Are we stuck? It's not like I have a ton of other plans, but I would like to know if things aren't going to work out.
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"Goblins!"
Well I keep a couple of CLW potions to bring me back to conscious, then I can use the wand. I'll just try not to die.
Can't you make a UMD check to try to use it? Sounds like I might be the only one who can use it, then. IIRC, Damien doesn't have a spell list.
Who has the ability to use a CLW wand? Just want to make sure I don't do something stupid and take away the one person who can use the wand.
Graven calls out to his companions, "Circle up, can't see far. Utor, see to your family, let us take the brunt of their attack. Hern, you think we should try to get to Satara?" He hangs his bow over his sholder and pulls out his greatsword.
Like I said, if we can play this campaign I am in. I really like the story that set this thing up and I really like how my character fits in it.
I am wondering if we are moving forward or if there are hearts that are just not into it. No judgement, sometimes the world just conspires to set our goals differently as the earth spins. I would love to continue this campaign, but in the end, I'd just like to know, so if I need to focus my energy elsewhere. Disappointing as it will be to fold this group, if we are going to continue to circle this same spot week after week, I think it's best we move on. I am not quitting, just wondering what the plan is.
We seem to be ready.
Redid my gear and picked up a cure light wounds wand. We should be good to go now.
Works for me. As I said, I hadn't really looked at all the cure spells available to the inquisitor. Even a wand of Lesser Restore and others might be beneficial over some scrolls. I currently don't have a wand, should have bought one instead of some equipment, so we'll need to think about that when we have a chance. Not only are we magic light but we are pretty melee oriented. Not that we don't all have ranged weapons/spells but we are setup pretty melee intensive. Not a bad thing.
Well this group is pretty strong, I don't think we need much healing (the wand for the most part will help) but we might miss the ability to remove/cure conditions and restoration--I'll be honest, I haven't looked at what the inquisitor can cast with regards to restoration. The inquisitor has healing spells on the list, so the wands could help us. My thought wasn't that we needed to restructure completely. I just thought if we have 4 dedicated folks, that makes a group, I could move over to a martial type cleric with some adjustments and still maintain my character idea for the most part. Of course, my idea doesn't preclude anyone from switching, assuming the GM is okay with it.
I could adjust my class or my setup some. Or the basic, I can use a CLW wand. I am more interested in the game and I have an idea for a cleric that would be almost inquisitor-like, so it wouldn't be much of a change. I'd need a day or two to create the backstory (although I suppose the backstory would work for the cleric too). If that helps you GM
Which is sad, this was one of the games I really wanted to play. I was kinda hoping we'd keep this floating until summer got over and then maybe things would move forward.
Graven grabs his bow and begins spending more time scanning the area around the wagon and his companions.
"Well met, Leon. I am Graven Chandler, blade of Pharasma."
Did you write down your dreams, might make for a cool campaign!
Wow. let us know how it was.
We've seen one of the new folks, is the other coming?
It was down most of the afternoon and evening for me.
I am going to just act like the others have disappeared, perhaps they were kidnapped, who knows, but they are not i their rooms, stuff still there, etc. That way we can invite the new players into the group. Sound good?
Graven follows Hern up to the wagon, the tall somber man nodding to those assembled at the wagon. Graven has weapons sticking out here and there, including 2 Greatswords. He holds his longbow in his hand with his cloak covering his body, head and the pack on his back. As Hern speaks, Graven looks to the sky. "Cold and raining. Excellent weather. The wagon is going to have a tough time of it, I'd wager. Be prepared to help it out folks."
How's recruitment going?
As the guys head back to their table, Graven looks at Hern. He begins to speak softly. "Hern, we should probably talk before we come to a point where we might not get a chance. There seemed to be a bit of trepidation on your part to leave the homesteader in the dark. I am not saying you're right...or wrong. But you and I see things the same, mostly. I sense more good in you, than I probably have. But we seem to both value order, some sort of order anyway. I serve Pharasma and her whim. My mission here is to bring to reap the souls of those who have harmed the children. I will show no quarter to them and most likely won't be given any. Where you might hesitate, I will not. I am not judging, it is just what I sense. The good in you...that I don't, maybe can't have. Perhaps I wish I had it. I feel you may temper me. Perhaps I can be of service to you. And to Godrun here. He faces Godrun, "Godrun, I have no family. I understand yours might not be as close as you might like. And Damien, do not fear my judgement either. I am not holier than anyone Paladin. He smirks and pauses for a moment, his eyes getting a far away look. He shakes his head. "No, I am no paladin. Perhaps this helps you all know me better...or perhaps I just rambled. I do that sometimes. Graven smiles and takes a drink of his ale.
Graven spins when he hears Sartara speak, a little perturbed at himself that he let someone that close behind him. "Two gold a day. We'll count today and tomorrow we are escorting this man and his family to a place where he'd like to homestead. Here's 6 gold, that will pay today, tomorrow and the next, we aren't for sure how long we might need you. And that's two gold per day flat rate, correct?" Graven gives Sartara a smile as he pulls 6 gold out of his pocket and extends his hand toward her.
