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Haedrik stares at the murdered guard; he watches the blood slowly pool from his eye, and he shakes his head.

He walks over to the window, leans his forehead against it gently and stares outside, ostensibly keeping a watch.

Back again . . . stupid life

Haedrik remains near the prisoners, keeping an eye on them while the rest of the group searches about the place. He is trying to sense if the name Vimanda means anything else to him.

Knowledge Local Check 3+d20 = 20 {roll #23}

"I'm fine."

Haedrik lowers his blade towards the fallen guard. "Can't say the same for our boy here though."

Full defense bonus from combat expertise and I will attack if he moves.

Haedrik shouts back at Taras, "So how did talking work out?" He laughs and lunges back at his foe.

HP: 12 (out of 16)
AC:19 (dodge, combat expertise)

Attack Roll = 1d20+6 (+1 for V's spell) = 17 (roll # 4385; I forgot to figure V's spell into the roll, so have added it on)
Damage Roll = 1d6+2 = 6 (roll #4386)

Haedrik ignores the scratches from his grand entrance, tips his head in quick introduction and drives the tip of his rapier towards the nearest enemy.

Using Combat Expertise to offset the Diviner's Touch. So AC is now 19; I will also assign my dodge against the enemy not affected by Color Spray, making my AC 20 against them.

Attack Roll = 1d20+6 = 23
Damage Roll = 1d6+2 = 7

As soon as Haedrik hears the shouts he pulls out his rapier and races forward. Seeing the door blocked, he crosses his arms in front of him and hurtles himself through the window of the buildings front.

This is a double move action. Haedrik should end his turn 1 square north of the rightmost enemy, if he successfully jumps through. Applicable rolls:

Initiative = 11 (DMtools #4366)
Acrobatics = 8 (4367)
Reflex = 19 (4368)

Haedrik will actually be about 20-25 feet away, likely leaning against a building finishing his cigar

Haedrik shakes his head. "Both of you are right. Let's combine the plans a bit, eh? V should do the talking, but he should not be alone up there. At the very least Taemin should be with him, and the rest of us should be in a position to help if needed."

Haedrik pats his rapier. "I'd like to get a little swordplay in, I am not going to lie," Haedrik gives a shrug, "but with recent info coming to light, I can't say I am eager to run these guys through."

Haedrik agrees and the two make their way as unobtrusively as possible throughout the block.

"Rebellion is not the answer? What if the rule is unjust, cruel, or violent? Why is giving food to the needy a sign of rebellion?"

Haedrik pats Taemin on the back of the shoulder. "I am not arguing with you, just thinking out loud. But these are interesting questions nonetheless. Clearly such talk is a sign I've gone sober too many days."

"Thanks for help fellas, toast one to the king tonight will ya?"

Haedrik walks off nodding for Taemin to follow.

When they are out of earshot. "So not too many men, but damned if they aren't heroes to these people. Do you want to get closer or head back?"

Haedrik nods thoughtfully. He turns his head to Taemin a bit. "Tae, I know your sister is in a rough spot, she could probably use a bit of these gents' generosity." Haedrik turns back to the drunk. "'Bout what time do they do the handouts and the like?"

Haedrik leans in close too Taemin and whispers. "Keep your eyes peeled on that building."

Haedrik turns to the drunk. "And by Iomedae's bright sword that's the just thing isn't it? Forget that harlot in the crown, take care of the people."

Haedrik pulls out his last cigar from the case and lights it. "Too bad its just a handful of them heroes over there." He nods towards the building. "Too bad there isn't a dozen men more like that besides those, what, four, six?"

Haedrik lets the question hang in the air with a big plume of smoke rolling out his grin.

If any charisma check need be made (diplomacy, bluff, or streetwise) 1d20+1=16 (dmtools #4103)

Ross: Obviously, we are being discreet. If there is a bar or some other local, open spot, we will be walking down the street 'talking'. If not, or if it is too late, we will be approaching stealthily. I imagine we are looking for any activity from the area. Of course, Taemin, if you have another idea feel free.

Haedrik nods to Verronax. "If we get in trouble, I will whistle twice, hard and fast. Keep your ears peaked." He glances at Taemin. "Shall we?"

STEALTH CHECK = 1D20 + 6 (10) 4095 on Dmtools

Haedrik gives Vencarlo a nod.

Then to his party, "Yes, let's go."

"So much for my night of drinking and cards. But Taemin has a point, a little recon may make the job easier."

