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Scowling as the zombie shambles towards him, red eye blazing with Pharasma's Will, he draws his dagger from his belt and strikes!
Attack with Dagger,
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DM_Awesome: Initiative
Sorry for my slow posting gentlemen. Had a couple hectic days. Should be full speed ahead now.
DM_Awesome: incase the pm didn't do the dice roll correctly. perception
DM_Awesome: As the young man heads away from the cellar stairs Aluar steps out from his hiding spot, useless since he was seen. He moves towards the stairs briskly, scoops a rock from the ground, and begins casting a spell. He pauses a moment studying the stairs then descends.
DM_Awesome: Aluar moves silently splitting off after the young man as his companions stop to have words with the older. He keeps to the shadows as he trails him, watching where he is heading.
DM_Awesome: if possible I would like to attempt to stealth, granted there is some cover, and follow the other man towards the house.
Stealth roll And a perception check to overhear their whisper at a distance if possible.
Aluar hastens to catch up with Gryfford as he leaves the temple. Reaching down as he passes through the doorway he grabs a longbow which he had left leaning against the door frame. Picking up his pace to a jog, it isn't long before he is striding up beside the large gladiator. Falling in to step Aluar says matter-of-factly, "No one should go alone in to what we face. I will watch your back."
"Jean," nods Arasmes "Yesterday we talked of swearing peace while we quest to save this place. Are you still willing?" "To require peace we must first be enemies. I do not recall naming you so. Let us be to work, if you are a hunter of the undead as you say, then we require no peace, companion."
"The vineyards then?
"I am here." Aluar announces walking through the open temple doors, his broad-brimmed hat pulled low to guard from the morning sun. Grabbing a handful of fruits he stuffs a couple in his coat pocket while proceeding to bite in to one. He then pours himself a cup of water, throws a piece of meat on a pastry, and takes a seat at the table.
Huzzah!!! Our first xp points! Great gaming everyone, been missing this kind of RP in my table game sessions
Aluar remains at the tavern for most of the evening. He takes his meal with his companions but is quiet, if approached he quietly replies that he is full of thoughts this night and few words.
DM's prerogative!
Aluar snatches his hands back and clutches his holy symbol pulling it from his left sleeve. He stares down at the silver spiral in his right palm, features heavy and eyes distant. With a slight almost imperceptible nod as if he just came to some conclusion, Aluar draws a dagger and marks three more notches on his holy symbol before replacing the blade to its sheath. One notch a small distance from the beginning of the piece, the second about halfway along it, and the third near the end.
Aluar stretches out a single finger and raises his hat with it clearing his vision, he leans forward from his reclining position and lightly places his hands on the table near the book.
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"This is polite, if I was not I may take offense, to being called a 'Soultaker'." Aluar gives a quick nod to Gryfford. Brave man, but foolish, this vampire hunter is jumpy he may have actually attacked. "I help to bring new life in to this world and old ones find a final rest, never once have I acquired a soul in my duties to Pharasma." Aluar turns to the table and sits down leaving Arasmes and Gryfford at his back ignoring the uncertain looks of the others."I will stay."
sense motive DC 20 for gut assessment of social situation: seems more curious than threatening like he isn't sure what he is seeing.
"Not mystery, Yolk, the cloak of my faith. Even dwarves stand before my Lady at their end." Aluar let his eyes scan the room, going from one person to the next, the look of distaste and irritation clear on his face. His eyes finally settle on Angus and he speaks hurriedly, "I have no mother, I have no father. I was born in to this world from the grave and one day I shall return to it." The recitation of these words seeming empty and hollow, and they ring in the air a moment as he pauses, his right eye cooling as if a coal devoid of air. Aluar then removes the spiral of silver metal affixed to his coat's left sleeve and tosses it upon the table for all to see. Many notches are marked upon the length of the spiral from beginning to end. "Between those two events this is what I do. Each mark is a soul that I have helped make the journey to stand before Pharasma. I was guided by the spirits of the dead amassing in this land. This right eye of mine you see that gives me my pretty face, can't see a damn thing out of it, except those that should be in a grave or escaped from one. A little souvenir of my unusual birth. Which brings me to a curious little situation..." Suddenly his attention shifts to Arasmes, staring straight at him , his right eye smoldering again. "I can see you in both eyes." Aluar averts his attention back to Angus. "Though, I think we are here to see if we can help you, not talk about us. So, tell us what it is you know, friend, dwarf."
