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Hi y'all, I should be able to return to the tables after this weekend. I hope you won't mind having me with you again, I know I've been sick for a very long time (I still don't feel completely fine, hopefully next week will be better). In any case I'll try to catch up and post on Monday, have a nice weekend y'all!

Hi y'all, I'm feeling slightly better, and should be able to resume my duties as PC and GM toward the end of the week, I hope. Sorry again for all the troubles I've caused you, and thank you for your understanding.

Hey y'all, sorry for the prolonged silence. I still feel very s~%@ty, I don't really have the strength to put into PbP. I'm sorry, but for now I have to pause all my games on the forum. Feel free to either kick me or bot me, either is fine. Tomorrow I'll finally get tested for COVID and I'll know what to do for this illness. Thank you for your understanding.

Guys, I'm very sorry, but I need a couple of days to get better. I caught a very bad cold, my head feels just like two balloons [cit.], I need some time to recovery. I'll try to write something Friday or Saturday, ok? Meanwhile I will get tested for COVID, hoping everything will be fine.

Belayneh grasps his holy symbol and with another prayer to the Lady of Graves he unleashes a burst of healing energy.

Channel Positive Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2 The tiefling is excluded.

Belayneh hugs the girl firmly, not to restrain her, but to comfort her.

Do not worry little one, your brother will be good, and you two will be safe with us, if you allow me and my companions to defend you from whatever danger you find yourself into.

Let me know if I need to make a CMB check. I think not, since I just want to hug her to make her feel safe, not to block her movements.

If Belayneh takes the bow, he tosses it far behind himself.

Belayneh tries to take the bow from the dazed girl.

Disarm: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 1 - 4 = 15 I don't know if 15 is enough to take the girl's weapon away.

You don't need to be afraid, your brother is just unconscious, I will heal him as soon as we sort everything out. We want to help, let us help you.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Belayneh takes his holy symbol in his hands, whispers a prayer to the Lady of Graves and releases a burst of positive energy (Standard action: channel energy), then tries to approach calmly Richelle (Move action: move 10 feet).

Channel Positive Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Young girl, why are you scared of us? We mean you and your brother no harm! We are just trying to get you out of your troubles!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Belayneh will include the younglings in his channeling, despite having the feat Selective Channel, to show he means no harm to them.

Belayneh heals his fallen companion with a touch of his hand (Standard action: rebuke death on Fascili), then moves toward the kids unarmed, arms open wide (Move action: move 20 feet).

We really mean you no arm, young ones. Please, help us, we are your friends.

Rebuke Death: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Belayne quickly run towards Fascili, to defend his body from further harm.

Please, young ones, cease your attacks toward us. We are friends! We want to help you! Sheathe your weapons, no one is here to harm you! And he drops his staff at his feet.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Belayneh can stabilize and cure Fascili next round with rebuke death.

Belayneh quickly goes for the hut's exit, once outside he assesses the situation.

What's happening Torgen? the old man sees the arrow piercing his dwarven comrade's leg and quickly approaches him, then looks toward the rock formation, Richelle? Tolwin? Belayneh shouts, Please, we mean you no harm, don't attack us! We want to understand!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Belayneh is still into the hut, but as soon as he hears Torgen's warning the cleric grips his staff tighter.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

There are tracks coming and going from the campsite to the hut. Once inside the old man looks carefully at the inside of the building.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Are the rations still in good condition? Does the bedroll seems to have been used recently?

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Hmm, these scrawlings... They could mean there is a two-headed monster in the cave, and it is involved in some sort of plan against the village of Highdelve Belayneh strokes his white beard, Stay vigilant, esteemed companions, whomever drew these scrawlings could be still nearby, and could unleash this monster upon us the old man grips his quarterstaff tight, ready for anything.

Hmm, we could check the camp there for clues, but let us keep an eye on the hut, there could be people inside.

