Sorry, been sick the past few days. However, this game hasn't been fun for me since the 'fallen' paladin call, and I'm not interested in continuing. Please remove me from this game.
Caelreth slashes at the nearest hydra head. (I’m on my phone so can’t really move on the map, but will move if I need to to get in reach of the thing.)
"You do realize who you're working for, right? Caelreth retorts as the man passes out into a magical sleep.
All of the threats neutralized, the elven paladin moves to the back of the wagon that Astingaire is at just in time to see the lizard-thing shock him. He jabs at the lizard in retaliation.
I’ll just take the retcon at this point, on both Sarenrae as deity and on Cael’s actions. We’ll see how things go from here with Caelreth continuing as a proper paladin. ;)
Oh, don't worry about the 'Wow, harsh xD' thing. I was laughing irl when I typed that, though I realize that wasn't obvious from just the text I typed. Caelreth is level 1 still, so it's not a big blow in the long run if he did lose his paladin powers. I'm not sure if you can do a level 1 rebuild from fallen-paladin to paladin again, but there's always rebuilding as a proper fighter (and then possibly back to a proper paladin as of level 2).
Noted about Shelyn's code of conduct, and I'll have to see if I can find a different one, because I don't like playing never-strike-first characters. Maybe Sarenrae.
The only other GM I've played Caelreth under pointed out the Desna thing, though he only pointed it out to say that other GMs might care. I had actually thought Desna was NG when I made Caelreth, and it made the most sense since she's a traditionally-elven deity. If it needs to be PFS-valid, just consider his deity to be Shelyn.
On the bright side, if he's already fallen, there's no need to worry about later shady elements in the special! But does the paladin code of conduct really require him to only attack evil characters? Seems to me that under the circumstances, attacking the caravan crew was a foregone conclusion. I guess attacking an unarmed man would break the code of conduct (probably?) but he had a longbow slung over his shoulder, so I don't know that I'd call that unarmed.
Anyway, I can roll with it, no worries.
Caelreth blinks and grimaces, then notices that the man he was attacking has collapsed to the ground. "Well, then," he says, and notes that the rest of the camp is roused. The elf moves to attack the man who just grabbed his bow.
It's probably worth pointing out that mechanically it's inspire courage and not bless. Adds a +1 to damage that bless wouldn't, gives a bonus to saves against charms as well as fear effects--and isn't dispelled by bane.
Caelreth draws his own longsword and moves to engage the sentry.
"Given the circumstances, I think the frontal approach is called for," Caelreth says, unshouldering his shield. "I don't imagine we'll catch them unawares, though, so let's keep that in mind."
The elven paladin peers through the trees, relying on his low-light vision to see if he can discern any caravan members who are awake.
"Excuse us, elf. We are having a private conversation here."
Sloan says feigning pleasantries. He turns his back to Caelreth and signals his bodyguards to step in front of the interloper as he continues to discuss business with Leon.
"Now, my good sir, where were we? Oh, yeah... I never got your name..."
Caelreth looks unruffled as the bodyguards move to intercept him. "It'd be quite funny if the Aspis Consortium were disqualified from the auction for disrupting the venue," he says. "Don't worry, though. I can still hear what's being said from here."
Having divested himself of the strongbox, Caelreth wanders into the crowd to make inquiries about the Aspis representative, Maiveer Sloan. “I hear the Aspis Consortium is interested in the key,” he says to someone nearby. “I imagine that bunch is worth watching. Do you know what their man looks like?”
Caelreth dutifully follows after Berenstein. How were we supposed to log this? he wonders to himself. As Pathfinders? Or are we already incognito? Maybe as an adventuring company? 'Caelreth's Champions of Order'? Or maybe 'Durothil's Dragoons'....? Eh, I'll let the others do the talking.
The elven paladin smiles at the presumed proctor and hefts the box a bit, adjusting its weight to bring the box to the man's attention.
"If there are no objections, I will handle the strong box," Caelreth says. Mainly just to keep things rolling.
Readjusting his equipment, the elven paladin takes the strong box in hand and accompanies the group as it makes its way to the Cathedral of Abadar. Once inside, he casts around to see if he can find someone who looks like a proctor (or 'the Proctor,' specifically).
"If by paladin, you mean a solider who dedicated to the battle against evil," Astingaire replies dismissively. "Then, no. Soldier was but one of many the guises of the immortal Aroden. If the god of humanity does not allow himself to be defined by a single mantle should not I, as one of his faithful, also refuse any such limited manner of title or office?"
"I...see." The elven paladin makes a note to keep an eye on the human supremacist. Clearing his throat, he turns to the two newcoming halflings.
"Well met, Malakar, Merda. Given the number of us, I'd say it must be an important announcement. Maybe hunting down an evil cult? No, probably something to do with an ancient archaeological dig. But then, maybe we're stopping an evil cult from disrupting a dig?" With a shrug, he finishes, "Who knows?"
Intadafiahagin surely isn’t his name, Caelreth thinks to himself. The tall, brown-haired elf-lord gives the mountain of a man a reserved nod and returns the handshake. Armored in scalemail and carrying a long sword and a shield, he replies, “Caelreth. I don’t recognize the accent—the River Kingdoms?”
One of my absolute favorite games I've played in was a standard Race For the Runecarved Key a few years back, here on the Paizo boards. I've got high hopes for this one too.
Player: Ansha
Character: Caelreth Durothil
PFS#: 16188-6
Faction: Silver Crusade
Slow or Normal Track: Normal
Day Job: none
The elven paladin's eyes widen as he feels the ground shift beneath his feet, and he nimbly hops back away from the floor just before it collapses. He peers down over the edge to see where the troglodyte fell.
"Balenar Forsend, I presume?" Carl says, moving to unlock the man's bindings with the rusty key they found on the troglodyte. "Venture Captain Dreng sent us."
Caelreth rolls his eyes. "If we do not have to fight it, I don't see a reason to do so," he chimes in. "Maybe try the other door?" The paladin moves to the southern door and starts to reach for it. Then he remembers that he triggered a trap the last time he did that, and thinks better of it.
