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"Cowardice!" cries Faux, negative energy reaching though the armor and chilling the knight. Losing track of which image is real, Faux follows after the enemy cleric and swings the sword.
"Before you settle up with my companion's patron, you will have to deal with me," declares Faux, marching up to the enemy cleric. "And I believe you'll find me quite the demanding opponent, villain. En garde!"
"Blasted coward!" bellows Faux, breath freezing in the skeleton's unnatural aura. Mustn't become distracted with the villain. The lady still waits. But first... "Apologies, comrades, there may be a bit of a chill..."
"But haste is needed towards our endangered noble woman. The Quest demands." With these words Faux marches onward into the house.
I'm sure something will happen to prevent this, but can I charge the boss guy over the bench thingies? Or is that difficult terrain?
"At last! A head to sever from this villainous serpent," says Faux, marching through the recently vacated doorway. No regard is paid towards the last bandit, the helmet instead fixated upon the commander on the stairs.
Splendid! Finally an adversary worth opposing. One last obstacle. "Away, skeleton! You will not keep me from your master."
"Many *CLANG* THANKS, *CLANG* SIR *CLANG* ZYPHER! *CLANG*" shouts Faux over the cacophony within the helmet. "NOW THEN!" Faux steps forward into the recently vacated doorway, matching shoulder to shoulder with Valgor. Then down comes the sword in a flash towards the bandit directly in front of the friendly half-orc.
"We must make it into the building!
Round 3, Init 12 Faux's senses come alive once more, as if awakening from a long stupor. The first thing noted is quite a bit of pain. The second thing noted is a rather large horde of bandits still incoming. Ah. One of those days then. "Have at thee, reprobates!" cries Faux, blade arcing towards a villain.
“Can’t you read? The sign says turn back! Now get lost!” "Did anyone else hear that?" Faux calls out from the far shore.
Odd that something has snuck up on me and has yet to attempt a dastardly attack. "The damsel remains in distress." "I suppose you are right, haste would be paramount here." Faux whistles at Noble Steed, a long, lifting tone that perks Noble's ears. In response, the horse beginnings to follow it's master.
"Excellent scouting, Sir Biros," says Faux, watching the snowman burn. "And to answer your question, I have about 100ft. of rope with me. I can walk a safety line to the other side if security is your concern." Faux begins digging through Noble's saddlebags for the rope. I seem to have an aptitude for setting off these ambushes thus far. Let's see if crossing that river will be a repeat performance.
Faux takes a few moments to calm down Noble, murmuring pleasantly to the creature as the glow within the armor fades. When the horse is sufficiently calmed, Faux bows low to Zypher. "You have my gratitude, favored of the gods. I walked perilously close to death's door this day, and it was your hand that kept me from entering. I shall not forget this blessing." "Damned... Fey... Freaking... Cold... Saps the energy... right... out of... you..." From within the depths of Noble's saddlebags, Faux retrieves a set of worn, faintly horse smelling cold weather gear. "See if these will help you fight off this unearthly cold, friend," Faux says, offering the garments to Vaethic.
At Zypher's touch, Faux feels lighter. The air's pressure suddenly seems a bolstering force, making the armor light and the sword arm lighter still. Fascinating. "Allow me to reward you valor as an opponent, Sir Fae, the only way I know how."
All the creases and seams of Faux's armor flash in a golden light, persisting with the intensity of a torches glow.
Whilst Noble Steed continues to pound the reptile carcass into the ground, his rider steps into position and slashes at the adversary floating precariously close to Valgor's face.
Okay, so I'm a little confused. If the atomie is in Valgor's square, do I count as falnking with him to attack it? Or should I 5-foot step back to be flanking Valgor/atomie's SQUARE with Vaethic?
As Zypher's continued ministrations roll over Faux's battered form, the knight takes a moment to be thankful. "Excellent job, both of you," says Faux to Zypher and Noble, voice once more properly human sounding. Just one more. Magic user. Leader of some sort. Faux rushes next to the raging Valgor and tries to plant cold steel in the fey creature.
Missing horribly.
Faux takes a long step, trapping the stag betwixt Gren and the makeshift armor wall. The sword swings around, trying to score another hit.
The whistle of blade rending the air is accompanied by an echoing tone from within the helmet. The tone repeats twice more and Faux signals towards the tatzlewyrm.
Noble's ears perk, and the great lumbering beast wheels around Vaethic towards the reptile.
AoO Against Stag The tunnel vision begins to recede through Zypher's ministrations. Still quite a bit of pain, though. No matter. Job to do
"That was perfectly good feed, Sir Gren."
Round 1, Init 12 Pain. Faux's vision swirls, the proffered handful of horse feed falls from limp fingers. Pain. A small, analytical part of the brain voices how brutally close death is. The correct course of action would to beat a hasty retreat. Allow the sundry creatures a crack at the rest of the party. Pain. A knight is not allowed cowardice. The sword finds its way to Faux's hand, and then into an overhand stroke towards the reptile.
