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As you descend you notice nothing out of the ordinary, but something strikes you as odd when you round the first flight of stairs down and start heading down the second flight, the passage is completely lit by some type of supernatural light, as you see no torches.
Grey moves along with the others. His hands tucked into his robes as he solemnly walks in file. Though, when standing form the table, he does stretch and rub comfortingly at his belly after such a fine meal.
Grey gives a sigh softly, even as he adjusts his posture upon the saddle. The priest possibly happy at the thought of a soft bed upon which to lie down after the days long ride.
"A vast improvement over simply lighting it with a match..." Grey mutters quietly to himself as he listens to Sungalu's explanation.
Grey does say thanks for receiving the proffered healing potion, slipping said vial beneath their robes. At Kyras' questioning of Frizzen Grey listens intently to he Halfling's explanation.
While the others chat around the campfire, Grey quietly goes about his personal ministrations to his faith. DM: As in grey is reloading and cleaning her gun! (^_~)
Grey puts their noise maker away beneath their robes. At Heshlem's comment he says, "I can ask for Razmir's guidance in healing some of the wounds." And, so saying, Grey walks over kneels beside the wounded man and invokes the power of his faith. "I call upon the fortune of Razmir! I seek the mighty Razmir's favor! Feel the power that is Razmir come itno your body and take away your pain!" Grey calls out loudly as he beseeches his god to give a boon to the wounded man.
And as only a small effect manifest Grey sags, "I..am sorry, but using too many of Razmir's gifts has taken its toll upon me..." Grey says softly, standing shakily and moves to a place where he might sit and recover.
"By Razmir's POWER!" Grey cries and uses his 'Thunder' stick once again.
Seeing the Goblin get up and take a swing, Grey sighs as he pulls the item from beneath his robes. "Razmir's" He declares as he points said object at said Goblin.
As the metal item makes a thunderous noise, a puff of smoke and a puff of dirt besides the Goblin.
Grey watches the Goblin pretty much fall on its face in front of him and sighs, "Do you want a hand getting up? Then we can sort of start again, properly like. That way, no one will notice." Grey offers a hand, while getting his weapon out.
Pulling a smallish, grey metal object from beneath his robes Grey calls out, And he brings said item to bear upon the nearest threatening Goblin. Dm Erefine: Yes, Grey is pulling out her pistol. =)
Grey nods acknowledging Heshlem's actions and moves towards the fellow on the ground seeking to aid him. When the Goblins burst forth from the underbrush Grey reacts,
Slowly, fumbling with something beneath his robes.
Grey stays near Zanfoodle then as the group moves towards the fire light.
"They are at camp. Why not ride up and announce ourselves?" Grey puts forwards. "Though, having some one hanging back and 'covering' us would also seem to be a sound idea. " Grey raises a gloved hand, "Put not all of one's eggs in one basket, lest it be dropped." He seems to quote. "I''m happy to ride up to said strangers and say hello." Grey offers.
"I feel confident with the powers of my faith, I shall step down from the offing of the medallion." Greys cowled head bows as he even takes a slight step back from the item being discussed. He looks to Zanfoodle, "Could not the mystic power of said item aid in your arcane?" He asks.
"I hope the box holds some answers about things, though given the nature of small, mysterious boxes I fear there will be naught but more questions." Grey comments philosophically.
Gey turns to the Gnome, "Neither do I." He explains, then looks around at every one else,
"But if you look at Kyras. He seems to be sitting well upon his mount." Grey shrugs, "Just keep your feet in the metal hoops and let your horse follow along with Kyras. It's been working for me so far." Grey tries to put a reassuring lift into their voice for Zanfoodle.
Grey rides along remaining quiet. "When next we stop, should we examine the box and its contents...?" He asks.
Grey's mask turns to Muugru, "Being alive is always more important than money." He says simply even as Grey tries to keep up with the Gnome and getting out the rear door.
Completely at a loss as to what exactly is going on, Grey offers their opinion, "Discretion is the better part of valor?"
Grey nods at Zanfoodle's words. "Though, in truth, every person is unique' to the world." He says philosophically, then with a glance to Muugru, "Some, however, reach their own level of 'Uniqueness..." And there is a hint of amusement in the robed man's voice.
Then he turns his attention to looking over those gathered for the ball.
