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"Honor and goodness are not determined by a beautiful appearance. Many things may be hidden under the surface, good or ill. I will gladly help you and accept your help in return."

Grimacing at he bodies, Flynn hangs his flail on his belt.
With a quick prayer to Iomedae, he draws his long sword and resumes the rear guard position.

"Painful as it is to admit, we have all heard about the fallen. Heroes or not, it is surely possible that they may have been led astray."
Flynn says with a frown. Looking around for more dangers, he grips his shield tightly.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Moving past the mongrelmen, Flynn raises his shield and examines the area.
percepton: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
"Careful! Let one of us check it out first."

Moving forward to help, Flynn is happily surprised to see Drakra and Selendra so easily help Godwin.
" I, for one, would be happy to accept Chief Sull' s help. If he is willing to give it. I am sure we could help him in return somehow...."
Flynn says as he moves forward, frowning at Drakra and Horgus.
diplo aid another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Maybe we should help? It could be they know a way out."

Hearing Drakra admonish Selindra to be quiet. Flynn stands as still as possible attempting to be silent.

Unable to stop the dwarf, and having no cure for Selindra's blindness, Flynn trudged along at the rear of the group.
A fine lot of help I've been. Need to do better Flynn my boy !

apologies all. Busy for me around holidays as I work grocery retail, also packing and attempting to buy a house at the moment, so RL issues in place. Bot me or drop Flynn as you deem appropriate, as this will continue for at least a couple more weeks. Sorry
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
"Inheritor guide my aim."

will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
"Foul miscreant!" he yells as he moves forward, allowing the colored sand to pass over him.
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
flail damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Not affected by the spell, it throws his aim off anyway.

Hearing Selindra speak of evil, Flynn hustles to catch up. Drawing his flail as he does so.
double move toward the fight. Can't access map by phone if someone would move me.

Having said his peace, Flynn nods to Godwin and falls back once more to guard the rear.
might be, we're going to need allies when we reach the surface. I pray things are ok, but fear for Io and Baraak.

Flynn listened carefully to the historical theory, until it got into discussions of evil.
"Judge not the evil of things unknown, small one. Better to wait and see. Selindra and I can use divine sight to see into the hearts of certain beings."

Not really sure what they fought, Flynn never the less plants his shield and gives thanks for surviving the fight.
Glancing around the room, he shrugs as no meaning comes th him about the stone figures.
"huh. Could be he First Crusade.... I have no real idea."

The disguise scale is actually alter self. Not to worried about it, just don't remember any of the othr ones being claimed. Wondering which Flynn wound up with.

When no one answers or asks about the hammer, Flynn shrugs and hangs it on his belt.
"I can take a middle watch, it matters not to me if I sleep in two shifts or one. "
Nodding to Selindra, Flynn prays to bless this place an keep any more survivors or travelers safe. He leaves no items, though, unsure of how far or what dangers they face.
As he gets comfortable, he pulls out his dragon scale and examines it trying to see what it can do.

Aid another?know religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Flynn, distracted by the hammer, can't seem to remember much about cleansing rituals.
He does pass on whatever he can, however.

" Anyone use a hammer? It's very well made, but not my preference."

"I'm fine. Little worried about the goo it left when it clawed me, but otherwise fine. Let's get this shrine cleaned up. It has spent long enough in neglect."
Sheathing his dagger, Flynn begins to clean and wrap his injuries in torn pieces of his tabard. Then he begins to clean, using the remainder of his tabard if nothing else is available.

stuck using phone for now, so can't access map. Flynn would 5 ' step to flank if possible, unless it would expose the armor less Selindra. Then he would not. Realized belatedly that with smite on he doesn't need silver but oh well . On his turn......
"Face judgement foul heretic!"
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 add flank bonus if applicable
damage : 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Inheritor guide my blade!"
Flynn cries out stabbing at the creature again.
swift action:smite evil vs bad thing. Attack.Cha bonus to attack+2, + 2x lvl on dmg since undead . +2 toFlynns AC for Attacks from smite target.
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
[swing and a miss!!! Sigh

After listening to Drakra, Flynn hangs his flail on his belt. Drawing his silver dagger, he awaits for a space to press forward.
"Unclean beast! Get thee down, from wence you came!"
He shouts from the back of the group.

Lost in thought it takes a few moments after the flies have been put down for him to realize that they almost lost Horgus and have started to enter the temple.
Flynn moves in as well, maintaining the rear-guard position.
" What's going on? Is there someone there?"

Back. Sorry for the delay folks. Lost my computer then lost my internet. Borrowing wife's comp for now.

Sorry for lack of posts.
Be a couple of weeks till new computer, and my cheap tablet doesn't work so well.

cant seem to get either map to work for me. can see the cavern map, shows us at the beginning. roll 20 is just a blank.
Flynn will try to maneuver to the front. placing himself between the danger and his charges. Next to his fellow Servant's of the Inheritor.
" really not liking bugs."

