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"Looks like talking is out of the question." Fellstone muttered as he cracked his leather wrapped knuckles. "Ah well. Prepare to receive the blessing of Irori, miscreants" He ran down the alley way, drawing out his sling and letting fly a stone at the masked woman. In his rush to join the melee, his shot goes wide, ricocheting off of the alley brickwork.
Fellstone walked carefully to the edge of the split planks and looks down into the opening. "Going to be tricky this. How did they put that crate there? Anyone have any ideas? Maybe loop a rope around the crate?" He said and then wrinkled his nose at the foul smell. "Irori's Blessed Backside! What is that smell?!"
After jiggling the lock, Fellstone frowns at the door. Taking several steps back, he looks up at the roof. "...we could always try going up instead of down..." he mutters. Suddenly feeling morally conflicted about planning to break into a place, Fellstone falls silent, waiting to hear what the fisherman is willing to do.
"The sun must have been getting to her all day." Fellstone muttered. Faeria was certainly odd but perhaps her strange methods could be effective. They'd have to wait and see. "Let's see if her feminine wiles will do the trick." Fellstone walked towards the warehouse, deciding to try the front door. Maybe Faerias feminine wiles might yield something but he wanted to try the obvious. Maybe the warehouse was unlocked.
"...Kagar..." Fellstone said in a soft warning. The tone of the Half-Orcs voice had troubled him, and he half expected his fellow monk to start a fight which would not be appropriate for this place. Unless. There was something that Kagar had picked up on that Fellstone had not. He looked over at the older woman, his eyes narrowing into a squint. There was something off about the way that the woman was acting, he could see that now. Fellstone pours himself a cup of tea. "Perhaps you'd best be truthful with our large friend, Auntie. He can be a might troublesome in controlling should he lose his temper."
Fellstone sets the plates down and frowns at the old woman, thinking about what she's said about the kids sickness. She sounded fairly certain the the kids would recover so maybe she was keeping the medicines just in case. That made some sense, Fellstone thought, but it didn't seem like she was having difficulty getting more medicine. "Would not the medicines help the children recover quicker?" Fellstone asked, running a hand through his beard. "It's not as if it's that difficult to replenish what you use. Us here, we're proof of that." He pours a cup of tea and hands it to Roshan. Softly he speaks. "Have some tea, lass, and pay no mind to the words of others. Your value is known your friends."
Fellstone watches as the others all sneak away to do their various investigations. "Looks like it's up to me to distract the old woman then." he grumbles. The dwarf walks back into the kitchen. "Pardon me, Ma'am. Is there anything that I can do to help with the tea? Our human...er...friend Faeria can be a bit particular with her teas."
Fellstone gave a shrug at woman suggestion that they wait outside and was about to step back into the courtyard when he remembered that they were here not only to deliver the medicine but also to look for anything suspicious. Asking the three of them to wait outside might be construed as suspicious. "We're small, don't take up much space." he says, eyeing the woman and not stopping from entering the building. "Well, excepting for Kagar but with Faeria sitting on his shoulders it saves space."
Fellstone had listened in to what Hugo had said about the Auntie who ran the Orphanage. He had little skill in talking with folks to get information, and he was a little concerned about what would happen to Faeria if she wasn't supervised. "This Auntie doesn't sound like to bad of a person. Perhaps a little lapse in some areas of character but who isn't."
A quest to deliver medicine to orphans. This was a quest that felt more worthy to Fellstone, at least more worthy than playing puzzles with boxes. "Alright. To the Orphanage then." he said, his mood improving. "Now, Ollysta mentioned that this Baltwin woman might be trying to pull some wool over the Society's eyes. Does anyone have some manner of expertise in ferreting out mistruths?"
The fight was over before Fellstone could slip into a combat stance. He harrumphed and went back to pondering the chests. "Doubtful that a snake is going to do us any good in opening these things up." he says. "What about that stuff in the jar that burned Hugo? Maybe we need to pour it over one of these boxes..."
Fellstone watches Faeria work and at first his face has an expression of focussed interest, but as soon as she says that the arcane marks are arcane marks, the Dwarf slowly turns to look at her. His expression changes to one of mild annoyance at what the rambling woman had told him. "I don't ken magic. What's an arcane mark? Can you get rid of it so that we can open this thing?"
