Having been knocked onto his butt, Calhoun shakes off some of the pain and disorganization and attempts to retreat to a safe location.
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Calhoun slowly turns and looks at the thug who just hit him. "That...was not a wise move!" he says and fires an arrow from his bow. Attack:
Calhoun, seeing the dwarf and his friends suddenly become more alert, continues towards the horse and once he arrives he speaks softly to the beast in an attempt to befriend the creature. Animal Handling:
"I do have some experience dealing with animals. Let me get into position then send me a signal and I will try to get the horse to run off!" The ranger moves off towards the horse to try and get the creature to understand what they wanted.
Calhoun nods and keeps his eyes on the halfling as she silently moves toward the unknown people. He has his bow at the ready...just in case!
"Well some went out to investigate the other strange happens here in town. I was just waiting for you to get back...did you have any luck?"
Calhoun, unsure if he can match the woman's almost magical silence, waits until they are out of sight then heads back to the church to inform the others.
"That is not fair! That is your money and you should be able to get it back." Calhoun seems more upset about Darcy not getting her money than he was about their previous colleagues being in prison.
"I'll come with you Darcy, if that is ok. I need to get out of this town for a bit and get my head clear as to what we are doing!" The ranger tags along with the halfling as she first goes to the makeshift prison and then into the fields around the town.
I too would like to stick around and play...just as Darcy said I got a little derailed when changing characters as well as the murder of the sheriff (which, dont get me wrong, was awesome!!). Maybe just a little re-boot or push to get us going again is needed.
Calhoun nods in agreement to go and talk to the old priest. "Perhaps the church keeps records and we can take a look at them as well!"
OK...for some reason he was not updated here but I had on HeroLab?? Anyway, he is now updated to PF1e
"Perhaps it might be a good idea to keep one of us on watch here just in case this fellow shows up!!" The scout looks at his companions questiongly
"I guess the drinks are on me!" the scout says as he digs two gold coins out of his pouch.
Calhoun keeps his on the lookout for Darcy and calls her over when he sees her coming. "The Father opened up the old Inn for us to stay the night. Lewill has taken some half-orc to the church basement to see the stone. Maybe keep the vinegar here and we can work on the stone in the morning...enough excitement has happened for one day!'
Calhoun hands over his money and nods to the priest. "I suppose we can look at the rock tomorrow. I just hope the others are ok..."
Having been chastised for his lack of initiative, Calhoun grimaces and waits for the halfling to return. Once back he starts to apologize, but the priest arrives to offer them a place at the old Inn. "That would be great Father. I appreciate your kindness. I hope we can get to the bottom of this stone and script tomorrow so we are no longer a burden upon you of the village. "
Calhoun looks up as Darcy comes in and slowly shakes his head as she tells him about their companions. "What could have forced them to kill the sheriff and his deputies? Do we have any reason to believe they might be innocent?" When asked about the stone, he again shakes his head negatively.
Calhoun stands in the basement of the church, using the vinegar solution that started all this mess to clean the letters of the foreign language on the mysterious stone.
He continues to mumble on in elvish and common, but his mask muffles his voice.
Calhoun is simply stunned by what has happened. He watches the mob take Slygol and the others and turns to his remaining companions. "What do we do now? How could they have let things get so out of hand!" He goes to speak with the priest. "Father, we need to calm this group before they decide to take the law into their own hands. There must be some reason they did what they did.
The guide moves out with the others and his fear grows as they get closer and closer to the crowd.
Calhoun looks out the door, then gently closes it while shaking his head. "I hope that I am wrong, but I think some of our "friends" just killed the sheriff!"
"Thank you Father Almery. We are waiting for our friends to arrive with the vinegar so we can clear off the stone and read what is written there."
Having headed back to the church to keep an eye on the stone, Calhoun approaches the holy place and calls out for the priest. "You holy...it is just I, Calhoun the elf. May I come in?" Calhoun looks around at the others that came with him. (I forgot who was with me and who stayed to talk to the woman...)
Calhoun goes to stand by the human fighter. "I too will stay with the stone. My 'looks' can only cause further delays in dealing with these people. Her is 5 sovereigns...that should be enough to purchase the vinegar!"
"Cefais fy nghreithio o ddamwain yn fy ieuenctid" the elf replies in his birth tongue. In common he adds, "I apprenticed with an alchemist and an experiment I was working on blew up in my face. I was lucky to have not lost my sight!" Elvish: I was scarred from an accident in my youth.
Nodding, Calhoun walks towards Arnwolf. "Very good then. Let us go. You speak the Eldar tongue quite well, Where did you learn it from?"
