Yet another traveler come to horn in on our charter?"

Agerron shakes his head and sighs. "Yep, two of 'em, now. Fantastic."