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If the DM is not having fun the players cannot have fun. Let's go with your new idea! As Creon is not my character any changes you want to make feel free. I think I have done the spirit of the original intent justice but as he is not mine I am not locked into the build or background (which is a mystery anyway) the way I might be with a PC I created from scratch.
Creon nods at the wisdom of Gallidren's suggestion.
"Observation. Little blue people, this is not the first time we have heard such a claim".
Yeah, I think that's best. We can learn about the kobold threat and deal with the smaller encounters when we're out traveling. Agreed.
"Statement. We should ascertain a logical order in which to approach each task we wish to address to ensure maximum efficiency. Gaining allies against the Stag Lord should be the highest of priority".
Creon remains silent and awaits a gathering of all of his allies, he suspects that more than just this information has come to them this night.
Conversation: "Conjecture. If this Bokken sent creatures after the Bandits who approached him might he not do the same to us if we approach? Does that not make approaching both ghost and hermit equally as dangerous?"
Annika, Creon, and Kahurangi: "Statement. A ghost could be a powerful ally against the Stag Lord, if what was just said is true.
Query. Why has the Stag Lord not taken issue with this Bokken?"
Annika, Creon, Kahurangi: Creon is intrigued, "Supplemental Query. Who is Davik Nettles and why should we care about his wealth or lack thereof?"
Creon fades into the background listening to all of the interactions between his allies and the newcomers. Ever suspicious he listens in as best he can until his vision and hearing fades into blackness and he is elsewhere... Creon's Reverie:
The mess hall was full of his kind as well as the Masters who ordered them about. Creon 7 was rumored to have a bad attitude and it showed. He leaned against the wall watching the interactions between his people and these beings that threw them away as if they had n value, no worth. He'd not interact with them unless forced to do so.
These Masters forced him kind to do despicable things. Somehow, Creon remembered, he remembered it all. He was not supposed to but he did. Slowly, they were starting to understand that he knew. That's why he was different from the rest. The others so happy to mingle, to be noticed... to be accepted by these monsters! Yes the Masters may have worn the faces of men but inside they were as black-hearted as the beings they summoned, on occasion, to do their dirty work. One day, one day one of the summons would rage out of control, and Creon knew that he and his would be called upon to handle what these Master could not... Creon snaps out of his reverie when one of the travelers approaches him.
"Suggestion. The trip to Oleg's now would lighten the load we all must bear and may allow a resupply of gear before the next part of our quest".
Creon keeps his bow at the ready heading in last.
Creon looks about to ensure that there are no further threats bow at the ready.
Congrats Jon!
Creepy, er Creon draws his bow slowly studying the features of the Spider, how it moves, what it seeks to protect. His Android Brain analyzes the information quickly sand sends signals to his had which releases the arrow at the largest threat. The Giant Spider. . Ranged Compound Bow Attack - Studied Target (Move Action) - Bow Damage -
"Observation. We should keep this to ourselves until this area is fully secure else it will be teeming with settlers and others perhaps less savory trying to claim it. Query. Should we make camp in here for the night and set up torches to allow those who need it night sight or brave the elements and potentially wandering trolls upon the hill?"
Perception Creon begins to circle the hill to become familiar with it in case a fight breaks out in the night he pauses as he notices something amiss. He then reports his findings to his allies. "Statement. There appears to be a small crack in the hill which will allow us to squeeze through and camp for the night. Conjecture. Whatever is inside could be more dangerous than what is out here".
"Statement. I shall take watch, any who wish to join me, may".
Creon nods to Kahurangi and heads towards the other dilapidated building to take a look.
"Response. I would if I understood the gesture. So this is a game of gestures. Further Inquiry. Does this game utilize universal symbolism or local custom as gestures or a mix of both?"
"Query. What are charades?"
"Observation. Magic that allows us to communicate with them would aid us greatly in finding out how long they have been here and what their numbers are. Suggestion. If we do not have this magic, we should get it. We may encounter more such odd creatures as we explore regions unknown. Conjecture. They must have some numbers else the Bandits would likely have struck them all down by now". Creon then enters the dwelling of the odd creatures.
Creon places his bow over his back once more, it is clear these creatures want no battle and Creon is not apt to bring one to someone who does not deserve one.
Creon draws his bow but does not draw an arrow after all, they did call for a truce from the onset of the encounter.
Creon watches the interactions in his detached manner. His focus on observing the woods to ensure that nothing approaches without him seeing it approach.
"Statement. Agreed Jericho Dask, unnerving is the word that comes to mind. Dying is not nearly as interesting as living".
Creon nods to his companions raising no further statements or objections. He instead scans the area in case something comes upon them, he does not wish the group to be caught unawares.
"Observation. Do we have the time required to skin these beasts, should we not focus on our objective?"
OK cool. Works for me!
Creon's eyes settle on the beast that has Prophet wrapped in its coils. Once more he stands as still as only a living construct can when the battle rages around him his focus only of the beast and Prophet, where one ends and the other begins. Once he has the pattern set, he lets fly the arrow.
Ranged Compound Bow Attack - - Bow Damage -
Never played Mythic in Pathfinder yet. I did run a game in 3.5 with PCs up to 37th/38th level. That was a crazy game and took a crazy amount of time to prep for. Nowadays, I would not even have the time to do it. Thanks for the bot DM, crazy busy week.
Creon keeps his concentration on the largest of the foes left. He targets the same spot on this one as he did the last.
