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So, should someone crawl down the spidey-hole and look for possible valuables or humanish victims? I can torch the tunnel, if anyone thinks it would be wise or warranted. Bisimone moves towards the tunnel, trying to gauge for herself which might be the best option.
Seeing the baby spiders swelling up from the nest, Bisimone releases her grip on the horses and rushes to Xan's side. (Free action and move action) Someone catch the horses please. When she gets next to Xan, she reaches out her arms, thumbs hooked together, and intones the words to a quick spell, Burning Hands. A sheet of red and golden flames blast forth as she sweeps them over the nearest spider and then the baby swarm. DC 14 Reflex Save for half damage, fiery damage. I need Xan alive, thank you very much, so BUGGER off.
Initiative On Bisimone action, she will attempt to cast a sleep spell to go off roughly five feet beyond the larger spider. This should only catch the one spider, but should keep our guys out of the effect zone.
Bisimone notices something strange ahead of her band of merry men. Xan, what do you make of that area ahead? It seems different from the rest of the trail. Could it be something large passed this way?
Perception check Bisimone reigns in her horse slowly, falling to the rear of the group. She leads Midnight gently, concerned that she not cause a misstep and injure him or herself. She will rely on the others to strike first, should trouble arise. Lead on, dear Xan.
Well, for Bisimone, she was enjoying the role-play. I guess you boys must want more roll-play. What are your plans on how we should proceed? Let's tell the GM what to change and where we should go from here. I am a little more flexible than Bisimone, but probably not very much. ;)
Bisimone looks over the goods, commenting and asking mild yet polite questions. Things like how long does this last, what does this taste like, and why does it smell like that? She then gets around to what she really wants to know. About your potions of invisibility, how long would it take you to make more? I feel we may have use for a few of them. Are there any other potions or items you can create but do not have in stock which may be of use in fighting the Stag Lord?
Glancing between Xan and Keiran, as she knocks once more, Perhaps next time I should add a little physical "nagging", hmm. From her hand a small gout of flame erupts, as she winks at Xan. Please Master Bokken, won't you speak with me? I am Mistress Bisimone Odraken, out of New Stetven, and I need your help against the Stag Lord.
Bisimone waits patiently for a few moments, looking from face to face, curious how her companions take her jesting tirade. Apparently not well. So much for jocularity amongst the ranks. She turns her mount back to Bokken's hovel-hole, then dismounts. Approaching cautiously, she knocks at Bokken's door, softly at first, then more forcefully. Please Crafter Bokken, we mean no disrespect. Oleg sent us to you. He said you would be able to show us what we need to fight the Stag Lord, to free the lands of his taint. Help me, oh wise Master Bokken, you're my only hope. Diplomacy Check
Bisimone urges her mount forwards a pace, then turns to face her companions. Her eyes darken slightly, her voice softens and takes on a husky tone. Xan, Fylnn, Keiran. If we are to attack the Stag Lord in his fortress, would it not be wise to have some magical aids on our side? Potions of healing, protection, or perhaps, more importantly INVISIBILITY would be greatly appreciated. Now, I don't know if Boken can make such things, but I would like to know. I would like to know now. Please, dears, fix this. Bisimone sits atop her steed, waiting patiently, fingers lightly drumming her saddle pommel.
Pleased with the ready information Rash and Gehen provided, Thank you both for your honesty and quick discussion Bisimone feels comfortable setting out for Bokken's, exploring his surroundings, and then exploring around Oleg's on the return journey, Excellent suggestion, Master Flynn. That should take up most of this day and the next, give two hexes explored, and leave time to decide both how best to approach Kressle's camp and do some shopping with the caravan before it moves onwards. So, it seems I now have a horse of my very own. How exciting! Anyone care to give a lady some assistance? she coyly smiles and laughs as she clambors easily into the saddle.
Bisimone will take the average HP and +1 to skill points. Character updated.
Bisimone moves to Xan and Rash, making eye contact "pay attention" with Xan. Rash, you seem distracted. Do you and the men know something about the caravan? Is there something you want to tell us? As new friends and allies, we need to learn to be open and honest, glancing to Xan, Don't we dear. You have nothing to fear from us, unless you desire it otherwise. Bisimone looks directly at Rash, her gaze firm, but not hard. Her tone is soft and neutral, not yet taking her harder, intimidating edge. She watches over Rash's shoulder the other bandits, observing and curious, but hopefully not openly so.
Bisimone will offer to befriend and mentor Seamus, if no one else seems interested. Every girl needs that one guy friend, and I doubt Xan would feel comfortable/satisfied with that role.
