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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
After blustering in with the rest of the party, Judge Daramid's amiable manner puts the woodsman on the back foot, and he stands awkwardly in the parlor as the others speak. As silence falls during their host's opening pleasantries, his stomach rumbles. Suitably ashamed of his bodily needs, the pious man quickly fills his mouth with the sweet treats provided.
It isn't until Aduard brings up the availability of his tiny, nigh-nameless little town that Edison chokes momentarily upon the dry cookie, thumping his chest with a heavy (and practiced) hand as he prepares himself to respond.
M-my town, Master Bookman?! I - HACK hadn't thought...Assuredly so, Masters and Misses, he manages, his fur-laden cheeks shining bright scarlet through their insufficient cover. That said, let me AHEM , let me send a letter. I was writing to the Missus anyway, and I might -eh- prevail on her that some new folk may be coming, and worthy of some cautious hospitality and -ehm- HACK optimism.
His rustic gullet finally victorious over the sophisticated-yet-dangerous delicacy, he does follow behind Karras' and Aduard's example.
Aye, they've got the right of it, I think. He clears his throat, though his eyes stay clear. We're not done yet, m'am. There's a whole...circumstance? Yes, a whole circumstance around Adam's capture at the college, and about his -eh... father?- that has left much up in the air. Though my heart demands I return home, my spirit and and soul demand diligence here.
The paladin nods, resolved, if esophageal-ly chafed.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
In a Letter to his most-beloved Wife back home:
My Heart,
I've got this courier's promise that he can find you and return with any reply with all-do haste. There is a lot to say.
The first I should say, my Love, is that I am well, but that I cannot be returning soon.
The folk I was meant to guide -good folk, I might add- ain't done yet. It all boiled down to some cruelty, and how the people of Lepistadt were all ready to throw all the sins of which at the feet of someone: the Beast of Lepistadt -and I will say that I'm not sure I've ever seen a more frightful frame. This Beast, Adam, is near twice as tall as me, arms's thick as my waist, with patches of scales, tufts of hair, scars, and more all across his body. And yet, when I stood alongside my new friends with him, it could not have been more clear: this was no Beast. No animal. In him was the same divine spark that's in all of us; you, me, the boys, everyone. He wept at the death of a young girl -a friend of his- as much as any man would. Our opposition tried to lay at his feet the responsibility for every crime they could think of -had the prosecution more time, I imagine there'd've been more- but that's not where the truth was. If you stretched all the evidence from the scenes of the crimes out in front of you, the truth could not have been more apparent to those whose eyes are not clouded by hate and bloodlust. And in the face of all that most despicable character of Man and Mobs, there could not have been a more honest voice than that of Adam's defense council, Adivion Adrissant. The way that man stood in front of a council fit to condemn and a populace set to burn and manage to make everyone see the light...my Heart, its enough to make any cynic believe in righteousness.
And so, Adam -the Beast of Lepistadt- is free. And yet we are not done. Adam spoke of a father -in a place a bit afield of here- and farther from you all, and something compels me to pursue this trail.
There's is something wrong with all of this, my Love. I have hid in woods, waiting for wolves, worgs, or monsters more human, to make their move and prey on the innocent and helpless. But never have I huddled in darkness so pregnant with malice as this. We -these new friends and I- are not alone in it. No, there's something bigger. Meaner. Lurking. Something fit to predate on all of us; these new folk of mine have come all the way from Ravengro, in pursuit of some menacing weirdness that killed their old mentor- and mine. Every sense I have tells me that there's more to this business with Adam than we've yet seen, and that we reside now in the eye of a predator we know nothing about. And so, with greatest pain, I cannot return home until this business is done. I have made a life, a vocation, and a creed about protecting good people from the things that lurk in the darkness of our home, and I cannot turn away now. I do hope you understand.
But, please know that, despite the deep unknown into which we trek, I could not be with better, or more able folk.
There's a pair of gentlemen, both more learned than I've ever met. The first, a Master Aduard Bookman, is a most-capable wizard, apparently a noteable author -to which I defer to your expertise regarding that voracity- and I'm not sure I've ever met a man more knowledgeable in more than he. No matter the topic, no matter what clue we uncover, it always feels that he is in the know, and I am most relieved to be working alongside someone like him. The other is a Doctor, Karras. He is an amazing fellow; smart as a whip, like Master Bookman, but in different ways. He's a chemist, and he has worked more wonders with his salves and tonics in front of my own eyes than that mad apothecary Avensia back in town ever has! The man has changed his shape, my Heart. I have seen his jaw extend into a snout, his skin thicken, nails grow to savage talons. And through it all he remains so meassured of spirit that his wildness feels like a gaining of momentum, not a loss of mind. I have approached the two of them, asking about the future in a field of academia such as theirs' in regards to Tavick. They both impressed upon me the importance, the duty, and the difficulty of that path, belaboring that it is no small feat to achieve success. And yet, from their words, I drew only confidence in this young man that we have raised. If we prepare him with what these good men have equipped me, and armed as he already is with the mind he got from You, I can only believe in his success, should he choose to pursue it.