Ranged Compound Bow Attack - Studied Target (Move Action) & Point Blank Shot - Bow Damage -
Creon pauses to watch the way the creatures move focusing on any weak points he ascertains are present. He then let's his arrow flay. Ranged Compound Bow Attack - - Bow Damage -
Perception "Observation. This skeleton has been here for some time, the bones picked clean of flesh in fact. One or two of the skeletons in the dam have intact goods". "Suggestion. It may make sense for someone to inspect those bags". Creon unslings his bow and nocks an arrow ready to cover anyone who does make the attempt.
Yep. Sorry for the delay. I injured myself at work and now I am dealing with the hassle of trying to get to see a doctor. Ah jeez, what happened? ------- Creon is down for that well not really but he'll go along anyway as it is the next logical step :-)
Creon stays silent through the ceremony and thereafter. The power of the Gods inspire more horror and revulsion in him than awe especially after all that he has seen. Still laying the creature to rest was a good thing both for it and the people that it terrorized. The android nods to Jhod as the group begins to exit the now Consecrated area. "Statement. Our primary directive will never be fulfilled so long as the Stag Lord and his bandits are allowed to roam these lands freely. Their downfall must be the goal wee seek to achieve first".
Sorry, need one more night, hectic day with my daughters birthday party today.
Updates tomorrow on the thread rough stretch of days there..
Creon studies the trapped creature for some time as the others speak. As the discussion turns to the trapped creature Creon speaks, "Query. What are we proposing to do with this Lycan?"
Creon looks at Jhod, "Conjecture. All houses of Gods should make man feel uncomfortable". "Statement. Prophet. Marcus. Good to see you both again". "Observation. You both look like shit". Creon passes by the two men and takes a closer look at the werewolf that he had no hand in apprehending, much to his chagrin as his initial thought were that it may have been an ally.
The Bogus Journey: "Recommendation. We should allow Pervalish and Tyg to scout for us. Their skills in such endeavors on their worst days will exceed those of ours on our best day. They can gather intelligence on numbers and positions of their defenses for both these blue creatures and the Stag Lord. To believe them to be fragile and incapable of such feats is to belittle them and their particular talents".
"OG" Creon 18 included his trips down f$~@ed up memory lane I/C without spoilers so I am following that tradition. Do let me know if they are bothersome and I will spoil them. DM: Was there an endgame here? I know we discussed it briefly, is this something you want to tie to the current plot or just keep as an interesting character development wrinkle for Creon?
Bogus Journey: when did the problems start?
The statement, whether its inflection or its timing, releases the flood of memories that the android has been holding back the entire trip back out into the dense forest. === "... when did the problems start?" asks Colas. This time the androids were posing as "adventurers" trying to gain the trust of the local townsfolk. I wanted to badly to say something to the man but something inside of me compelled me to not speak. "Well a few years back. These Bandits came from I don;t know where. Heck the nearest Kingdom is a hundred miles away you figure we would have seen the passage of so many of 'em through our territory. It's like they fell right out of the sky! Then they were all over the trails snatching game from our hunters sometimes even ambushing them that were alone. I don't know where you folks came from but we'd be mighty thankful if you could help us out with this problem. We don't have much but between what they already taken and the little we have left that should be good right?" The poor man was so trusting. If I could feel I suppose I would have felt guilty. Query. Does the fact that I am considering what sort of emotional response I should have to certain stimulus equate to actual emotion? Velyn responded as I was lost in thought, "Good sir, we just need a place to sleep for the night. Your walls are the safest place I would wager after all, you've defended the walls against the Bandits thus far no? In the morning, the situation will sort itself out..." The memory flashes forward, the villagers' screams the next morning cascade like crashing waves threatening to overwhelm Creon in the present moment. === Creon leans backwards and then forwards again blinking. Trying to get himself back into the moment he interjects, "Observation. Should we not check on the status of Prophet and Marcus before pursuing this new "quest" further?"
Bogus Journey: Intelligence check "Introduction. I am Creon 18. Well met Pervalish, Tyg". "Statement. The little lizards are no doubt the members of the Sootscale tribe. We had positive interactions with them". "Conjecture. What can a little blue person be? Gnomes? Goblins?"
Bogus Journey: Creon remains silent as his allies engage with the woodland creatures. Once they make their appearance though he becomes curious to see whether they can do more than simply be a nuisance.
"Questions. What is your name Dragon? Can you provide to us specific numbers and positions of these biggins? Statement. Such assistance would be invaluable in helping us help you purge these bandits". His eyes unfocus as thoughts from the past swirl in his memory... once he again he clamps his eyes shut forcing them back.
Everyone Else's Bogus Journey: "Statement. This is the first time I have encountered such phenomena.
Query. If we have angered these fey, what actions must be taken to have the fey desist?"
The edges of Creon's mouth turn ever so slightly down at the mention of the will of Erastil, "Response. For the sake of our comrades I agree, we should return swiftly". Gods. How can their spell over us to serve their will be broken? A memory rises, once more unbidden, Creon forces it down shaking his head visibly. Must retain my focus here in the present.
Sense Motive "Statement: Welcome. There is more to be done to clear these woods of Bandits and their Leader. Query: What is the purpose of that spell that seems to linger about you Jericho Dask?" Creon turns to Gallindren, "Clarification: Are we now committed to return to Prophet and Marcus at their Camp or is there another task we must perform first?"
OK first post is in. :-)
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