*shrug*
I'm still on the boards and checking in with other games, but I admit that this game hasn't gotten any steam going. Whatever the group decides is fine by me.
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actions Andre hisses, taking aim and firing again.
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Andre curses. So much for diplomacy... Swinging his arrow around, he takes aim at whichever of their foes gives him the clearest shot. for
Hi all! I am going on a belated honeymoon and will have only sporadic access to internet between now and August 4th. I’ll try to check in when I can, but please don’t hesitate to bot me if need be!
“At the moment, we have no quarrel with you that I can see,” Andre says firmly. ”We heard a struggle and found these men in this situation. We thought we’d help...if they’re bandits, give the word and we’ll bring them in for justice. But if you don’t know anything about them, why don’t we all just go on our way?” There. A chance for them to avoid bloodshed for now, at least.
Andre seems to be getting more and more agitated. "Well, we need to do something! If none of the rest of you will act, watch my back." If no one offers a more immediate plan, Andre will take his dagger and move to cut the hanging men down.
"By the horns, let's get them down!" Andre exclaims. "At the very least, they can tell us what's going on. Just watch out that it's not an ambush."
Andre stares into the woods, uneasy with the whole situation. Come on...don't dawdle.
Andre waits uneasily for the sneakier members of the group to return.
Andre frowns. "I am not...particularly skilled in that area. Why don't you and some of the others investigate, milord, and I will remain here...prepared." He draws and strings his bow.
Andre frowns, cocking his head. ”Sounds like a struggle...well, ‘milord,’ shall we investigate?” He glances at Amideo to maintain their ruse.
“Perhaps that’s what it is,” Andre ponders, “and perhaps they’re about illicit business as well...we shall see, I suppose.” He’s thoughtful and quiet on that day’s ride.
Andre frowns. ”How peculiar. But it seems like they weren’t hiding? Probably not smugglers then...I wonder why there was so much foot traffic at night. That’s very strange.”
Andre takes on the first watch willingly enough.
Good to have you back! :)
Andre begrudgingly forks over the cash needed to buy Ihon's reagents, but he accepts the finished headband with a minimum of grumbling. ("Bah, did it have to be purple?!") He's happy to take on the role of family chaplain in Amideo's "entourage" as well, and buys his own horse.
Andre nods. "It makes sense. You have a chronicler, an arcanist, a bodyguard, and a..." he strokes his beard. "Tutor? Spiritual adviser? A gentleman of sensible disposition, and of a certain age, at any rate. It could work!"
Andre will split off from Sazu and use his time in town to visit any of the temples of lawful good and neutral deities in the city, where he makes discreet inquiries about these possible rebels--who they are, what they want, and where they might be.
Andre sighs heavily as she leaves. "Helpful as petty bureaucrats ever are. Well then! Which of these locations are closest? We may as well start there." He turns to the map.
"Yes, that's correct," Andre says with a nod to Arrac. He looks like he's about to continue when the strange woman who--presumably--works for the governor interrupts them. "Excuse me!" he calls as the woman starts to depart. "What kind of rebellion, exactly, is being discussed here? What are the malcontents' complaints?"
Andre steps forward and offers his hand to Arrac. "The 'Wolf of Cheliax,' eh? Well I imagine I can glean what your particular skill set is, Arrac." Tapping the holy symbol that hangs in the middle of his chest, he says, "My name is Andre Karoxin, servant to Old Deadeye. This here is Ihon. Don't mind him, he's strange, but he's a talented diviner. Phaedra and Amideo are both skilled with blades, and Phaedra's a talented performer as well. Finally, this is Sazu--a bit of a scatterbrain, but a talented scholar and supporter."
Welcome to the party, Arrac! Sorry for the lack of greeting earlier. My show just opened last night, so I'm returning to my more regular schedule/posting rate now.
