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Daegan looks at the beast, knowing it must surely realize its fate. Justice or death, what will it be? Speaking common, hoping the beast will understand, "Surrender or death, now." Daeg readies an action to take a subdual shot with his sword and gauntlet should the bugbear decide to continue the fight.
Daegan takes a 5' step to the right, lining up behind the closest bugbear, the dazed #3 I think. "Don't let that one escape, we shall hold the line here." He then swings his sword to draw attention away from Gjoren. Attack vs Closest Bugbear (1d20+6=10, 1d8+3=7) [ooc] I don't know if Stone can reach the fleeing bugbear, or if Myvannuii might have to take him down. Hopefully Bron and I can hold these remaining two for a moment or two.
As Stone moves up beside him, Daegan reaches out and lays a hand on his shoulder. "May Iomedae strengthen the weapons gifted you," casting Magic Weapon on his unarmed strikes. +1 enchantment to attack and damage, duration 2 minutes Recharge time, 5 minutes. Daegan then takes a 5 foot step to his right, to better shield Myvannuii. He strikes his sword to shield in issuance of a challenge. "Stay behind us, my lady, and we shall hold them to allow you the room to practice your arts."
Initiative 15 Daegan, not understanding the creature's speech, but feeling the gist seems less than friendly, prepares himself for what lies ahead. "My Lady Iomedae, bless your humble servant and his allies in the battle ahead, grant us both grace and speed to serve the cause in your name." Daegan casts Bless, recharge time 30 minutes, then moves ten feet forward of Myvanuii, shielding her from a charge by the creatures.
Sword drawn, Daegan crouches down near Gjoren. "Do we see any signs of the children?" he asks, scaning the distant travelers. "Could we have somehow gotten our paths crossed with others, and be following the wrong group of ner'do-wells? The safety and well being of the children must come first to defeating random ruffians."
"Master Gjoren, with the coming nightfall, will you be able to follow the tracks well, from dusk through dawn? I possess a torch blessed of my Lady that will burn with her eternal flame, as long as we need it, though I am uncertain this is the avenue we should consider. Perhaps we should take time and rest, striking out once more just before sunrise. We have pushed pretty well, and should be gaining on the wee ones, but I fear blindly stumbling around in the dark, or bearing torches and marching onwards, may only alert the kidnappers to our pursuit. Iomedae willing, our quickened pace will allow us to intercept and rescue the children before the sun sets once more. How say my companions, shall we rest or shall we proceed? I bow to the will of my allies, my sword ready to serve as you all decide."
Hefting his shield and giving his sword a few swings to workout the kinks, Daegan looks around the area and to Gjoren. "Friend tracker, are these tracks fresh enough to follow? This fellow may have taken the children, who even now rest in the clutches of his insects. Possibly he has the baker, soon to become a meal for his hive queen and their emerging brood. We should hurry as quickly as you lead, while the daylight lasts." Looking to Flask the guardsman, Daegan nods and addresses him. "Good trooper, it seems a new entrance to the city has been discovered, or an old one reclaimed. It's finding should come to serve you well in your duty, but perhaps we should cover it for now, lest some unsavory passersby use it for dishonorable purposes. I fear though, such already occured, and from the looks more often so than desired."
Hearing the horn call from above, Daegan looks to Stone as they finish searching the cellar area. "Perhaps we should return upstairs, my friend. I see nothing here of the lost children, nor what has happened to the absent baker. Between us, I fear the tunnel makers have done for him, and these ants have cleared away their deed." Cautiously, Daeg moves up the stairs to the ground floor, if possible remaining unnoticed by the guards. Wouldn't want them to mistake a kidnapping investigation for the looting of a private dwelling. He makes sure his tabard and holy symbol are prominently displayed. Iomedae willing, this will go well for us. Daegan moves to stand near Myvannuii, trying to look like nothing more than a seasoned adventurer and concerned citizen.
"Thaank you mistress, for our victory. Now, bless my companion and heal his wounds." Daegan approaches Stone and casts cure light wounds. Cure Light Wounds Results & Recharge Time My friends, shall we look around. Perhaps Gjoren and Bron might take the lead.
"I agree, we can always make restituion should our actions be for not, but we must see what transpires within, for the sake of the children's well being." Daeg moves to one side of the bakery door, ready to either smash down of the padlock with his gauntleted hand or assist someone stronger in wrenching the door open.
Accepting Tessem's wooden sword, Daegan takes a moment to secure it beneath the rain guard of his backpack, then reshoulders the load and steps out into the street. He takes a moment to enjoy what little airflow stirs the roadway, what passes for the breeze that blows through the caldera. While waiting for the others, Daeg takes in the surroundings in the area beyond Mrs. Oakleg's door. He looks over the shops, homes, windows, alleyways and rooftops up and down along the street. He looks to likely avenues the children could have headed, though were most likely actually carried, towards. Are we missing anything? What did Gjoren find hidden in the dust trails amongst Mrs. Oakleg's hearth and home?
"Thanks be to you, dear woman, for granting us this chance to aid you and yours. We shall not further take of your time." Nodding to those within sight, Daegan makes a slight gesture of movement towards the door. "We will be getting to it, whilst the day remains. Mrs. Oakleg, rest assured we will do all in our power to have your dears back shortly. I am certain through the considerable skills of our ertswhile tracker, we will find your missing young ones. Perhaps though, as we go, I might ask that we be allowed to take the lad's wooden sword, as a token of faith that we are truly sent to return he and the others to your home." Daeg turns to Mrs. Oakleg, the wooden sword in hand, looking to her for permission. If granted, he bows to her, and offers once more his thanks. If denied, he still offers thanks, carefully offering her the well worn plaything, a cherished token reminiscent of Daegan's own childhood's innocence. "May the light of Iomedae shine upon us all, and guide the children home." He then turns to take his leave of Mrs. Oakleg. "Everyone, I am sure we have taken enough of Mrs. Oakleg's time, so, unless one of you, my skillfully accomplished associates, has something further of import, may I suggest we humbly be on our way."
