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Half panicking and half rushing, Clover accomplishes nothing useful.
Clover follows Varys toward the troll. When she's close enough to reach the thing she pops out from behind Varys long enough to take a quick jab at it.
"You're welcome." Clover seems pleased to have been able to help.
Clover moves stealthily.
Clover points at Varys. "What he said."
The preparedness idea seems good to Clover. She casts Bless on the party.
When Asher delivers his warning, Clover's immediate instinct is to duck. It is of course a useless thing to do, but she stays semi-crouched while she points at the statue's sword. "That's a really nice sword. We should take it with us."
"There's nothing magical close by."
"Alright." Clover obliges and checks for magical auras.
Clover makes sure to keep herself well ringed by tall folk, staying right in the middle. She agrees the statue is Imomedae.
Clover knows the Ramblehouse has needed locksmith services before and tries to remember who did it.
Halfling: "You bet I am. They're dangerous and I'm not crazy."
Clover comes over to watch, and gives the big dead spider a tentative poke with her spear, because you never know...
2nd Level: Oracle +1 BAB
HP +11 Orison: Light Mystery Spell: Ray of Enfeeblement Skills: +1 Acrobatics, Diplomacy, K Local, Perception, Stealth Background Skills: +2 K History, +2 Profession (Hotelier)
Clover glances doubtfully at the scrolls she's handed, but tuck them away in her bag for a closer look later. The number of valuable things just laying around abandoned astounds Clover. "I can't believe nobody has bother to collect this stuff until now. People do come here sometimes It seems a bit wasteful." Clover can only shrug in ignorance when asked about the statue. Most of what she knows about religions comes from bits and pieces of conversation from guests at the Ramblehouse, and people talk it words, not images.
I'm very sorry for the long absence everyone. I was getting badly burned out by work especially, and life in general so I took the long holiday weekend to go to the beach and get away for a bit. That made coming back hard, and I just couldn't muster the energy to start back up with regular life. Took few days off for laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling, walking the dog a lot, eating a different kind of salad for every meal including breakfast, and spent one day doing nothing but laying on the couch and binging the entire 4th season of Stranger Things. In sum, avoiding everything. I'm feeling better now so I'm in the process of getting caught up. Thank you for your patience.
Clover creeps out from behind Asher enough to try another stab at a spider before using the shaft of her spear to try blocking the spiders from getting to Asher. She jabs a spider, but her spear gets stuck, ruining anything more she can do until she recovers it. "Ah! Let go of it you creepy bug!"
With yelp Clover flees down the stairs away from the spider, and toward any safety Asher might provide. She does take a moment to jab at the spider, but it's a gesture to keep it away than a serious attempt to harm it.
Once again I'm very sorry it's taking me so long to get posts up. Both April and early May have been just overwhelming. My workload is up and we transitioned back to working in the office part time. Since I work for the state and all such changes happen at all state offices together, it was a big change with many, many meetings and emails involved. On top of that many federal rules changed at the start of May as Covid-19 policies and procedures are replaced with 2+ year old versions from before. That meant many more meetings and emails. Meetings would sometimes run so long over their scheduled slots they would completely swallow the meetings scheduled behind them, which would then have to be rescheduled. With all this going on we also still had our regular work to get done somehow. I also had a pet die. It's been a lot. I think I'm mostly in the clear now with work and things will be returning to normal again. I'll be catching up on gameplay over the next two or three days. I hope I haven't been too much trouble to wait for.
"I could use seeing something jolly right now, if you think it's safe."
A committed follower and also not wanting to be left behind, Clover finds herself a place safely in the center of the group as they start exploring. "You know, and it's none of my business, if it were me deciding I would have taken that window apart and moved it to town to use in the new church, it's too pretty to be left out here abandoned."
Clover looks at the floor carefully, with wide eyes. She then tries to make herself look even smaller as she moves on by.
Clover purchases 2 flasks of acid. Trolls sounds very bad. Best to be prepared even if it blows most of her meagre savings. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Clover makes the climb well enough. "What now? We go on in right?" Clover sounds like she thinks asking again might result in everyone deciding to go back to town.
Clover scratches her nose as she listens. It's a nervous tick she sometimes expresses. All the talk about visions in dreams and plots is making her uneasy, quite nervous really. This is especially so since Varys brought up the notion of fearing 'precognitive divinations'. He did demure when she asked him if she should be afraid of them, but now he's planted a seed in her mind that has sprouted into doubtfulness about them, even if she's not entirely sure what they are. It does sound like the sort of thing Katrezra has.
Clover's face slackens, less confused but still puzzled. "I've never thought about it before. Should I be?" She seems to really want to know.
Clover's face scrunches in confusion. "What? What's that?"
Clover waits except for adding something for Varys's creepy notes. She figures if he's trying to investigate the investigators as well, she should be clear. "I've not heard of Katrezra myself. We halflings tend to stick to the Ramblehouse, so if he wasn't going there regularly we wouldn't cross paths."
