The Jakardos and Vale both look askance at Ardryll. "Hey, we're right here. And we all went out on ranges that day." explains Jakardos.
For his part, Kayven keeps silent and even manages to look off into the woods.
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Saelon seems a bit sad as he admits, "Oh no. This one has other obstructions keeping him from questing with you. I have brought a trusted friend to take my place. He comes from a good family has more experience training with majik than some have even been liveliness! I assure you he is at least as good as I could be."
The little bird flits over towards the newcomer and lands on the ground. There is a moment of seeming as the bird shifts to become Saelon. He stands up from a crouch and says, "It has been too long, Huntress." He steps forward to embrace his friend. "It seems you have found other traveling compatriots! Good, good!" He looks over the group and asks Shamarca, "Care to introduce all of us? This friend here is Lothale, and he has been tasked to find out why the giants in the area are so restless. It seems our ranger friends in the woods are in over their heads. Ancient alliances call for us to render aid. So, here is your aid." Saelon motions to Lothale.
Shamarca looks around at the sudden voice from the woods, she isn't sure what he said, but she knows she heard "Saelon" in there somewhere. With a shout she says, "Whoever's there, step onto the trail where we can see you!" Jakardos, and Vale take up positions ready to break into the woods if needed, or stand and fight if that's called for. Kayven looks ready to run, no matter what else happens.
Jakardos smirks at the excessively vain young woman and says, "Elvish, Lass. If you think it's pretty from me, wait till you hear it from someone raised to it." For his part, Vale tries, but fails to hold his tongue. "No, poor don't migrate, but they do spead-like a plague in the wake of the wealthy." The older man chides him, "Now now, be kind-she is a guest in our woods - " He switches back to Elvish, Spoiler: Jakardos smiles , the very picture of a host. With one eye.
And she'll be gone soon as we can get her her precious baggage. DC20 Sense Motive: Jakardos is not impressed.
As the group walks their way closer to the fort, Kayven sidles up next to Kathrynn. He smiles, a charming disarming grin and asks her, "I'm sorry miss, I just wanted to ask if you could remind me of your name." He winks, "Not that I don't remember it, just that it sounds so much better coming from your lips." Both Vale and Jakardos roll their eyes at the young man's antics. In Elvish, Jakardos says, Spoiler: Cut it out lad, the woman's outta yer league!
A bird flits up to Shamarca and lands on her shoulder. Surprising as that is, it is not nearly as surprising as the fact that it begins whispering to her in a familiar voice! DC10 Sense Motive:
It's Saelon! The bird says, "Wait at the next fork! We are late, but we are coming!"
The heroes and the former prisoners make their way back to Turtleback Ferry where Jakardos writes a missive and sends it off with Lisbet's brother and their boat. Lisbet smirks and says, "Of salt and earth, adventure comes on foot for now." The group rises before the sun and is on the trail to Fort Rannick by sun-up. Jakardos and Vale set a hard pace, and even harder for themselves and Ardryll. Jogging ahead of and alongside of the party they are on constant alert for any ambushers or traps. Only Kayven seems to have little interest in the retaking. "Fort Rannick, never helped me or mine much, plus, where's the fun in dying on an ogre hook?" DC12 Perception: Kayven wears a multihued seven pointed star tattoo on the inside of his left wrist.
The older man rolls his one good eye before announcing, "Some of us are going to be headed back out to Rannick to get a piece of revenge-" He is interrupted when Vale says, "And our damned fort back!
"Yeah, what Vale said."
An older man with a scarred face and milky white eye speaks first, "We were hit by an ambush on the way from Fort Rannick. These Grauls have been up here for a few generations and this is the first time they have done anything that'd deserve getting killed for." A second man, this one dark skinned and burly echoes that, "Yeah, bad times. These ogre kin hit us just as we were setting up an overnight lager. It was like they knew exactly where to look! Bah, curse those damned Graul's more beast than man anyway." The first man says, "Be calm Vale, it seems our vengeance has been delivered. Before we continue, introductions? I am Jakardros, this is Vale and Kaven." He points to first the big man that has spoken, and then the smaller man that has remained silent. "But now, we have to get back to our duties. Retaking the Fort." Vale says, "Aye boss and as soon as we can. Ogres in Rannick! This is too much, eh Kevan?" The smaller man smirks, "Yeah, unbelievable."
Discuss all the discussing things that come to your disgusting minds.
Lisbet looms over the now dead form of Mammy Graul. "Ja, better this one is dead. Let's finish this raid. The barn and the kellar." * * * It doesn't take long for Lisbet and Shamarca to finish clearing out the cellar, more offal and rotten meat. The barn has some surprises, though. Prisoners, slated to become food. Amongst them are four rangers of the Black Arrows, a dwarven Hearthmaiden and a woman. All of them are found unconscious due to beatings after their capture. A few moments of tending brings them around easily enough.
The party makes their way to the bottom of the clock tower, surprised that such a titanic struggle did not result in said tower's collapse. Odazak's mortal coil is a heavy burden to all as the companions make their desecent down the rickety and partially destroyed stairs, but they manage to make do.
Theramas would get the most bang for the buck with the Tunic as well... it being an armor slot without being armor and all...
