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Sorry to hear that Idyll! We're you interested in reviving the game? I believe most of us are still quite active here.
*sigh* nope
Andre nods along with Allysen. Your right, he may not want to come with us or submit to questioning, that goes without saying. If he attacks, then we defend ourselves. Just be careful, ok? This is more important to me then you know.
I hate writing posts on a iPhone. Its akward and my grammar goes out the window, sorry =\
Once the group is out on the street Andre motions them all in close. Guys, I need to tell you something. I think you all diserve to know. I have been looking for Lamm for the last six months. You know that I lost my wife Elise shortly before I joined the guard. Well since then I have some things I'm not proud of inorder to track down her killer. I don't know much, but several leads I have uncovered have pointed towards Lamm. I don't know if he killed her, but of he didn't then he might know who did. So if we find this bastard tonight, we need to take him alive alright? I need...[/b Voice cracking Andre takes a deep breath and composes himself. [b]I need this, ok? Loosening his logs word from he scabbard he looks each of his friends in the eye before continuing. I've learned a few things about breaking and entering in the last year. I'll scout the warehouse if you want me too. Coughing into his hand Andre looks ashamed before he continues. And I can also get us past any locks we might find. Shugging at the akward situation Andre sighs. Does anyone need to grab their gear? If not, let's get this done. Grimly finishes Andre a hard look comming into his eye. I love you Elise, gods forgive me but I will do anything it takes to find the man that took you away from me.
Thats a fair point Idyll.
Looking up sharply from the ale in front him. Andre's eyes take on a hard glint. "Did you say Gaedran Lamm? You know where he is?" Rising from the table. Andre throws a few coins onto the table. He yells, heading for the door. Half dragging Graxlo behind him. "You can explain on the way miss. But we don't have a moment to lose. I don't want to let this bastard slip out of my fingers."
Gold wedding ring glimmering in the candlelight, Andre slowly raises the mug to his lips taking a long sip of Ale. I really should be out there looking, not sitting here drinking when her killer is still out there on the loose. The temple huh? I though he swore he was done with that. Well people change I suppose. Just look at what happened to Goldfist and Verik. One got a promotion and one got the boot. I still don't understand how he managed to slip out of those charges, the bastard!" Emphasizing his point Andre slams his empty mug on the table calls for another. As the new mug is brought to the table. He looks around at each one of his friends in the eye before slow raising his mug. "To friends long gone, but here in our hearts,
Either way, but I'm ok with a 5man team for now.
Andre nods in understand at Garridan's comment. "Yea, I hate the patrols around the Acadame. Just be lucky it was a pseudodragon and not a imp. Vile little creatures." As Andre takes in all of his old companions back in one place for the first time in months, his sullen demeanor cracks for half a second, before the perpetual frown reasserts itself. "Nothing new Pai. Eat, sleep, work." Spitting into the gutter he wipes his hand across his mouth "So are we going to stand around in the street all night like a group of wet behind the ears boots, or are we getting that drink?"
Eight months, eight months of dealing with corruption, ineptitude and greed, it was almost more the Andre could stand. Sitting on the buttress of a cracked statue to some forgotten plentintitmpory from ancient Azalant, Andre slowly rolled a cigarette. He had quit months ago, but it was the action... the concentration behind it that calmed him. He dident crave the first pull anymore, well, mostly didn't. Tapping his foot he scanned the courtyard waiting for the first of his friends to arrive. It had been too long since they had all been together. Looking back to when they had fist went though training it had been an easyier, more simple time. Before he had to deal with the likes of Verik and his ilk. Spotting the first of his friends to arrive he tucked the cigarette behind his ear and rose to greet them. They were good people. He would miss them when he was gone.
As the holy energy floods into Andre he gives a grunt as the pain in his shoulders, neck and head are soothed away. "Thanks Allysen." As he turns to leave towards the male barracks he pauses at the doorway and turns back to her. "For what it's worth... I think we can make a difference out here. I saw how you acted today, and I'm glad that I am not the only one that was disgusted by Vancasterkins actions, Thanks." Turning, Andre strides out the door. Pharasma, if it's by your will then let tomorrow be better then today was. Lookout for the child and let Elise know I'll see her soon. Amen
"Whats so funny sir? Andre asks as he escorts the child towards the guards. "And why are you disappointed that we did our duty?"