"Not pick the lock on the door. I suspect that it's been barred more effectively from the other side." Fellstone said to Roshan. "I was meaning to open these here boxes without damaging them. Maybe part of the puzzle is in the opening of them but little I know about opening things without generous application of my fists." He looks at the glowing runes around the keyhole "Faeria. Might you know anything about these glowing runes?"
Fellstone gave a long pause at the Paracountess' offer, his gaze slowly shifting back towards the room that they had just left. "Hmm...well..." he mused, scratching at a bald spot on his head. After a long moments consideration, he turns to the Paracountess. "Duty comes first, I suppose, but thank you for the offer." Catching up to the rest of the group, Fellstone offers his opinion on their next task. "We should try to be efficient in the execution of our quests. I think that Kagar has the way of it. Wise Quarter is my vote."
"A grand blow, Kagar." Fellstone says. He pauses for a moment to look from the fading box in Faerias hands to the one that Roshan has. With a shake of his head, he follows Kagar out of the room and addresses the Paracountess. "Well that's done and over with. You've got your Imp and we've got our box. Is it fair to assume that our business has concluded?"
Fellstone looks from the dagger to the Paracountess and then in the direction of the crashing sounds. "Misbehaving?" That sounded like a serious understatement. Before he could say anything else, Faeria had gone and opened the door. "Irorir's Blessed Backside Lass!" The Dwarf exclaimed. " Don't you be going on like that until the rest of us...ah forget it." What was done was done. Fellstone stomped over to Faeria to see what she was looking at.
Fellstone listened to the Paracountess go on and on about order and scrumptious Pathfinders, and wondered just when she was going to get down to business. "Paracountess Dralneen, I'm sure such things would be better discussed over tea and cakes." the dwarf said, trying to be as diplomatic sounding as possible, though it probably came out sounding less than that. "We were sent to retrieve an item that you had borrowed from the vaults. If you don't mind, could you let us know where the item is?"
Fellstone had no problem with walking to their destination. It helped to keep the legs strong after all.
As they were making their way through the streets, something caught the Dwarfs eye. "Well that's curious." he said quietly to his companions, taking his attention off of the woman who was watching them as if he did not notice her. "We seem to be drawing some interest. Dark haired woman. Cleric looking. Across the street."
Fellstone mulls over the four tasks, trying to decide which one to take on first. He doesn't know any of these people and finds that any one of those tasks seems to be just as important as any other. It was a little disappointing after the last quests that he'd been sent on. "The Paracountess is as good a place to start as any, I suppose." he says with a shrug and makes ready to leave.
Fellstone looks up, and up, at Kagar, and grins. He thrusts a hand out to clasp at the larger Orcs in greeting. "Well met, my large friend." he says cheerily. "You look to be of a profession similar to mine own. A devotee of the sweet science of the fisticuff?"
This is my first Core Monk. Actually this is my only Monk. :) Is the Unchained version all that different? I haven't tried one out yet.
A stocky Dwarf wearing a simple shirt and trousers, walks in to the room. His rather plain appearance could mark him as nought but a townie were it not for the backpack slung over a shoulder and the strips of cloth wrapped around his hands. "Greetings friends." He says cheerfully. "Name's Fellstone. I was told to meet...up...here...." The Dwarfs voice trails off and his brow crinkles as the smell of animal musk hits him. Irori's blessed backside! Were they rolling around in the stables?
For the GM: Hopefully you don't mind Fells experience. If not I can bring in a fresh Level 1
Fellstone is pretty much ready to go. He's a Dwarven Monk who has been on 2 prior adventures with the Pathfinder Society and he's finally gotten around to buying some equipment. Fellstone does all the typical Monkly things, such as punching monsters, grappling with the BBEG and running away from Swarms, although he's hoping to change that last one. He had a bad experience with a swarm in the last adventure but it wasn't quite as bad as the time that he fell to his near death in the previous one. In spite of all this, Fellstone is still excited to go out into the world.
Hi Folks, I'm playing Fellstone Bloodknuckle. I've been playing Pathfinder since Gencon 2011 and retired my first PFS character only a few months ago. Most of my playing is through Roll20 or at Cons. I have played PbP before, on different boards, and I'm trying to get more active on this one. I like the PbP format since it seems to work with my work and schooling schedule. And lastly..."I agree to post daily, or notify the GM if I am temporarily unable to do so. I promise to respect others and to allow everyone - myself included - to have fun playing."
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