For the future, put up the item descriptions over here and Character interactions in Gameplay :) Also, to prevent "Wall of Text" use Spoiler tags :D Don't forget,
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lol at times, so did I! But for me, I was caught between a rock and a hard place: we expected the boys to be here, or at least Amy to come down to play... my choices were short man it, or delay the action *again* :/ Neither choice was good, but y'all got 'er done! The party is nominally seven deep. How do you all feel about a tag-along NPC for sessions we do have to short man it? Kinda like Gaven stepping in to help, but not one of the player's PCs.
Off table chatter; keep it to a dull roar!
The Heroes of Sandpoint have finished their bloody work in the clock tower and begin the morbid task of looting the corpse of Xanesha as well as her silk pillow laden lair. On Xanesha's body you find Her spear, "The Impaler of Thorns", a Medusa Mask, a Sihedron Amulet, and a Snakeskin Tunic. The chests against the wall are unlocked using a key Xanesha had tucked under her armor. Various coins amounting to 304platinum, much of that in small coins-copper, silver. The coins are in tidy pouches of 100coins per pouch. One chest contains 4,200 gold worth of gems and jewelry, all of it very sellable. The last chest contains four potions of Cure Moderate Wounds; a +2 Small Kukri; a Ring of Jumping and a Golembane Scarab. The most valuable treasure is not gilt, or magic. Information in the form of a crumpled letter: My Sister,
This is an explanation of some conventions. "This is character Voice, as if spoken aloud." This is inside Voice, thoughts if you will.
Oh, btw, the dungeon was completely seat of the pants. :)
The two automatons are junk on the fitted flagstone floor and all that is left is the door they were guarding. Kross inspects the doors and finds them free of traps, though locked. He fixes that with a practiced flip of his wrist; the doors are open. Beyond the doors is a large room, a vault of some sort. Across the room is a large display case but it is empty. Searching the room thoroughly, you find several small boxes packed into a larger crate. The boxes hold some set of very nice jewelry, beaten gold and green gemstones. At the main display case there is a secret slide panel. When you open the panel, the room fills with light. A brilliant dazzling light that stings your dark adjusted eyes for a moment. As your eyes focus you see a man, he at first seems frail, but that is an illusion. He grows stronger as you watch; his frame expanding to fill the regal robes he is wearing. His deep blue robes are embroidered with a repeating string of winged eyes. On his breast is an amulet, it is a sunburst, brilliant gold set with several gems, the whole surmounted by a straight steel blade. Booming, his voice calls out, DC 15 Knowledge-Religion: The eyes are the symbol of Aroden!
After dinner Arael and Janven close themselves in one of the side rooms and it is not long before their voices are raised. DC20 Perception:
Janiven is arguing that they Children need income, because as the new heroes are successful, they are drawing the wrong attention too. Arael tries to reason that the Heroes need to do as they do, and that is Iomedae's design-let the heroes blossom before testing them too sorely. Janiven says flatly, "No, they need to find out about the Sword of Dawning. You know where they can find information. Ask them to do it." The room is all but silent after that. Janiven brusquely opens the door back into the common room, her face is flushed but she tries to put on a smile. She goes around the room and again thanks you all for your support. Her only comment about the heated discussion is, "Arael knows best..."
I will publish an Alias for Peggy :) Mandrel, you can create an alias that *is* Kross. Start by hitting "My Account" in the top menu, the next page will have a section titled: "Message Board Aliases". From there you can create a new alias. Once you have an alias created anytime you post in *any* part of the forums, you can post as any one of your aliases. This lets you select a different avatar for each character/persona you adopt for the forums/PbP stuff.
During the days after the funeral, Arael and Janiven are more busy than usual. They are also in the safe house less. When they return in the evening, they are usually tired, but excited. Arael says, "It seems that the message is getting a little louder each day. Duncal hasa group of ten folks that he is training as we speak!" The rest of the Children busy themselves or, return to work their normal jobs. Fiosa works hard on turning her painting supplies into something resembling figures. One evening she even presents something that might very well be a vase on a table. Until she turns it upside down. "Wellll... Like Miriam said, keep trying!" She grins and is off again to spread color to the world.
To URL link a pic/page (sans Spoiler tag)... type (no spaces) [ url=http://paizo. com/people/KaterinaTheMaid]Katerina the Maid[/url ] that will create a link to the page you want displayed:
I will post one soon :-)
The old man half turns to Miriam and gives a chuckle, "Polite if nothin' else." He smirks and says, "Dotarri are our loyalist bestest protect'ers. And ya showed 'em up." He stops, seems to be thinking and then spits out, "But maybe fresh folk is wha' we need tha most? Bless ya little sister."
Janiven answers Valador's question, "Ya, Jakob has been kind of with us from the beginning. He won't pick up arms, or break bread with us, but his ears are as good as any we have on the street." The Archer nods to the old man, as she seems sure he overheard her comment.
After their brush with disaster on the abandoned wharves, the party is walking home. Not long into the walk, a filthy man wearing tattered clothes approaches Janiven. "Ma'am. Is good ta see you again, and wiv more friens at that." Janiven smiles and says, "Of course Jakob. It's always good to see you too. Are you doing ok?" "Am, fine. But you did summat the Dotarri din't care to-ya killed tha' little Whitechin and his clan." Janiven blushes, and deflects the credit, "Oh no, not me. I was a bare help. It was the courage of these," Janiven points to each of you in turn, "Pavanna, Miriam and Valador. Jakob, if it's not too much work, can you let your people know that Westcrown may have a fresh chance to grow again." The vagrant smiles, dirty teeth and all, with a pride you wouldn't suspect in such a man. "Back ta the day of our Fathers!"
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