Flynn sighs heavily as they turn back.
" It is sound advice. But I yearn to discover the fate of our friends above."

" A fly you say? Giant one?"
Nodding to Drakra's plan, he Grips his shield and flail, and steps to the front with Selindra.

" He's going to need our protection even more if we keep on about it. Let's work together and get out of here already."
Flynn admonishes as he tries to get them moving again.
Ahh Milady. Save me from the self righteous and the self important...

Flynn has one clw spell available due to his campaign trait, Touched by Divinity.
" We should keep moving. It is imperative that we reach the surface as soon as possible."
Io, be safe boy. I'm coming. Lady Inheritor please keep them safe.

Shaking his head at the grumpy Noble and the antagonizing gnome, Flynn falls back to his place at the rear of the group.
Don't these people realize that there may be nothing left on the surface? Terendelev is dead, the demons are loose. We may need each other before this is done....And that's IF we get out of these caverns.
Frowning in brooding silence, Flynn plods along watching the others from rearguard.

Woot! Congratz!
Whenever YOU are ready we will continue...
XD

earlier
" Couldn't tell what its worth or for,. hopefully just a jewelry piece, but who knows it could have some cultish religious significance as well." Flynn shrugs after looking at the brooch.

At the rock ledge...

"Careful fellows. The rock fall could be unstable. Hate to have to make MORE crutches." He says , winking at the ranger.

Being rear guard, Flynn uses the surprise round to move toward the fight.
Round 1
" Erg. More bugs..."
attack on healthiest or remaining bug: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Crap the last bugs got goo all over my flail...oops missed.

Nonplussed by the maggoty goo on his flail, Flynn lags back to clean it as the others talk.
Coming back into focus at the end of the conversation...
"Worry not Sister. I am sure there will be many more times to prove your metal, before we escape these caverns."
" Agreed Godwin. We shouldn't leave possible enemies at our backs."

" Eww. Bugs!"
Flynn mutters as he approaches raising his shield,and swings his flail at 1st maggot.
attack with combat expertise: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 1 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
threat confirm: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 1 = 18
crit damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

a hit! a very palpable hit! XD. AC18 til next round.

Drakra its not actually disguise, its alter self. Not a bad spell. Gets you darkvision, if you need it, become an Orc.( among other abilities depending on what you become.)
Flynn shrugs at the selection and takes whatever is left.
"It's just an Honor to carry one..."
Taking his scale he reverently tucks it away in his pack.
" Spider? Hunh."
He grips his flail and shield and moves ahead with Godwin.

Flynn will also pick up a scale, A different one, after hearing Ali relate what he feels.
Such a great sacrifice.... Are we worthy? A handful of holy warriors, a blind elf, a crippled ranger and a selfish Noble? Ahhh, Great Dragon I hope you knew what you were doing..
" These are precious artifacts of our benefactor. we should keep them and continue on the dragon's good works..."

" Be sure to bring those Ali. They may be all we have left of Terendelev. "
A rag tag bunch we are! I hope we can make it out.
After helping with the lady with the broken leg, Flynn pats the elf on the shoulder.
" Fear not wise one. We will get you out of here."
With a dour glance at the Noble he moves to the back.
Donning his shield, Flynn takes a sunrod out of his pack and shoves it unlit through his belt. He then takes up his flail, and nods to Selindra.
" Sound plan Sister. Let us move."

Nodding in return, Flynn follows Ali to the voice of the broken leg.
"It is good to hear about water, dying of thirst is harsh.
He says on the way over.
"Now let's see about these wounded.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"I seem to have my gear as well. though I think it would be wise to look for more resources, as I don't readily see a way out. We can go without food for a while, but water may be a problem."
So saying Flynn, stowing his flail and shield, starts to look around.
"Hey. There might even be other survivors. "
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

" HAck! Grckgh!" Flynn struggles upright, coughing the dirt and dust from his mouth.
What happened Milady? Why so dark...
Flynn starts as light sources seem to appear all around him.
" Who's there? Friend or foe? What have you done to us?"
what did he say about demons?
" What good taking notes, they needs be stopped! There are innocent people at the festival..."
Baraak, Io! oh no, they may be in danger!
" We need to find out where we are and how we can get back!"
He draws his flail as he waits to see better and to hear if they are friendly or not....

Woot. Congratz all! Thanks for the second chance GM!

Smiling and shrugging, Flynn also laughs at the image of himself on a horse again...
" No, I still prefer to walk into battle, Sir."

Turning again to Piousa..
" The festival is ok. I would enjoy it more if I knew that everyone's safety was guaranteed, but this close to the 'wound that cannot be."
" Never have I been in a Crusade, but I have been trained for the task. Also I would do near ANYTHING to protect the people in this City. Especially my son..."
At this last he trails off with a slight frown.

Always sounds so strange to say...

Glancing at Jens then back at Piousa,
"Well, I have to do my rounds , to keep the peace, but no one said I couldn't do that near the tourney fields. I am sure I would enjoy the company!" With a wistful glance at the group heading towards the practice fields. " I would have liked to see the dwarf with two shields fight though. Sounded really interesting..."