"Easy for you to say. I lose my job doing the right thing, I've still got mouths to feed.", Garridan grumbles. Andre head snaps up at the comment. "Yea, you do, so consider yourself lucky. Not everyone does." Rubbing his chin in speculation Andre continues. The guard won't be pleased if we go over the Sergeants head. I say we bring the kid to Vancasterkin, and when we get to the Citadel we find Soldado and explain what we saw. Between the extra gold we saw the Sergeant pocket, the intimidation and the stealing from merchants, we might have something."
I say we bring the kid in ourselves directly to a magistrate. We already know that the sarge has been acting unlawfully. Moreover, I'm intrigued why he diverted us away from the rest of his hyjinks. Clearly he wanted to be rid of us, so he got this kid to be the 'patsy' and keep us busy, while he did whatever it was that he didn't want us around for. If we bring the kid back, we give him the option of acting against us. If we follow the rule of law we bring the "witness" back to write a statement of events. Looking around towards the street, Andre pauses for a moment. I want to do what's right. And bringing the kid back to Vancasterkin is setting him up to get kicked around like a dog.
Heart hammering in his chest, Andre bounds up the stairwell willing his legs to move faster and faster. Breathlessly reaching the second level of the warehouse Andre follows the sound of Garridan's voice, though the maze of hallways and rooms. Finally, he bursts into the room where he heard Garridan's voice coming from. Chest heaving he wipes the sweat off his brow with one hand. Sorry... whew... it took... me a... little... while... to get... here.
Andre bursts into the warehouse door, looking around, he tries to get a handle on his surroundings.
Flailing as he makes the jump, Andre desperately tries to find a handhold on the building. Sliding off the roof he gracelessly plummets to the ground. "Uff!" That’s going to leave a nasty bruise, come tomorrow Checking himself over Andre doesn't feel any broken bones, but he can already feel a headache coming on from the rough jar. As Andre hears Garridan, he blearily pushes himself to his feet. He's in the warehouse? Half running, half stumbling Andre looks around at the base of the building for a exit to cover.
Garridan! Theres a skylight that leads into building. Try going though the window, he might have gone that way. There’s some roofs that he might have ran along as well, I’ll check them. Dammit, I hope I don’t break my leg! This is stupid Andre, really, really stupid Running as fast as he can, Andre tries to leap the building gap.
It looks like he tried to climb up to the second roof! Yells Andre kneeling for a moment next to the broken tiles.
Quick! Allysen, Garridan, he's on the roof! Andre shouts while pointing towards the head overlooking the alley.
As Andre starts climbing he yells down to the others. This is a bad situation. Either we turn him in, or we let him go and hope the Sarg dosen't catch him, because I don't think he would make it back to the citadel.
Ok, so we know be went north, but did he take the alley or the roofs. I know we are on a hurry, but let me check something. looking around at the crossroad Andre kneels down and checks for signs of someone rapidly fleeing.
"Fine, whatever sir". Keeping one hand on his sword and the second on his shield Andre follows Garridan and Allysen into the press of bodies. Once they are out of earshot of the Sergeant and his cronies, Andre mutters two his companions. "I don't know about you, but Karralo got what he deserved. My father was a merchant, these are people just the same as us trying to make do the best they can. The guard is supposed to protect them, not make their life's harder. A guy like Verik makes me sick. I don't care what he says, there's got to be a way to make this better."
Sergeant, what ever hit Karralo... that wouldent have anything to do with the fact that your coin purse is quite a bit larger then when you went into market did it? I mean, sure I'm new to the guard... but that Has to look weird, especially since I don't see a bank of Abadar aroud here. I bet that if we talked to some of the merchants down there, they would say that you gave thim a classic shake down. Sir you brought this violence down on yourself. Besides between your stealing, drinking and the general sexual harrassment that you have shown towards Allysen, I would say that the Korvosa Arbiters would be very interested in my statment. Sir how about you leave the coins where you found them and then we go get some medical attention for Karralo. I want to help these people sir and turning this into a riot won't help a lick.
"Forgive me for asking, sir, but are we not supposed to be sober on duty? And are we not supposed to be examples to these people?"
Crossing his arms and stepping up next to Allysen, Andre nods in agreement. "She's right sergeant, if we had to act as witnesses to an event, our testomony wouldent hold up if the defense knew our patrol officer had been drinking on the job. Just a suggestion sir but you might want to hold off until after duty." And bastards like you are the reason why the guard was never able to find my wifes killer. Too busy poaching on the harmless and shaking down the poor... people like you make me sick.
Haha I actually though that the sergeant was referring to Malder and Karralo at first glance, but yea your right, he's a dick and I dont like how he looks at Allysen.
