Caelrahd's page

Hopefully nothing bad happened to Yodler, this is starting to get interesting.

Just waiting to see what happens.

Frowning intensely, Cael pulls his bow free. "Damnable fools... Ashyra, to me!"

Cael uses a move action to pull his bow out and prep it, using a free action to call Ashyra to his side. He will then take a standard action to hold his turn to fire an arrow if whoever shows up is an enemy. If they are (which is somewhat obvious atm) this will be his attack roll.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"We need those military plans and a method of escape." Looking down at Ashyra he frowns. The thought of fleeing was so odd, his mind having gone directly to his old Resistance past.

Then Cael looks back to the group. "Sabotage and distractions. Back in the resistance we rarely got into fights with Ragesia, we dug ditches in the road, waylaid messengers, that sort of thing. What we need is something to draw the attention of those at the gate and draw them away."

Rising to his feet he paces for a moment and then looks at the bust. "The statue... Is there any way we could destoy the statue of the emperor? Barring that a few good old burning buildings might work..."

I say we try to get the next player but they can also jump in a bit later.

Cael shakes his head and follows Barrack into the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Sitting down, he has Ashyra settle in next to him as he rubs his hands together to warm them. "Thank you for letting us in, Torrent. The message on the door, I can assume that what we're doing here is related to that, yes?"

Looking to the others he nods. "Yes, yes, a toast. May we all live to see the end of the year, and may the Ragesians learn to fear the Pass once more."

Cael jumpscslightly at the voice before turning. "Barrack? By my ears, it's been a while. I can only assume you got the same message?" Stepping towards the dwarf, a look of worry is on his face Even as Ashyra sniffs and then accepts the portion of food, Cael eyes the cat before continuing.

"Do you think that wise?" Cael looks to the half-orc, curious as to why they may have just given their position away.

Sounds good. I'll post again here in a bit, at work atm.

As Caelrahd passes through the cold and dreary streets, his eyes dart from shadow to shadow. He'd been called back in, and though he didn't like the prospects of yet another war, the Pass was his home and devils be damned if he wouldn't fight for it.

Stopping at the door, Cael reads the note and frowns. "They made it here already..."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Gotcha! Give me a short bit and I'll make a post reflecting that.

Cael steps into the inn, his hood pulled up tight about him to keep the cold off. He had gotten word to come here from a source in the old Resisance. "Well, can't say I'm surprised... Damnable Ragesians."

Patting Ashyra his faithful she-wolf, he steps in and looks around. The mood in the air seemed thick with dreadful anticipation and he could guess why. Then as he and his companion walk towards a table a voice rings out. Looking over he sees a Halfling. Walking over, Cael sits near the little man and raises a hand himself. [b]"And a hot tea for me, please!"

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