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The final member of the group, a muscular Garundi woman crosses her arms over her chest. Her armor and weapons are etched with ornate runes, and a few other sigils are tattooed on her body. "We will complete our assigned task first. Sell your wares on your own time," she says to Kindul with a scowl. She turns to Vatum and nods. "By His command."
"No, thank you," Cordelia says, hoping to keep the contents of her stomach inside her, where they belong.
"I, too, would like to see this cow," Cordelia says with a smirk.
”Gods, the smell!” Cordelia says with a gag. She follows Darcy out of the inn, holding the halfling’s hair back as the smaller woman vomits. ”Are you alright, love? That place is not for the faint of heart, nor the weak of stomach. I fear we’d find better lodgings in the stables tonight!”
"Aye, keep Freya in your heart, and she will provide what is needed," Cordelia says, touching the symbol of the Lady around her neck.
Cordelia shakes her head at the sorry state of the town. "It's definitely a bit of a fixer-upper, isn't it? I've seen worse, though. Let's go check by the temple. Maybe somebody there will know more."
Alright, I'll go with the adjacent entry, Fear of... and choose spiders! Some good old-fashioned arachnophobia. :D
Since we already have another character with the Forgetful hindrance, I'd like to re-roll with the GM's permission or change it to an adjacent entry from my previous roll.
Cordelia would probably be inclined to travel with Darcy. Still need to nail down her exact background.
I think Cordelia's crunch is done now. I just have to come up with a modified background to incorporate her scoundrel past. :D
Are we all traveling together as a party, or are we going to meet up at Grimmsgate?
Here is my cleric. I still need to purchase some mundane adventuring gear. Cordelia is a cleric of the goddess Freya. Her order has tasked her with coming to Grimmsgate to purify the town of any evil that might be infesting it and reconsecrating the ruined temple of Law.
Cordelia gives the catfolk a wary eye, taking half a step to interpose herself between the newcomer and Scarlet. "Aye, we'll be right with you," she says.
Cordelia follows Scarlet, keeping an eye out for any other dangers.
Cordelia delays to ensure that the threat has truly passed.
Cordelia points to the people across the way. "Over there!" she says. Without any ranged weapons to speak of, the rogue focuses on taking cover.
Cordelia curses when Filip goes overboard, even though she can't hear her own words. She stands up and looks for him, and if he is close enough, she extends the hilt of her long blade from him to grab. She then tries to haul him out of the water.
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The sudden detonations leave Cordelia's ears ringing! Unable to hear anything else nor see much through the fog, she crouches down to take cover and prepares to attack anything that gets close!
Readied Attack:
"If she says there's something there, then there's something there," Cordelia says to Filip. Though she doesn't see the moving thing herself, the rogue draws her sword just in case and keeps a wary eye on the water.
"The River Runner sounds right up our alley," Cordelia agrees.
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Seeing Scarlet upset, Cordelia reaches over to squeeze her hand. "Don't let him get to you, love. It was a good idea, we just didn't have the right mark to try it on. Keep her chin up, yeah?"
Cordelia chuckles and puts a hand on Scarlet's shoulder. "Think you might want to dial it back just a bit," she says with a smirk. "River Runner sounds good to me."
"So, this druid's school was built by a group of outsiders who call themselves Harry Tipper," Cordelia tells the rest of the group. "They usually frequent the Publican House, so we should try to avoid that tavern if we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. We also ought to be careful on the streets at night. Lots of criminals prowling about, looking for an easy mark." She tries to guide the group on a safe route through the city.
”Let’s do the damn thing,” Cordelia mutters.
Cordelia offers Scarlet her backpack. ”Here, love. You can share mine. Plenty of room in there, and I promise I won’t cheat you out of none of your coin.”
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Scarlet, don't forget to an ability point if you hadn't already. Lvl 4 +1 Con
Cordelia struggles to make sense of the odd being's ramblings. She's uncertain about the gift, but Scarlet takes the fire, and that seems to be good enough for the rogue. She accepts the gift as well.
Cordelia sighs and lower her eyes. So long as nobody gets hurt... "I know none are below me," she says as well.
Cordelia glances between the others. She sees Scarlet's obvious discomfort and the concern in Edwyn's eyes. She likewise is disturbed by the mission the person before them has proposed, but she waits to see what Filip has to say.
"My name is Cordelia Jerrell. What is yours?" the rogue responds defiantly.
Cordelia steps out beside Scarlet, sword at the ready. She squints in the gloom, trying to place the people that she sees.
"Right, let's get a move-on, then," Cordelia says. She begins leading the way down the right-hand path.
Cordelia crouches down and studies the filth. "Tracks here," she says. "Two sets--clawed feet and boots. The boots are fresher and go in that direction." She points to the tunnel to the right.
Cordelia feels her leg muscles beginning to protest from all of the walking. Nevertheless, she presses on, using her survival skills to navigate!
"Well, if there is some creature living down here, best keep our guard up, yeah?" says Cordelia. She keeps her sword at the ready as she follows just behind Scarlet.
"I wouldn't put it past these people to try to drug us," Cordelia says. "I feel fine, though. Think I've got a pretty sturdy stomach." She waits to hear what Scarlet can see down the tunnel.
Cordelia ducks back into her room, grabbing her backpack and blanket, before retuning to Scarlet's room.
"Truth is, I get lonely by myself at night, in the dark," Cordelia says. "Wouldn't mind the company, if you'll have me." She gives Scarlet a subtle wink, hoping the dwarf buys the act.
Cordelia quickly sits beside Scarlet, following her directions. "So, uh... read any good books lately?" she asks lamely. Deception isn't her strong suit.
”I slept alright, given the circumstances,” Cordelia says. She sets to her task for the day, seemingly undeterred by the food and the grueling work.
Appearance:
Cordelia stands a few inches taller than Scarlet, with caramel skin and brown hair. She has an athletic build and wears bits of leather armor over somewhat ragged clothes. A fine elven curve blade is strapped across her back. Now that she can fully see the others, Cordelia gives them each an appraising look. "Right, let's be about it, then. Breathe through your mouths, yeah?" she says.
The rogue works deftly, never faltering as she shovels the waste. Seeing Scarlet faltering, she helps the tiefling to her room, shaking her head as she collapses on the floor. "Hey, now. None of that! We need you at your best, love." She props the blue-skinned woman up, waiting till she uses her magic to clean herself, before tucking her into her bed.
"Works for me. I'll appreciate you being able to clean all this s$&~e off of us," Cordelia says. She fumbles in her pockets for flint and steel, using it to light the torch and finally see the people around her. "Ah. There are all your lovely mugs. Name's Cordelia. Wish we might have met under more pleasant circumstances."
Shoveling s@+&?!? I thought I was at a low point before, Cordelia thinks to herself. She keeps a straight face, though, allowing the orc to do his ritual thingy without protest. This is what she wanted, after all, when she sought out the king. Right?
”Ah, yes. The king. Don’t suppose you could offer up a bit light, could you?” Cordelia addresses the unseen orc. She shrugs and kneels amid the filth, suppressing a grimace. ”I’ll play along. ‘I Know None Are Below Me.’”
Cordelia manages to keep her bile down as she listens to the other woman explain the situation. She draws her elven blade, the steel whispering against the leather of its scabbard. "Got no lights, love. Guess we're doing this blind. Lead the way, and tell me which way to swing, yeah?"
Cordelia turns to the new voice. ”A sus what now? Is that Taldane you’re speaking or some different language, mate?”
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