Haedrik nods. "Perhaps a night's sleep would be worth it. If I know anything about guards it is they will probably be hungover if we arrive in the morning." Haedrik keeps his voice straight, though his eyes betray his humor.

Haedrik eyes Vencarlo's rapier for a long second. "I'd love to pick up some tips someday." He pats his own, much less ornate, rapier.

"Until then I am all for practicing my own swordplay. I agree with V. I'd rather flex my swordarm than deal with something delicate." Haedrik smiles at Cressida. "Though there is something to be said for dealing with delicate matters."

Haedrik laughs and puts a light hand to Verronax's shoulder. "V is to humble. Rest assured my lady, that all of us, yes even the unassuming Taras are all quite adept in matters both physical and delicate. Some of us are skilled with magics, others with our blades." Haedrik lets the last word drop low so that all subtlety of the double meaning are lost.

Haedrik dips low. "If one only knew the beauty of this army's commanders, every last man would be swinging a sword in Korvosa's defense." Haedrik stands up from his bow and turns to his friends. "First Sabina and then her." Haedrik catches himself before rambling, "Sorry, miss, the name's Haedrik."

Taras lightly lays a hand on Verronax's vambrace. "Perhaps we oughtn't be so ungrateful of her Majesty's generosity?" he asks pointedly, pitching his voice low as they walk.

Haedrik offers a low chuckle. "Agreed." He turns to his comrades. "She obviously sees something she likes, the question is how to keep that affection growing."

I believe Haedrik is done. Rolled a 2 on my HP, took Mobility, got the bravery class power.

Haedrik lets out a long, low whistle of appreciation. It is hard to tell if the whistle is directed at Sabina or the gold bars or both.

I will level up Haedrik tomorrow.

Sabina watches her depart with something of a proud look on her face. "Follow me." she says as she begins to lead teh way back out of the castle. "Do you require an escort to the Citadel?"

Finding his voice once more, Haedrik winks as he speaks. "Only if it is you, my dear. Only if it is you."

The Queen smiles as she examines the brooch.

“This brooch was stolen from me some time ago—I had not expected to see it again, truth be told. And yet, here on my darkest day, you come before me with kindness. The return of this brooch is much more than an honorable deed. It is inspiration. It is hope.
“I love Korvosa, as my husband did before me. His death has shocked the city as it has me, but I will not see his legacy destroyed in death, and I shall not see my city torn apart. All Korvosa stands at the precipice of a disaster wrought by her citizens—these riots cannot continue. You have already done my heart a great service in returning this bauble to me on this dark day, and you shall be rewarded. Yet, perhaps you can serve your city more.
“If you so choose, I shall have Sabina see to it that you have an escort of guards when you leave here—they can see to your safe journey to Citadel Volshyenek. I shall send word ahead of you to Field Marshal Cressida Kroft to let her know you are on the way—the Korvosan Guard is stretched thin, and it can certainly use the aid of heroes such as yourself. Now, I need to retire to my personal quarters—my grief has drained me. Again, I thank you for the kindness you have shown me, and I hope your days of serving the crown are only just beginning.”

Haedrik had found his tongue unable to move for the longest time. Not entirely because of the stunning beauty of the queen, though that could silence many a man, but because for the first time in his life, Haedrik realized the importance of events surrounding him. He realized the only place he had ever known to be a home was, in some small way, depending on him.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward. "We hope the same, your Majesty. To serve the crown, to serve Korvosa."

Sorry guys, a bit busy, but back now

You return to the temple, with a brief stop at the boneyards. The city is slowly returning to normal. In the morning, you proceed to Castle Korvosa, presenting yourselves at the Great Ramp, where petitioners to the throne are normally received. The guards barring the ramp ask, "What is your business here?"

A few witty jokes jump to Haedrik's mind, but he bites his tongue and lets his more respectful fellows answer.

Have we lost Karista?

Haedrik watches the exchange from the corner of the room. "We should go now, yes?"

Haedrik does his best to keep calm, but allows the apparition to speak.

"What do you have there, Haedrik?"

Haedrik hands the note out to him. "Zellara's true motive."

Haedrik turns his head in disgust. "By all the imps in the city!" Haedrik will quickly snatch the note and unfold it, all while stepping back from the box.

Haedrik will kneel before the box and examine it. Barring any lock, he will open it.

Haedrik nods at the wooden box as he follows Verronax around. "V, when you mentioned 'in-between death and life' are you saying that she may have been a phantom?" Haedrik tries to hide his discomfort behind incredulous and raised eyebrows.

