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I'll be around most likely.
Anchard raises a brow at the length of time the man needs to consider Lady Tanariel's offer, but says nothing to make things weird.
Is the campaign dead? Uh, might be a done deal. Gm is still active elsewhere in other game and in recruitment threads. This campaign may have been abandoned.
In case no one has noticed, it appears paizo has been having issues with their site and people are being logged out so you might not being seeing updates to your pbps. I missed a week before noticing something was going on.
Perhaps some sort of an agreement can be made in exchange if we are set on paying another's debt? Anchard sighed. Maybe our goals align in some unknown way, should the gods fate it so.
Fyi, I am travelling abroad and finding internet access is scarcer than I originally predicted. So posting may be spotty through Wed or Thru. Apologies for any delay it causes.
It is clear to Aerdy that Anchard appreciates cutting the pleasantries. Anchard lends a rare smile and leans in to speak so his question is clearly heard,
Anchard wonders how long he has been looking for the counsel of one Aerdy Conrad and for a moment wonders how his companions faired at their competitions.
My ladyfriend was diagnosed with cancer in her lady parts friday... Hoping the best for you and your friend
Meanwhile Anchard continues his search...
Nevermind, if magic is allowed I doubt I can channel enough energy to win. I'm going to find Aerdy Conrad. Where is he at this moment? If Anchard can not find an answer to his question he will seek out someone that knows where he is or personally seek him out.
Sorry, where is Aerdy Conrad?
No one seems to know or care where he has gone off to. We need to do some information gathering outside of the sphere the jarl's influence but until this man surfaces again, there isn't any harm in garnering these peoples respect through fair competition. Anchard pauses a moment before asking rhetorically, I wonder if divine influence is banned from the fire walking and coal holding competitions. I reckon I might stand good chance of winning one of those.
Armory: Understood... appreciated. Anchard nods though is fighting to keep interested in what sounds like charity and as the noise from the courtyard builds. Anchard moves to observe exactly what is causing the ruckus.
Welcome back Thrand?
Spoiler: Anchard takes a long sideways look at his companions before replying, We might keep an eye out for something along those lines, easy enough I suppose. If we happen to find something and then happen back through, it is as good as done. However, do not let us get your hopes up too much. I suspect the way we got here will be the same way home; teleportation that it.
Armory: Little seems peaceful, Anchard replies with a solemn tone. Finding this funny man is or may be paramount to our mission and as soon as our proper respects are paid here, we will see to our business. If you wish to make an open offer to look into something as opportunity arises we will lend aid if we know how. We would accept any royal employ as long as it does not interfere with our primary objective and does not conflict with any moral standing or personal beliefs.
Anchard remains with Cerian and the Jarl if his company is still welcome. People of power and influence were dangerous, but their favor was too often worth the risk.
Anchard fights the urge to roll his eyes, the thought of being ignored and having to repeat himself settled the matter on whether this was a waste of time or not. However the risk of offending those in power and influence wasn't lost to him. "Joramy, the goddess of fire, volcanoes, wrath, anger, and quarrels. Domains of battle, destruction, fire, and war. Her following is not numerous, but we make up for the numbers by maximizing the efforts of our impact. And what of you? What is the dominant faith here and why is there no established cleric?"
Seraph of Jeromy, Anchard Wulfphear. Anchard announced and obliged the formality with a courteous bow and quickly followed the directions to his place at the table.
Anchard delivers his mace with no hesitancy. With a concerned curiosity he asks, Normal custom or is there a known threat to the Jarl's life?
Apologies, Berlin's baby should have actually been Gervin's baby...
With a cold yet efficient execution the delivering Berlin's child is carried out flawlessly. The one and only situation concerning birth of a child that Anchard had ever remotely even considered during his training was the exact situation he had needed, and recalling the information as easy as if he had been reading it from a text book. With Cerian's assistance, the service provided was nearly the best one could hope for.
Mountain Hearth Inn:
You need a midwife, or at the least a physician. Not a priest. Anchard chides a moment longer, counting through the coins
If Gervin is sincere: I won't call you lucky, as I only have a basic understanding of human anatomy, but it is better than leaving your wife to chance. I will need to pick up proper tools before we head to help your wife. You can tell me her name along the way.
Mountain Hearth Inn: The look of flippant annoyance is clear on Anchard's face as he looks at Gervin. Surely you'll come to understand the irony of your inquiry. You heard that I specifically might be able to heal your wife. I am a Jeromian Seraph. Jeromy, the goddess of quarrels and disputes. He raises his arms from the table with palms up and fingers tensed. My arms are charred to ashen cinders. Who told you I was a healer when I carry scars like these? How much is 'all your gold anyway' and why do you think that whatever pittance you have offered is the currency this Seraph wants? You seek the power of the divine to heal your wife, but then toss gold at the faithful like I am a mercenary. After giving the man a chance to respond, Anchard relaxes and leans back with a sigh, What is wrong with your wife? Is it disease? Poison? Broken bones? Anchard's eyes scanned the man's hands reactively after his last question looking for signs that Gervin might have been recently in a one sided fight.
Mountain Hearth Inn: Wave him over if you wish, I'll spare time for anything while we are forced to wait for the Jarl. Here would be preferable to a hand full of other places
If we are forced into a situation where we must, then I will take solace knowing I am making the world a safer place. Be careful though, many simple looking problems that persist through time in settled areas are often more complex and sinister than they may seem. Anchard replies scanning the occupants of the room.