Clover cocks an eyebrow. It does seem like an awfully strange thing for her to have left out last time...
"Yes, this muse person might be able to point us toward the journal, which seems to be the thing we need most."
"What about going to find his girlfriend instead of just waiting around?"
"Yes, that's far too much to pay."
"Maybe we should wait and find him again tomorrow, earlier in the day."
Clover frowns with disappointment as she looks at the passed out sergeant. "Maybe we could take him somewhere more comfortable to lie down as a start?
Clover shrugs. "Or he was promoted to the job that's next in line?"
Clover is grateful for the mug. Some ale will go a good ways toward steadying her nerves after the harrowing encounter with the dogs. She tries to give Omast her undivided attention, but Varys, with his book and baubles makes it hard. Her eyes keep shifting in his direction, watching him do, whatever it is he's doing. Clover decides he is a deeply weird man. She also wishes someone else had gotten stuck with this chore. It's very unpleasant, and the foreigners are hard to predict. When one is as small as Clover, predictability is a good thing to wish for in those considerably bigger people all around. It harder to find in foreigners. While Clover is always pleasant and accommodating, it's because foreigners are the Ramblehouse's bread and butter. There is a small minority of permanent guests, but not nearly enough to get by on. "It's sounds like things were going really well for Rodrik. Sergeant Omast, do you think anyone might have been jealous of him? At work or in love?"
Clover is appalled at how her compatriots are speaking to Sergeant Omast. Never mind the out-of-towners Sergeant, I don't think they were raised right. But, we do need to talk to you if you could spare us a few minutes. It's about an important recent event you know... the murder." Clover drops her voice down to almost a whisper when saying the last part. "Maybe you could take a little break, get some refreshment, before finishing up with the graffiti? On us and wherever you like?"
Clover is a bit overwhelmed by Asher's praise of what she'd done as a 'miracle'. She laughs it off to hide her embarrassment at his praise. "I'm not a priestess of anything like that. I just work at the Ramblehouse. I'm sure Desna is far too busy to be granting me miracles or anything like that. It's just something I can do." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Clover does her best to explain to Asher. "It's not funny of course, the poor man. But it's kinda funny" she whispers. "Hello Sergeant Omast!"
"Let me take a look Asher." Clover locates Ashaer's wounds and caresses then withe her hands, making them disappear.
"I think I'm alright. I didn't even get bitten exactly, more like scratches." "Poor dogs."
The wolf gets a good nip in on her so Clover scampers back, still poking at it. Partially she tries to block it's ability to get at Varys, partially she tries to stab at it.
Clover pokes at the wolf advancing on her a lot as she backs up. "This is really, very odd for the streets here in Trunau" she tells the others nervously. She almost sounds like an embarrassed tour guide.
Clover "Eeep!"s from surprise at the sudden attack; but she does hurry forward to help Asher. She lowers her spear and starts poking at the beastie, partially to stab at it, and partially to distract it from Asher by keeping the point around its face.
Clover listens to Asher theorize as she walks. She doesn't say anything about it herself. Partially this is because she has to really hustle to keep up with her long-legged partners. Mostly though, it's because she has never really been able to figure out humans. Their puzzling behavior pops up in many ways related to many subjects, but in this case it's their penchant for drama and backwards planning. Halflings will scheme, sure, but not when there's no profit in it. Humans seem to treat it as a kind of sport, doing it for free and often among the people who are closest to them and know them best. They will keep some secret or go against family and friends first. Then, when they fear being discovered, they will plan ways to get out of the mess without being found out because they fear embarrassment or apologizing. These emergency plans tend to fail and make things worse than they would have been otherwise. To Clover's mind it seems to waste a lot or energy and create a lot of strained relationships. "Her name is Cham. Or, if you're me, Auntie Cham. She's of average size, not little. She said humans all look alike if I remember correctly. It's true, you do more or less. Mostly it's because we're closer to your belt buckles than your faces, and that's a lot of looking up to have to do. Partially it's because you all look more or less alike." "Want to know why I don't have a Hope Knife of my own? The town tends to forget our birthdays, not usually but it happens enough. We tend to not get noticed unless some human wants us to fetch something for them. Not that it matters much to most of us. I wouldn't be a party to any agreement that involves killing myself, so I don't need one."
Happy New Year everyone!
Oh, I know. Just making conversation. Alright, just so long as nobody's expecting real answers instead of stuff I just make up.
Just so we're all on the same page, Cover's background may be as a native of Trunau, but that doesn't mean I have any extra information about anything. I know exactly what you know, and I learn it when you do. Sorry, but Clover can't help with questions about the town or it's people.
Clover shrugs vaguely at Asher's question. "He was in charge of it, so I guess Captain or something like that."
"I don't have one but I've seen how people who do use them. It depends on the person. I think most people treat them like occasionally useful jewelry. It might get used for a small task here or there, but mostly it's a treasured item. A few people use them harder. Maybe they're less sentimental, or just don't take good care of their things. I think it's mostly looked down on a bit to abuse them. It goes against the spirit of the reason to have them."
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