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Goresk’s eyes lingered on Kelva, one brow arched. “‘Screaming meat flees the flames’? What the hell does that even mean?” He sighed and sat up straight, ”Ya know what? Doesn’t matter. I caught the last part there. Normally, I would be all for heading straight to the crusaders but, I’d be lying if I said I liked the idea of giving a wizard extra time to prepare. Plus,” Goresk bit at the skin around his thumb nail, ”if we hit The Hall of Heroes before the Defender’s Heart, we might be able to lure some of the crusaders out. Pick of a few. Make it a little easier getting into the Heart.”

Goresk paused to bite at his index finger for a moment before continuing.

”However we go ‘bout it all, do the mighty Ivory Templars have anything they might be able to loan us?” He puffed out his chest and affected an attempt at a noble accent, ”Aid for the mighty heroes?!”

Sorry, everyone. A sinus infection hit me pretty hard last week. I’m going to work on catching up and getting a post up asap.

Goresk returned tiefling’s look with his own, flat stare as he took a seat. “Given that Lord Deskari,” he crossed his legs at the ankles and stretched, causing several loud pops to come from his lower back, “or at least those who speak for him, appear to have taken an interest in us, who am I to say ‘no’?” Goresk grabbed one arm at the elbow and pulled it across his chest, causing several more pops.

“Just point me at some crusaders, eh?”

Goresk hesitated before heading inside. He gave the others a slight nod and made for the stairs.

Just something to keep us going.

Goresk snatched up his scythe when the voice replied. He shifted his weight and prepared to plant a frustrated kick on the door but caught himself when Jolene spoke up. “I do have something else to say!” Goresk paused. The words eluded him for a moment. “I've new material for the archive.”

Goresk let out a low whistle at the sight of the destruction. “Think the same thing that hit the Kite hit this too?”

He grumbled under his breath but nodded to Avamedes. Goresk marched up to the double doors. He leaned his scythe against the wall by the door. Took a deep breath. Rolled his shoulders.

And pounded on the door with the bottom of one fist.

“Open up, a&**!$+s! We got business with you!”

“You come up with all that on your own?” Goresk asked. “I’ve never been too fond of poems or songs.” He continued without waiting for a response. “Well, there is one song I like. Can never remember all of the words. Goes like this,” he started humming a low, slow tune. “D’you know that one?” He looked to Kelva so she knew he was addressing her.

Goresk glanced at Jolene, annoyance on his face, “Not sure. But Minagho bore the mark of Lord Deskari and she said that the Templars are allies. We’re supposed to ask for...uh..Faxon? Yeah, Faxon. He’s gonna get us in touch with someone named Jeslyn and they’ll have something else for us.”

"I wouldn't really say it's delicious but it sure as shit is fun." Goresk said. His eye flicked down alleyways as they went, "How much further, you think, 'til we get there? We're not going to be able to talk our way past everything we meet."

"Okay...so now you want us to have dead weight to drag around?" Goresk grumbled. "I'd much rather have these overgrown horse flies with us than," he gestured to the huddled people, those things. I know what to expect from demons. People? Not so much."

Goresk held his scythe out to one side, "What's worse, now they've seen us purla- parlay-" he paused to collect his thoughts, "TALKING with demons. We'd be smart to put this lot down now and be on our way."

Goresk leaned over to Ioriana and Kelva, “If he survives, maybe we can enlist those flying creatures. Having a pair of flying pests could be useful.” He took a beat to look up and down the streets, “Especially since he just announced to half the city that we’re playing for teh other team.”

Goresk’s grip tightened around the handle of his scythe at the mention of Iomedae. “‘May she shield you in her light,’” he repeated through gritted teeth. Goresk glanced at the others. If they were willing, now was the time. The crusaders had shown their backs.

He saw little value in throwing away their escape so quickly but, if Goresk was being honest with himself, he was itching for a fight. His muscles longed to burn with the familiar feeling of swinging the scythe. He needed to feel the rush of adrenaline that only a skirmish could provide.

A younger, more naïve Goresk may have felt something for the slain dragon but, after a life time of hating Kenabres, seeing the "protector's" head carried off brought a smile to his face.

