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Fain is all cleaned up - and I've written another letter in his description section. I think I'll do one a level with suggestions that other letters were written in between.
I have to clean up Fain's equipment a bit - I like the idea of adding the difference between 2nd and third. Just a bit of tidying. Otherwise, Fain's ready to go. also, with permission from the GM, I've dropped Skald as a language and took artistry - illustration. One person speaking Skald with Thrym is funny - two is, well ... not.
Oops, sorry, So no item more than 1,500?
3000gp in stuff: +1 studded leather armour and a keen kukri
Oh shoot! Fain reluctantly hands the monkey belt over to the society. I've leveled Fain. He is getting loaded up with conditional bonuses:
I'll will probably be taking the 3000gp in stuff.
I'm in - and the same goes for me. I like Fain but would change to another character if needed.
Fain woke from an excellent sleep and, having remembered no dreams, was quick to get ready for the day. He wanted to get back to the lodge and do some re-writing in his journal. Perhaps his animal observations and sketches could be bound into an attractive binding. Maybe it could amount to something. Something more than a work of personal importance. He tied together his sac-a-dos and managed a weak coffee. There would be no other breakfast beyond leftover berries. His pot was quite ruined from yesterday. But he was content. He loved sleeping out of doors in the woods outside of Ilsurian and it was very much the same here. All of his friends were well and the trip was, by all accounts, successful. He drank and watched the others cherishing their individual quirks. When it was time, he gathered his things (intentionally forgetting his Skald dictionary - he was giving up on the language that he seemed not to have the talent for) and merrily watched the path back to the lodge.
"If ye feel indebted for using the belt Fain," she waves a hand towards the defiled statue, "We could take some time to clean up Ragdya's visage. Prestidigitation is slow for large messes but quite possible." It wasn't exactly a time saver for disciplinary clean up back at Almas University, but it had saved Luk-Luk a few calluses. Fain dumped out the find of small melons and berries he retrieved and went back out with his pot to collect water. He returned and started cleaning the main reliquary statue. I thought this trip would be a change of pace but here I am tending to someone else's property. Well, it may be manure bu' it's not gard'ning by half."
Fain undid his belt and wrapped the new belt around his waist. I don't see what all the fuss is about with the demands of Gods and whatnot ... they can't begrudge me a simple belt now can they ... can they??? "I suppose if'n this Ragdya wanted somthin from me I couldn't really refuse - belt or no. It fits nice.
"Ah ha, tis a Monkey Belt. It increases the wearer's agility, even whilst climbing, and I think allows for a monkey tail to aid ye for a few moments between sunsets," Luk-Luk shrugs as she picks up the belt to examine it, "I doubt you grow a tail, tis probably the belt. Any takers or do ye think the Pathfinders would want it?" "I would love it ... but I honestly think it should go to Vard. I hope the Pathfinders will be happy with the journal. Perhaps I can help with a few sketches for the society." Fain went about making sketches of the statues, building with overgrowth, and the bodies of the little men.
Vard surveyed the room with a grimace. "Ugh. Don't s'pose anyone's got a broom? Or maybe a shovel would be better." "Not a shovel but I gots a iron pot ... maybe I can find some source a water and we can scrape that mess out n drench the rest???" now if I were water where would I be? Lowest point nearby?? Fain didn't wander far but looked for a pond or stream. Maybe there was a kind of karmic need. . If he found water perhaps there might be some ripe fruit or berries he could bring back to the team.
Fain pulled back into the main room - it would get crowded in here soon - he instead went to the balcony and kept lookout ... are the monkeys gone???
Hope your on your feet again soon!
Fain let out and audible, "phew! What is the name of Yondalla's sweet soil were those things?" then, not really waiting for an answer crept around the little room to the south to take a peek - silly really, whatever might be there must know a group is near.
"GNAWHAA!", Fain was bleeding from many little wounds. The creatures charge at him had him a bit off his feet. He staggered backward and tried to get an arrow notched, firing it wildly at the thing.
Responded. Thanks for the memo, probably wouldn't have noticed the PM otherwise. Yes, not as noticeable with the new formatting. A little counter productive for a PBP. @eevryone - the dice aren't being kind at all. I think everyone's been rolling mediocre or worse against these little guys. There was a little luck there but I'm afraid I've soaked it all up with that last roll.
GM - PM'd you
Fain whipped another arrow onto the string as the little creature stumbled backward. He stuck his tongue a little out of the side of his mouth, furrowed his brow, and while it was still off it's balance, he released.
Fain rushed to the edge of the little mountain, took a breath, held it, and released his bow string - maybe the ancient temple would send some errant luck his way ...
Fain lowered his bow for a second then taking Vard at his word loosed another shot before these little men could close in.
Fain didn't really want to hurt these strange little men. He'd have like to learn more about them ... but he had to stop them from shooting at him, in fact he was beginning to take offence at it.
Fain looked over his shoulder at Luk Luk and with a quiet nervous laugh, "Ah, hehe, the little statue guys are gone. Spectacular." and he darted across the entry to the next corner crouching slightly and sticking to the wall.
Seeing Vard work around the other side of the temple, Fain went back to the exposed balcony, bow drawn, to act as support.
Fain slunk away from the second balcony and back to the first, "Uh, everyone? Sumpthin' in't right about the next room. Ya need to look at the little mountain men. Be careful. They're lookin back."
Fain looked back and seeing Thrym, Vard and a bit of Luk Luk he smiled. He couldn't see Alenka but her voice was near. His smile straightened out as he snuck off the balcony and, hugging the wall, peered into the next space.