Uncaring if the blow connects, Faux sidles in front of Zephyr, hoping that Vaethic will hold his part of the line. "A moment's assistance, if you have the time," Faux says to the monk, voice suddenly pan flat and devoid of inflection.
Ow. Come on, Mike, hit me again.
"Wait, wait, wait! Before we make this creature the target of some undoubtedly noble hunt, let us at least see if the stag is a trained creature. It would be dishonorable to take out someone's mount whilst its rider is
Why do these adversaries seem to insist on subterfuge? It is hardly my strong suit. Faux grabs a handful of Noble's feed from the saddle bag and offers it to the deer.
Gods' speed, ye mighty bound for Paizocon.
"Why yes, Noble Gren, I've always been a knight. Much like you have always been a stag. However, I believe my elven companion is right. We must be hurrying along. The damsel in distress, after all. May fortune's fickle favor always be kind to you." Faux bows once more to the speaking stag. I must remember to ask the others what is and is not normal for this area... Or perhaps in general. Maybe my knowledge base is off somehow.
With everything seemingly in order, Faux turns to the party, "Shall we?"
Hey Mike, except in the situations that don't allow me to, can I take 10 on my sense motives in general? I want to reliably hit that result of 5 for role play reasons.
The helmet swivels between Vaethic and Valgor, before tilting inquisitively. "Is this unusual? I assumed such oddities were commonplace here in the Empire." A pause for contemplation. "Either way, it seems impolite to point it out."
Faux bows to the stag. "Greetings, most regal of beasts, I am Sir Faux the technically not currently Errant, and these are my valiant companions. If you use a name I'd be pleased to learn it. And to answer your question, we do not hunt these men for food nor sport, though I doubt a creature blessed with speech such as yourself has much fear of that. Rather, they have committed a number of wrongdoings and we are trailing them in order to bring them to justice, and rescue the fair lady they have captured. We'd accept any help in that endeavor you may provide."
A curious shot is fired towards a distant tree.
"That would be much appreciated, Lady Sasaki... And apparently needed," says Faux, loading then stowing the crossbow. The armor's shoulders perform some semblance shrug in Valgor's direction. "I assume that the presence of this trap and ambush somewhat ironically means we are going the right way. If we have found nothing else here, and the fey are beyond our ability to question, then we must simply follow the trail further, I suppose." With nothing else to add, Faux begins towing Noble Steed down the trail once more.
As the party's diminutive assailant fades from view, Faux's mind whirls. Too fast for my armor to keep up, too dense a forest for Noble, and it's flying as well. Sir Lancaster's Treaties on Aerial Warfare for Non-Aerial People warned me of this. I recall a lengthy section on asking for the aid of a wind god... Faux turns to find Zephyr somewhat morosely looking through the cache, obviously disappointed. Bit too soon for that then. And here I am, so unprepared as to be devoid of a ranged weapon. Sir Lancaster would be ashamed. Faux hangs the helmet in a show of shame, sheathing the blade after a quick wipe down. After a short, silent march, Faux retrieves a light crossbow and 10 bolts from the loot. "If no one minds, I apparently have some need for this." " Speaking of which; eyes open ladies and gentlemen, for there might be further clues to the whereabouts of the villains who have absconded with the Lady."
"I apologize, Sir Vaethic, I am not a well equipped tracker. But, if I may, we might see if the creatures Lady Sasaki and I downed are, firstly, real and not illusions, and, secondly, perhaps not quite bled out yet. They might be a viable source of information we will need, as we have likely lost any element of surprise with the last one's escape."
Valgor's singing seems pleasant enough, I wonder why he always does that during battle.
"Excellent job absorbing that, old friend. I shall fetch you a carrot upon my earliest convenience. For now, however..." says Faux, patting Noble affectionately. Faux dashes to Vaethic's side, seeking to aid the young man. Sadly the encumbrance does little to aid the knight's speed.
Little monsters flit from the trees. Good. I’ll go them. Faux moves into the treeline, drawing the sword on the go. The sword comes down on the first creature in the trees.
"Spank."
Faux nods appreciatively at Vaethic and Valgor in turn. "Now I believe it comes to my usual role in this situation." Faux stands before the chest, on the now disabled trigger, places the off-gauntlet on the sword pommel, and tries to open the chest. Yank and...
The Lady will likely want these back. Faux slips the jewelry box into a saddlebag, and then, following Vaethic's lead, begins tugging Noble Steed into the woods after the party. "I hope they did not take her too far. I doubt we will do well in this cursed weather once nighttime roll around."
"Many thanks, Sir Zypher," says Faux, stretching appreciatively as the muscles mend back into place. Back to battle ready already. Excellent. "Sir Valgor, I would gladly welcome you and your tales to our endeavor. However, we have little time to share said stories. A survivor of this initial attack claims that twisted winter fae have carried the Lady Argentea into these woods, presumably still breathing. We must track them. I am almost certain that will lead you to the source you would see vanquished." Faux turns to the party at large. "Let us see what can be found here to aide our pursuit then make haste." Faux spares a glance at the recently walking corpses upon the frozen earth. "I fear we will need it."
