Eryzule, Lord of Tea's page

Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Green/Veridian Plant matter strands
Skin Tone: Fair, if not pale
Eyes: His eyes are a deep, swirling blue.
Notes: Though he is in good health, not a soul would consider Ery capable of labor or work in general. His body was tall but rather lankly as his muscle mass was sorely lacking. His features, due to this lack of muscle, seemed gaunt, though the glow of his skin kept him mildly attractive at the very least, those who lingered around him for two long may find him an oddity.

Eryzule has a wound that healed oddly during an encounter with a rolling croc. It's causing him to limp. Although painless, it causes shame. He goes to some lengthy efforts to hide it. Mostly by being seated.

Hitpoints:32
Armor Class:13=10 + 3(Dex) FF:10/Touch:13
Saves:Fort:+2[(+0)+2] Ref:+5[(+3)+2] Will:+8[(+1)+7]
Initiative:+3
base attack Bonus:+3

Temple of Calistria (4 PP): Regardless of your class, you are an active member of your local temple or place of worship. Your commitment to seeing your faith prosper and grow has ingratiated you with the local clergy, and you may even hold a spot among them when not out adventuring. You can use Heal to make Day Job rolls. Once per game session, if you have access to an operating temple of your faith, you can have a cleric cast either cure moderate wounds or lesser restoration on yourself or one of your allies, free of charge. You must visit the temple to receive this attention.

Trustworthy:You gain a +1 trait bonus on Bluff checks made to fool someone.
Courtesan: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Sense Motive checks and Diplomacy checks to gather information, and one of these skills (your choice) is always a class skill for you.

Elven Immunities: Elves are immune to magic sleep effects and gain a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.
Keen Senses: Elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks.
Elven Magic: Elves receive a +2 racial bonus on caster level checks made to overcome spell resistance. In addition, elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Spellcraft skill checks made to identify the properties of magic items.
Weapon Familiarity: Elves are proficient with longbows (including composite longbows), longswords, rapiers, and shortbows (including composite shortbows), and treat any weapon with the word “elven” in its name as a martial weapon.

Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell with a range of personal, your skin toughens, granting you a natural armor bonus equal to the spell’s level for 1d4 rounds. This bonus does not stack with any other natural armor bonuses you might have.
Tanglevine (Sp): At 1st level, as a standard action, you can create a 15-foot-long, animated vine that springs from your hand. This vine lasts for 1 round and can be used to make a single disarm, steal, or trip combat maneuver, using your sorcerer level plus your Charisma modifier in place of your normal CMB. You can use this power a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier.
Photosynthesis (Ex): At 3rd level, you feed upon nature’s raw essence. Your need to eat and sleep is reduced as if wearing a ring of sustenance, and you gain a +2 racial bonus on saving throws made against poison and sleep effects. At 9th level, these bonuses increase to +4.

Revelations:
Wooden Weapon (Su): You can create a wooden club, quarterstaff, longspear, shortspear, or spear that lasts for 1 minute for every oracle level you possess. This weapon is appropriate for your size. You are considered proficient with the weapon. The weapon disappears after 1 round if it leaves your grasp. At 3rd level, the weapon is considered masterwork. At 7th level, 15th level, and 19th level, the weapon gains a +1 enhancement bonus. At 11th level, the weapon gains the keen weapon property (or the equivalent increase to its critical threat range, if it is a bludgeoning weapon). You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier.