Graven clears his throat, "No, we aren't expecting anything from you at all. We are goblin-hunters, yes. We are looking to get the lay of the land and such. We saw your notice, the sheriff mentioned something about you, so we figured we'd offer our services."
"Hern you seem to have a way with people, perhaps you should be the voice of the party, so to speak. I have my moments but usually it's got to do with getting the truth out of someone, these folks probably need...a...lighter touch, don't you think?"
Are we going to keep this going, wait out the summer and try to recruit or call it dead? I'd really like to continue, this was one of the groups I was hoping to get in, really like the idea of the campaign and really like my character idea. Hate to see both die.
Saw this in recruitment... http://paizo.com/threads/rzs2pxr1?Two-players-looking-for-game Maybe 2 right there?
I for one really want to go through this campaign.
What do you want to do?
Graven nods at Gordrun and Hern. "Works for me, I am not expecting the first lead to fall in our lap."
Was there anything more that the Sheriff was going to tell Hern and Graven?
I am in. Let's find us some bad guys!
Doing well
No worries, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't being lax. It's summer, things are happening, it seems all my campaigns are dead or very slow.
Just posting to make sure you aren't waiting on me. I think Hern and Graven are waiting on a response from the Sheriff.
Howdy.
"I believe Hern is correct, our purpose here is to bring law to the lawless, so to speak. I don't think we are ready to dismiss any opportunities to help out, whether that be goblin or otherwise. Really, we are here to help. I suspect you have your hands full with people behaving poorly, I assure you, none of our group...should be found acting out. Though, we are a bit..." Graven looks at Hern, "eclectic in our membership.
Ah, we did kinda make it harder for you splitting up like we did. By the way, I headed off with Hern to the sheriff, so that might be only 5.
Graven watches everyone split up and decides to see what the sheriff has to say so he follows Hern.
Graven feels the boat begin to slow into port and begins repacking his equipment. removing the tabard detailed with the sigil of Pharasma, he folds it up neatly and stows it in his backpack. Settling both of his greatswords into plac and slipping his longbow into place, Graven stretches as he follows the others out on to the deck. Nodding at both Gordrun and Hern, he watches as the longboat is lowered. Climbing over, he turns to assist any who might need help with gear or the trip down the side into the boat. As everyone arrives and the longboat casts off, Graven listens to both Gordrun and Hern speak. I believe I'll visit one of the taverns, unless you think I'd be better off visiting the local officials? Perhaps those that minister in the church might have some information? I could go there too.
Graven tentatively asks, "So it functions as an arm?
"We will find the root and kill it, this much I swear!" Graven nods in agreement to Damien. He turns his head to Gordrun, "I'll stand beside you, normal or not. Of course one might define normal to me. I've only known the church and the right against evil, most of my life. Graven sighs.
Looks like I need to setup equipment for Graven, I'll get that done when I get home from work.
"Been my experience, when an old man tells you to go in quiet, you go in quiet. Much as it pains me to not walk in, kick in doors and root the evil out." Graven looks up from where he's been checking the straightness of his arrows. Graven is 6'1" and almost 200 lbs, he is a big man. He slides his last arrow into its quiver and looks up at the Tiefling. Graven grins at Damien to show that his harsh response wasn't meant as a rebuke. His grey eyes twinkle with amusement at the Tiefling's lockpicking exercises. Glancing over at Hern, he nods at his words.
I am here. sorry, I've had a lot going on this week, including this morning getting rear ended on the way to work. Goofy part is, I checked that recruitment thread hourly almost every day, except Monday and yesterday. To answer the question, the two Chandlers are not related, just a funny coincidence it seems.
Graven looks at the old man, nibbling on his bottom lip as he thinks for a moment. I've been raised by the church of Pharasma since before I can remember. How I cam to the church is up for debate. There's the story the clerics tell me..then, there's the story I think is true. Graven pauses for a while, you see his eyes get that faraway look people get when they are remembering something from long ago. The official story is that my parents died of some illness that swept through the small village I was born in. They say my parents loved me very much. I don't doubt that.What I doubt is how my parents died. My vague memories are of screaming and horrible screeching noises. And fire. And evil. He leans forward matching the old man's stare. I feel evil. I sense it with some innate ability, always have. The church must've seen it early, because my training as an inquisitor was begun much earlier than other inquisitors. You see me, young in age, but I've been here and there, squashing evil, undead mostly, for several years. I've honed my skills, but I still have much to learn. There is some greater evil out there. I can sense it, always just out of reach. It's time I extend my reach. He pauses again. It is time to stop fighting the symptoms of this evil and deal with the root of this evil, or die trying. You're right old man, I'll fight this fight with my last breath. Maybe Pharasma will grant me a long life, maybe not. But until then, you tell me where to go, give me some benefits of your wisdom and I'll bring my strength to bear. You've got my word. Perhaps in our journey we can find out what happened to my parents, I know it weren't no plague.
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