"So, we head to the tower then? Avamedes, we'll follow you."

“Gawk later!” Goresk said. He snapped his fingers in front of the others, “We’re not free just yet. Some, promotion chaser might decide we’re more important than all this.” Even as he reprimanded them, Goresk could not keep his eyes off of the action in the city. Especially the battle between the massive demon and the dragon.

He forced himself to look away. “Mighano, the faceless thing that helped us out back there, said we should head to the Tower of Estrod. Something about allies in a marble labyrinth or something.” His brow furrowed as if he was searching for some more information.

”Oh, someone’s definitely getting fired for this.” Goresk muttered as they all started pulling their gear out of the trunk. Either the guards had just left it here for the time being or someone had arranged for their belongings to be here when they got out. He shrugged at the idea and pulled his clothes on over the tunic then started to fasten on his armor. Under normal circumstances, he might have stopped to watch the feral woman strip but, well, not every day affords leisure time.

Goresk listened to the others as he buckled his boots and belt. He could not keep himself from eyeing the symbol of Pazuzu on Avamedes. What were the chances that one of Pazuzu’s followers was locked up here at the same time as Goresk?

”So, Avame-Avoma...Ava, Jolene” he nodded to each of them as he said their names. He swatted, halfheartedly at the bird as it flew by and turned to address feral woman. ”And-” Goresk paused, helmet halfway over his head when the feral woman started to pull...things from her own flesh. Goresk shrugged again, this time allowing himself an extra moment at the new view, and tugged his helmet down all the way.

”I’m Goresk Trulk, son of-” the thunderous crash cuts him off. Goresk steadies himself as the building rocks and he snatches up the cruel looking scythe just as the massive creature moves past. ”Mighnao spoke the truth! Somethingis happening!” He slipped on his pack and started for the door, ”Yes, Jolene, let’s go.”

Just so we have it in writing. Once everyone has made their way over, Goresk will open the trunk.

With everyone out of their cells, ”One last bit of business before we go-GAH!” Goresk’s words turned to mild retching as the feral woman ran past to the guardroom. He coughed a bit and pointed, ”Yeah, just follow her,” he coughed again. ”They’ve got a trunk in there. I think we can find some equipment.” Goresk held the set of keys tight in one hand and held the other out to let the others go by. Somewhat to put space between him and the smell and somewhat to keep an eye on them all.

Goresk glared at the angry, dark-haired woman. ”Mighano and the bells of Armasse might buy us a little bit of time, but ain’t none of us gettin’ outta here by ourselves.” He jammed a key into the lock on Jolene’s cell. ”Hey, tall, dark, and b%~$$y,” he said to Ioriana as he opened Jolene’s cell, ”you wanna let that one out too?” Goresk nodded toward the cell containing Kelva.

He moved over to Avamedes’ cell, ”You know, under other circumstances, I’d leave you to rot in here. Just have it be me and three beautiful women. Well, two and whatever that that thing is,” again, he nodded toward the cell containing Kelva. Goresk leaned close to the bars, ”I don’t particularly like the way you talk. Reminds me of the kinda person I might like to just strangle.” The muscles in Goresk’s neck and shoulders tensed when he said “strangle” then slowly relaxed. ”But you’re in here. Which means you deserve to be strangled...or worse. So...I think I can look past your flaws.” He unlocked the cell and pulled it open.

Perception for possible keys: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Let's just see if they left us any goodies, eh?" Goresk muttered as he crept down the hallway. He had never been the best softpaw around but he was counting on the ringing bells to cover any extra noise he might make.

"'Spose I need to figure out how to get the locks open, eh?" Goresk said. He turned slowly in the room looking hoping to find keys hanging from a hook. "Anyone see where they've got 'em stashed?"

Goresk stood there for a moment, holding the veil and processing the information Minagho just dropped on him. Something big. Goresk liked the sound of that. He turned to face the others in their cells, and, with the veil in one hand and the other over his heart, he called to others, ”I’m ‘bout to bust outta this place. Who’s comin’ with?”

I had to change the avatar. I couldn't stand the previous one.