As his first taste of liberty is granted Andre steps out from Citadel Volshyenek and takes in the fresh air then glances over the Jeggare Harbor. Could be a while before I get this oppertunity again. Andre glances in the sun in the sky. If I move quickly I should have enough time. Its only a little south of here. Alright, time get moving Andre Andre skits the river and works his way south, keeping his left shoulder to the city wall most of the way. Occasionally he will stop and speak to merchant, inquiring about a particular item. Finally he finds what he was seeking, and delicately he wraps it up, not minding the outrageous price the merchant was asking. Traveling for another thirty minuets Andre finds himself facing the gates of the Grey District. Depositing a few coppers at the gate to the acolyte of Pharasma, Andre nods respectively before entering. Weaving his way around the crypts, and tombstones Andre finally arrives at a grey marble tombstone laying under the shade of a poplar tree. Here lays Elise Cyre, A loved one sleeping. Wife, Mother and Friend. She will not be forgotten. Digging into his pack Andre retrieves the carefully wrapped package. Delicately unfolding his he withdraws a single white and purple orchid. and lays it on his wife's grave. I'm sorry its been so long since I visited you love, and I know you always loved these. I... I have joined the guard. I don't know how I can go on without you, but I just have to do something. Maybe now I'll find the bastard that took you way from me. I won't stop, I promise you. I'll find him, I swear it. I love you, forever and always. We will be together soon. I promise. Rising from his wife's grave, a single tear rolls down Andres face. "I'll try to visit as soon as I can Elise. I miss you." With a deep sigh, Andre steps away from the grave and makes his way back towards Citadel Volshyenek, when he arrives he checks over his gear and then reports for his evening duty.
I can tell you though based on real life experience when I was in boot camp years ago, we got paid next to nothing, it wasn't until we graduated that I started making a little bit of cash.
There are rules under the profession skill. If you wanted you could base it off that? And I'm glad to have you back, and that things have worked out back home.
I'll admit, I'm a little concerned.
Hey guys, I'm going out of town for the weekend with my wife, I should have Internet on my phone but in case I lose it, I wanted you to know about my absence.
GM Idyll: I hope everything is going better for you!
Sorry to hear that =/
"Your right Pai. I honestly though they would slap a spear in our hands and tell us to learn as we go. I like that they keep us busy though. It makes the time go by quickly. I'm ready to eat. Looks like the sergeant wants us to form up. We better get in line." Shuffling along with the others Andre forms up in line, awaiting his next set of orders.
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Perhaps I should have ate the food last night after all Andre can't help but think as he rises in the morning feeling tired and sore from his previous workout. During the morning exercises he is repeatedly called out by the sergeant to pick up the pace. Once he gets to the ropes he seems to be improving and quickly finishes off the climb. Following the climb his arms are so dead that he can't even do a push-up much to the ridicule of Soldado, and Andre does nearly as terrible today as yesterday when its his time to hurl a javelin. Thankfully he is able to catch a quick breather before he entered into the training ring, and able to land several solid hits with his training sword before the next combatants turn. Tired and exhausted Andre goes to get some more water. "Gotta lay off the cigarettes... and not matter how bad the food is tonight I need to eat. I can't let this happen again."
Sounds good, and not that unusual from the trust score from Carrion Crown. I'm all for it.
Using a burning candle to light his cigarette, Andre stands and gestures with it to the departing gnome. "The girl has a point, I'm not getting drummed out here on the first day. I've Too much is at stake. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Idyll, sorry about the gold mate, I saw that the AVG for a ranger was 175, so I figured that the total was 350 without doing the math. I'll scale myself back by 50
"If you got something you want to say Garridan, then say it." Andre growls from across the table. "The hall's empty because the foods bad, and people would rather eat on their own time and dime then this pig slop. And don't call me m'lord, I work for a living." Reaching for his tankard Andre takes a long drink of water before he reaches into his belt pouch and retrieves some tobacco and starts to roll it into a cigarette. "I know how the city works Garridan. Wear this cloak around town and don't be surprised if the local eateries gives you free meals. Everyone knows It's good to be friendly with the authorities. Or at least the wise ones do."
Grimly chuckling Andre leans in towards Allysen "It was a javelin actually. Ranged weaponry isn't really my expertise, but if you want to know how to use a shield and sword together, well I know a thing or two."