Bluff: +16 (+3 Cha, +7 Rank, +3 traits/feats, +3 trained)
Diplomacy:+19 (+3 Cha, +7 Rank, +3 traits/feats, +3 Trained, +3 Skillfocus)
Knowledge Arcana: +12 (+3 Int, +6 Rank, +3 Trained)
Knowledge Nature: +11 (+3 Int, +5 Rank, +3 Trained)
Knowledge Religion: +8 (+3 Int, +2 Rank, +3 Trained)
Profession(Calistrian Escort):+11 (+1 Wisdom, +7 Rank, +3 Trained)
Sense Motive: +12 (+1 Wis, +7 Rank, +1 Trait/feat, +3 Trained)
Spellcraft:+9 (+3 Int, +3 Rank, +3 Trained)

Class:Eschew Materials
1st)Voice of the Sibyle
3rd)Skill Focus (Diplomacy)
5th)Spell Focus: Enchantment
7th)Great Spell Focus: Enchantment

Level 0(5): Daze(DC15), Distrupt Undead, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, Read Magic, Jolt

Level 1[7/day][6+1]:Entangle*, Thunderstomp, Ear-Piercing Scream, Magic Missile, Shield, Charm Person(DC 16)

Level 2(5/Day)[2+1]:Bark Skin*, Hideous Laughter(DC17),Scorching Ray

Level 3(3/day)[1]: Hold Person(DC18)

Level 0(4): Guidance, Detect Magic, Enhanced Diplomacy, Light

Level 1[5/day]: Cure Light Wounds, Bane

Carrying CapacityL:23 M:24–46 lbs H:47–70 lbs
-* Item within pockets of above item
Scholar's Outfit(6lb)[worn]
- Self grown tea (x2 bags)
- [10gp]Journal(1lb)
- Wand of Charm Person 49/50
- Wand of Endure Elements 30/50
- Potion of Water Breathing
[2pp] 3x Scroll of Shatter, 1x Scroll of Knock
[4000gp] Bracers of armor +2
[2425gp]+1 Longbow
[2200gp] Ring of featherfall
[1gp] x20 arrows
[25gp]Ceremonial Tea Set(5lb)

Platinum:0
Gold:2885
Silver:3
Copper:0

Hydra's Fang Incident: Andora reguards as an upstanding free citizien of the republic.
Hydra's Fang Incident: Entitled to one free casting of divination from Church of Asmodius in Egorian.
Ritual of Stardust: Guiding Stars: Once as a standard action, you can throw the handful of sand into the air, causing the air to sparkle faintly for 1 minute in a 40-foot radius centered on your space. All creatures in the area gain a +2 luck bonus on saving throws against any effects that would give them the confused condition, and any confused creature in the area that would act normally or babble incoherently on its turn receives a new saving throw against the confusion effect; if successful, the creature ends the effect for itself only.
Frozen Fingers of Midnight: The Yagevna family in Irrisen recognized you as a close associate for freeing their daughter, Natalya, from her icy prison. When in Irrisen, you gain a +2 circumstance bonus on all diplomacy rolls when you mention the Yagevna family and how you assisted them.
Scalefriend[][][]: You were fortunate to encounter and aid the kobold Nighttail, who helped you to neutralize the Blood Vow tribe. She still owes you a good turn or two, and you may call in a favor when performing one of the skills below to use Nighttail’s skill modifier instead of your own as she assists you. Alternatively, Nighttail can cast a spell as though she shared your space, though any attacks of opportunity she provokes for spellcasting damage you (they still force her to make a concentration check). Using any of the skill-based or spellcasting favors requires your spending the time or actions to perform the task yourself. You may use the favors listed below in any combination, checking off one or more boxes each time you ask for help. When you check the last box, Nighttail’s debt has been repaid; cross this boon off your Chronicle sheet.
• Handle Animal +7
• Survival +10
• Bluff +9
• Cast resist energy (CL 1st, concentration +2)
• Nighttail and Hak (The Dragon’s Demand 14–15) fight alongside you for one encounter in The Dragon’s Demand module. You may use this boon at the beginning of combat or at the start of a combat round. Nighttail and Hak begin combat adjacent to you or in the closest available square, and they act on their own initiative. The pair have a starting attitude of helpful and follow your commands to the best of their abilities, but they are GM-controlled NPCs; a GM may grant you direct control at his or her discretion. If Nighttail and/or Hak die during the encounter, cross the entire boon off your Chronicle sheet. (2 boxes)
Day at the Auction:During the auction of the Hunclay estate, you bid on and won an exceptionally rare item. When you purchase (not upgrade) one magic item, you may treat your Fame score as though it were 3 higher to determine your maximum item cost. When you use this boon, cross it off your Chronicle sheet.

