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"I could offer free if it seems like things may come to blows. I've a good number of abilities to call on, but that's the one that everyone needs at the end of the day..." He chuckles to himself. "Hopefully we won't need it, though. Killing is messy work."
Edward is down for this idea,assuming that he and Azulth are also investigating the same general area.
Ed's following Azulth so I was waiting on them.
Edward follows after Azulth, to keep his fellow servant of Pharasma company. Truth be told, he wasn't exactly the best person to go to for tracking. Still, he knows to keep quiet and follow the person actually able to do the work.
"I'll come with you too, Variel. If you're trying to track him directly, you may wind up needing a healer." Ed gives him a nod and a smile. "And I am a healer, more or less."
"We agreed to begin tracking the mysterious 'red man,' and made our way to the alley to let our new elven ally with the strange weapons attempt to track him..." Edward has pulled out a journal and is already jotting down notes.
Edward considers for a moment. "Nothing further from me. Give it its proper last rites." With a small smile, he turns towards the captain. "I'd like to continue looking into things as well, as a pathfinder. Someone's going to have to write all this down for later."
"You live, clearly, as my energies earlier harmed you... but you have no proper soul. You can never see the boneyard's queen, nor her unparalleled radiance. Indeed, you can't feel at all." He frowns. "I suppose I pity you, my friend. That's a horrible way to exist. May whatever portion of you that passes through the infinite cycles of existence remember this meeting, that we may be friends in the hereafter."
"Actually... I have a question or two." Edward moves over to get a good look at the creature, leaning over and studying its face. "If you don't fear pain or death... what do you fear? Is it irrelevance? The idea that your inherently temporary existence may end without you being able to do what you need to do? What about other emotions? Joy, from things other than following your programming? Have you considered the possibility of taking up a hobby?"
If the assassin is still alive after that, Edward takes a quick five foot step away from him and tries a good old fashioned DC 16 Hold Person on him. It's worth a shot.
The room suddenly goes dark, and Ed sighs to himself. He can't see in the dark at all. He remembers where the door is, though, and moves his way outside to see the status of the fight. There's seven people still in the darkness now, plus two out here is nine. That's one more than he can selectively avoid harming. Azulth has an iron will, but since he needs the healing specifically it'd be a poor idea to let the negative energies hurt him. The captain, Ed decides, is the next most likely to have the iron willpower required to ensure minimal damage--and even if he shouldn't have that, he can just apologize later. A cone wouldn't reach the girl who the assassins were attacking.
"Now that you mention it... I saw something like that too. He bumped a red-skinned guy with a heavy cloak. I was noting him because I was wondering if he was a devil or some kind of elemental-blooded sort. They were between the buildings for a moment..." he trails off. "Do you think--?"
Ed holds up a journal with his thumb in the pages. "I'll probably wind up jotting down what I can for the lodge's records later. If that's alright, then I'd be happy to join you."
"Edward Fiorin. Pharasmin cleric with the Pathfinder Grand Lodge. Likewise." An extraplanar being, and a Chelish bigwig. He'd hit gold. Ed gives a smile as he takes the offered hand and shakes it. "There's a lot of talking going on, so I figured I'd do some writing. It's then that the captain arrives, and he nods an affirmative. "I did what I could--the ones who didn't bleed out before we got there should be stable at the very least. The guard's tale is correct."
Infernal:
"For most devils, looking like a raven is a pretty good trick. Did you mean you don't do other tricks..?" Mephiston, the pedantic scraggly-looking nerd in priest robes and armor that channeled energy a minute ago is talking to your raven with a journal open in one hand and a pen in the other.
"They're stable, alongside everyone else within about thirty feet of me." he responds simply, adjusting his glasses as he turns back towards Azulth. "Questioning them... that was always more your thing than mine. Clearly Pharasma weaved this into the day--y-you should go with them. It's a good chance to learn about this Disciple, I think." he's mercifully lacking in jokes at the expense of the mask/scarf combo, but if Azulth were to suspect Ed of having an ulterior motive, he'd be right. He'd heard something speaking infernal, and in this city that meant either an extraplanar being, a Chelish bigwig, or both. He cranes his neck towards the source, looking for anything obviously demonic.
Four wounded in total, and the whole lot of them seem stable enough to survive. Still, if something's worth doing it's worth overdoing, or so Edward tells himself as he presents his holy symbol and fires off a channel energy to help them all recover.
It felt halfhearted but, it'd have to do--his real interest here was in making sure nobody else died today. Pharasma'd take them in time, but part of the purpose of life was to fight to avoid their inevitable fate. "A-Azulth," he finally speaks to the inquisitor he'd noticed next to him while checking the bodies, voice as soft as you'd expect from a person who'd never leave the library if given a choice. "I d-didn't think I'd see you here. Always a pleasure to have another skilled hand at healing."
Ed stands and makes his way over to the people who'd been cut down. Interfering in philosophical debates was never really his thing, but people being cut down over them seemed like a good point to step in--particularly when the price of compensation was added to the mix. Hurrying over, he casts deathwatch to see quickly which of them are still able to be healed. If anyone can, then he'll drop spells to cast Cure Light Wounds to stabilize them. If not, he'll simply make sure their eyes are shut and give a silent prayer.
Speaking of the Church, a member of Pharsma's own is trying his best to blend into the crowd so that he can hear what the Lost Disciple's follower is raving about today. It certainly seems like an interesting story--the rebirth of a god and all that--and the short (for a human) man is taking notes in his journal of the cliff's notes of the man's arguments and points. The power had to be coming from somewhere, of course, but Aroden is supposed to be dead. Any hint in these ravings as to what that power truly is could be helpful.
It's a big enough group that I'll only just be able to keep everyone out of the negative channels, alongside one summoned creature/animal companion/what have you. If we pick up any more friends I'll have to get creative. :'D @Azulth: Seeing as the Grand Lodge is also in Absalom, they probably see each other whenever the both of them are between missions at the same time, then. He tends to gravitate back there for their wealth of information, and he'd frequent the cathedral while he was there.
Also belatedly, Azulth and Ed may already know each other. Ed's a member of the Society so he travels a lot, meaning he frequents Pharasmin churches all over the place.
I'm just looking forward to Edward using Command Undead to grab some undead someone else made to ram them into things and destroy 'em and our Inquisitor side-eyeing him because that is just this side of okay to her church. I'm playing a pragmatic balance freak, what is this life. Anyways, looking forward to playing with you all! |
