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I've already got a Syncretist Cleric of Shyka/Cernunnos planned for when ACP kicks in; they're literally going to be the reincarnated soul of the Leshy warrior Fester took his name from but with standard Leshy reincarnation amnesia, so "Fester" is the memories of the character's past life being carried forward while the Cleric will be their soul starting anew as a separate character. I'm really looking forward to running it, I'm just waiting for the ACP system to go online to make it official at this point.
I'll have to figure out a way to embellish this story, I suppose. Not sure what I could really add that would make this any more fantastical than reality, but I'm sure I'll figure something out... Fester offers to spend his downtime doing what he can to help cleanup the situation, slipping quickly into the story (lie) that Soumral is his actual name and taking the opportunity to learn a bit more about Leshies and their culture. "It feels like the right move to make, given the circumstances. That and, well... I may owe it to an old friend."
"Oh yes, why of course I know what she thinks she's doing. Obviously she intends to use her tools to patch up the leaks from the monolith. The weird glowing patches are definitely connecting it to the plane of *coughunintelligiblecough* and I would imagine that liberal use of patching materials would assist in stemming the tide, of course."
"Well, I don't know about the un-naturalness of the sky, per se. After all, I've been around for countless days and the sky has always been as blue as it is now. Perhaps we perceive color differently? That would certainly be an eeeexciting discovery! Or perhaps you simply prefer sunsets and the night? In either case, I can certainly see why. The stars are quite wonderful, I'm sure you'd agree." Fester claps his hands together, wringing them together briefly. "But enough speculation! Show me your current work; I'd love to see if I could assist in one of your spectacular works! Perhaps we can learn to understand each other better through collaboration!"
As he readies to clear his throat, Fester is interrupted by the Leshy's address, leaving Fester mid-cough with eyes mildly surprised and clenched hand hovering a few inches from his face. Quickly shifting into a smile, he opens the hand and waves briefly. "Hello in turn, my small friend. Why, I may have picked up an adder stone around here somewhere, let me look through my things..." The plain elf kneels down as he begins to dig through his sack, rolling, in order:
While scanning the ground around him and retrieving some string from his pack, Fester continues. "So, may I ask for your name? I've been a fan of your work for quite some time, and the mere idea of assisting with your... exotic craft brings me a not-insignificant quantity of glee, you see. Formally, I am known as Soumral Eldren, amateur herpetologist - which, as you surely know, is one who studies herbs - and aspiring leeeeshy crafter myself. Your techniques are truly awe-inspiring, so I came to you with my associates in order to inquire about your astounding methods myself. May I perhaps have a closer look at your process, and perhaps lend a hand in your craft?"
"If buttering the plant up is our goal, I'd be willing to initiate the discussion. I also happen to know Abyssal quite well, after all, and have some experience with... flattery. But, if you all think you can handle the distraction, I wouldn't be against joining our foul-mouthed friend as well. I'll leave it to you lot if you'd rather me go in sneaking or speaking." Fester starts to lean back against a shrub before remembering what that would entail. Oh yeah. Riiiight.
After a few moments of labored breathing, Fester's pulse settles down and he begins to take in his surroundings. "S-See everyone! All in a days work for Fester!" Glancing around at the ruins, Fester quickly starts to run through what he might know about this kind of corruption (Demon Lore, Arcana, Occult +5; Religion, Nature +4, can read Abyssal) before beginning to remove the animal carcasses from the menhirs. He'll also taoe a quick walk-around to try to find any tracks.
"Now, back to the task at hand, I suppose..."