I don't know what the fuss is. I don't notice anything. Fain, listening hard, walked into the next room and checked the open balcony.
Fain went to the far side of the room and looked to the next Ghosts and curses, Fain ole boy, you are not prepared for this. What good's an arrow against a curse? ... but, don't I trust my new friends? I just hope I'm not a weight to carry down there He looks back at his team an gives a wide grin.
Fain eyed them as they walked by as his little stirs So what do we do boy-oh? Slap'em on the back fer living free or serve up some down home justice ... let's watch Vard. See which way he turns
Fain un-shouldered his pack and placed it against the wall. He smiled his broad smile while pretending not to watch looters for secretly drawn weapons.
Fain moved diagonally, squeezing past Thrym.
Fain froze and looked confused Of course there are looters, the count said there were at other sites ... she seems to be the leader "Magical curses ... oh, filth and rot, I didn't think of those." It doesn't look like they've found the entrance
Fain stopped for a moment and did a sketch of the ruin.
Fain woke slowly. He loved it here. The too hot weather seemed to agreed with him as much as the brisk forest air north of Illsurian. He got up as late as anyone and briefly thought about never going back to his little room.
Before making for bed, Fain did what he could to preserve the Leucrotta. He cleaned the body up, packed the head in salts, and made drawings and notes on the eyes so that convincing ceramic substitutes could be made.
"... I'm just wondering if we still need to be watching out for a tiger." "I don't know these things but a lo' of creatures hunt by packs. We'd better have a sharp eye out ... A lewcrautta? lookrawta? leucrotta?", Fain rolled the word around in his mouth for a bit, "I's like a bit of folklore at our heels. An' such a strange manner about it - a real method, a thinkin' creature. Well i's too dark to track and, really, we all know where we need ta be. Pack quick, leave the machans, head to the lodge? Maybe take the leucrotta's head Mssr Rudyham? It'd still make for an important specimen." Fain hustled back to the tree and carefully climbed the ladder. He lowered his pack by rope and climbed back down carefully.
Fain brushed himself off and walked over to the kill. He took a good look at the Baron a bit surprised at his fretful concern. "Well that don't look nothing like a tiger! What is it? He looked off into the night. Is it a pack hunter? If it heard a the count's voice could a mate be following the other party?"
Fain was confused but echoed what he most certainly thought Thrum had called out, his grasp of skald brand new, ”Yes evil tiger! You will not trick us! We don’t want your puppy! No matter how somber your ballad!” He fired an arrow from the edge of the platform then tried to climb down the ladder.
"That's a tiger?" Hardly looking at it and with a bit of an air to his voice "A course that's a tiger." Fain grabbed a torch with a strangely patinated brass band at the top from amongst his things This had better work. It cost me a pretty penny He shook it furiously - nothing <in halfling"Oh, there was a word ... um,> LUX!" The torch alights with a white-green flame that emits no heat. Fain throws the torch short of where Vard and Thrym ran to. He grabbed up his bow and made towards the ladder.
"Friend Fain? Any advice on where to aim at the large cat?" Fain closed one eye, "Well ifn your a good shot I'd say go fer the heart, low, in the front of the body. It'd be just higher but behind the bend in the front leg ... is elbow, if you get my meaning. Ifn yer an ok shot I'd try to pick the smallest detail in the centre of the body - aim small to miss small, as they say. Don't aim fer the head - ist just a big bone." "Ifn yer not at least an ok shot then ya shouldn't shoot. It'll only lead to the animal's pain an' no great creature should be killed by a bad hunter ... it makes ghosts. Well, that's what my Fater used to say.""It's a big cat - don't they all know how to climb?" Thrym grunted, gladly accepting the paladin's assistance. "And up there will be safe up to the moment we need to get back down - I suggest you let me be the first one on the ladder when that time comes, for you'd much rather not have me slip and fall down on any of you," the shaman predicted glumly. Even without the armor, he wasn't much of a climber but with its weight added to his troubles.... "I heard they don't like ta climb, tigers that is, but they're pretty good at it. They're also pretty patient an' don't mind waiting out anyone who's fergot their arrows, or run out."
The baron cleared his throat. "Ok. Here is my plan. I have a few machans. I can show you how to set them up.",,,"Once we set these up, we'll wait up there. I would recommend avoiding leaving it once dark falls...unless you want to risk bumping into an angry tiger." Finally, he gave the party a stern look, "...And absolutely no light! Not until we have eyes on the beast! Now let's get to setting up!" Fain scuttled up the first tree with a rope for the next person and listened carefully to all of the Baron's advice as the old man was proving to be a good teacher. Although Fain had set up birder's blinds before they had always been a bit clumsy and of his own making - these were not that. Once the first was finished he went on to help with others. Without realizing it, being away from any large settlement was giving him a lot of energy.
... She then looks to the Baron, "Do you wish to collect the snakes as trophies? Lo, did you bring antidote for cobras? If nay these cadavers may have aught left for making such antidote." "Too many cuts I think. We could piece something together but it wouldn't be best work. But that snake alone can feed several people for days." Fain said, looking like he'd never been bit.
Fain pulled out his medical kit and started cleaning the wound. He used something labeled astringent to draw out as much poison, removed some masticated tissue, and dressed the two holes.
"Well, that proves it!", Fain patted Vard on the shoulder and smiled with a wince of pain - he grabs his left ribs, "King cobras prefer Halbmench ta' human."
Thrym? What are you using for Skald? You mentioned it in the last session but I'm afraid I can't remember ... Finnish? Oh well, my ignorance shall be Fain's ignorance.
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