"You have things to tell us dwarf of Erastil? Stories of strange happenings? My fellow..." Aluar pauses a moment as he looks over the men in his company briefly and quickly carries on, "...companions and I have waited quite some time to hear what you have to say.
Cringing at the dwarf's harsh volume, Aluar responds with "I have one eye dwarf, I am not deaf..." twisting a black gloved finger in his ear he continues, "and you can call me Jean."
The man named Aluar says something in a strange language "હું તેને ક્યાં નથી પકડી હતી." Abyssal Language:
"I didn't catch it either." He smiles at you from beneath his hat, "Call me Jean White. What are you called?"
Aluar heads for the door as he turns away from the woman and her startled glance at his face. He pulls it open as if to storm out but hesitates, leans against the door frame, and glances back at the table while holding out a hand invitingly. "What are you all waitin for, an invitation?" He flashes a sharp grin, which only serves to make his scar and eye look more menacing, and slips out of the inn.
Wouldn't local be to know if there are any residing or specific ones in this area, and nature would be to know in general about werewolves or lycans, such as their abilities and how to kill them and to know about the disease lycanthropy?
Knowledge Religion roll Aluar quickly turns his ride side away from the redheaded woman as his left eye scrutinizes her from head to toe. Grabbing his hat from the table he places it on his head tilted down over the right side of his face. Aluar asks in a harsh tone, a bit of impatience in his words, "Where is he?"
"Hello stranger! We are waiting for Angus ourselves. I was just about to buy some hot lunch and some warm ale - join us?" Arasmes asked cheerfully, gesturing expansively at the table. Aluar reaches to his right grabbing a chair from another table of patrons. They stare at him for a moment, glancing at his red eye and scarred face before averting their faces. Aluar does not seem to notice them as he turns the chair to your table and sits down. Aluar gazes at Arasmes, his head tilts to the side a bit as he peers inquisitively at him for a brief moment, then turns his sight upon the rest of the group, each one in turn with a brief pause letting his eyes settle upon them. Grabbing a mug from the table he takes a long drink, then leans forward removing his hat and attempts to catch up on the conversation at the table.
Aluar trudged through the mud churned streets of Sandport. Lightning forked overhead and cacauphonous rumbles of thunder shook the night. He had waited through the storm's beginning at Angus' house but as the hours passed, the man did not show, and the rain's intensity grew forcing him to seek shelter at the local inn. He stood outside the inn gazing at the door. A curious sight he thought, the lights from beyond shinning around the edges giving the portal the appearance of a doorway to some magical or ominous place. The roars of revelry from within rivaled the thunders threatening cries above. Aluar opened the door without hesitation and swept inside. The heavy door slammed in to the wall drawing all eyes as a draft of cold wet air swirled in to the room. The merry celebration going on at a table surrounded by five men suddenly ceasing. Rebounding from the wall the door swung shut again closing out the stormy night. The man named Aluar strode forward presenting himself before the table of adventurers with his left side facing them, his head tilted up to regard them with his left eye.
Knowledge Religion:
"I seek a man named Angus. Do any of you know him?" Puddles are forming beneath him as rain water drips from his coat and hat to fall upon the floor.