"Liath is it?"Flynn asks with a forced smile."We may have met before. I used to belong to the Temple of the Everbright Crusade. Sadly I was......Relieved of my duties. Soon after they went into the Worldwound and haven't returned. Now I work for the main Temple of Iomedae, as a guard. I still hope to join the next Crusade though. Enjoy the festivities."
Ducking his head, hoping his shame would not be relived, Flynn turns back around to discover the crowd growing in the area...

Nonplussed by all the sudden activity around him, Flynn wavers back and forth between the group of warriors and the sudden commotion by the dancer.
Ah. I would love to see how he fights with two shields! But i am on duty and responsible for keeping the peace...
"Please! Good People. As has been said, there are numerous enemies beyond the walls to take out our frustration on. This is a day of celebration! I would suggest that you..."Pointing at Iolana, " And You..." Now pointing at Drakra." May find it more enjoyable to work together and entertain these people, instead of one-upmanship and insults."
Turning at the cry of 'Demons at the Walls', Flynn responds " Mayahp not directly at the walls, But this is Kenabres! Demons are never far away."
Walking over to Selindra, he gives a firm nod of recognition to the old warrior frowning at the gnome.
Hey. its Jens. Wonder if he remembers me, its been a year since I trained with him...
" Hail and well met, Sister. It is good to see a fellow follower of the Inheritor." Blushing yet again, he looks at her with a warm smile." And I must say, that is the best dance I have ever seen in full armor."

Flynn begins his day, getting dressed for the Festival. There are tears in his eyes as he dons the tabard of a Paladin of Iomedae. He lovingly brushes it down over his simple scale mail armor, then belts on his weapons. He has a dark metal flail hanging at his waist, along with three small throwing hammers along the back. A silvery dagger balances the flail on the other side, along with a heavy wooden shield embossed with the sun and sword of his chosen Lady. A longsword hangs down his back, the sheathe strapped under his backpack.

They laugh at me sometimes, for wearing my pack everywhere, along with all of my gear. But when the time comes, and we are miles from safety and our lives may depend on what we carry, I will be accustomed to having the weight burden me. They won't be laughing then. At least I hope I get chosen to go.

His thoughts are interrupted as an old man carrying a little boy wanders into the Temple Smithy...
" You should spend some time with Io, Flynn. I mean YOU are his father after all....." Again Baraak the old caregiver tries to weedle Flynn with the knowledge.
Flynn takes the boy into his arms for a tight hug, before handing him back.
" Baraak I would like nothing better than to take the two of you around and enjoy the festival. Buuut.... Commander Cobelen has me making the rounds, keeping the peace. He even has me wearing the uniform, which some still feel I have disgraced, myself included. I must admit it makes me happy to be wearing it again, tho. Here go buy yourself and the boy some hot meat pies for breakfast and I will see you later." He hands the old man some coins as he starts to walk away.
" And stop spoiling him so much. He needs to be tough to be one of the next generation of knights."

Walking his paces around the Festival, Flynn sees much and little at the same time. His eyes see all that happens, but his mind is turned inward to recent events at the Temple.

Commander Cobelen actually said I should wear my tabard over my armor, something I haven't worn in over a year. The shocked looks on the other knights faces was incredibly gratifying. To be accepted again is a great feeling, even if it is just the one man, he's the Commander.

As he makes his rounds, Flynn notices the group making music and dancing. Blushing furiously as the dance continues he quickly turns away, and almost bumps into a group talking about sparring.
" Hail and well met." He says with a nod to the Warpriests of Iomedae.
Formidable looking warriors. Of the Inheritor no less, though of a different sect than mine...
"Good morning to you , sir." He says with a glance at the armored servant of Pharasma.
" If it's fighting your truly after, I expect to see you in line to join the next Crusade!"
Turning he gives a short bow to Piousa.
" Hello and health to you, Lady of the Stars. Enjoying the festivities?"
Looking at the dwarf he smiles and continues..
" So , if you don't mind me asking, how do you fight with just shields?"

@ Goblin
Voren applied for a different WotR game....
XD

Interested!
Flynn here is a 'shamed' Paladin of Iomedae. From a specific order that has celibacy as one of its rules. To protect a young woman and give her better status , he claimed to be the father if her baby. Exiled from the order, he has returned a year later, looking to atone and join the crusade. Written better and more complete in the backstory spoiler in this alias.
will drop him back to 1 if chosen...

He was in the campaign with Jens that the GM disappeared on.
Heya Jens. Four times. sorry. that sucks. hope you get in this one!

Well. It is good to hear she is ok!
Sad, but it happens. Sometimes RL just takes too much to worry about the online stuff.
I wish her the best.
( tho I am still gonna check in here once in a while to see if somethin happens....)

Still here. And same hope.

Yeah I wish she would also....
Osric and I play occasionally in some PFS games. Alice ran or played in those as well.

Same here