"Foul creature! You will not be permitted to do anything more!" Dovak calls. He steps forward and brings his hammer down toward the creature's head.
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Dovak rounds the corner and takes a look at the scene. He draws his lucerne hammer, and peers at the creature attacking things on deck.
"I'm listening for any sign of what's happening out there; maybe Zirt is sneaking up to see." Dovak whispers back over his shoulder.
Chillin' like a vill... er. Paladin.
Moments after finishing donning his armor, Dovak takes off in the same direction Zirt ran. With his longsword in hand, his disheveled look has become one of battle--a man who has just fought and survived against great odds. Though wary of enemies, Dovak rushes to find what has come of the bard on the upper decks. "You casters watch out, we don't know what exactly is coming." he calls to Cyniq and the elven woman.
"Sounds like pirates. Or maybe some kind of sea creature? Anyway, something's on the ship that shouldn't be." Dovak says. Some of the words are muffled as he pulls on various armor pieces, but the gist comes through. "Do you have any armor Zirt?"
Dovak awakens with a start; his hair is a mess and his clothes are unkempt, but with practiced motions he starts pulling on his armor--albeit hastily. As he does so he takes a look around the cabin and yells to anyone still asleep: "Wake up! We've got to defend ourselves!"
"She's quite a lovely lady. And that tall one behind her is interesting as well. But the Captain said we should stay away from her room... Maybe if she's on deck sometime we can say hello."
"Well, then let's get them delivered. The coin he promised should be more than enough to come back to Absalom and explore for a while. How about you Zirt? Your uncle probably wants to see you... though either way I'll be going back so I can deliver the notes if you two want to stay here. I don't know how I'd send your payment over though. Maybe the Abadarians will do some kind of money transfer..." Dovak says just before starting his next bite.
I'm going to be driving across the country starting next Thursday, so my posting will be iffy thereafter; dunno if it will actually matter, but I arrive in New York in about 2 weeks after I leave.
"Whll Y goo uph nn Hien..." Dovak swallows again and continues "Well, I grew up in Tian Xia, and spent a long time wandering around both with my adoptive family and then following my late master--may Iomedae grant him peace--around while he fought evil creatures. But I'd never been to Absalom before this trip."
"Well, I'm not really in a hurry to join the Pathfinders, but being back in Magnimar would be nice." Dovak looks at the fare around the bar and says "I'll have a simple meal and a glass of wine please." He seems lost in thought, but the lost look persists until Zirt squeaks. "Huh?!" he blurts out. "Is everything okay?"
"I think you'll need to give him your address before he can write you, Zirt." Dovak interjects. Looking at Jaraim he says "Thanks about the books. And you," his voice takes a stern note as he turns to face the remaining assistant, "you would do well to change your ways. Be more careful who you work for--this time may or may not have been your fault, and you luckily were not put in serious harm's way, but your next... 'employer' may not be so nice. Maybe Jaraiim can give you a recommendation for the Pathfinder training or something; if not, think about stopping by the Iomeden temple in Absalom. Someone who repents his evil deeds and is willing to work to bring the light to others will probably be welcome there." Done proselytizing, Dovak turns back to Zirt. "That was a wonderful eulogy. Much better than anything I could have come up with, even given a whole day. I'm sure your mother would approve, and maybe you've opened a path for him to go on with Pharasma's guidance that wouldn't have otherwise been there." Dovak smiles and begins to pack up his things for the journey back to Absalom and then Magnimar.
Dovak looks to the gnome. "Well, I think the fishing thing kinda applies here... But I don't think either of us want to scale him. Maybe just a proper burial instead. I think maybe he was... like a fish out of water in a way? He just wasn't... in the right place. But now Pharasma can send him to where he'll fit in better, right?" Dovak looks slightly hopeful that the gnome will understand and agree with his ramblings. He pulls his bedroll out of his pack and uses it to cover the corpse. "Just until we take him outside." he whispers. He walks over to the books D'Aponte's henchmen indicated and puts them into his pack, nodding to Jaraim as he does so. "Can you watch over things here? I'll start digging. Simple tasks to occupy a person help keep you going in times like these." Dovak says. He pulls a dingy shovel off his pack and holds it in one hand. "Zirt, when you feel a little better, maybe you can help dig... or write a eulogy? You're a good speaker, so I'm sure you'll say something that will lead him well on his path to being sorted."