Sorry for my lack of posting, all. A show I'm directing is opening in 8 days, and I've been more swamped than I expected to be. I'll try to keep up as much as possible, but please don't hesitate to bot me if need be! I'll try to read through the submissions when I have time, but if I don't get my thoughts in, I trust you all. :)
Hmmmm. I added the last bit from the gemstones to my cash--is it possible I came in with less gold (since I entered the game late)? EDIT: neeeevermind, I definitely missed the big cash infusion from before the loot sheet was updated. Stupid page break! Ok, probably buying a magical bow now. :P
Andre nods stiffly. "Very well, then. We serve at the pleasure of the Queen." Pocketing his brooch, he heads out with the others into the city.
Andre nods and takes the brooch, but seems more hesitant than the rest to wear it, simply keeping it in his hand for the moment. "Thank you, sir. Might I ask--does the Crown have other duties for us now, or will that be all?"
Sorry! Things have been busy for me. :)
Andre, overhearing the comment, scowls. "Our first order of business should be to report to our employer, of course. If that's possible and he's not left the city..."
Andre offers to take an early shift, since he has to wake up early to pray in any case.
"Indeed," Andre says. "We'll be back soon."
"Indeed," Andre says, glaring at the imp. "We're done for now."
Andre waves, and tugs at the cord to make sure his own holy symbol is plainly visible.
Andre can hang onto the potion of remove blindness/deafness--either to use on himself or as the party medicine cabinet. At last, level up! Cleric 5
Skills: Sense Motive +1, Survival +1, Knowledge (Religion) +1 Channel Energy increases to 3d6 Can now cast 3rd-level spells! Feat: I'm trying to decide between Savior's Arrow and Alignment Channel [Evil]. While Savior's Arrow would be a lot of fun (and in specific situations could be crucial), I'm leaning toward Alignment Channel because it seems much more likely to be frequently used.
"If we can move the chests without setting off the traps, let's do that and deal with them at our leisure. As the Parables say, 'Sow now, that you may reap in the fullness of time; he who consumes his grain starves in wintertime.' Amideo, can your beast help carry them?"
Andre blinks in surprise. "I had no idea you could do that, lass!" He stands up and helps pull Amideo to his feet. "Well, you look well enough to travel, at least. Ihon, can you be more specific about these traps? Will the ones on the chests go off if we move the chests, or only if we try to open them? Can we touch the bodies on the platform, or would even that be too much pressure?"
I would agree with that...
Andre frowns when Ihon informs them all of the traps, but doesn't move from Amideo's side. "Let's touch nothing, then."
"Ha! Well done!" Andre cries. Wasting no time, he tosses aside his weapons and rushes to Amideo. Kneeling, he prays over him. "Old Deadeye, guide this warrior--favored by strange beasts and by your light--back from the forests of the dead to the warm hearth of life. Shield him as he makes the perilous journey back to the dwellings of the living, that he may protect us and all those in his care for many years to come." As he prays, his holy symbol glows steadily.
If so...: Andre relaxes slightly as Amideo's eyes flutter open, but his jaw tightens as he sees the extent of his wounds. If Amideo tries to sit up, Andre puts out a hand to stop him. "Easy, lad. Your wounds are grievous, and Erastil has already answered many prayers for me today. You must not exert yourself." Turning to the group, he calls out, "Amideo is alive! But he is still unwell. Do any of you have healing potions or the like? If not, we had best make camp here, or very nearby. I can heal him on the morn, after I have prayed to Erastil again."
Sorry for my absence in the last few weeks, all. Life threw some curveballs, but I'm back now.
Round 5 Andre grits his teeth and rushes forward, reaching out a hand as he sees Phaedra take the blow. "Erastil, protect this warrior for the law!" As he touches Phaedra on the shoulder, a brief glow surrounds her, and the demon recoils!
Having stabilized Amideo, Andre spins and takes another shot at the demon.
"Amideo! No!" Andre bellows. Reaching out his hand (and closing any distance necessary), he prays, "Old Deadeye, steady this warrior and prevent his demise. We all need more time in this world to do your work and combat these foul sons of the Abyss..." Amideo's breathing eases, though he doesn't stir.
Andre once again fires at the demon. Damnation! I can't feel Old Deadeye's blessings hardly at all...this could be a dark day if I don't manage to pull myself together! Deciding that it's time to take some risks, the priest lets out a bellow and grows up to twice his normal height!
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