Belayneh approaches the camp, searching for anything out of place.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Thank you for your kind offer, esteemed Lady, I am sure one of my comrades could make use of your goods the old Garundi man bows to the dwarven woman, then turns again to the Mayor and takes her hand in his Esteemed Mayor Qarl, Venture-Captain Dreng sends his regards to you and your fair village, our tasks include looking after your foster younglings Richelle and Tolwin. We will find them and bring them back to you, and see if we can understand why they are acting in such despicable manner Belayneh bows and brings the Major's hand to his forehead, then releases it when he gets back up.

I do not like to be right on such kind of guesses Belayneh shakes his head, his eyes closed. He sighs, then approaches the Mayor Esteemed Lady Mayor he bows slightly, we are going to help your lovely town with this predicament, please do not worry.

I trust the group will make the right decision, and I will be glad to follow it says Belayneh with a slight bow of the head. He then patiently waits for the others to give their opinion, leaning on his staff.

I do not know, Miss Grilgoth says Belayneh, what if the Bloomgivers are in danger? I know the dragon has given them an amulet for protection, but my mind will be uneasy until they have been checked upon.

Belayneh's face is preoccupied, he keeps stroking his beard.

Belayneh approaches the group of youths to inform Torgen of his findings, but he stops for a moment to watch the kids playing their game, kind of amused and intrigued by it.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 I think he may have noticed the crates.

The old man turns his eyes on the crates, remembering they're also looking for a lost cargo, and checks if any of them look suspicious.

You are right, esteemed Grilgoth says the old cleric, I should have chosen my words more wisely. I did not want to to be the judge who condemns the two younglings, as you have said we have not yet heard their part of the story. Please, accept my apologies and thanks, you have made an old man wiser today. He bows to his companion, sincerely grateful for her remark.

Mmm, what should we do now? Belayneh asks his companions, Should we go after Richelle and Tolwin, or check that the Bloomgivers are fine?

His face turns pensieve again I really hope Richelle and Tolwin are not troubling the Bloomgivers, he says stroking his beard, after all they tried to rig the election...

"Is it possible that the two Bloomgivers are the two youths that Dreng has mentioned?  It would seem serendipitous for that to be the case."

I thought about that too, Miss Grilgoth, says Belayneh stroking his white beard, but Mister Dreng said that the two were misbehaving, and from what I've understood the role of Bloomgivers is something reserved for the most notable youths of the village.

Even so, they may have given them the role just because they're the Major's protegeé, or to give them a chance to do good. Excuse me one second, esteemed colleagues.

Belayneh parts from the party and tries to find the two old ladies who were talking about the lateness of the Bloomgivers (ora anyone who's currently talking about that), and asks them if they know the names of the two younglings appointed with the task.

Belayneh spends some time asking around politely about the two issues the group is investigating.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

It seems that we may have the chance to meet with the draconic patron of this village says Belayneh coming back to the group after his inquiries, also the most important people in town is gathering for the festivities, so we could ask some more specific questions to those in charge.

In the past years the two younglings tasked with the Brightbloom gathering have been gifted a magical amulet from the dragon protector, to keep them safe while out alone, but it seems that this year they are somewhat late, they should have returned with their cargo of flowers by now. The old man is a bit pensive, after a pause he asks Should we look for these two Bloomgivers? Or for Dreng's younglings?

Belayneh sits down at the table with his companions. When the waitress brings him food and drink he politely asks for a cup of water in place of the ale.

It is a good idea to partake with the festivities, he says while eating his stew, there we can find the two younglings the Venture-Captain was talking about. And I think it will be a good place to gather some more information about the recent events, if not by asking directly we could always keep our ears open for rumors.

As he finishes his meal the old man relaxes a bit and tries to make a bit of conversation with his table companions So, esteemed colleagues, what can you tell us about yourself? One thing I like to do before a task is to know my associates better, I think it strengthens the bond of cooperation between us.

