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Faen goes as far as the light allows, willing her eyes to see more than they can. Making a mental note to learn a spell that would allow her to see in the dark, she makes her way back into the light. "The passage opens into a wider room, I think...the light petered out..." she reports to the others.
"I'll take a quick look..." Faen says, edging down the steeper path
Faen watched horrified as her friend slowly succumbed to the poison, watching helplessly. Only the sharp command from Alvis prompting her to administer the potion. But, even then it took all of the ministrations of the others to bring Teela back from the brink. Feeling useless , Faen kept lookout for the emergence of any more centipedes or gremlins, then helped everyone navigate the rooted caves to emerge back into the daylight. At camp she's extra solicitous with Teela, feeling a bit inadequate.
Faen winces as Scarlet takes a nasty bite from the large critter. She waits until the creature rears up above the heads of her companions, then marshalls her arcane energy and sends another bolt through the air.
From where she leaned against the earthen wall waiting for the discussions to end, Faen opines, "I say, give the critter a blade and see what comes of it. He seems pretty bloodthirsty for these mites..."
Faen stretches and smiles at Teela, feeling the sting of the Mite's scratches fade, commenting off-hand to the wounded kobold prison, "Yeah, we're friends...enemy of your enemy , and all that." She approaches the entrance to where the Mites ran off, smiling back as Velas, "I'll go this time" Once she's sure everyone is ready, she quietly moves forward, checking the Mite's tracks , seeing if they avoid any particular areas.
Getting annoyed at these Mites' staying power she attacks the nearest in earnest...
"Ow! Faen exlaims as the nasty Mite strikes her again. "Take that...." she mutters, her own blade flashing and dancing...
Faen sucks in her breath as the mite's blade evades her defenses, but she steels herself and returns the favor...
Faen sucks in her breath as the mite's blade evades her defenses, but she steels herself and returns the favor...
Faen blinks as Velas' light fills up the bottom of the shaft. She then frown as she sees the little critters trying to carve him up. "I'm coming , Velas!" she calls out, scrambling down using the roots as hand and foot holds.
When she gets 5ft from the bottom, she leans down and flings a dagger at one of the gremlins!
Faen steps to the edge of the hole and smiles back at Velas, "I'll take that bet!" and follows Velas into the dark hole.
"Huh...what?" Faen mutters, having been unsuccessfully trying to pry her vision from staring at the pulsating centipede eggs with disgust and fascination. Then realizing that the others were moving on, hurried to keep up , shaking her head, thinking "That's what you're here for ! Scouting! "
Bored of watching the surrounding area, Faen ambles over to the hole that the others had entered. Crouching at the lip of the hole, she cocks her head listening to the noises of the others slowly fade away. She turns on her heels, looking back at where the horses were tied up. Even from here, it was hard to see them. She picks up a piece of hardened dirt, and slowly crumbles in into the hole. It's then she hears the obvious sound of her friends fighting....something. Frowning, she again looks to the horses...and listens. No horse noises....nothing scary around. nodding to herself, she climbs down the hole to follow her friends. Pausing she looks left and right, then hears the tell tale sound of Bucky wacking something in devotion to his Patron. She ambles into the centipede nursery, makes a face of disgust and says, "I heard a ruckus...seems I missed all the fun."
I think it may have to wait till the team is done with the sycamore tree delving, but I am fine with the rest of it. That's fair. thanks
Hey there, sorry for my delay in getting back. You guys post so often , I had to find a good time to catch up, and this last week or so's been killer. Now, it wouldn't make too much sense for Faen to just reappear, poof, in combat, so I was thinking perhaps she got stung or ate something that didn't agree with her, and she came down with a fever. She stayed back at the outpost for Svetlana to tend to her. After a day or so, she'll get better and get on the trail of the others, using her fantastic tracking skills to follow them to the sycamore tree and inside.... I dunno...what do you think DM? Thanks for having be back !
GM, I think you have as inactive. Thanks
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.
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