　　Within a large room made of marble and twisted obsidian, an elven woman sat behind a large oaken desk of a cherry color. Her chair made of an equally hard wood, lined with a golden trim and based with red silk padding. The walls were bare, the ceiling blank. The only detail within was the desk set and the black door that had led Ery into the room...Well that and two heavily armored personages.
　　The woman wore tight leathers of black and yellow, the design was typical of calisterian priestess and the suggestive dress was no different. Hip cut hemming on either side, Exposed midriff. Hair tied into a bun atop her head, a hornet pin holding it all together.
　　“Ery, have a seat...” He trailed off, pouring a cup of tea for the young elf.
“Well, if you insist.” He responded, looking over the tea with eager eyes, sliding into the chair across form the woman. He reached out, when she finsihed pouring, with both hands, pulling the amber liquid to his lips with a grin washing over his face.
　　“I want to talk about your spending habits.” The priestess said, leaning back in her chair.
　　“Mhm.” Ery replied, hardly paying attention.
　　“We’re cutting them.” The woman spoke with a smirk, having been waiting to say that for hours. “The church will no longer supply you funds of any kind.” Ery sputtered, coughing as he pounded his chest.
　　“Wha? Why?” He asked, still trying to control the light hacking.
　　“Parties, Alcohol, brothels and baubles...” She listed.
　　“Well, those are all very needed things.” He smirked, recalling the use of all the done in and with previously mentioned stuff.
　　“...and the tea. Why do you need this much tea?” He reached to a drawer in her desk, pulling an export order roughly two inches thick. “This is all your tea expenditures over the last 3 years Ery. Why? How can anyone buy this much tea?”
　　“How could anyone NOT by that much tea, I ask you.” He responds casually, his eyes looking about before he reaches out to the kettle, pouring himself another cup.
　　The priestess stared in mild disbelief before shaking her head. She returned the papers to the drawer, slamming it as she leaned forward, looking the young man in the eyes.
　　“Ery, This temple has decreed that we cannot afford your hedonism any longer. We can no longer support the self proclaimed: ‘Lord of Tea.” She chuckled shaking her head.
　　“So, what are you saying?” Ery asked behind his cup.
　　“Your to gather your things, as much as you can carry on your person, and begone by sundown.” Her eyes gleamed with a pleasure only brought on by months of delay.
　　“But i cannot carry ALL of my belongings. Hell, I can hardly carry any of them.” He responded, placing the cup back on tray at the middle of the desk.
　　“A shame, Ery. Truly a shame.” the priestess mused. Ery wasn’t entirely sure how to handle this. His home was kicking him out and leaving him with nothing to start with. Reacting before he could think he took to his feet, looked to the high priestess with an intent filled stare then took the ceremonial tea set before them, leaving the woman alone in the room speaking as he left: “This is mine now! Bye!” Laughter echoed down the halls as he disappeared around the corner as the door shut.

Wealday, 6th of Desnus (Evening)