This food is terrible, what did they do, throw a boot into the soup to thicken it up? Looking dejectedly down at his fair the unshaven man briefly looks up at the dwarf. "The name is Andre. And honestly I don't know how you can eat this food. I wondered why I haven't seen any rats running around the keep... now I know why. Anyhow looks like we lost a few today... no surprise there"
Throwing his spoon into the bowl of slop Andre pushes it away. "Or the guard is just desperate for more men."
After several more moments against the arming dummy, Andre steps out of the ring while the next person in line steps up. Moving along the circuit circuit he reaches the ranged portion of the evaluation. Under the watchful eye of the instructor Andre hefts one of the several javelins he has brought with him. With a half run forward towards the hay target Andre lets fly with his javelin.
Just as he lets the javelin go, he seems to stumble on the gravel and his javelin flies wildly off course. "Lookout!" Andre yells as the javelin barely misses a group of recruits that are running along with weights. Cursing under his breath, as his evaluator scowls at him. Andre slinks off to the next station.
After reaching the end of the weapons portion, Andre finally comes to the last event. As he watches the recruits in-front of him pick up large wooden beams and run with them around the courtyard for ten laps Andre can't help but think that Sable Company might have been the better option. No backing out now Andre, just get it done and move on. You know this is what you need to do if you want to get a hold of that case file. Once it is his turn in line Andre squats down and lifts up the large beam and puts it over his shoulders.
Easily lifting the massive beam Andre slings it over one shoulder and begins to take off at a loping pace around the training yard.
Not just running with the heavy load, Andre sprints around the yard. Lap after lap seem to go by in the blink of a eye. Reaching the finish Andre heaves the log off his shoulders and wipes the sweat off his brow before he goes to get some water and watch the other recruits finish their tasks.
As Andre follows the crowd towards muster he mutters to the dwarf. "Your right, it took some hard lessons for me to learn my way with a blade. Pressure can yield results, but too much too quick... That can crack even stone".
Standing in front of the white haired man, Andre nods at his words. "Jakes is a good friend, better then I deserve. Thank ye' for the kind words." When Andre is handed the cloak he drapes it across his shoulders and follows the mans instructions heading into the hall.
Storing his gear in a footlocker and claiming a bottom bunk Andre heads out into the practice yard. As he watches the other guards practice with their wood-slatted swords, and run around the yard hefting logs Andre mutters a curse to himself. I came here for answers, not to run around like a beaten mule! Walking over to one of the arming dummies he studies it for a moment before he hefts his longsword . Shame to ruin a good edge, but what the hell Snapping the longsword from his sheath he draws it up in two hands before driving it down towards the dummy.
As the blade whistles down Andre leans in for a second whipping out his light shield as if anticipating a incoming blow.
Sliding up next to the Dwarf's Andre quietly listens to the exchange before dourly interjecting. Dwarven: "I doubt it friend. If this is the level of recruits that the guard is getting, I bet they will have us on the streets as soon as possible. These others... they look like they couldn't stop a runny nose, let alone a cutpurse."
Leaning against the against the lichen covered walls of the Citadel, Andre quietly reaches into his belt pouch and withdraws some tobacco and rolling papers. As he watches the ships move though the Jeggare Harbor he can't help but wonder if enlisting in the guard was a mistake. Sighing, he lights the cigarette off of a nearby torch and watches as the other new recruits to arrive. I knew the guard was hurting, but this is bad. Saw better guards on my da' caravans. Still there looks like a bit o' promise here and there. Couple o' dwarfs, some humans, a gnome. The dwarfs at least look like they can hold their own, but all said this is pretty sorry lot. Eh, looks like it's time for us to fall in. Running his hand over two day old stubble Andre picks up his shield and slings it over his shoulder, with his other hand he flicks the cigarette over the wall, then grabs his longsword and moves towards the gathering group. "Andre Cyre reporting as ordered."
Yep! Once per day, I can also take a hit for a ally that is adjacent to me, and I am all for teamwork feats.
@Garridan: Since we are both Full BAB, I wanted to get a idea from you on where you see your character progressing. Are you going to go full TWF chain eventually? 2hander? Trying to adapt a bit, since I could go Shield Spec or TWF spec, as a sword and board for my weapon focus chain as a ranger. @Idyll: I modified my feats, taking quick draw and improved shield bash. I used the remaining gold for a quick draw light shield and a breastplate. AC has been adjusted. I played the first AP book back during 3.5 so I am kinda familiar with it, but I wont let what I remember interfere with how I play.
Ah that changes things! I'll make the corrections!
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