Sensing the others nearing completion of their investigations, Daegan stands and begins to make a few closing remarks for his questioning of the worried, elderly woman. "Mrs. Oakleg, we want to thank you for your time and patience during these trying moments. We are going to do everything we can to see the children returned to you. That said but I must ask something else. Who else has been asking after the children, seeking their safe return? Have they mentioned where they intend to look for them? We don't want to end up spending time covering the same grounds when seperate searches will more quickly recover the lost ones and bring them home again."
"Ma'm, we are deeply sorry for your troubles, and the loss of the children. By the guiding light of Iomedae, we will see your young back with you as quickly as possible." Moving her gently out of the doorway, into a more relaxed area like the living room or dining area, Daegan askes her to take a seat, trying to make her comfortable while the others look around. "Truly, I do not wish to linger on this hardship, but we must ask a few questions, if only to hasten their safe return. Can you tell us a little more about the children? Something that would help us get a better understanding of them, something we can use when we find them, which would help them know we are friends meant to help them." I then give her time to reply, nodding and commenting as appropriate, taking in her responses. Daeg, if possible, then takes a seat nearby, within her comfort zone. "Can you think of anyone that might cause them to be away so long? Perhaps a new friend or someone in the neighborhood that they could be with. Has there been anyone new in the area, or someone strange that you can recall recently?" Again I give time to respond and show her we are serious about wanting to help the children.
Noting to himself that it seems odd the bakery is closed this early, Daegan takes in the area. So close to the Oakleg home, and tracks that could lead away from the home, perhaps even those of one of the missing children. Curious, and worth investigating, but so is the Oakleg home. "Perhaps a quick look around the area, then, if only just to familiarize ourselves with the neighborhood. Mrs. Oakleg's not likely to wander far with the children missing."
To Gjoren: “ Agreed my friend, first round’s on me. Though, advice on a good lodgings ‘twould be appreciated.” To Bron: “True, we go to Mrs. Oakleg’s, and welcome. I am Daegan, and like you newly arrived to this town. These are I believe, and I apologize for the presumption, Masters Stone and Gjoren, and the Lady Myvannuii.” Daegan notices Bron’s Chelaxian features, slightly similar to those of his father. Daeg took after his Andoren mother, and for just a moment wonders, would he recognize his father’s features in his lost relations? Shaking his head to clear it, he focuses on the task at hand. Iomedae would see the children to safety before her own personal issues, and so should he. Let honor be served and justice be done before the setting of the sun.
Following along with the others, Daegan calls out a greeting, keeping pace behind Stone, and occasionally glancing around to assure no one, especially the elven lass, are lost in the rush. "Greetings all, and ‘tis truly a pleasure to be amongst such eager company. I am Daegan, Daeg to my sword mates, and humbly am I at your service. Let's not be unduly harsh with the dour Abadarian, ‘tis not in their nature to freely part with coin or bar. Lest not without fair and beyond return, that is."
As the crowds disperse somewhat, Daegan moves towards the golden priest, head somewhat tilted in a deferential nod, though not in subservience. “Greetings, Father Iverson, I am Her Sword Knight Esquire Daegan Mueller, late of Absalom. Though newly arrived in Cauldron, might this humble servant of Iomedae offer his services to this worthy cause? As I am unsure of the neighborhood to aid greatly in the search directly, perhaps I might assist in offering encouragement and comfort to the wards of Mrs. Oakleg. Where perchance might I find her boarding home and orphanage?” Daegan makes little note of the glances of the crowds, confident that his armor and tabard are well presented and presentable. He does make note of others the crowd likewise similarly judges. Comrades in a new found sea perhaps, he gives each a friendly nod as glances meet.
Having only arrived in Cauldron this morning, Daeg finds himself roaming the streets, taking in the differences from his former home in Absalom, the buildings and wharves of his landing in Eleder, and the few way points his trade caravan passed on its journey to Cauldron. Not what he expected, Daeg still finds the commonality of every place he's visited. People are people, and the all seem to need a place to meet. With that he wanders towards the market area. At one time, he thinks, his father had family here. Perhaps they are still here, and know something about his father, his heritage, his past. Iomedae, is this why I am here, Am I here to learn of my past, to find my family. Am I to bring honor and justice to their lives, such as what my father lost for my mother and myself. It is then that he hears, the town crier, and the voices of the crowds.
Daeg heads in the direction of the Golden Vault, and begins again the journey Iomedae has placed before him.
... Sully, Darian, and dathom: interesting characters all, although depending on Panda40's character, I'm afraid the rest of the party may have Darian's character shaking his head at their unreliable chaotic ways! Honor and justice prevailing my fair lady, I shall temper our party's passions with the steel and light of Iomedae's wisdom.
I have updated my sheet. I removed the Weapon Focus, darn my 3.5 war domain mentality, adjusted the scroll spells list, and posted my default spell list. Sorry for the errors. I'll update the background a little later today. I do have a question about the recharge magic option. I assume the domain spells do not recharge but remain single use per day abilities. However, will 0 level spells switch from PF RPG at wills to the recharge mode, 1d6+1 rounds to recharge? It shouldn't have much effect on game play, but I just wanted to be sure. |