The final member of our party is a young woman named Esta. You'd like her: she's got a clever mind, and a sense of empathy and truth that turned Lepistadt to justice. It was her, and her understanding of Adam, that made me believe in his innocence in the first place. She also humbled me. There was a moment where all the ugliness of Lepistadt and the City's drive for blood moved me poorly. I was not as I should have been in that moment. I was eager to 'put things right', to draw steel against an idiot who may or may not have known better, almost meeting his call for fire with my own for blood. And yet this young woman -only so much older than Tavick!- reminded me of my purpose. She is a good person -again, she reminds me of you- and we are lucky to have her in this party. She's also got magical skills! I have seen her knit grievous wounds together effortlessly, and is also armed with her own magics of self-defense. Not to drag someone who's got no skin in it, but again, Avensia could learn a thing or two from her.
She also has a fox friend named Oolong -like that tea you like. I could not fail to disclose such a thing to you.
I have enclosed some money, hopefully enough to assist with the farm while I settle these affairs I've been dragged into. My Heart, it hurts to not be home. I miss the damn field. I miss Tavick speaking with you of things that make no sense to me, and I miss Dura's endless energy; it is a different kind of tired that fills me now. But most of all, I miss you. You are my homestead, and my peace.
But that is why I must stay with these folks, at least for now. There are things that lurk in the darkness of our home, and I feel a hunter may be needed to cull them.
Love to the boys. And all my love to you.
Your Hands,
Ed
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Edison waits for Aduard to continue; when he doesn't, the woodsman shoots the scholar a confused look before leaning forward.
We uh...proceeded inside the premises -Vorkstag's violence in the face of questioning and their willingness to use that beast presented a clear and present danger to the city. Moving inside, we were confronted with both owners and a group of...either indentured servants or slaves, I am unsure which. Vorkstag and Grine ordered their folk to attack us and joined in themselves, using combinations of magic, alchemy, and the more terrestrial type of violence. After subduing and restraining the owners and disarming the remaining workers, we searched the place.
It was an...ugly experience. An operating room behind a secret door in the basement -complete with cadaver-, more ugly, stitched together creations, and finally a- he nods his head towards Aduard. -a...skin cabinet.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
It was-AHKH the woodsman coughs heavily as he leans forward in his seat, taking in the courtroom with an unfamiliar and unwelcome weight.
It was a combination of things-...factors...good court. Not last among them was he glances towards his constituents. Goodman Karl's description of what he saw. He described -at least to us- that the creature he saw in Doc Brada's study was eight or nine feet-ish, and covered with fur, scales, and pale flesh. If'n I could direct this...fine court's attention to the defendant, I believe, you would see that rather falls short of the mark. Edison guides the public's attention to the Beast-hulking, often unmoving, and certainly terrifying, but not particularly furry, or scaled- and glances back to Adivion.
That, plus the discovery of chemikal cleaners bearing their name -they might've seen something that day, swampy terrain'n...such- is what...enthused us to look for alternatives about the Sanctuary, the only available trail of which led us to Vorkstag and Grine's. After that, the Woodsman bristles, still nursing wounds from the previous day. Vorkstag's actions at the door of their establishment spurred us to examine further.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
It does, doesn't it. Edison's eyes bore holes into the back of the ringleader as they start to fade into the dispersing crowd. He bristles at Aduard's warning.
Might be I could surprise you, Bookman. Think you're right, though. Not worth the risk. I'm unfamiliar with who might run this local constabulary; you're right again though. Oughta have those folk who abandoned their post shored-up.
I can rest with Adam tonight, he volunteers, shouldering his way back into the courthouse. He stops though, and turns to Esta.
Thank you, m'am. For the reminder of our purpose. My wife's got the good head, and sometimes my hackles get higher'n they should... He begins to mouth a couple words, as if to continue, before nodding and turning away and making his way towards the Prisoner's cell.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
The woodsman is half a step forward before young woman's plea reaches him, and he stops mid-stride, falling into a simple, noncommittal combat stance. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes, before blowing it out with a puff.
Deadeye tells us that a flock can be misled, and it is not their fault, but the fault of the land and the predator; outside forces that bend and twist and warp the mind of the flock, seeking to bear it to its destruction. A sick or mad livestock may be put down to protect the flock, but doing so does not change whatever evil exerted itself upon the beast, and does not prevent it further. Sometimes, the slow changing of the land, the scouring of predators, and ever-constant vigilance can do more than a headsman's axe...
Or woodsman's bow.
The paladin opens his eyes.
And when, pray tell, did being godly become an insult, his blue eyes turn from the agitant to the crowd as a whole. Has Pharasma not protected these lands, even as the ravages of Age old foes nip at its edges? Has not Erastil's watchful gaze and trained bow guarded our communities at the edge of the wilderness? Desna has filled and spurred our dreams as Aroden led small, young humanity to its bloom into the wider world.
