Hi, got the PM. I can come back as Fir or can put together something else that fits the team. I guess it depends on if it's a reboot or not (and regardless, we could probably just pick up at the festival rather than on the trip in).
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Firavel watches in silence as the small tiefling makes her request of the Tian woman who handled the poor girl with kindness and hope and sends her on her way with a plate of food and a drink. "That was kind of you," he said, indicating the departing girl as he accepted a plate of curried salmon. "She came in on the same caravan as I. I hope she finds what she's looking for with you," he finishes with a smile and a nod as he turned and moved away to allow the next festival goers in line to partake of the food. Apparently another traveler in the caravan, this one apparently old friend of the Tian woman, began to chat with her as Firavel started to wander off with his food. He walked a few steps with the dish in his hand, and tasted the food as he walked. He paused, his eyes opened wide, as he tasted the wonderful flavors. Something he had not expected in a small town like this. He turned back to the Tian woman, raising the plate. "My compliments to the chef! This is delicious!"
Bemused, Firavel allowed himself to be taken along the streets of the town by the children, wistful at their innocence, something he had lost long ago. As they dragged him and the others into the Festival proper, he looked around at the set up, decor and gathering crowd. It was clear that there were no defensive structures or positions set up, not even something hidden to prevent detracting from the festival. Firavel's informant was either wildly incorrect or having a laugh at his expense. That, and perhaps also trying to get me to relax. She's always trying to get me to take a vacation from my singular focus... perhaps she forced the issue... The elf sighed and joined the crowd to listen to the speeches, not following the nuances very well, with only the tale of some unpleasantness from a few years back as background. Nonetheless, he followed the crowd cues to determine his own, albeit still muted, responses. After the speeches and the crowd began to disperse to participate in the festivities, Firavel stood for a moment, pondering his next move. If there had been any sign of a defensive posturing, he likely would have gone to talk to the sheriff. Given he was likely misled, with good intentions, he decided that he may as well have a proper meal after the long, indirect trip from Magnimar. Most of the options on offer seemed like they would be rather heavy for his tastes, so he turned and ambled slowly towards the location where the curried salmon was being served watching the children chase the butterflies and the festival-goers chat amiably with each other. Firavel stops abruptly as the small tiefling that had been with the caravan cuts across his path, chasing a butterfly and ending up in front of the woman serving the salmon. Firavel shrugs and smiles to himself as he wait's his turn in silence, only raising a surprised eyebrow when he hears the girl asking for a job.
Firavel follows along in silence as the group heads towards the town's inn, shaking his head at the comparison of Calistria to some odd cult and a minor divine being. I suppose there are many interpretations of the Savored Sting... I've noticed humans tend to focus on her more... hedonistic aspects. My singular focus is on her vengeance aspect... He brings himself back to the present, refusing to plumb the depths of his memories that brought him to this point. "What did you study in Magnimar?" he asked of Kemras. "I've been known to frequent the city's libraries on occasion, myself."
I'm back and have just posted. Glad that I haven't missed too much.
Firavel made his way past the mirror and saw a grim looking pale platinum-haired elf in dark clothes. Is this what they would see of me in the midst of this celebration? That's enough to drain the revelry from anyone... He sighs and thinks back to the child from before, excited about the prospects of fireworks and allowed his face to soften, becoming far less severe. Perhaps the rumors were wrong... and perhaps I should just partake in the festivities. His mouth finally twists up in a self-depreciating smirk before moving on. No longer appearing to be someone that would sap the fun out of a party, just an unassuming elf, amused at his surroundings.
Firavel scratches the back of his head, as some in the caravan gather nearby to continue their conversation about the festival, religion and other niceties. The mundane topics and lack of concern in their voices aside, perhaps, from the skittish tiefling, was starting to bother him. "Pardon the interruption, but has there been any rumors of... trouble mobilizing in the countryside near Sandpoint? I had heard something but as there appears to be none around remotely alarmed at such a possibility, I'm starting to think my information was in error." "If it is, then I guess it can't hurt to relax and enjoy the festival," he finishes with a wry smile.