Grey bows politely after Heshlem's introduction. "It is always good to meet a fellow follower of faith, even those of different paths." He says, offering a gloved hand. "My faith is with the power of Razmir and I am known as 'Grey'. I am but a simple acolyte, though I hope my travels through the world shall teach me more, both of it and the mysteries of my faith as my deity's teachings unfold through out my journeys."
Grey both chuckles and sighs at the Gnomes 'enthusiasm' for displays of Mage craft. "The arcane arts can only go so far." He slightly admonishes the Gnome, "The world and Nature...they are larger still." With that Grey nods and accepts the facilities for bathing, making sure they are ensconced in privacy as well ass using the time to have their robes and clothes both cleaned as well as mended.
Grey reads the simple note, before moving a little closer to Frizzen, "I must say, that is an fascinating instrument for making noise." Grey points at the long metal tube in Frizzen's hands, "How does one go about working such a thing? What is it called?" He asks, trying to start up a conversation with the rather 'loud' Halfling. "You don't think, perhaps, your noise offended this 'Pandin' by chance, do you?"
Curious-er and curios-er..." Grey mutters softly from behind their mask, as their attention returns to the common room before themselves.
Grey does not jump nor flinch at Frizzen's thunderous weapon display,
But continues to watch the crowd for their response...As well as maybe stopping Zanfoodle from throwing Frizzen's mug and hence continuing the fight... "Um...you may also want to pay for the hole...?" Grey says quietly, then actually does look up and tries to figure out exactly which room above would be on the receiving end of Frizzen's discharge.
As the loud voice of the Merchant's disagreement escalates into a more 'physical' mode, Grey deftly moves any thing upon his table out of the way and adjusts their robes while a soft melodious drone emanates from his figure as Grey gestures at said ruckus inducing Merchant.
Noticing the figure bundled up with packs and bags trundle into town and head into tavern, Grey nods to any around him and follows.
Grey takes note of the two half-Orcs though the roved figure does nothing at the moment to approach them.
He offers to chat quietly to any that approach his masked presence.
DM Erefine:
A question, if I may? How do you wish me to handle the character's disguise skill/use? Since the character will at most times in the robes be trying to appear 'genderless'. Or which ever gender will gain the most circumstantial benefit. (^_~) Disguise:, For now. *Bows* Having settled their larger equipment within the Tavern/Inn, the roved, cowled and masked figure who has been introducing themselves simply as 'Grey' wanders the town and watches the festivities.
The robed, cowled and masked figure stalks quietly through the town streets. Nodding to any of wealth who take its notice, aloofly passing by others of 'lesser' station as they make their way to the town's notice board.
I apologize for not having a character sheet done. Hopefully things will calm down for me over the next week and I shall have one ready. Assuming the number of players is not yet set. *Bows*
Hello to all. *Bows* Assuming I am also included, the character's classes shall be Bard/Fighter though I shall be using a LOT of disguise skills etc to appear as a Cleric or other as the case may be. *Bows*
For DM Erefine:Character Background:
The 'Church' of Razmir preaches that theirs is the only one, true living god. Razmiran is a realm devoted to its ruler Razmir, who claims he is a living God as he asserts that he achieved this divinity by passing the "Test of the Starstone" and now who claims Razmiran as his own.
Details of original Golarion Razmiran Faith: Of all the high priests and priestesses, most know the truth. That while Razmir and the organization surrounding and supporting him are powerful, Razmir is no god. The whole edifice being run as a very elaborate and magic supported 'Confidence' trick. Once such priestess was a dissolute Half-Elf woman who's skill as a bard saw her rise quickly in the outer cloisters. Using her power and influence she gathered others who were, while not clergy of actual faith, did believe in helping those around them. She also found the anonymity afforded by the church trappings as a way of conducting all sorts of other business. It was as the multitude of recruits and 'penitents' filed through her temples doors that Elisedral noted the amount of Half-Elves that were also drawn towards the church. Those of mixed breeds seeking to find a 'path' in life. One such other half-Elf and herself joined and the resulting child grew up enfolded with her mothers church demises. *Name* Has learnt much growing up in the church of Razmir. 'Belief' is almost as powerful as 'Faith'. 'Dis-information' as useful a tool as honesty. With the anonymity afforded by the church as a base 'Grey' stalks the land, a faceless figure acting as the cover for a vigilante who seeks to ease things towards the path of goodness, one small event at a time. So, kind of a Paizo-an 'Bat-Fem'... Starting Trait(1): Heirloom Weapon; Revolver (Advanced Alkenstar weapon)
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