Despite the large guard’s warnings, Goresk immediately felt his muscles tense in preparation for a fight. ”If I’m headin’ to the gallows,” he thought, ”then I’m takin’ out as many of these bootlickers as I can.” He backed away to allow one of the guards to enter his cell and unlock his shackles.

In the instant before he lunged at the guard in his cell confusion and curiosity overtook his adrenaline. ”Did you say ‘visitor’?" Goresk asked. He relaxed and furrowed his brow. Who could possibly be coming to visit Goresk? Could it be that barmaid? "Nah, pretty sure she got dumped in a gutter after tryin' to pilfer the wrong drunkard's purse,'" he thought.

Still unsure of what was happening, Goresk allowed the guards to drag him from the cell.

”Who wants to drink syrup, Girly?” Goresk asked, and, though his tone implied some level of irritation, he seemed genuine in his curiosity. He rocked his he ”Just give me a good ale, mead, or maybe a Whore’s Breakfast if it’s been a rough one.” He reached up with his other hand and made a halfhearted attempt at getting the hair from his face as if forgetting, or not caring, that he still rested against the bars.

Goresk gave chatty man an incredulous look. Who talks this much? Especially someone in a dingy cell in the Kite? Goresk narrowed his eyes and answered, his words coming slowly at first as if he still had not made up his mind about the man. ”The city watch brought me in. Said I’d interfered with a crime scene. And then...” he trailed off and went silent.

"Ah! Let 'em talk! They may be annoying but, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I probably won’t hafta hear it much longer anyhow," a man in a simple canvas tunic called out. His voice was hoarse from disuse and he had to clear his throat multiple times while speaking. There is a low “thump” as the man rested his head against the cold bars. Greasy hair hung over his eyes. ”They had to have set a date for by now, right? This waitin’ is just cruel.”

The thought of a nice mug of ale or even that ice wine wormed its way into Goresk’s forethoughts. He didn’t even know what - what was it? Ice wine? - was but it sounded delicious. He licked his lips. “I’d kill for a good mug of kellid, right now,” he grumbled. A grin slowly spread across his lips and showed too white teeth under a rough beard, “I’m pretty sure I’ve done that actually. Heh.”

One arm suddenly jutted out from between the bars and waved in no particular direction, “Hey, girly! What's that ice wine taste like?” he asked. “I can imagine sippin’ a mug of kellid, but not that stuff. Shit, I’m even startin’ to have trouble imagin’ the mead.”

Goresk is happy to rip through crusaders.

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1. Yes, I do have discord.

2. With so many bards, maybe a bit of espionage at some point. Infiltrating crusader ranks and whatnot. Possibly going after a wardstone or two?

I hit things.

About me: so, I’m pretty new to the forums. Technically, I had an account years and years ago (circa 20010/11) but I was mostly on here asking questions since my group had recently switched from 3.5 to PF. You may have seen me applying to games that have been popping up, I’ve gone with the “cast a wide net” strategy. I’ve spent most of my time as a dm/gm and since my irl group disbanded a while back, I’ve been itching to get some play in and get a chance to be a player.

Given that we’re a party of 4 CE characters and 1 NE, one might think that we would all be at odds, but I don’t see that any of our goals interfere with the others.

Avamedes wants wealth a lavish lifestyle. What better way to get that than with the aid of some like-minded allies? Plus, Pazuzu and Deskari are friendly enough and if it’s good enough for them, why can’t it be for their followers?

Jolene, Iomedae’s followers are among the most abhorrent beings. Helping to bring their downfall would bring a smile to Goresk’s face. Our goals align well.

Kevla, a proud Kellid woman! I’m stealing “Blood Mastadons”. What better inspiration is there than Lmashtu? A demon lord who slew a god and took his deific status. Surely, Kevla will inspire us with similar feats.

Lalali-Re ould like to see the return of the Azlanti. I’m sure we can easily find a suitable location for the resurgence somewhere in the Worldwound.

As for me, well, Goresk just wants to see the crusaders ended and become Deskari’s harbinger.

Oh wow! There was some super tough competition in this one!

I'll take a little bit later to look over everyone's to get a vibe and I'll get the profile set up for Goresk too.