The elf slows and stops as he realizes that no one is coming with him. "Hey, are we doing this or something else?" He waits until someone decides where they are going.
"Off to get the vinegar first, then check out these chickens. We can deal with this reeve and his thugs later...once we have uncovered the writing on that stone. How does that sound?" Calhoun heads out the door following the directions he was given.
"Well let's go and get the vinegar and see if we can clean this tablet off enough for you to read." The masked elf heads outside with the others. "Mow where can we find this person with all the vinegar Father?"
Calhoun awaits the offered vinegar and, once he has received the liquid he applies it to the stone and watches as the reaction starts to clear more of the writing.
INT: Calhoun gives Sly a final glance before he starts to turn away..however something about the stone slab catches his attention. He bends down and runs his finger over the carved surface, feeling the grime and filth that disfigures the stone. Deep in thought he suddenly seems to come to some conclusion..."Vinegar?" He stands back up and with more conviction and a nod of his head, he looks at the others. "Vinegar...or perhaps lemon juice can be used to clean this grime off the rock's surface without damaging the writing below! Padre, do you happen to have access to a quantity of either vinegar or lemon juice?"
Calhoun's hand moves slowly from the hilt of his long knife. Byddaf yn dal ... am y tro. Nid wyf yn ymddiried ynddo.
Elvish: I shall hold...for now. I trust him not.
Calhoun steps back and loosens his sword in its sheath. In a calm, even tone he confronts Slygol. "How dare you threaten a holy man in his own temple. Replace that weapon back into its sheath and step back, or I will be forced to thrash you for such blasphemous actions. " Not taking his eyes off their newly acquired "friend", Calhoun speaks to the priest. "I am sorry your holiness. This man is not known to us and does not speak for us and if he does not listen will not be leaving the cellar with us!"
Looking over the strange tablet, Calhoun turns to speak to Lewill. "Master Deray, would you happen to have some arcane manner to clean this surface? I know enchanters of my people had a minor cantrip that could remove this filth."
Calhoun frowns behind his mask and he keeps watching the human, Slygol. "Your holy, I am Calhoun, an elf from the forests in the Yolbiac Vale, at your service."
Giving the priest a quick look, the elf keeps his masked face turned towards the other figure in the nave.
Calhoun, having been leaning on the doorstop, pushes away and nods. "I'll come with you. I would like to talk to this priest as well...maybe he knows if there is some sort of illness running through town!" He tosses a sovereign onto the table. "Here, let me help out in paying for the drinks and meal."
"Nothing for me either," the elf says while trying not to sound disgusted by the thought of food coming from such a place!
"That sounds like a possibility, but we should maybe visit this Bron fellow..and maybe Ulruch. But we must be careful...just in case it is sickness! I might be able to concoct an herbal defuser that should keep any illness from us. But I will need to see the sick man first to see what symptoms he has." Turning to the tavern owner, he asks. "Do you happen to have an apothecary, or herbalist local? Even a root witch would be helpful!" He waits for a reply
Calhoun has moved to the door so he can look in on his companions, but still keeps away from the steanch. "Sounds like a curse to me. Maybe we should look into it for the locals...what do you say?!"
"There is little here Master Deray. Most of the buildings are either falling down and empty or falling down and inhabited. I do still have trail rations if you are looking for something a little safer than what The Pebble is offering." He kneels down and opens his pack. Withdrawing some dried meat, several vegetables a couple of apples, and a small wheel of cheese, he sets them out for the others to enjoy..taking one of the apples for himself.
Finding nothing to catch his attention and clearing his head, Calhoun returns to where the others are, but avoids the foul-smelling tavern. He decides to check on Darcy and see if she has recovered.
Calhoun recoils from the foul odor of decay and filth that fills the air. He quickly exits the building and breathes in the fresh air outside. He sees the halfling retching and distances himself from the group, hoping to escape the sensory assault of sickness and filth. He wanders around the village, observing the dilapidated shops and the ragged people. He wonders what calamity has brought this place to such a state of ruin.
Calhoun also feels the rumble in his stomach from a light breakfast and a long road. "Indeed let us go and see if this 'Pebble" has any fare that will agree with us! Come on Darcy and let us see what me may find at this place.
Calhoun watches from the sidelines and chuckles quietly to himself at the interaction between the young girl and Darcy.
Calhoun might travel with her, just to get away from his people mostly. His 'disfigurement' would make him a reluctant and reclusive friend, but having traveled with you for some time, he probably feels most comfortable with this group...and he would probably wish to stay together rather than try to head out on his own!
bio added...next is equipment!!
Ok here is the newly updated Calhoun, now an elven expert with many outdoor skills!! Next level will probably be fighter!!
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