Hearing Armagile's words, Fester stretches out a bit before letting out a sigh. Guess I need to work on my acting still. Regrettable. "You'll have to tell me what you remember about that Deskari story; you don't hear people claim to have dined on a god every day, to say the least." Fester laughs abruptly before turning to stare at the fire. "As for your concerns, I'm… not sure I agree, honestly. I consider myself to be quite lucky, to say the least; or at least lucky enough to have lived as long as I have. I've borne witness to countless heroes more deserving of life than I whose time has run out, whether that be merely due to heritage or as a result of being snuffed out prematurely." Fester picks a stick from the forest floor and inserts it into the fire, holding on and watching as the flame burns down the wood. "I never really did much with my life before, you know. I had all the time in the world and nowhere to put it. But the strange thing is, when I think of those that came before me… well, it gives me something to work towards. Living in their shoes, and trying to live up to the example they set… no, perhaps working to carry on their legacy would be more accurate? It makes it feel like this life I've been given exists for a reason, to carry those heroes spirits onward into a new age…" Fester smiles as the wood begins to singe his fingers. With a blue glow, the twig disintegrates, and Fester turns his head to the night sky. "I don't envy the stars. To see so many fight and die and be forgotten in the span of a blink… it's no wonder they arrange themselves in constellations. Just another way of keeping the spirit alive." -----------
Seeing the dog, Fester doesn't hesitate to play with it even as his mind protests. While animals are not my forte, playing with this dog would help humanize me in front of the villagers… **"En garde, lad, let's see how good that grip of yours is!"** After playing with the dog a bit, Fester is willing to assist in discerning what he can, adding some translations from Abyssal to the research where he can.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- ”I can assure you, we have not killed any gods to my knowledge, but there was this one time we were enlisted by a God to free them from their eternity-old prison. Now there’s a tale…” Fester will go on an extended rundown of that time the Pathfinder Society intervened on a planar level for the betterment of the multiverse, embellishing himself into it as needed, especially the tale of how he, “-personally, of course - assisted in the acquisition of the relic weapon Fossilblight, by appeasing the spirits of the volcano it resided within. And then, once we got inside the volcano…” Fester does not mention the Pathfinder acquaintance he got this story from. Ideally, my embellished retelling of the respect given to the various obstacles on the mountain will present a believable enough display for this Kanna Korag to trust me. Fester will also make a point to play with the dog, assuming it has followed him, in order to show that he is good with animals and definitely trustworthy.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- ”...and I can assure you, children, that the blast was in no-way enough to take ol’ Fester out of it! Why, one time, I was on the border of the Elemental Plane of Fire and had to endure a full trampling by an army of fire spirits! This was nothing I haven’t handled before of course!” If the dog has followed Fester here, he will have grown more used to its presence as a prop for human attachment and is giving it a wide variety of scratches and rubs as he absentmindedly continues his recital of the time the Pathfinder Society freed a god with the help of his efforts, “-of course!” only mildly adapted to fit in with the current situation. Anyone following Fester is well aware that he did not stop telling the story between starting it at Kanna Korag and finishing it with the children, instead opting to tell the minor details to the various townspeople he stumbled upon along the way.
After dazedly nursing his concussion for most of the trip to camp, Fester listens to the others's tales of the occurance in a light daze, only ever really adding a nod or a gesture to the conversation. It becomes quickly apparent to anyone watching that the elf is not quite all there. Upon hearing the suggestion to explore the camp and help out the locals, Fester begrudgingly gets up to head to the druid's tent. I guess I could use the air, and everyone in immediate company seems to be wary of my storytelling anyways. May as well find a fresh audience. As he approaches the tent, the elf quickly takes a swig from his canteen before pouring some of its contents into his hand and slapping himself with the water. After a few blinks, he eyes the canteen again before dumping the rest of its contents on his face. After wiping the excess moisture off of his face with his sleeve, the elf appears satisfied and begins to open the tent flaps. Fester begins speaking up as soon as he enters, taking no stock of its contents. "Hail! I am Sir Fester, representing the Pathfinder Society! I have come to offer our services to the beleaguered people of this handsome town of coughiobariahem. I am adequately-versed in mostly all things, both natural and un, and am eager to provide assistance through any means deemed necessary. I was told by a strange scaled individual outside that there was a man named Cenevial somewhere in this tent that could use my assistance?"
Fester punches his leg a few times to get the blood flowing in his numb extremities as he runs around the remaining leshy keep his distance. Pulling out two arrows, he attempts to level the bow with the Leshy's small frame. "You know, I'm quite the accomplished archer! I've slain countless beasts with my keen eye and piercing bolts!" Now, I just hold it like this, and nock the arrow like so... this at least looks like how it did in the diagrams at least...
As he watches his first arrow take flight, Fester notices he somehow launched the arrow backwards, causing him to botch the second shot in his flustered state.
Fester sees black. All he can hear is distorted noise. Slowly, his eyes begin to see the world in gray-orange, before slowly realizing the distorted noises are the sounds of explosions and bombs. What in asmodeus's name... Fester tries to roll over before realizing he can't, resigning himself to his limp position. His body retches. What was I doing before this? Something about plants? Its always damned plants... first it was the trees... then it was the stick construct... now these. I need to find a better faction, Verdant Wheel is for suicidal nutjobs... His reverie over, Fester suddenly realizes he can feel his toes. Looking up, he sees Lux, and grumbles out a garbled "...thanks" before wiping the residue from his mouth, pulling out his shortbow, and booking it away from the other leshies.
"Well, these... squirrel creatures, was it? I'm sure I have encountered similar on my travels. Could we perhaps examine a specimen, if you happen to have one? Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself- we don't even know if that is why we were brought here!" Fester will pull out a gloved hand and offer a handshake. "I am Sir Festering Bergamot, renowned crusader and hero of the Battle of Undarin, though you may call me Fester if you are so inclined. The pleasure is mine. Now, on the matter of our business, on what account have we been called to this quaint settlement?" Fester will offer a crooked smile at the end of his introduction, as he moves to try and hide Niklaas behind his equally-thin body.
