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As tempting as it was to pawn off the ring, Fernand ends up deciding to hang onto it. He had earned enough of a reputation to purchase some supplies and join up with another caravan heading westward, hoping to get away from the front and head home to Margeride, his family's estate on the Sellen River. As strange as it was, any of this ragtag band of adventurers, even Amarisa, priestess of the enemy's patron, would be welcome to ride with him. Just where the road would end up taking them was a tale for another day. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Tell me, Krayquer, just how much money did it take to buy treason from you?" Fernand asks, approaching the bleeding Sergeant. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Glad you're feeling better, Gilbert. Laro and I will move on ahead and see if we can get the jump on any more of them," Fernand suggests. "We'll start with the north and see if we can surround whoever is here."
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As Dolleen's spell rejuvenates him, Fernand takes a couple of steps to his side then thrusts his rapier at the orc's exposed flank...
for
Fernand feigns weakness as he rushes to Dolleen's side, provoking the orcs towards overextending themselves while using his agility to avoid their strikes...
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Fernand lands on the cave floor with excellent footing, then makes a quick strike at a surprised foe... for plus
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Fernand slides down the rope, then just when he is about to enter the orcs' reach, drops down from it, rapier in hand...
Fernand wipes some mud off the bottom of his boots, makes sure his gloves are tight on his hands, then takes the rope and descends as well. "I'm not sure how this will go, but it'll be better if I'm down there as well," he says as he slides down it.
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Fernand takes advantage of the orcs' distraction and races towards them, his crouched posture showing that he's broken am archery line several times before. He makes sure to avoid the vines which have begun to spring out of the ground.
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"We should probably take cover before his friends emerge," Fernand says, as he ensures the ogre's death with a lethal stab to the neck. -Posted with Wayfinder
Fernand slips off to the left of Thallan's charge, out of the ogre's sight as he approaches the entrance... as he approaches the building's entrance from the left. It looks like he has to double-move. -Posted with Wayfinder
HP -4/15 Fernand holds a moment to line up a precise skewering... for And ends another bat.
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for Fernand is able to see the bat flying at him just in time to skewer one with his rapier. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Best get on with it, then," Fernand comments, as he carefully heads towards building 3.
"Due to the divine guidance of Aroden, it appears that we are now seven," says a clever-looking Taldan gentleman. "What's our situation, Sergeant?" he then asks. His light armor has the look of the Phalanx, and his accent places him as from the lands surrounding the Verduran Forest, out by Cassomir.
"Mr. Iggy is right, Luke. That is quite serious. You're not telling a tall tale, are you?" he asks.
"I don't think an orog is clever enough to leverage secrets," Fernand comments, after a long moment of thought. "Jeremiah, you are first lizardfolk we have seen thus far. How long have you been holed up here?" he asks.
Fernand looks for an angle, leaning out the window to take a shot at the bandits while they have hammers in their hands... for He then hops onto the sill and slips out the window to engage them.
Fernand notes that he only has a moment before the orog becomes informed of his presence. He turns and motions to the tavern wench near the rack where his quiver and bow are hanging, hurriedly asking her to toss them to him...
Just as the orog begins speaking, Fernand grabs his rapier from the bar beside him and darts over to the window to get a better look at group of them. Careful to avoid any bolts or arrows, he quietly leans his head into the opening to get a view without being fired upon or noticed.
"What have been your most pressing issues?" Fernand asks, before thinking about what could follow. "We may have to improvise, but I see no reason why we can't help where we can." -Posted with Wayfinder
Fernand grits his teeth and exhales, wondering how much favor Aroden has for him today...
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Fernand draws a single arrow and takes aim at the approaching orog... for
"Ooof... what happened..." he mumbles. Realizing where he is, he rises to a kneeling position and retrieves his shortbow, using the horse as cover against the orcs.
Fernand changes direction, away from the archers and towards the remaining orc, steering around the pit, rapier in hand... for
Not seeing another option, Fernand races straight at the orcs.
- DOH!