With the stables full of all the new horses, and the barracks able to hold only 8 persons, Bisimone pitches her tent in a clear area inside the compound but away from the common area, then helps Svetlana with the evening meal. To the group she mentions Should we, until our new companions prove themselves, confine them at night, but allow them general freedom during the day? Also, with roughly five days before this patrol is missed, what should we do? Head straight to the encampment, explore close around here a day or two, make sure no one else is in the area that may alert our foes, or something else? A day or two close would allow us to meet a few of Oleg's neighbors, Bokken, the Garrows, maybe a hunting camp?
Flynn continues his duties until meal time. At which Flynn forgoes any food and turns in early. Through it all, Flynn stays quiet. Bisimone, passing Flynn, stops him before he turns in. The Levetons wish to honor us with a dinner tonight. It is not in the deaths they rejoice, but the lives spared they celebrate, theirs and their neighbors. As he moves on past her, she calls after him, The stories never mention the other side of being heroes, living with heroic deeds. You did well, better than many. I am glad you are with us. She then moves on, to get ready for the meal, and to prepare for how the group will deal with the new additions.
Seeing Xan off to himself, Bisimone comes to stand behind him. She places her hand gently but firmly on his shoulder, then squats down. She leans close, whispering in his ear. A heroic soul does not revel in it's justice nor nobleness, seeing instead in every act both necessity and sacrifice. A bard passing through New Stetven once said, 'Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy.' My dear Xan, you are a hero, for you see not the benefits these burdens you carry bring, but the failures that lead to their foreordination. Thank you for being the hero you are. See kisses his cheek, then leaves him to his thoughts.
As everyone is giving options on the fates of the bandits, Bisimone offers her own thoughts. Happs, Dinghy, and Pascot should all be put to death, preferably by Xan's axe, or maybe dueling with one of you swordsman if honor/squimishness is an issue. They have all murdered, or attempted such, so should pay for those crimes. Redemption is for Pharasma to judge. Looking over the group of other bandits, she continues. As to Gehen, he has a warrant against him. It calls for death, but for theft that may be a bit harsh. I say he and Mij lose a hand, off hand if you prefer, and remain 'guests' here until after we deal with Kressle and the Stag Lord. Once those two are dead, they will be given their freedom. Seeing Keiran's eyes at this suggestion, she adds, Or, Keiran and Adreccam can each take one of the men under their banner, to serve a year and a day not with Oleg, but with them, in the field, at our sides. Each will be responsible for their man and his actions. If one of the squires decides to step out of line, to break his oath of service, then our group will be on hand to serve the punishment Brevoy intended, death. As to Kressle's camp, I think we should scout the place out, then attack it at night. If Kressle is as big a beeyotch as rumored, riding in may not be of benefit. She may simply attack us enmasse as a threat to her power. At night however, many of her men will be asleep, at which she smiles broadly, more so if my magic has anything to say about it. We strike quickly, killing any that take arms against us, and question any we take prisoner for more word about the Stag Lord. If Kressle is anything like her reputation, she won't give up willingly, and she won't be a lap dog like Happs. She should give my Xan and you men a fight worthy of your skills.
Bisimone takes Xan by the arm, pulling him a few steps from Rash. She stands on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. I think maybe I came on a little too strong. Perhaps, to show my mercy, we can sentence him and Seamus to Oleg's service, say a period of a year and a day. That would allow him to repay Oleg and Svetlana for the harm they've caused, show compassion, and keep them nearby should we have more questions. Oleg should be able to order a few sets of manacles from Rostland. Or perhaps we can fashion something from around here. Surely Oleg has something that would serve in the mean time. Bisimone then steps back from Xan, and looks down at Rash, then back to Xan. My dear, what do you think of this?
Bisimone fixes the bandit again with her cold dark stare. Seamus, give me and my men what information you can on this mangy b~$+% Kressle and her pathetic little band and perhaps Simondale will not have to be slain for his insolence. Bisimone shoots Simondale a quick furtive wink and smile. Leaning down she continues, Your life is not yet forfeit. Serve me well and you will live to toast Caydean once more. Quickly turning on heel towards the other prisoners, she fixes them with her steely countenance. Think well on your next few minutes of life. The Stag Lord and his whore Kressle may be frightening, may be fearsome, but they are not here. I am. Let me assure you, they have nothing on the pain, the terror, and soul crushing torment I can dispense upon you. You will beg for my huntsman's axe before I am through with any of you who defy my wishes. Turning to Xan, clearly enjoying her own performance she walks over and runs her fingers lightly over his mailed chest. Dearest, Please give these wretches a preview of your prowess. She whirls back to face the bandits. Show them I will grant mercy in death should they not seek it through honest answers. She nods towards the pile of half cut cordwood near by. Intimidate check to demoralize the bandits.