Haedrik stands his hand inching towards his rapier, more from nerves than fear, and likely more from another outburst of street violence than any concerns of illusions, dead fortune tellers, or the like.

"Good idea Haedrik - whoever impersonated her seemed to have her interests at heart," Taemin pauses, "Though the seeming may be misleading considering the danger we were put through."

"True enough, but I still think we should check it out. We can swing buy tonight, see what's what -- then in we can discuss how we want to handle our meeting with the queen. We can visit the her first thing in the morning."

Haedrik listens intently to Taras and Taemin banter. Before the group disperses, he speaks out. "Perhaps, we should go back to the Zellara's house this evening. We ran into her, or something resembling her, there once before. Maybe it would be worth are while to try and contact her. The cards are hers after all."

"The Queen, eh? I best shave."

Haedrik winks at Karista. "Perhaps, we will have to bunk together." He takes a hurried backstep away from her and nods.

As the night winds down, Haedrik will sit near the entrance of the church and smoke a cigar. When he is finished he will retire for the evening.

Haedrik offers Jaz a shrug. "You know if I stayed here, I'd just be bouncing off the walls and annoying the hell out of you, Jaz."

The lanky warrior stands and cracks his knuckles. "Just lock the door and be safe, friend. We'll be back, or I'll be back, as soon as I can."

"Yes, I'd like to keep the cigar case actually." Haedrik will pull it out. "Lest there is another smoker amongst us?"

Haedrik reaches out to grip the dagger. "Also, we should keep this blade. Don't you think?"

"Whatever we do though, we must do quick. As much as I am enjoying are sudden windfall, I worry about how we will spend our money while the city burns."

Haedrik lets loose a low whistle as V tears through the probable costs of the items. "Well, friends, we seem to be sitting nicely. To bad with the city burning down around us, I doubt we can spend it on much."

Haedrik slips the cigars into his vest pocket. He does not try to hide the fact. He then reaches over and spills the coins out on the table.

"Let's divvy this stuff up."

Haedrik offers a quick raise of his goblet to Jaz. "My friend you are too good to us. Well, me at least."

After a long cool draught, Haedrik uses the keys to open the footlocker.

"I seem to have forgotten myself amidst all the turmoil." He motions at the slightly plump gnome. "Everyone this is Jazbarl. Jazbarl this is," he motions at each companion individually, "Verronax, a priest of Abdar, Taras, and Taemin." He then bows low to Karista, "And this beauty is Karista. If you ever need a bouncer, she's your man, Jaz."

Haedrik then walks forward and clasps a hand on Verronax's shoulder. "Stay here for the moment, friend. I'd feel a bit better knowing I had another level head at hand."

"Now we can see what horrors or rewards are due to us."

He glances down a moment, then looks up with a smile on his lips. "Come.. friends.. we have kept to the dance, averted loss, and tasted the bitter fruit of our revenge. Let us now unlock our new destinies."

Haedrik will throw the pouches of money on the table.

He then looks towards Jaz. "Jaz, are you ok? And what exactly is happening out there?"

Haedrik finally tears his eyes away from the growing chaos that spreads through the streets.

"Jaz, normally I would have a witty joke here about how you are never closed when their is coin in the air, but now is not the time for jokes." Haedrik looks back at the mobs and at his new quartet of friends. "Please let me in, Jaz."

Haedrik, something I should have already asked, but where in Korvosa is Jazbarl's tavern?

I do not have any PF books on me currently. So the what works best for you works best for me.

"I hope it is not altogether too rowdy..."

"I do, friend." Haedrik pats the elf on the back as they leave the orphanange. "Rowdy is good for business."

It takes Haedrik a long moment to tear his eyes from the orange glow that burns the city, his city, around him. His ears perk up a bit, however, at Verronax's mention of the pub.

"Yes. Let's go. We can figure out what is happening there; my friend usually has a solid ear to the ground."

Haedrik motions for the group to follow him and as he spots pockets of rioters he makes sure to hold tight the bags of money he found.

Ross, when we get to the inn, I'll count the money, but if you want to give us the numbers whenever we can divvy it.

"If we are done here let us scoop up, oh, what's his name? The fancy-talking gent who didn't seem to have a head for combat? Taras! Let's grab him and bolt to my friend's tavern, we can divvy up the loot and go our seperate ways, eh?"

Haedrik turns back to the party. "I am going to give a quick run through of this room. After that let's swing by Jazbarl's; its a small tavern where we can get some free food and drink and discuss what the hell happened? In particular, how did some dead woman hire us?"

Haedrik will check out the desks and cabinet.