Taking a careful moment to clean and sheath the sword, Faux turns to new arrival. "Well met, stranger, I am Sir Faux the Errant. I thank you for your call to valor. Would you care to match those words with action? For we find ourselves on a valiant quest," says Faux, bowing slightly despite the pain. Already Faux's mind whirls. A fated encounter on the fields of battle. A splendid beginning, there is none greater. However... The armor straightens back to standing. "Wait, first, how do you find yourself on this twice cursed road?"
Yo, Wade, welcome to the posts. (Gabe) I think I'm eating all of Haze's rolling mojo.
The blow echoes deafeningly within the helmet, blanking out Faux’s hearing for a moment. A small price to pay, it appears that the armor turned the worst of that blow. When hearing returns, the song from the new half-orc fills the air, a pleasing enough sound, though Faux doesn’t understand the appeal.
Instead, Faux adds a harmony with the whistling tone of blade cutting the air, careening towards the assailant.
Mmmmmkay, good to know.
Wait, was I supposed to wait for Darren and Rich to post first?
"Spank," Faux mutters. Faux rips their bastard sword from the hip sheath, closes both hands on the handle, and brings it in a mighty arc towards the closest zombie.
As the attack resolves, Faux takes a careful step back, allowing the others a clear line of sight on their deceased attackers.
With a quick glance around the assemblage, Faux notes the suddenly cautious party. It seems likely that something is wrong. Good. It would not be much of an adventure otherwise. Faux pulls the spear from the handles, recalling a simple mantra from Lucky Lady Lancaster’s Guide to Beginner’s Dungeoneering. Yank and… Faux keeps one hand on the sheathed bastard sword and rips open the door with the other.
Once Mayumi and Zypher announce where they are Faux will open the door.
"Is there a survivor here?" a flat voice asks, directed towards the carriage. An excellent question, though... Faux steers Noble Steed, a great, steely grey beast obviously a bit past its prime, towards the carriage producing the noise. When within ten feet or so, Faux dismounts, hand upon the sheathed blade. An excellent question with but one way to answer.
So Mike, if ya'll want to know my perception and sense motive and stuff in the future for stuff, I should have most relevant stuff on my profile under Dice Help. ...Also how do I roll20?
Faux sighs and lowers the gauntlet. So much for that attempt. No matter. We shall all likely be bonded in battle, if not in belief. Faux takes Mayumi's proffered luggage, bowing the helmet low in response. "It would be a pleasure, Lady Sasaki. In return, fair slayer of monsters, grant me the small boon of ensuring Sir Zypher's and your own safety until we arrive. We shall only be subject to the short delay of acquiring a ride for Sir Haze, and thus should catch up before too long. I would like fair stab at our vile kidnappers as well." Shouldering the backpack, Faux follows the rambling half-elf and distracted elf. After Zypher and Mayumi take their leave Vaethic turns to his remaining companions and cocks an eyebrow inquisitively. "Well then, shall we be away?" "With all possible speed. My Noble Steed is sequestered in the local stables, so I will aid in Sir Haze's acquisition of a mount. If your Light's Light Laughter is elsewhere then we shall meet you just outside of town on the road to the ambush." Faux does not wait for a response and clangs with Haze towards the stables.
Meh. I'm sure it'll be fine. Or we'll all die. Either way, it'll be a fun ride.
Ben, I fully support the vow of poverty. I have never seen anyone pull it off before, but I have complete faith in you. This is a really cool place to do that too... But did you remember to buy a spell component pouch first?
This Zephyr character is noble indeed, a worthwhile companion for such a noble quest. Faux claps the gauntlets together with a clang. "Splendid! We have a heading and great cause to rush to it," Faux says, rising to their feet. "It is as fair Lady Sasaki says, Sir Yuln, you shall have your Lady returned and your vengeance sated, that much I can guarantee. "But first," Faux turns Councilor Teppen. "I believe our need for haste is self-evident, Lady Councilor, and though I greatly support my compatriot's flair for selfless charity, I fear a number of us shall ask for a charity in response. We will require horses." Faux turns to Zephyr now, striding to meet him in the doorway. "For though I'm certain Sir Zephyr travels with such speed as to be looked upon fondly by his patron, I assure you my Noble Steed is faster still. Furthermore, it is very impolite to belittle a warrior's weapon so. I have often read that many seasoned knights find a good blade a far more trustworthy companion then all the fickle gods above and below." Faux offers a gauntlet to Zephyr. "I look forward to discovering the answer to this dispute together."
Can anybody else use the sword? I ask because in character Faux would never relieve a knight of their sword and out of character I have a better one... Actually does anyone besides Mayumi have proficiency in longswords?
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