Firavel rubs his chin in thought. I can't see how the town would celebrate if they were aware of some impending attack. I can't be the only one to have heard the rumors, he thought but kept silent for now. The talk of religion also went over his head, my faith falls only to Calistria and I'm still getting used to the human perversion of her, but he listened as the festival was rooted in Desnan religion. He recalled his mother mentioning that Desna was, at least, something of an ally to Calistria for some reason or another, so perhaps there could still be something of interest in the story behind it.
A tall slim elf, his pale skin and hair contrasting against his dark clothes, stood leaning against a tree, watching the caravanners prepare for the journey to Sandpoint. Firavel had joined the caravan of festival-goers from a different caravan from Magnimar that had a more northern destination. He watched the smaller children wriggle in their wagon as they barely contained their excitement for some festival that was soon to occur at their destination. He almost felt jealous of their innocence, something he didn't really experience much of, his mother training him to be a tool from a young age. No one here seems concerned. Was my information off? Another day without being to wet my blade in vengeance? Is the Savored Sting giving me a temporary reprieve, a calm before the storm? He shakes himself out of his dark reverie as the caravan begins to move. He leans away from the tree and smoothly shifts into a quick walk to join the line. He walks in silence for a few minutes, looking around at the variety of people joining the caravan, from children to the elderly, humans to even a tiefling! Such a motley assortment of people... What is... he decides to voice his question rather than contemplate it in silence: "What is this festival in Sandpoint about?"
Firavel would be new to Sandpoint. He's swinging by because it's the town that was closest when he started to hear that giants were gathering. Caravan entry works. Note that I'll actually be away from March 11 to 23rd, inclusive. I'll have my mobile, so it's possible I could post from that, I just can't guarantee it given I'll be on travel status with family.
I believe that I may be done. Expanded the background from the outline (with some modifications) and included a description and pic. Also ended up adding the deliverer archetype.
Question on the EitP stuff. The website has Deft Maneuvers giving a +2 to an assortment of maneuvers, including Feint, which isn't really a classic maneuver (as it doesn't use CMB). The document excludes some maneuvers (as it was focused on core rather than APG stuff) but rather than the +2 to feint, it allows feinting as a move action. Would the final version (that includes APG maneuvers) be: +2 to trip, disarm, dirty trick, reposition, and steal (but not feint) alongside the ability to feint as a move action?
This is the alias I (DarkNetwerk) will use for this submission. It contains the player questionnaire, RP sample links, and crunch. I'll be working on Background and Description, next. These might help determine if I add the deliverer archetype to this for whip proficiency.
Hmm... Weird. Didn't see this. Thanks for the heads up Leon. Sorry. Baby has taken up a lot of my time. But still here.
Firavel finishes his scan of the bridge and nearby rooms. Finding a sturdy anchor-point near one of the walls, he ties a rope tighly to it and lets it down to the others.
"Is that a bridge to the door across the way, or do you mean there was a bridge between those two upper doors? If so, no big deal. I can climb up there without too much difficulty. And drop a line for the rest of you."
"This stuff is... interesting. And by that, I mean I'd rather not see it again except in a circus side show..." He moves over to the corner of the room and presses against part of the wall, opening it to reveal a staircase. "This, however, is far more interesting. A more appropriate, 'wonder what's up there' type."
I came down with a sudden case of fatherhood. Going to be out of touch for a bit.
Firavel examines the open doors and the passage within.
Firavel waves to the others, once he had disabled the trap. "Some kind of alarm. Not that there are many folks around to answer it, it seems. Took a skilled mage to make though, so keep your eyes and ears open." He then continues along the bridge, searching for any other traps, signalling the others should no others appear.
Firavel crouches down, looking at something on the bridge. "Hmm, I may be a bit rusty at this, but I suppose I should give it a try...," he mutters to himself, cracking his knuckles and pulling out his tools.
"The Whispering Way?" Firavel asks, looking at Jean incredulously. "What do they have to do with this place? You suspect that the Count is a member?" He moves off down the bridge, looking for any sorts of traps.
Firavel glances at the painting and then does a double-take, giving the portrait a better look. "Is that... Son? In the background of the portrait? Is that man your 'father'?"
Firavel remained standing in the background, an incredulous look on his face at Leon's new 'friends'. He shakes his head to bring himself back to the conversation before nodding and grabbing a spare uniform to don.