Bisimone motions for Simondale to assist her, as she approaches Fifth. She and the priest manhandle the bandit to his feet and hop-step him to the table. Nodding to Flynn, Would you be so kind as to check our other guests, to make sure they are secure and comfortable. Gentleness is not necessary. Turning to Xan, she smiles and gives a little wink. Don't worry my dear, soon you will get your chance to make that big shiny ax sing and crack. Gesturing for Simondale to kindly remove Fifth's gag, she leans down and stares coldly into the man's eyes. In a soft dry whisper she says, You called on the River Freedoms earlier. Do so now and mean it, or you will suffer at my hands for days. I will hold to my honor as firmly as you uphold yours. Now, what is your name and where are you from.
Bisimone will resign herself to guarding the rank and file prisoners. She will ask whoever is helping guard the prisoners, except Xan, Make it good and sharp, please, dear , to sit the prisioners upright, backs to the stable wall. She will then ask Oleg if he recognizes any of the men, and how so? She will do this out of earshot of the prisoners.
On Bisimone's turn she will call out Hello... Guys... Is it over? She will try to sound sweet and innocent.
Initiative Bisimone casts one more sleep spell at the first table, hoping to not catch her own group in the effect. She then moves to guard the closing gates as per the plan.
Well Simondale, I do have access to magicks that can render our foes asleep, but for only a short time, roughly a minute. If we take them by surprise, I may be able to put most if not all to asleep to give you fine strapping men time to swoop in and secure them. Turning to Adreccam she continues, As to the gate, if I post myself over it, I have some fiery tricks that should make them reconsider fleeing. With that Bisimone raises her hands into the air, fingers outstretched, and with a word a fan of bright flame spreads out into the air. The gout of flame spreads roughly three feet thick and fifteen feet into the air. They last but a moment, but the heat lasts somewhat longer. Turning to the group, with a smile and wink to Zan, How's that for singeing eyebrows, or other naughty bits?
Bisimone listens to the menfolk beginning their grande plans, but wonders, is it all really necessary. She often had to trim or tone down her fathers business plans for being too complex. Master Oleg, before the boys get too carried away, can you tell us how one of these bandit visit goes? How many should we expect, and roughly where do they go when they are here? What do they do and how do they act?
Getting down from the wagon, ignoring the tension growing between the group and Oleg, Bisimone stretches and looks around the courtyard. Taking a stern stand, hands on her hips, she looks to the rooftop. Good Oleg, mind your manners. We have come at the behest of Restov to aid you. Is this the kind of hospitality we should expect? Turning to Xan, a wink in her eye, And my Xan, please dear, give the man his due. We ride in unannounced, waving colors he's rejected, why it's only natural he'd jump to the "wrong" conclusions. Walking over to one of the open tables, she takes a seat, then calls out for Svetlana. Svetlana, hello dear. Looking up again, Surely your wife must be nearby to help sort this all out. You men, you truly need us ladies to keep you out of trouble. I smell her cooking, so I know she must be about. Bisimone watches and waits for some response, then as an afterthought, turns to Simondale. Good priest, with luck you may get the chance to add a few recipes to your repertoire. You may even get the chance to cook for ol' grumpy up there, show him we mean well after all.
Keiran glances at Xan, then back at Bisimone, then back at Xan, "just be careful she doesn't singe your eyebrows off, k?" Overhearing the remark, Bisimone smiles slyly, Oh, don't worry, it won't be his eyebrows being singed away...
Bisimone jumps down from the wagon with a flourish. Acrobatics Check:
She gathers her composure and walks towards the others. Coldly, detached, her voice audible but soft and deliberate, she says Yes Xanthan, I would prefer to get under shelter before much more of the night passes. Matters should not be discussed in the open where just anyone may be listening. She walks over to the sergeant, draping one arm over her shoulder, the other her fingers softly playing over his chest and jerkin. She leans in and whispers something to him, something the group cannot hear. Intimidate Check: As she finishes speaking, she raises her hand before the man, and a spark of bright hot flame springs forth, nearly singeing his scruffy beard. Stepping away, moving towards the gate, she continues, Now do be a dear and help with my bags, and see to something warm and appealing to sate my appetite before we meet with this Sheriff Kaven.
Flynn leans in close to Bisimone. Bisimone leans closer, her breath warm against his neck and ear. For Flynn:
She whispers huskily to Flynn, Who knows, you eat right, get your rest, someday grow big and strong, well, perhaps... She leans back, lightly strokes his cheek, ending at his chin, But no, probably not, and she smacks him across the cheek. Not hard, but playfully, with just the right measure of sound and sting.