I was instructed by the Pathfinder Society to keep a log of my missions and travels. I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled I am. Well, let me try. I went from Sex, Alcohol, secrets and women to brine infused mud in the slums of the city at the middle of the world.
Yeah, No. I’m terribly excited! Please note the seething sarcasm dripping in my penmanship.
At any rate, I was assigned to join 5 others on this mission. I haven’t met them yet, but I’m told they are new recruits like myself.
I’m trudging through shit...ankle high brine sludge crap-stuff. I thought they were kidding. No. No they were telling the truth. This is terrible.
While I have magic do my boot cleaning, It seems that the person we are to meet with has been up and taken by some kind of hired thugs. YAY! And here I thought we could relax, and enjoy the better things in life. No. No we get to sift through shit...
I am familiar with Vicard, a man of fine taste, he enjoyed tea with me earlier and had a relatively refined palate while we waited in the mission dispatch office. Nice fellow.
According to the report, we have a gent named Urbar as well. Seems he’s the kill-with-blades kinda a guy. I recall a priestess who also possessed a fetish of that variety back home.
There is a fiery, muscle bound woman...her name is...Gwen! Yes, that’s it. She doesn’t respond well to physical compliments. I suspect I’m simply not her kind of fare. I mean c;mon! I’m gorgeous and if she doesn’t like that, then obviously I am lacking in her preferences.
The other two are interesting. Tereze, A woman I’ve seen in passing in the Dark Archive. Surprisingly she’s some kind of gifted oracle of Serenrae. She’s strikes me as anti-fun. Maybe with enough alcohol she’d be a grand party goer. I’ll test that when next we have a chance. The other is Fiona, A quiet woman who seems to be in a constant dream state. much like myself...though her mind seems detached some how. Tea aught to help this.

With Vicard and Urbar knowledgeable about this place, we went to some over look...something “Maw” Or what ever. A cliff of some significants. The hired thugs not only had OUR old guy, but 3 other old guys! What kind of business do these guys run! They were changed terribly for slaves and it took Vicard, Urbar and Gen to dive in and save the old fools... Fiona and I obviously dispatched the thugs. Yup. I am way to dexterous to be hit with bolts square in the chest and be instantly knocked out in front of my comrades like a school boy picked on after class...so anyway, We got some info from the old guy we wanted at the Piper after saving him. He gave us a huge story about how some long dead armada are coming back to finish the job because some guy is tampering with a codex. The idiot.
What kind of fool plays with necromancy without knowing he will also be targeted? Oh well. So we have to go after this guy.
Oh, I charmed a guy into loving me. Then Tereze told me “no”. I was hurt deeply.

Well, it doesn’t matter. We get to the granary and WHAM. Instant Tea-Servitor runs off and we have to fight inside a poorly lit, fog covered, undead ridden hell hole. Yeah, I love this job....Oh, right. I have to get one of the undead thingies skulls...and I have to copy down that damn ritual... All for a night with the Chalexian beauty herself. I always wondered how Chalexian's treated there men.

Well, got myself a skull. A vial of poison for reasons and met a guy covered in scars. Turned out this was an info broker named Torch. He and I will be fine friends in the future. He enjoys women giving him baths, I enjoy women giving me baths. He enjoys tea, I enjoy tea... Obviously one can see we were meant to be fantastic peers. Anywho, we tried to buy info from this guy but he offered a challenge instead. Granted, the reward for solving this challenge was the info...so it worked out.
We had to solve three out of five riddle chests. Take That Torch! We got all five. I was the sly expert who figured it all out. I mean, sure Vicard helped with his... Y'know...Stuff. Fiona simple angered a chest into opening. That was cool. Or perhaps it was Gwen. Or Tereze. Who knows. I was WAY to preoccupied with solving a mystery of a rock. It was later revealed to a be a chest illusioned into rock, but It was mine. ALL mine. Vicard couldn't even do it. Crazy Sleuthy bastard and his tool and hate of tea... I'll get him laid sooner or later. Likely take the edge off.
Speaking of Edge. We're off to kick the shit out of Nessian, the guy who has the codex I-Err...We need to stop the invasion of undead. I want it for personal reasons involving the oath to make undead servitors. But hey, We have to give and take some.
On our way, I have found my previous assumptions of Gwen were wrong. She's a bit a frivolous as some of my home temple's priestesses. She wasn't entirely for the ladies as I originally thought. Turns out I'm appealing to her for obvious reasons. Yep, I'm amazing. Oh, and Fiona doesn't enjoy being asked about her spacing in and Out. She snapped at me. She also needs to get laid...or have tea. OH! Both!