We stand here, before a courthouse dedicated to law, watched over magically by the Mother of Souls, herself. Who is this man to say that I am the god botherer, as he spurs you all to march against this edifice of law in a territory that desperately needs it? He is a poison to the flock, a mad disease among the meek. He turns his gaze back to the leader.
Sir, I would be more than willing to settle this between us. And I would deal with you fairly. Draw your steel if you insist, and I will do the same. But the rest of you -all ardor and cyst and bile- leave this place, and return home. Don't indulge the poison of this man. There is more at stake here than the burning of a man; what's on the line is this city's soul, and how willing it is to throw it away by embracing bloodlust, and ignoring truth.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Now sir. Either draw that steel, or remove yourself from this premises; knowing full well that the grave you now dig is not only your own, but this city's.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Indeed! May the happiest of Holidays find you all; and may Fantastic Games await us in the Year beyond!
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Wouldn't mind a bit, Edison growls, his gauntlet kneading the leather of his sword hilt. Y'all here in Lepistadt may not know me, but it is both my business and calling to protect my flock from predators. And, well... the woodsman's eyes flash in the light of the torches as they bore towards the ringleader. Seems like there's work to be done. But something tells me our little loudmouth isn't the kind to square up one-on-one. Takes a special kind of fella to bark orders from the back, encouragin' others to face the music instead. You a manager, son?
Intimidation: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
The woodsman blows a low whistle, cracking the last crate.
I thought I was well-prepared, remind me to have a less murderous friend in the alchemy business in the future. The man's clear blue eyes focus on the dark metallic-blue of the the adamantine weapon blanche before replacing it in its crate.
Looking at all these goods, we can put Vorkstag and Grine -as an entrepreneuria...as a entry...as Money-Making entity- at the Sanctuary. The victim's testimony places someone lookin' like them -should they assume the twisted form from the...skin cabinet?- at the Sanctuary on the night of the fire. The priests at the door of the Court have been checking for lies, right? Clever questioning from y'all's barrister friend might be worth somethin'. How are y'all feeling about all this?
He leans against a broken-open crate in the basement.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
The woodsman's cursing devolves to rapid and rabid muttering, ...damned, CURSED, blighted, hauntborne sons, daughters, and otherwise of Asmoedus' crusty CO- as he pivots towards the homunculus left battered by the Good Doctor.
Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 291d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Roll to Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 111d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
He scythes the magical blade towards the creature, hissing in satisfaction as it seem to bite deep - SEE! By the HUNTSman's stalwart and DETERMINED efforts shall we be FuuuuuORTUNATELY DELIVERED. Despite his CLEAR consternation at the assault through his formidable defense, the resolute swordsman remains an available target in the middle of the room.
Remaining in flank to draw focus. Standard action to swing -almost crit!- and otherwise smile for the camera. Active AC remains 22.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Edison would love few things more than to provide necessary trajectory for Oolong!
I'll have a post up soon all ; just been fried
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
I agree! To the Sanctuaryyyyyyyyyyyy!
The ride to the Sanctuary is quite from Edison; he rides quietly, without aplomb, his eyes fixed on every blind spot, his ears twitching at the sound of every snapping twig. His hands lie relaxed as he grips the reigns, one over the pommel of a long and heavy sword, the other over a quiver of arrows, fit to burst.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
With a clink of fur-muffled armor, the man stands. Tall for a human, he stands a couple inches over six feet, his muscular frame wrapped in a brown weathered cloak, and he smells faintly of earth. His eyes are a dark blue, and his roughly-cut black hair and beard are speckled with grey. As he shifts forward, a pendant around his neck catches the light, a whittled wooden symbol of a bow and arrow. Leaned against the wall by his chair is a menacing blade with a buckler draped over the pommel, both clearly well-tended, but with obvious signs of heavy use, and lying next to those is a heavy horn bow and quiver of arrows.
His eyes quickly take in the sight and state of the new arrivals, lingering on Karras’ hat’s azure plume.
Plume’s a bit much.
He makes eye contact with each new arrival, giving the men a firm nod.
M’am, he grunts to Esta, his voice a low, rough baritone.
He flicks his gaze toward Adivion, then speaks again.
I didn’t know Lorrimor too well, m’afraid. He passed through this way some years ago; said he planned on settlin’ down with his daughter. Happened to make his acquaintance right as some trouble from the local woods was worrying folk. He was a good man, stayin’ and helpin’ a town with no name when he’s got a young’n to care for. s’only right I return the favor.
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Male LG Human (Chelaxian) Paladin 5, Ranger 1 | HP: 57/57 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 22 | F: +11, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +3 | Perc: +7, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft. (20ft. in Breastplate) | SA: Lay on Hands 4/4 /day; Smite Evil 2/2 /day | Spells: 1st - 2/2 | Active conditions:
Yump! (Above was me, not hitting the right button!
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