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Righto, I'll give gameplay a quick read to see where you're at....tHanks
Hey guys, I've returned to the boards after sorting out a bunch of RL stuff. Thought I'd check if I could return here, but I see that you've brought in someone new ( hi SK! ) So if that means my spot is taken....fair enough!
Sorry, real life is kicking my butt right now. I'll get back to regular posting soonish....
Faen stands a respectful distance away from the council, listening with one ear and with the other paying attention to the surroundings...just in case any other bandits try to sneak up.
Faen for all of her rustic upbringing had been fairly well educated by her Mother, so she followed along as each made their arguments. Still, she kept her opinion to herself, until Quintessa spoke. "Not really an objection, Princess, but just an observation. From what I gather, you all are here on Restov's behest, to tame the land etc , to fulfill this Charter of yours. Now, I've not signed this Charter, and so aren't bound by it. Still, we've shed blood and faced death together...which to me is stronger than any piece of paper. " Faen says quietly, obviously thinking furiously of her words before speaking them, "What I'm trying to say is , your Charter, your birth, my birth doesn't matter out here...we matter. This authority you speak of , often comes at the point of a knife, out there in Brevoy, and Rostland and Issia....and it'll do the same out here. " she nods at the cowering bandit, "He knows it... I know it...and I think you know it as well. Time for courts and trials and evidence don't fit the now. We are the authority. Let's keep it simple, we vote our conscience on this man's fate and whatever the majority decides, we act on without complaint. I think even Abadar would appreciate the honesty in that. " she says, looking shyly at Alvis. She then turns back to going through the dead bandit's pockets, picking up the potion from the leader, squinting at it for a moment, then shrugging and placing it with other loot.
Keeping half an ear on the interrogation and the other on the surrounding forest, Fean drags the bodies of the slain bandits into a row near the fallen leader, Kressle. Then she concentrates and casts her innate spell, detect magic . Anything that emanates a dweomer, she puts aside. If there's anything, she spends a bit of time determining their nature.
Seeing one bandit run, Faen smiles at the one close by, drawing her dagger and attacking...
Seeing the woman with the axes retreat from Velas, Faen decides to try out one of the tricks she found in her Mother's book on spells and magick.
Faen moves up with the others, too far back to reach the nearest bandit. However, she plucks a knife from her belt and throws it...
-- Earlier -- Faen beams with pride at the other's kind words regarding her and Alvis' success in tracking the bandits. -- Now -- Faen stays with the others , about 30ft back, not wanting to spook whomever Greela were talking to.
Faen likewise apologizes for their slow progress, "Yeah, sorry it ain't the same as tracking hare with my da! "
On the road, Faen walks with Alvis, "Does it go this way...or that way?"
Yeah they're innate ...from feats
Faen fills her quiver with arrows from the bandits and like the others takes one of the stag amulets, placing it in her pouch. She looks south at the trail the bandits left as they camp to Oleg's camp, "Me and my da used to hunt now and then, he showed me some tricks to follow game and such...following these tracks shouldn't be too much different."
Level 2 No skill increases
Free Archetype: Wizard Dedication
Wizard archetype arcane school : School of Battle magic Profile and pathfinder updated.
Faen's initial dejection at not quite bringing down the last fleeing bandit changes to hope as she follow's Quintessa's volley up...up...up...then she cheers wildly as the crossbow bolt finds its mark! "That was a hell of a shot!" she says, giving the noblewoman a hug. Then not aware of any impropriety she may have committed, joins Teela in fetching bodies and horses. Looking at the row of dead bandits, she wonders aloud, "I wonder how long until they're missed. Oleg, do you know aught of what else or whom else they may have waylaid after coming here?"
Indeed, I second the request for your reasoning. Faen was taking the Wizard archetype primarily to cover the lack of arcane ability in the party....and to fulfill the promise of her mother's teachings :)
As the last bandit rides away,all elbows and knees, Faen pulls her bow, knocks an arrow and aims , takes a deep breath and looses the arrow....and again....and again
Faen's eyebrows rise as the leader falls under her and Graham's assault, and rise higher as the others run away. "Cowards" she mutters under her breath, before hustling out after the fleeing bandits, catching up to them at the gate.
Faen takes aim with the leader Happ through the gap between door and frame, throwing two knives in quick succession!
She then eases back into the shadows once more to conceal her location
Coiled tight, her muscles screaming to be let free, Faen watches from her concealed location as the ruffians come into view. She seeths as the arrogant raider threatens to kidnap dear Svetlana!
Faen prepares her gear and somehow manages to fall asleep, rising with the others as daylight peeked above the horizon. Finding herself famished, she gulps down Svelana's breakfast with gusto, finding the thought of the upcoming ambush makes her extra hungry! Then , checking over her gear once more, she retreats to her hiding space and makes ready.
Faen looks from face to face as each ambush suggestion is offered, her mind whirling at the possibilities. At Quintessa's question, she offers, "I'll hide....then stick 'em!"
Faen's own self-introduction is forestalled by Teela's. But , she pays it no mind, attempting to mimic Svetlana's courtly curtsy. She nods at both Graham and Alvis' question on the 'tax-collectors', opining "Sounds more like a protection racket to me...."
Faen follows the others, but keeps quiet , here eyes darting here and there, pulling up at the gate to survey the yard and walls and the couple her companions were greeting.
Teela: Faen looks over Teela's handiwork, and shrugs, "Well, it's done the job! My da was always saying that scars are just a reminder of something worth remembering...good or bad. I'm alive...and so are you...so that's a good thing! " She then pulls the small case of tools from her belt and shows them to Teela, "This is what all of the fuss is about...it's meant something to a lot of people I think..."