Firavel moves forwards to slash at one of the trolls, trying to roll under it's reach to avoid any strike as he approaches.
Firavel moves forwards but stays out of the fray for the moment, ready to strike should an enemy approach.
"Outside the gatehouse. I guess we'll see how well Jean can parlay with dogs."
"Wasn't he accused of stealing something, but didn't end up getting charged with it since they couldn't find the thing? Perhaps someone used him to get at that item."
Firavel cringes on watching the bloodthirsty crowd. "Well that kind of cools down the itch in my fingers," he mutters, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets despite some potentially lucrative targets in the tight crowd.
Firavel waves his hand at the prisoners. "In any case, now that we've done all the work to find the true criminals, perhaps you could do yours and get that Beast fellow off the hook."
Firavel takes the key and turns it around in his hand before looking down at the chest. Crouching down before it, he examines it and the keyhole, then feels around for other openings.
"Any special traps we should know about?" he asks. If the response is negative (and he didn't notice any that would activate even with the key), he'll slip the key into the chest to open it. "Ahh," he says. "Trap circumvented."
Firavel looks at Jean as he accepts the potion. "Vorkstag? This thing was Vorkstag? He said he was Augustus Heigl or something." He turns towards the newcomer, his blade ready.
"Who are you?"
Firavel rolls past the thing formerly thought of as human, and, now positioned opposite Leon, swiftly slashes at it.
I am going to be away for a week starting tomorrow (back on the 9th). I might be near some wifi at times, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to post. Bot me as appropriate.
Firavel tries to position himself around the... thing, so as to flank with one of his friends before attacking.
Firavel moves after the man creature? to slash at it once again.
Firavel moves into position, drawing his curve blade and slashing at the man. What the hell is this?
Firavel steps forwards. "Come now, my good man. This is foolish conducting a conversation by shouts. Let us in and we can talk like civilized men. We're all in the business of chemistry after all. One of the most civilized of professions."
Firavel keeps to the shadows, staying out of sight and looking around, casing the joint, to see if there are other methods of entry.
"Lycan-whats? No they literally walk around in other people's skin."
Once the group is back together and alone, Firavel speaks. "Wow... that was boring. Remind me to ask the guards to kill me rather than put me through a trial," he says with a sigh. "In any case, now that this part is over, we might want to follow the rest of the trail we discovered earlier while you guys were law-talking. In fact, it seems there may be a connection between the Morast crimes presented today and the Karb Isle ones. Recall the vial of bleach? Vorkstag and Grime seem to be the connection. And that's where we wish to... visit. Them being some kind of skin-walkers, for lack of a better term."
I don't recall who made the knowledge checks. Firavel certainly did not read the book. But maybe that guy would be a good witness about golems in general (unles one of you recalls making the check, I believe it was knowledge (arcana)).
"It could also help if you know something about how things like Son actually heal. It looks kind of sewn together, so presumably some scars remain regardless of how it heals. Does it heal naturally, etc.?" Firavel adds softly.
"Try not to go too far. Even after we've found and dealt with these friends of yours, if they are in no condition to chat, you may be needed to connect them with the crimes. I would hate to have to track you down again." Turning to the others he nods, "Yeah, it might be best to gather the others from the courthouse before we hit them." Turning back before the man skulks off he asks "Say... were you or your friends involved in that little riot debacle last night?"
Note: I'm going to be away for the Canada Day long weekend and then some. I might be online early tommorrow morning, but after that, I'll be effectively unavailable until Wednesday. It's possible that I'll be near some internet/wifi at times, allowing me to lurk a bit, but I can't guarantee to be able to post. Feel free to bot me where necessary.
"Sounds like that skin mask could have an owner," Firavel mutters to the others before stepping towards and then onto the man's back to prevent him from crawling away. Crowching down on the man's back, Firavel whispers to the man, "You'd best do what he says. He and his pets get ornery when he's not obeyed. Besides, if we were the fellow you think we could be, what you fear would likely have already come to pass. Tell us who it is and maybe we can get him off your back. Don't tell us... well I suppose we could still tell people how helpful you've been to us anyhow..., but word gets around, you know..."
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