Fester approaches the amassing crowd with half-lidded eyes before reciting his script in a tired monotone. "Why excuse me, my dear madam. I am relatively new to your small town of Mishkan, and was hoping you could provide some assistance. You see, I have recently discovered that a long lost cousin has in fact lived around these parts, but as I know only their name, my chances of finding them are unfortunately narrow at- Oh? What do we have here? Fret not, I have experience as a volunteer fire fighter, and am quite adept at climbing trees. I will see them out most handily!"
Fester will be here for awhile.
Ugh, manual labor. Best to try and leave before I get roped into it like some common boor. Strolling through the town, Fester will keep an eye out for anything unusual (Perception +6) as he makes his way to the caravansary, looking for anyone who appears to have their wits about them. Anyone who was not a part of the Brevoy caravan is of particular interest, but he'll start talking to them as a last resort if required. His script goes roughly as follows: "Why excuse me, my dear (madam/ sir/ friend/ child/ pet/ elder). I am relatively new to your small town of Mishkan, and was hoping you could provide some assistance. You see, I have recently discovered that a long lost (cousin/ sister/ daughter/ aunt/ old flame, picked based on what Fester thinks will resonate the best with his audience) in fact lived/lives in/around these parts, but as I know only their name, my chances of finding them are unfortunately narrow at best and impossible at worst. After all the effort I went to to ensure that my great-grandfather's estate went to its proper recipients, it would truly be a shame if I were thwarted at the last opportunity in such a banal way. So please, if you perhaps (know/knew) of a woman bearing the name Jaldan, whom I've heard is of a more shamanistic persuasion, any help you could offer me in my search would go a great way to ensuring that my great-great grandfather may finally rest in peace.
After a moment of thought, Fester appears to have an epiphany. "Ah yes! Iodaria! I have most assuredly been there before. Quite the exciting place, Iodaeria! Never a dull moment! Very explosive environment, what with the trees spontaneously combusting and the like. But no worries! I can assure you that I will, personally, refrain from using my magic in the forest's vicinity - for your own sakes, of course! I have a plethora of other talents at my behest, so the chances of myself becoming a burden on this excursion are close to nil. That aside, I would advise any magic users in our midst to be careful when using fire in the forest; flash-fires are quite the unpleasant occurrence, to say the least."
@Nikebei: School points information can be found here under 14: Factions. http://www.organizedplayfoundation.org/encyclopedia/pfs2edplayer-basics/ Tl;dr you get two free consumables at the start of every adventure based on where you went to do pathfinder training so that there's less of a need to buy those things for your character between sessions, and also so you can be a bit more reactive with your purchases based on the scenario.
Sidenote that contains some minor Doomsday Dawn Playtest Scenario spoilers: "Fester" has an interesting origin as a PFS character, as he is one-of-two characters I am making based on a character from the Doomsday Dawn playtest. As stated in main chat, Fester, a grifter and compulsive liar by nature, is the character that heard the story of an epic battle where crusaders helped a group of heroes do some ritual to save the fate of the world, and decided that it would be a good persona to take on, since Doomsday Dawn Spoilers really start here:
all the crusaders involved died horribly and thus claiming to have lived through it as a lone survivor would be hard to contest. The original character I was using for it was a Leshy (thus the name Festering Bergamot) that I intend to have reincarnate as a PFS character now that the ACP system is finally in place, although he will only have vague memories of his time as a crusader. Thus, "Fester" acts as the tale of the adventure that lives on in the crusader's stead, while the Actual Crusader will live on later as a amnesiac soul. He also serves as a great way for me to "steal valor" from all of my PF1 characters that no longer exist, which I will likely be doing a lot of where applicable in this game. None of his party-lies will be intentionally antagonistic, this was just a fun way that I came up with to run a Bluff/Feint Rogue in PFS. Cool, so hopefully that clears the air for "Fester". I hope you all enjoy the roleplay.
Seeing the opportunity to enter the conversation, an Elf strides up, appearing noteworthy for all of the wrong reasons. Each of his facial features can best be described as either too large, too flat, too small, or some other unappealing extremity. His clothes and armor, despite being very well-worn, seems to be impeccably well-kept despite their sorry state. With a pleasant smile that feels wrong coming from his face, he will
"Why hello! You say you were in the Mendevian crusades? It's a wonder we never met! Why, I myself was a crusader there, fighting on the front lines using my incredible sorcery to tackle the demon menace head-on! There was this one incredible battle that I was in recently, in fact... ah, yes, the "Battle of Undarin," I believe it was called. Nasty battle, that one was. It was a real tragedy what happened there, but in the end it all worked out. Aaaaanyways, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? My name is Fester, pleasure to meet you." Fester extends his hand for a shake. You get the distinct feeling that, while well-meaning, Fester is likely a shameless valor thief. |