Dovak pats the gnome on the back. "Sometimes, little one, Iomedae and her bretheren leave for us tasks we'd rather not do. But if we refuse those tasks, then the world would be filled with people like D'Aponte instead of people like your mother. What would she say about this?" Dovak looks a little confused, but the gnome cannot quite see that from where she is. I hope her mother would say something comforting in this situation... he thinks. He waits until the gnome calms down, then whispers quietly to the dwarf "As we discussed, we can share D'Aponte's work with the Pathfinders; perhaps even get a copy made if it isn't just mad ramblings. Though we should make sure that he wasn't going to try and rule the world or something like that before we turn it over to our employer. Do you think the society might help with something like that?"
Thank you very much GM Tektite! I'm certainly up for continuing if others want to; I'm having fun.
"Stay down D'Aponte. You can surrender now, or you'll be put down." Dovak says as the man falls. When he tries to rise again, Dovak swipes at him with his hammer.
"Thanks, Jaraim!" Dovak calls out. A clatter follows the call as his longsword drops to the ground. He draws his lucerne hammer and looks at D'Aponte. "Your evil will stop, here and now!" Dovak declares. Dovak charges the man, swinging his hammer with all his might.
Dovak draws his sword and slashes at the rat in front of him. "Iomedae guide me!" he cries as he swings. ;
"He doesn't seem quite right in the head. We should be wary." Dovak approaches the stairs with his lucerne hammer at the ready and looks at them.
"Well, that was unpleasant. I'm glad we made it through in one piece. What were those things?" Dovak asks while sheathing his sword.
Dovak takes a deep breath, concentrating his will into his strike. He swings his sword, not trying to destroy the puppet with strength alone, just trying to connect and let the blade to its work.
"It worked once... by Iomedae's bountiful bosom be bested beast!" Dovak calls out as he steps to flank the last one.
"Iomedae's tapered teats these things are fast!" Dovak exclaims. He swings again, expecting little to come of it.
Dovak moves into the flanking position and tries to chop the puppet.
Dovak swings at the one in front of him again.
Dovak draws his longsword and swings at the one threatening Cyniq. "Back, foul..." he starts yelling but only finishes with a confused "... puppet?" then steps to a position where he can defend more of his teammates.
"You know, there are plenty of humans who take care of their things. And don't keep deadly birds as pets." Dovak responds, slightly indignant as he looks out the dormitory door.
"Yes." Dovak says.
"Perhaps we should look around this floor, then go down if we don't find a way up." Dovak says. He starts a short prayer to Iomedae, asking for her guidance.
"Well, if the man who sic'ed the... 'not birds' on us was d'Aponte, he's a danger to anyone nearby; those things were vicious! We'd best be careful no matter what we do." Dovak slowly moves forward, his lucerne hammer in hand, but not particularly pointed anywhere.
"We most certainly are not, but that does not mean we cannot enforce the local law, nor, dare I say it, Iomedae's will. It's a task that, alas, has been laid at our feet as part of what should have been a simpler mission. But we shall not falter, and will do what must be done." Dovak finishes his speech and pauses. "Or, well, that's what it seems like has been set before us anyway... Whether we like it or not..." his follow-up, significantly less motivating and inspirational, trails off.
"Err, Pathfinder Society? No, we're not with them. We're just here to collect a debt from the owner of this place. We passed some Pathfinders on our way here... Maybe they were the... 'beardless, flimsy spined, unreliable grubs?'" Dovak says, pausing to carefully repeat the Dwarf's words. "They mentioned something about retrieval from this man as well. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"
Dovak attempts to use the long hammer he retrieved from the ground to get the pack off the statue wearing one. He also takes a close look at several statues, wondering if they are in positions that people can even take.
He shudders a bit thinking of what must have happened to these folks... but proceeds to look inside the pack.
"Phew! That... That was scary! I thought we were done for... though I guess at this point turning back isn't really an option..." Dovak trails off.
Dovak prepares himself, taking a deep breath and concentrating even in the heat of battle so as to make sure his next swing counts. His sword slices through the air at the bird; a spatter of blood follows the blade as it comes to rest near his leg.
"I'm fine, but unfortunately so is this bird!" Dovak calls back as he takes another swing.
"Iomedae clearly put me here for a reason, let it be to destroy this foul creature!" Dovak calls out as he swings again.
Dovak tries to survey the battle as it is, but the bird-beast in front of him is taking all his attention just to keep the thing from biting him harder. Iomedae why do you send me to such places? runs through his head as it so often does when Dovak finds himself "Paladin-ing" instead of "squire-ing."
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