He takes a sip from his cup, My name is Belayneh, of Clan Babi. I come from the Osirion, Land of the Pharaohs, and I'm an humble cleric of the Gray Lady. I have joined the Society only recently, despite my old age, to get the chance to travel the world and bring good to other people.

Taking care of the young ones is important, much more if they've been orphaned by the whims of destiny says the old Garundi man. He puts his hand on the shoulder of the Venture-Captain Don't be afraid, esteemed Sir Dreng, we will take care of the two younglings.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Problems with evil cults are always serious problems. Belayneh stops for a moment, pondering something, smoothing his white beard I've heard about Kostchtchie, but I can't quite recall anything specific at this time. Maybe the voyage North will awaken my memories.

Belayneh listens quietly at the Venture-Captain. He's never been so far north and he's quite excited about this. He joined the Society only recently despite his mature age, and part of this decision was being able to travel to places distant from his own homeland, Osirion.

Please, esteemed Venture-Captain, says the old man when Dreng pauses, explain to us what are our tasks in this mission. From how you talk about this seems we will face something quite complicated.

An old Garundi man in a turban is sipping his tea at the table. He bows his head toward the newly arrived dwarf to greet him. Good day Mr. Torgen he says, his voice calm and warm, I go by the name of Belayneh, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.

Please, take a sit with us he says, moving a chair to let the dwarf sit down at the table, May I suggest to try the minty tea? It's not as good as the one I'm used to back in my homeland, but it's still quite refreshing.

I have to say, I'm quite interested in this trip north. I've never been at such latitudes in my life, that's part of the reason I've joined the Society at such an advanced age. How is Brevoy? I've heard is a land of chivalrous people, is that true?

Ephram takes a defensive position with his quarterstaff in both hands, as to defend himself from any danger that comes around. He then waits his action to help possibly injured companions when their health gets visibly bad.

Ephram is fighting defensively, delays his further turns to act when healing is needed.

"We will find a way to get back in the city, I'm sure". That said, the old man starts climbing down the well.

Climb (Take 10) DC 5: 10 - 2 = 8

"I'm afraid I'm not an expert about this kind of things, I can't really imagine how we could smuggle such artifacts inside the town" says Ephram, a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"Yes, the relics. I have to say, I don't like these 'tasks' the Grandmaster gave us, but we have no other choice but doing them." says Ephram once outside the room.

"I believe that if we explain to them that the geode is simply harmless, they will let us carry it along in the trip. In case I'm wrong, well, we will simply have to find another way to communicate with the Sage" says the old man with a smile.

Ephram puts the geode together with the rest of his belongings in his backpack, caring that is in a safe place but not hiding it from whomever would check his things.

Ephram checks that his backpack is in order, paying attention that his healer's kit is in a good state and placed in a way that won't get damaged during the trip.

"I hope we won't have to resort to violence, my friend" says the old man in black and white robes.He then turns to the Venture-Captain and the sage "Most esteemed ones, what can you tell us about this 'Grandmaster'? He seems to be well-known by the Society, but I am fairly new to its ranks despite my age, and every information could prove useful in the task we are going to tackle".

An old man in robes enters the lodge. He seems a bit lost and out of place, and is looking for someon, or something. He stops a maid and asks her something, the girl points him to your group and the elder quickly trots toward you.

"Hello, hello young ones" he says to you while approaching, his voice is surprisingly full of energy, "You must be the party I was told to look for in here. My name is Ephram, servant of Pharasma. I've been many things in my long life, but mostly I tended to the ill, the wounded, and the deceased at the High Temple here in Sothis. I'm here to help you go through this mission for the Society, hopefully there will be no need for me to use my skills with the dead."

Although it is clear that the man has already seen more than half a century worth of winters, he is quite energetic. Under his black and white robes is a quite robust body, and the staff he is walking with is clearly more of a weapon than a help for going around.

Dot! I'm sure we'll have a great time together!