And Now we find our selves headed to a church... Originally, we were headed to some make-shift hideout of Nessian's where we would inevitably kick the snot out of the guys for being selfish and not sharing the codex. But no, Yagros apparently decided to let slip at the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT that the old human god's church was now being used as another beacon. Let the old god's church die with him! I didn't actually say that, but it had crossed my mind. So now that is where we are headed, facing off against more fog producing undead. I hope Tereze just blasts them to oblivion so we can move on to the important things. Like kicking Nessian's trash and seducing charmingly muscular or hellishly introverted women. Yeah...good times.
No...these undead made Fiona and useless, stretching the resources of our lovely Gwen, Tereze, Vicard and Urbar. The fight was long...Details aside, there was dancing, shouting, fog...more fog...undead...a woman and some laughs. Those laughs came from Fiona, surprisingly, who seemed to go crazy a moment. It was both arousing and freighting at the same time. An odd mixture of sensations. She'd fit in well a calistrian temple. A thought to bring up later.
Damn it all to Gehenna in a hand basket...Finally purged the Temple of it's undead filth. I swear it...I'm going to be prepared with spells more aggressively in the future. In the meantime, we're gonna go kill that Nessian fellow. I already assume he wont give up the codex, and I already assume my spell control has fizzled. Dead-deadsky, I say.
Once we arrived, we took the place by storm. It seems the others decided to charge forward... Only resulted in some broken egos and Urbar int he dirt. I snagged a guard on the other side. Asked him, with powers of persuasion, to let us in. Then meandered back. I love it when my job works out. It's Early morning by now. if not simply near it. Long night. Nessian's around the corner. Or rather, up the steps. I hope Gwen breaks him. I suppose I could force him asleep too.
And...Dissapointing. Nessian was man-handled like a dog by Muscles. Then we broke his guards mind and body. It was...satisfying but lack luster. A kin to armature brothels. I got my ritual copy...it's away. I sent the skull too. All went well. No loss of life...on our end. And in the end, I found I enjoyed the company of Broken, bizarre and muscle bound women. They fill me with excitement. Both physically and other. Enough about them. More about me! To the Tea! It's been a six our chase fest. We saved the city. I require two things. Tea, and a companion. It's going to happen.
[END CH.1]

Toliday, 13th of Desnus (Afternoon)
It's been a week after my first mission with the society. I enjoyed a lovely weekend involving a group of young women who rented me out for that time frame. Awesome. Now I'm starring down a museum that's seems to have displaced it's insides with...guess what? Fog! Lovely, Mind rending fog! Just by some previous study, I happen to learn that the place may be inhabited with vile monkey spirits that...get this...MAKE YOU CRAZY! Sure, Fiona's fine...but the rest of us... Let me make myself clear. I do this for money and women...and the hopes Urbar gets a woman. Once. Vicard can keep his distance, he ruins moods, but Urbar. That man needs it. Oh! Almost forgot. If I die here, Some one slap Gwen. Just to inform her that I was never given a chance.

There was Undead in the fog. This must be some kind of theme. They were a bit rustic, these undead. I've come to the conclusion that I may need to see if I can refocus my sorcerer powers. We need more explosions and Raw power. I've never really been one for raw... But we need something to go boom.

Tereze went crazy. We had to knock her out then tie her up. Heh, if anyone fails to see the kink in that, I feel you have failed me. There was also a crazy guy mentioning something about how he hates Lasagna. We also knocked him out. But only because he was hostile about food. Cant have that.

So we get into some portion of the museum where monkeys are howling and chanting for this large ape. I shot it square in the chest. Then Gwen hugged it tightly until it was no longer an issue. Atop this odd alter, some elven fellow was going insane, though we fixed him up. Had tea...and I suppose smashed some small statues of some monkey things to make the curse lift.

I think Tereze kissed a floating head with bat wings for ears. I left shortly after we had tea with the elf we saved... We'll see how our next vault into the fray will be. I'm speaking to a priest friend of mine about some alterations to my power flow... I should be WAY more helpful.