Adriel, does wearing the armored kilt with a haramaki calculate as if you are wearing medium armor? I believe the kilt makes any light armor it is added to medium armor, which would count for the haramaki. Also when we post interactions with the NPC's are we allowed to assume some of their actions or should we wait for DM response with their reactions? Presently I have Aluar at Angus' house awaiting him but if he doesn't answer I'll have Aluar head to the inn once everyone arrives.
As for the neg energy burst + touch of glory + undead bless. I will gladly volunteer to stay >30 ft. away at all times from that!
Sounds like a good plan to me. Also very excited to begin.
Yep that's right Adriel. That's why it will work out! I can bend or break the rules as needed.
Oh man, sorry to say but Aluar might purge your dog a few times. Undead need destroying. This could be cool Arasmes, I think you and I might be going back and forth a lot. We'll either end up killing each other cause Aluar can't abide you using undead.... or becoming best friends cause I convinced you to destroy them on the spot.
I was most likely going to avoid any cure spells as the inquisitor. Going along with his RP of Pharasma, if its their time to die....well I'm not gonna stop it, unless they are too young to die. This could get interesting with the undead lord summoning undead. And Aluar an Inquisitor of Pharasma, who does not like people who mess with the dead, especially ones who raise the dead, as it is blasphemous and thievery from Pharasma. Could make for some interesting RP back and forth.
of course it would help if I remember to post as Aluar lol. my bad for the triple post. Newb question: are multiple posts back to back frowned upon?
Hey every one! First time PbP as well but long time pathfinder player. Congrats to the rest of the group that made it in! I'm excited to begin! Anyone checking out Angus' house at night may encounter Aluar, as he is posted up outside awaiting to speak to the man(at least for a little bit). And it seems like every one else in the group went to the temple to meet Angus!
For your consideration... Name: Aluar Race: Human Story:
Aluar was born in a small village with a terrible history. At least, that is what he was told by the priest's of Pharasma who raised him. Found as a small boy on the cusp of death and un-death, surrounded by a village fallen to the undead.
He spent his life learning about the Lady of the Grave, and the abomination which he had almost become. He would carry the scar of the Wight's touch forever, his right eye charred, a strange red glow showing as a small pupil within. The Veil, forever within his sight now. ]At times he would see the spirits of the dead as they passed over. A fleeting glimpse here and there. A strange sensation when spirits were present, or a foul foreboding when undead were near. Now at 24, trained in the ways of his saviors, he sets out to do the biding of Pharasma. For death is every where, and so must Pharasma's agents be. Personality:
Aluar is consumed by his faith. Having spent most of his time among the dead and hunting the undead, he can seem a bit brusque and strange to the living. He is slow to judge others, treating all with equality be they high or low, for it is not his place but that of The Lady of the Grave, whom he serves.
He shows an unusual kindness to new life of any form, and will defend the adolescent who have yet to reach maturity. RP Sample: The man who's name was Aluar, unbeknownst to him, strode purposefully down the twilight darkened road running through Sandpoint. He did not notice the few people still out at this hour moving hurriedly to avoid his poorly concealed face. He would usually take more care in covering it, the less it was seen, the less people feared him, the less they looked at him as if he were the monsters he hunted and the less they judged him for what they did not know. His eye smoldered with his mood. That makes... Glancing down at his hands holding a piece of silver in the shape of an outward spiral, he marks another line in to the metal near the center to accompany the others, ...six now, in the last two weeks, all children. The numbers are escalating and I have no answers. Replacing the silver spiral to its place on the left sleeve of his coat, the man named Aluar walks on. He was coming from observing his last funeral rites of the day. Something he does more frequently now after arriving in the city a month and three days ago. His visions were correct and death was heavy on the land of Virisia. The spirits his right eye glimpsed had led him to Sandpoint and it seemed as if they were correct. More death was to come, the influences of Pharasma were needed here gravely. Perhaps this knight of plow shears really knows something. The man named Aluar raises his hand to knock upon the door where Angus McDarrow was said to live, knocks twice loudly, and waits impatiently for an answer. |