Fernand is too distracted by the sudden blessing of Sarenrae to react quickly. "Orcs? We're six days away from that con...flict..." he says, as he realizes what's happening.
"I will let you know the moment we strike it rich along the way," Fernand replies to Jasper. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Have they made any indications about what they are after?" Fernand asks the Captain. "Is it territory? Food?" -Posted with Wayfinder
"That solution sounds appropriate," Fernand comments. A moment later, Fernand approaches Emerald and the teamsters with her. "Forgive me, but you seemed a bit startled upon realizing that there are a pair of mages among us," he says. "Is there anything I can do or ask them which will soothe your suspicions?"
Fernand gives Jasper a quick glance up and down, as if sizing him up in an instant. "She must've been rather petite," he quips.
The moment the orcs are suitably dispatched, Fernand quickly moves to suppress the fire as best as he can. "Does anyone have any particularly grievous wounds?" he asks once that immediate threat is put out. to help out. -Posted with Wayfinder
Fernand steers his mount through the woods and emerges to take the opportunity presented by the spell...
After what he had already been through, there was no way Fernand was going to be brought down by a band of orc bandits. "Gwendolynn, Halvor, over here!" he shouts, before making a quick decision and placing himself between one of the groups and the caravan, hoping that his horse felt the same way...
to get the horse to attack - fail
for - ugh.
"Excellent maneuvering, Lynn!" Fernand announces as he settles into the saddle of his own horse.
Fernand emerges from the patch of trees and quickly takes cover behind another tree, watching both the north and the east for any signs of more orcs.
Fernand quickly emerges from the patch of trees and resumes a mounted position, ready to ride towards the archers. - so it's a move action.
"I'll wager that you and your boneslicer are in a great position for that, Lynn," he responds.
Fernand is inspecting the dagger when he hears the news about an orc in the distance. He draws his rapier and crouches behind a tree to get a closer look.
"Any more out there, Gwen?" he asks.
Noticing that Malin really wants to have a chat about past experiences, Fernand indulges him, as well as everyone else, in a tale from the southern front, before the Battle of the Ford which broke Taldan momentum. The story involves a time when Fernand and his company used the cover of darkness to liberate a border village and all its people from Qadiran captivity. Naturally, he embellishes the details a bit, in order to provide a rousing tale of chivalry and proper heroics. "We keep using our heads and following our hearts, and we'll win this thing," he concludes. "They'll regret their envy of the light of the world." ***
Fernand looks around from atop his horse, considering who or what would have caused this...
"Probably those lizardmen we were warned about," he comments, after noticing that the cargo was not taken. "Dolleen, does your pet smell anything slimy?"
"It's my experience that a bit of fine drink is required first," Fernand comments. "The crying comes after." His tone and posture seem to indicate that he has done this sort of thing more than once before.
With not quite enough gold left for a horse, saddle, and provisions, Fernand was holding off feelings of regret for purchasing that healing scroll and then giving it away. He would have to somehow change his situation along the road. Or perhaps in the last moment...
Fernand appears a bit surprised when Amarisa mentions Sarenrae, the patron goddess of the Satrapy of Qadira. Had they been in the south, she would likely have never entered the fort. "Advances are being provided," he replies, quickly regaining his composure. "Shall we secure yours? We could also acquire more protective magic for you."
Fernand sighs at the realization that by acquiring a horse, he'll be down to his last few silvers once more. C'est la vie. But he was a bit short. He could afford the horse, but not the saddle. He gently squishes the pouch in his hand as he considers a solution... "Greetings, my lady of the cloth," Fernand says as he approaches Amarisa. "I believe I have something you'll find rather useful along the way," he continues, handing her the scroll with four cure light wounds castings on it. "Might I ask, though, that you perhaps help me with acquiring a horse and saddle?"
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Fernand considers the elf and his offer for a long moment. "I'll take the healing scroll," he says, opening the pouch given to him and counting out the coins. "You people wouldn't happen to have access to any other magic items, would you?" he asks as he counts. -Posted with Wayfinder
"A named sword?" he asks. "The confidence there makes me feeling better already. What about things on four legs, though?"
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