Moonday 20th of Desnus (The day)

We've spent our time apparently helping a hobo pretend he is a prince. I've found the entire deal in good humor, taking what I can get to amuse myself but in no way to we feel particularly challenged...

We are helping more homeless beggars in the sewers. I'm getting the theme of today. We shared tea. It was neat.

...I SACRIFICED MY CUPS! And why? to create an early warning system. Someone better buy me a damn cup set. I will kill the next fool who asks me for such a sacrifice.

After killing many o' thug called the Steel Wyverns, We are now off for more information. Guided by the wisdom of the hobo-i-est of hobos, cause thats not going to end poorly, we are off to find the hobo's cousin in hopes we can...get...stuff... I hate today...
By the gods... SO much vomit. Just everyone of us, vomit everywhere...the combat was a bit cloudy as my vision was full of vomit induced tears. I'm just so over this day.

Sunday, the 27th of Desnus

I, the lord of tea, am now a reinstated member of the Church of Calistria. Although merely an acolyte, I am tasked with ensuring lust is satisfied and vengeance is had. I can do one of those extra well, practice will be had with the latter.
We are currently hanging out in "The Tails" tavern, meeting up with our contact : Osprey. A fine, well aged human. I think...what is it...forty-ish? Yeah, sure. He's that. We're gonna hunt pirates for trying to pawn off some priceless artifact and killing an old Azlanti sage. That fool is gonna pay.

Well, after nearly loosing myself and the fair Tereze to the watery depths of the sea...we fought some gods awful sahaguins, We boarded Du Moire's ship and, ironically, beat the crap out of him and his crew in less than 10 seconds... I think I even heard one explode. Regardless, we question Du Moire vigorously...then had him eaten by undead. It was a magical experience. All for some silly tablets.
On a side note, I did learn that I am a terrible swimmer and should prepare a potion to make that less terrifying in the future. Also, I'm buying a bow. My new powers a wonderful, but a nice shinny bow can make all the difference.

Starday, The 1st of Sarenith
A week now... I'm back home and I'm going to go ahead and say it... I'm amazing. I worked so flawlessly over the last week, I made a fantastic stack of gold. The women have praised me all through the time. I haven't taken the effort to contact the others over this week... I admit, I often miss them but being invested in the temple's workings... I think they understand. Regardless, It seems I have a job coming up here today. Likely the group will assemble. I'll even show off my new shinny bow!

Huh. I am honestly surprised that we are being sent on a caravan run. an escort service really. Not my kind of escort service, you get the point. Through the sandy wastes of a bad day. CONISDER MY COMPLEXTION! No, obviously not, that would be to much to ask. Better buy some heat resistant stuff... Gods, The venture captain even made the effort to sell the desert like it was a good thing... Yeah okay...

Fireday, The 15th of Sarenith

I saw that happening. Although I toughed it out, I purchased a wand of Endure Elements just incase that became an issue.
During the ride I bathed everyone except Locke on a daily bases...Why? Because I like my women to smell like women. Not like sand, sweat and rot... Which is exactly what Locke smells like... I should bath him. No. He's a douche. An explody douche, but a douche non-the-less.
Seems we all did fine though. I do enjoy being with Gwen. She's like a security blanket. That Urbar is a security towel. Tereze is a giant security quilt and Fiona's the back up hand-towel. Oh, and Vic and Locke... they are the security patches we have when Muscles cant do it alone. So we're here now, grabbing some fallen venture-captain's remains. Oh, they may have a book stand!
We have ventured forth... No books of interest.

Starday, the 16th of Sarenith
Its hot, but thanks to some fantastic wand choices on my part, we are fine. Thank you Endure Elements for making even the wastes tolerable. We're with a caravan and that's fun, but not the best part. Sand Goblins. They attempted to take us by surprise with the aid of the more formidable Hobgobs... They lost, but it was a stressful situation as now we are without the main caravan. Of course, nothing we do is perfect...Urbar...