Faen does her best to remain still for Teela's ministrations, but patience and discipline were never her strong suit. Wincing from her various hurts, Faen leans forward at Teela's questions, "Well, my da was a bit of a scoundrel and thief before he met my ma. That's when he went straight and became a Tinker. Well, my ma got sick, so we left the road and settled down....but my da's past came and found him! Took his life and took his tools, they did. But, I saw the tattoo on one of them that fled! Tracked him down to Nivakta....took back what was mine. He was too drunk to kill....I guess I have standards. " she finishes with a smirk. "What about you...are you all her Majesty's retainers?" she asks, indicating the sleeping Quintessa.
Faen remains in her guard position for a few moments ,until she's sure that the beast she injured was truly gone. She straightens with a wince, the limps back to the others by the fire, "I took a few licks...thanks to you Alvis and Adabar for the opportune healing!" she then grows pensive, "Apologies to all, I didn't see them approaching...."
Faen blinks her eyes as the dazzle of the electrical arc behind her filled the clearing with white light. She counts herself lucky that her mother was over-protective, having placed that defensive spell into a tattoo , she was sure she was done for! Gathering her wits, she sized up the animal in front of her, then attacked with all of her skill, trying to end this part of the fight! ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike
Faen is glad one of the dog-things bounds away, so that she only has one to face. However, when it howls behind her, her skin shivers as the effects of the first howl continues to bother her. Teela's song however, helps steel her nerves and she attacks the remaining thylacine.
She's unsuccessful in fooling the beast and her blow goes awry. Heedful of the bleeding wound on her leg, she takes a moment and with her thoughts activates the tattoo her mother placed above her heart, making a magical shield appear before her.
Yes, definitely! It could be a lifesaver!
The dog/jackal's eyes widened as it anticipated snacking on Faen's arm, but with a quick pivot she was out of harm's way. However, with a quick side step to disorient the animal, Faen launched her own attack, a vision of violence as her blade struck out...once....twice!!!
Faen smiles when her companions welcome the trapper to camp with them. In her travels with her parents, they met all sorts, mostly good people making their trade or journey on the byways of Brevoy. She joins Alvis in his prep of the camp, lending her own expertise on where this and that may be best. Later at the campfire, she listen's attentively to Gregori's answer to Graham's question.
Faen also give the man and his cart room to pass by, calling out "Well met, traveller! What news of the road ahead?"
As the others discuss politics, Faen takes the opportunity to climb the tower and look West. Seeing the seemingly unending plains of tall grass, she's overcome with a feeling, not one she's had before. A feeling of yearning...to see what lays beyond all that grass, to explore, to discover. Almost giddy with her newfound purpose, she descends the tower, jumping down each flight of stairs, to come running out to the others. Slightly out of breath, she declares, "Well , if you're all finished talking...let's go!"
Faen grabs the letter, holding it up to the light coming through the window to read it. Frowning at the addendum, she brings it outside and shows it to the others, "Well, here's the reason no-one's here...but there was a visit...see here..." she says, pointing out the stag-skull symbol.
Faen's brow furrows as she sees the foot prints and the door ajar. She winces a bit at Teela's loud statement from the tower, but approaches the door carefully, easing it open while standing against the nearby wall.
Faen hitches her horse near the gate, and makes a circuit of the interior yard looking mainly at the ground, trying to determine if anyone's been there recently.
Faen leans over the pommel of her saddle, looking at the fort and listening to the discussion. She smiles, "I for one wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if we just passed on by..." She nudges her horse to follow Graham...
Setting up for camp, Faen felt an overwhelming sense of deja-vu, having done so for so many years as her family followed the merchant roads through Brevoy. She helped get the horses settled, taking the time to brush her own down, picking some nettles from his tail. Later, sitting up with Graham, she leaned against one of the only trees nearby, looking up at the sky, a single tear welling up and falling to her cheek as she felt the loss of her parents all the more. But, she was up with the sun in the morning, offering cheerful good mornings to everyone. When the structures come into view, "Is this the Oleg's place we've been looking for?"
I concur with the consensus!!! :)
Faen gives Teela a casual wave of her hand, "And you can call me , Faen. Your friends were kind enough to help out of a dangerous situation." she says, pointing at the thugs frowning in her direction. "And invited me along for your journey into the unknown!" As she get's used to her new horse's gait, she turns to Alvis, "Well, as you know my da taught me some sneaky things, I learned to fight from him and the other caravaneers. My ma had started to teach me some mage-y things, but she died before she could get too far. But, I've got her book in my pack, we'll see if I can learn anything more from that!"
Faen looks over the horse, running a practiced hand over withers and shoulder. Taking the bridge gently, she stroked the horse's nose as she looks into it's eyes, "We'll be friends? OK?" She gives Irven the other half of his money, "There better be, with how much you overcharged for these horses!" she declares with a smile. Looking up at the mid-day sun, she looks to her new companions, "Were you planning on heading out? she asks, looking about casually for any of the thugs that assailed her earlier.
Faen frowns a the obvious price gouging being perpetrated by Irven, but shrugs, "I've got enough for my horse..." she says, counting out five coins and placing them in front of the Mayor, "You'll get the rest when I get the horse..."
Faen laughs at Quintessa's irreverence , "Glad to hear it, not sure I'd be able to stomach a true, blue noble-type. Met a few on the road with my family...they didn't make a good impression! " she declares. She then hears Alvis ask for horses, and reaches for her own coin, "Good idea, can't be joining you on your trek if I'm walking! "
Faen watches the interplay between Quintessa and Graham, then blinks, "So that whole I'm a noble, blah, blah , blah wasn't an act? You are actually nobility?" she asks skeptically.
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