Hey everyone. Sorry I haven't posted for a long time.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to drop this campaign. I haven't posted here in weeks and it's not fair of me to hold the rest up.
Happy gaming to all.
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Mr. Pink prepares for the worst.
"...yeah." Mr. Pink grunts and gets to work.
Cassiel moves to dose Lorant with some healing.
Right-o
Mr. Pink's eyes widen in disgust and he immediately moves to engage the new arrival.
Sorry to hear it.
Cassiel scrambles up the rest of the ladder behind the others.
"Y'know, it's times like these I learn to appreciate a paladin's sacred protection against fear."
Mr. Pink sighs and climbs the ladder after Mr. Yellow.
Cassiel swings his shield again!
Being clad in heavy armour, toting a shield and being dressed in eye-searing pink, Mr. Pink knows he doesn't have a snowball's chance in the Hells of being stealthy. He doesn't bother to try, instead walking up to the nearest man and trying to bop him with his shield.
Mr. Pink keeps up with the team as best he can.
Mr. Pink keeps a fair distance back from the others. Sneaking in full armour was never his strong suit.
Mr. Pink moves to assist Mr. Yellow, trying his damnedest to not think of the consequences that this raid would bring upon his head.
Mr. Pink aids Mr. Yellow in delivering a proper beatdown!
Sounds good to me.
"Well, what's that saying, again? 'No plan survives contact with the enemy'?"
"Ow..." Mr. Pink quietly prays to Iomedae to fix the worst of his injuries.
The healing she bestows isn't much, but it keeps him on his feet. "...right."
Cassiel reels back and strikes again!
"Gah!" Cassiel staggers back before swinging his sword again!
Cassiel moves in to subdue the dog-thing in case Judah's... 'pet'... didn't quite finish the job.
Mr. Pink prepares for the worst.
Cassiel accepts the blackjack. "Well, hopefully, folks will only remember the garish outfits and not the people wearing them..."
Cassiel arrives dressed in perhaps the most garish pink... outfit... he could find. To call it an 'outfit' would perhaps give it too much credit--it looks more like a hodgepodge of a theatre costume and an undercooked ham. A bright pink toque and scarf cover up most of his face, his holy symbol is kept underneath the entire getup, and not even his sword or shield have escaped the onslaught of the eye-searing colour--wrapped haphazardly in pink rags as they are. Well, on the bright side, if anyone asks me just what happened here, nobody would believe me if I told them.
So, we're looking for tearaway clothes here?
"Fine. Dibs on Mr. Pink."
"...uh..." Cassiel looks decidedly more uncomfortable than before. "...so long as we only use as much force as necessary." This goes against Lady Iomedae's code... but considering the alternative is letting a possible miscarriage of justice be carried out, it has to be done.
Cassiel silently follows the group around, looking more and more like a squire in so far over his head he's in danger of drowning than a proper paladin.
Cassiel goes with Mathus to make sure nothing is overlooked.
Cassiel gets to work asking questions about the errant craftsman.
Cassiel had more or less tuned out of the whole conversation--and was abruptly jolted out of his daydreaming by the mention of a 'human suit'. He shifts from foot to foot and tries to disguise that little fact.
...right. Ask Lorant to recap all of that later. Cassiel gets up and follows.
Cassiel does the same.
Cassiel can't help but compare the scene of Judah's 'pet' eldritch creature digging up the wrong grave to a dog retrieving a different stick than the one thrown by his master. He barely stifles a snicker. Oh, I'm going to hell for thinking that.
Even in his exhausted state, Cassiel can see the... thing... that appeared for a brief moment under the ground. All he can do is sigh.
Meanwhile, Cassiel sits in the shade of a nearby tree. Investigations were never his strong point, and if he started asking around for information, odds are he'd say something stupid and ruin the progress the party had already made.
"You held the line like a true knight of Lastwall, Cassiel." "Yep--practically feeding myself to the damned thing, for all the good my armour did me." Cassiel winces and leans against a nearby tree.
Cassiel takes both potions and follows them up with a chaser of Iomedae's divine healing.
Cassiel groans. "...nope. Not really."
Cassiel swings his blade again...
At this point, I think I'm resigned to Cassiel dying.
Cassiel lets out a high-pitched "OWWWWW!" before calling upon Iomedae's mercy to heal himself.
Then he swings his sword again.
"F*~+!" Cassiel curses as the manticore spike gets him in the leg. "Right--you started it, we're finishing it!" He raises his blade and moves to engage!
Cassiel tenses up when the manticore bears down on them, jolting him out of his daydreaming. He readies his shield in case Lorant's attempt at diplomacy fails.
Cassiel shrugs. "Regardless, I'm up for finally getting this investigation underway." He starts to follow after the Speaker.
Cassiel gives a noncommittal shrug. "Sounds good to me."
Cassiel purses his lips. "So. We've got our work cut out for us, then." "Seems about right."
Cassiel remains quiet.
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