So in our effort to join the main caravan, our own little misfit caravan found an awesome...and I mean that in size and affect...not neatness... monk statue. It's designed to use winds to create music... Terrible, soul wrenching music. Makes me kinda miss home. Oh well... Seems we are going to explore this thing. Suppose It'll be fine. Nothing bad ever happens to folk when exploring a random, music making temple that looks like a monk, right?

I died... I died saving Gwen...

Fireday, Erastus the 15th

The entire team was given a month to process the events of our previous mission. It's only now, the day of the next mission that I write in you because I have been avoiding doing so all month.
I have been cloistered in the Calisterian Temple, Supporting one of the priestesses, seeking council and performing my holy tasks all month. The sex and sensuality has helped distract me from the sensation of death but I feel I have begun to associate death and physical pleasure because of it in some fashion.
I have spoken to my head Priestess, She assures me that such thoughts are not strange within the temple and that I'm recovering well... I wont be telling my team that I have a thing for death...what ever it means in the end...Anyway, the mission seems to be a grab and go. Hopefully, I'm not going to have to die. This time, I will ensure that no one will be put in that position.
Didn't Die. Dealt with some zombies and an mildly eccentric ice witch. Found a pretty intriguing mask of desecration I'd like to further look over.

Oathday, 22nd of Erastus
Spent a week in the saloon. Met a fine fellow who seemingly owns a bar in town. Well dressed. Humor some, to be sure. Non-the-less, my rest-bit was called short as the group was once again sent out. It's nice to be among the group. They've become very dear to me.

We have been sent to scour some kobold activity. Apparently the people of Belheim have had some issues with them. Off we go.

Sunday, 25th of Erastus

We had a Three day trip from our lovely Absolom. Cozy rides, nothing to terrible. We're not at the Inn and I have proposed a drinking game. I am so excited that I may win, its not even funny. Here I go!

Moonday, 26th of Erastus
I did not win. And I hurt. Think I said some things, though I cant be too certain... Ill just let that be.

The Baroness, Devy I think her name was...she hired us on to go seek out these kobolds, find out thwy there are getting extra aggressive and end the aggression. We started with talking. That ended with me getting stabbed in the knee... Now we're fighting... Well, they're fighting. I'm just giving guidance to those that fight better then me... We rescued some blackscale kobold. She's intelligent and well spoken... Apprently she wants to be the new chief. I'm down.

Oh, they have necromancers. And that's not even the most bizzar thing I've seen in these caves. I think Ill try a couple 'smooth talking' attempts then just let Muscles and Urbar go to town.
We ran through the damn caves...killed nearly every kobold...and how am I rewarded? An increase in power...sure...but this!? Verdian Grass for hair!? I'm a priest! Not some damn druid! Oh, the gods humor me...
Urbar and I made a rather daring bet... Within a year's time I would be seduce Gwen... However.. I feel that as made prematurely as my HAIR IS NOW GRASS! The neat thing is that I don't need to eat and drink any more...and I only need to sleep about 2 hours... Meh, you win some you lose some.

This evening, we are dining with the Baroness. Humorously, the women seem to be out doing what ever it is they feel they need to do before they arrive. Urbar, Myself and Locke are the only ones here at the moment... its difficult so far. Damn Urbar. He also just got a wolf. I think he robbed it from a den! Filthy.

Wealday, 28th of Erestus

Well... We're dragon hunters now. We killed some undead and appeased a ghost to get out of a tomb that pretty much demanded our death. So that's a thing.
The Society has deemed us the official slayers of the dragon Aeteperax. So... we have a year to gain the power, tools and general know-how to make that happen.
Oh! I learned an enchantment to cause unbareable laughter. It'll be my finest weapon. FEAR THE TEA ELF FOR HE WILL DEFY ALL CRUELTY!
Going to train with Arem Zey between missions. It'll be neat. I think... My last mistress was...less than amused with me.