Mountain Hearth: With a heavy sigh, Anchard finds a spot to enjoy the peacefulness of decent clientele and is happy to nibble at more food despite the meal he had so recently and the idle company of Cerian. Suppose we should put together a plan of recourse should the Jarl prove to be less than supportive of our wayward group. We may have need of mounts for travel and maybe a hand or two to steer and man the provisions. I don't know how trustworthy a couple of our new companions are, but thankfully it is only a couple.
We might save time by avoiding a place that is solely known to have a bad reputation for no specific reason. Violence and crime may be the least of your worries if the food there is toxic. I'll prefer to wait at the Mountain Hearth. We can meet back here just before our audience with the Jarl. Anchard says stifling a yawn before heading out to the Hearth. Along the way he takes particular attention to looking at their religious buildings to get a feel for the dominant faith.
So then I suppose we are guests here until tonight's introduction?
Brooding and showing no interest in understanding the amusement Borg was reminiscing for joy, Anchard speaks plainly and matter-of-factly, Our missive alone sends us to him to retrieve information. The value of said information is yet to be seen, but we have little other choice in the matter. Where was he last seen? Do you know where he was headed or where we might look to find him now?
We were all allowed to adjust our character wealth to 6000g total. If you have spent 5911 that leaves your character with 89gp left. Correct me if I am wrong.
Always in favor of staying low and out of unwanted attention's path, Anchard seeks to stay with the majority of the others wherever that may lead him. Should their numbers be divided to only a few to each group, Anchard chooses agreeableness, or at least perceived agreeableness, with his own personality and stays close to Cerian. When lunch is eminent, Anchard favors Jark with an audience.
Anchard reloads his crossbow, keeping his aim to the ground and joins Cerian, though more in aloofness than reliving the moments of battle. Anchard took notice that the human strangers thanked Kord, despite the obvious blassing from Jeromy, but Anchard cared little for their misplaced givings. He cared only that his companions survived and watched how they interacted with each other to get better insight on how better to deal with them in the future. They were a strong party, made so by the diverse range of skills and abilities each one possessed; a boon in his travels to be in such favorable a situation to allow his own abilities in channeling Jeromy's powers to improve.
Striking forward along side Mogwag, Anchard raises his crossbow and fires at the closest orc. Move in! The purity of our fire burns hot, even in the face of powerful foes.
Let us carry righteous fury to our enemies. Anchard says matter of factly just before the teleportation spell shuntd him to somewhere .... else? As the magical energy of the spell flashes away only to be replaced by orcs and possibly defeated humans, Anchard almost reflexively holds out his scorched arm, fingers wrapped around the iron holy symbol of Jeromy. Forge our will and our aim with the fires of cleansing! Anchard calls, opening the gates of his soul to spill the divine energy of his deity in the form of a blessing.
More than happy to blend into the background as the others interact, Anchard keeps his arms crossed and his hands away from anything that might belong to the old man and the owner of the other personality in the old man. However, at the proposal of walking Anchard is compelled to interject with a audible cough before adding, Three weeks by horse. Granted I too find our employer's selection of employees to be as bizarre as they colorful, but in working with you all over the last several weeks, I have nothing but confidence that this is the best we will need.
Anchard claps his hands together with a finality, Alright, barring anything else, let's get going.
As you wish, and so I shall. Anchard accedes, taking the wand from Kithariel and holstering into his left wrist sheathe. After a moment Anchard nods to acknowledge Cerian for their the shared past from before the last adventure and inquires, "You appear well Cerian, and hope you feel the same. I recall Bonifacius, Shortnose, and Alistair went with you when we were last together, hopefully you do not have unfortunate news about their fate to share, do you?
I am Seraph Anchard, Cleric of Jeromy, goddess of fiery righteousness. For those unfamiliar with Jeromy, she is not the goddess of healing so do not expect miracles in combat that turn the tides of battle by reinvigorating you and sealing your wounds. Anchard starts, though his tone is far from energized or passionate as those familiar with Jeremy's followers. Anchard holds out his charred forearms and hands adding Jeromy chose me to channel her power after avenging my father, and did not see it appropriate to reverse the damage her flames left on my skin. If you need quick recovery, lend me a wand of wound curing, and I will gladly provide healing through another god' s good graces. The gates to positive energy are barely open for me. Jeromy favors any flame that burns hot enough to carry out her goals. On a side note, coincidently, I hail from the Theocracy of Pale and have learned to be fluent in dwarvish tongue and letters as most merchant families do. This facet should be useful in and around the Rakker Mountains and for the purposes of our missive.
I suppose it won't hinder us and it could be useful to know in a pinch. Tanariel, why don't you start so as to set the example and demonstrate what you mean. Anchard says crossing his scorched arms in pursuit of a comfortable position.
Thankfully we are utilizing teleportation. A distance so great would take over a month to travel, and the Rakers mountains are nothing to balk at. I am ready to go as soon as the method of teleport is ready.
I have no preference either way on recruiting or how to move forward.
Just outside the lamplight's illumination Anchard chimes, I too have been studying the planes since our return. Are we to be split into smaller groups to tackle more than one objective again? Or does this time only have one objective and therefore only one team? |