Bisimone climbs aboard the wagon at the offer of a seat. She smiles at the new members of the team. I find myself surronded by a bevy of strong, able bodies, eager it seems to be of service to... winking at Xan,Brevoy. The nation's troubles may soon be laid to rest I'm sure. She spends the early ride chatting idly with Flynn, Xan, Simondale, and Adreccam, awaiting Keiran's return. After a particularly bumpy stretch of road, she finds herself holding onto Flynn's strong and steady arm for support. Catching Xan's gaze, she gives him a pouty shake of her head, a playful toss of her hair, and pats Flynn playfully. You do know how to give a girl an interesting and 'physically' challenging ride. When Keiran returns she calls out, eyes bright and mischievous, By Desna thank you for coming back. It is such chivalry leaving me to the mercies of these potential "ruffians". I suppose a lady must depend upon herself in these troubling times, for she never knows when or where her champion shall be found.
Plucking a bit of straw from Xanthan's hair as he takes her pack, sniffing an air of the stables, Bisimone offers a coy smile. Thank you sir. Now, do I need a man's assistance, no of course not. Sometimes desire a man's strong and able body, maybe occassionally so. After all, are not those that sleep in barns typically called beasts of burden. She runs her hand lightly across his cheek, gives it a playful smack, and moves into the warehouse, viewing the wares. She tosses her hair and gives a wink to Keiran as she passes by.
Bisimone rises early and prepares herself for the day to come.
Heading down to the tap room, she says goodbye to the innkeeper and staff, Thanks for everything. Hopefully I will return someday. She drops a silver and three coppers on the bar for the last nights stay and small gratuity. Bisimone stops on her way, not wanting to seem ill-prepared for her journey. At a general shop, she picks up a small tent, folding chair, mess kit. She drops two platinum scales on the counter, flirting with the shopkeeper hoping for as best a deal as she can get. She scoops up her change once done and heads out, realizing she's running late. Diplomacy:
As she arrives at the warehouse/shop she sees everyone in disarray. So this is where that loud noise came from. She hurries past the gathered peoples, and heads for the door. Entering inside, she drops her too heavy pack and sighs, swaying slightly. If only I had a strong, virile companion to help share my burdens. I'm sorry I'm late, this pack is just too heavy, Fanning herself lightly. Looking around she checks over Master Pero's wares.
Bisimone goes back to her room at the inn, thinking over everything that has happened since she left home. She arranges a hot bath, bathes well, and powders herself as a lady should. She dresses in one of her better outfits. Girl what are you doing? Father would never approve. Bisimone gets directions and makes her way to a certain inn. Asking the keeper, she climbs the stairs and slowly walks down the hall. Hesitantly she knocks at the door. No answer. She knocks again. No answer. She turns and proceeds back down the hallway. Crossing the crowded tavern, she spies Keiran. Of Xanthan she sees neither hide nor hair. Did he see me? Does he know of my moment of weakness? Will he tell? Well, Desna has decided, what could have been is not meant to be. Time to fly back on home. Guess he'll never know. Bisimone returns to her room, changes into more suitable attire, then retires for the evening. Tomorrow looms to bring big changes to her life. No need for distractions with everything to come.
Bisimone spends much of the ride back to town lost in her own thoughts. She responds to idle small talk but does not carry much of any discussion. I am sure this is not what father had in mind but it surely sounds like an exciting experience. I have much to consider and even more preparations to make.
perception check
Bisimone goes into the library and finds a comfortable chair and patiently waits for their return.
You probably made the right choice having a boy. My daughter was a handful and then some. My only advice for boys, and it is second hand, when the time comes use cheerios.
Bisimone tries to relax and enjoy the food. She makes small talk as the meal progresses but doesn't add much to the conversation. Quietly, she is eager to be done with the feast and on to why she and her new friends have been summoned here.
Congratulations that's wonderful!
"Smaller swords wielded with more finesse and subtlety can be just as good," Adinas adds. "With a a giant sword like that one starts to feel that whipping it out is the solution to every problem." Adinas smirks at Xan and then turns to Bisimone. "So you are a spellcaster? I am very interested in magic. I've been studying some things that a wizard gave me. Perhaps you could help me." Before the group enters the manor, Bisimone responds to Adinas. While my magic, is powered by the energies within my blood, my father did send me to some of the better mystical tutors in New Stetven. I'm sure that I can help you with some of the basics. After that, you will be able to manage well on your own. Divergent paths in the woods often look similar after all, do they not.With that, Bisimone offers a wink, a smile, tosses her curls and proceeds towards Jeyhen. She is confident Xan is watching her sway.
Bisimone spends the first several minutes of the ride somewhat distracted. She tries to catch glimpses of the country side as the window shades jostle in time to the carriage's movements. It seems to bring more frustration than reward. She turns her intentions back towards her new companions.
Dressing in the best of her outfits, Bisimone checks herself over in the mirror as she dabs herself lightly with perfume. Not enough to be gaudy, just enough to hint at a pleasurable thought. Well, better to be early than late.
Bisimone reads her note over and over. Could the Medvyed family be starting trouble already? No, it's too soon for that. Father mentioned
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