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The tiefling stares at the bones for a few seconds, pondering the situation - "We need to investigate this further" - he comments to his companions - "Let us proceed through" - he adds, joining both Thaddeus and Mors.
'Perhaps he or she has fallen prey to whatever machinations attempted to carry out?' - Helgoron pipes in, then conjuring a few short words, his eyes glowing with divine power.
Moving closer to the corpse, he adds - 'There is magic in these items - this amulet and the arrows within the quiver. I cannot fathom their nature however'
"As it should be" - Helgoron nods as the creature is obliterated - "Well done my friends" The tiefling then pokes about the remains of the creatures they have just defeated with the tip of his weapon, looking for clues of their former life, or that can provide them aind in their quest - "Strange that these wretches remain here - mindless abominations such as undead usually attack on sight, whomever it is that crosses their path" - he ponders - "Is it not?" If he finds nothing relevant he moves ahead to check the one that did not move - "I am moving further" - he adds.
Hello people, Wanted to let you know I am going on a few days vacations with my family this Sunday, and will only be back on next Friday. I am supposed to have wifi coverage, and will most likely be able to check the boards, but my posting will surely be spotty, if any. Feel free to bot me as needed to keep the game moving ;)
"Undead..." - Helgoron growls, invoking a defensive divine spell to protect him from the assaults by forces of evil, and moving forward to take up a defensive position, bardiche poised defensively ahead of him.
"Stand fast friends, form a defensive line, and let them pour through the bottleneck" - he urges his companions.
Helgoron is actually stil curiously looking at the half submerged gillman, to whom he nods with a smile - "You can trust us friend" - the looks at the wand when Thaddeus references it - "I was only absent mindedly holding it" - he comments - "I cannot fathom its purpose" - extending it to the group, while following the others.
Helgoron cracks a wide smile - "You seem straighforward and honest in your words gilled man, hence you will have mine and the Inheritor's assistance" - he motions closer to the gillman, extending his hand - "I will offer trust to your words, and punishment if there are lies within" - he then nods sternly.
I am very sorry to hear about your father-in-law Falvreab. I hope your loved ones are able to cope as best as possible given the circumstances. All the best to you. GM Robert Brookes, since we are probably still in the early stages of the scenario, I believe the best option is to proceed with the current remaining members of the group, producing no Chronicle Sheet for Falvreab in the end.
"Well met friend" - Helgoron steps forward without hesitation, after nodding in acknowledgement of Rahk's suggestion - "I am Helgoron, and together with my companions we hail from the city of Absolom" - his words are firm but not aggressive - "We apologize if trespassing on your home, and if it is so, I assure you it is by mere accident, as we investigate this cave complex in the name of the Pathfinder Society"
Just the mention of Aroden is enough to catch Helgoron's attention - "The Protector..." - he whispers to himself, fiddling with Iomedae's symbol around his neck - "It is an amazing privilege to be here" - he smiles all the while listening attentively to Thaddeus' words - "The Herald's favor is definitely upon us" Once his companion is finished he adds - "Why would these carvings be here? Are we perhaps looking at a fallen temple or religious structure of some kind?"
Helgoron stares in amazement at the wondrous cave - "Not all dark places are made solely of darkness" - he speaks as much to himself as to his companion, actually approaching the reliefs and touching them with his hands - "They seem to depict mundane tasks - craftsmen and women, workers" - he ponders aloud - "How long must these have been here?" - he lets the thought hang - "Maybe centuries ago, this was not a cave at all, or someone lived here, leading their daily tasks - and today it is a mistery we attempt to unravel" - the usually pragmatic and straightforward tiefling states with a smile, as he studies the images for a few moments, just to move further along and keeping a watch over the next passageway.
From wherever he is while the question of the cloak comes up , Mors grunts. "Either way. Helgoron?" "You keep it my friend" - the tiefling nods - "My fiendish inheritage affords me some protection, and I am sure you will put it to good use"
"Just to avoid the need for you to scrape me from the bottom of the pit" - Helgoron retorts with a fanged smile.
At the sound of something BIG crashing through the woods, the tiefling set himself ready to receive and fight anything that could be coming at them - he was not expecting the monstrosity that made its appearance, he did not know if they stood a chance against it, but still he gripped his weapon so tight, the very knuckles on both hands went white, ready to charge and strike. But then... Janira told them to run and make an escape while she charged in alone... He froze. They could not leave her to face that creature alone, could they? Maybe they could, but he couldn't. He would stay there, and fight beside her, like before... But this time he would protect her. She would live!
"No!" - he roared, shaking away the images of Talian whittling away in a dark cave - "No!"
But somehow he realized, amidst the fog of his own doubts, that she was protecting them, offering an opportunity to live and fight another day, with much more clairvoyance then he himself was showing. Convincing himself of that, he fell in place behind the others, and into the darkness. Moving inside, the haunted paladin stares at the carvings all around them while still gripping his weapon tightly.
"I have rope also" - he adds to Mors' words - the practical issue at hand allowing him some respite from dark memories - "I will assist in setting it, and then check the bottom of this pit" Invoking his own powers, senses enhanced, he observes what seems like a simple cloth, for signs of magic.
Once he feels reassured that there is no immediate danger, Helgash starts climbing down, checking the bottom of the pit, then moving back up on the other side, dropping and holding a rope for the others to climb, while keeping watch.
"Very well done indeed" - Helgoron reinforces with a nod - "That was a clean and well carried out combat, my friends" Listening attentively to Janira's words, the tiefling stares at the terrain around them - "Unfortunately I am not an expert tracker or outdoorsman - I am afraid I can be of no assistance in that aspect" - he ponders - "It seems we will need to hurry our pace"
Round 1 Helgoron lumbers forward while retrieving the massive polearm from his back, his eyes burning with inner fire - "These are but vermin" - he comments - "But today is not their day" - he adds decisively, setting his weapon in front of him, ready for a possible incoming charge.
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Helgoron lifts an eyebrow at Thaddeus claims for boredom, but remains silent, eyeing him with curiosity, as he goes on with his tirade. "Helgoron's story is probly better'n mine, anyway. Well, maybe 'cept for the part about the three halfling girls. And the four fingered gnome." He looks over at Thad with a slow grin, "Then there was the drunken cow at that Tian's party. That was arright." With a fanged smile, the tiefling nods at the big man - "Not sure if comparisons are in order, but I can assure you there are no drunken cows in mine" As the group parts, he finishes his drink and pays for it - much like the others, he too grabs the opportunity to stock on some probably useful supplies.
------ During their trek, the tiefling keeps mostly to himself, but pays particular attention to the details, landmarks and recounts vehiculated by Janira, following her swift pace along. As they make camp, and given no particular task is requested of him, Helgoron prepares his bedding, then sets about for a short patrol of the perimeter, making sure the area is safe, and also looking for any distinguishable markings on the structure itself before joining the others, sitting down and penning some notes on his journal.
As he does so, he turns to their guide - "Tell me Janira, do you know any details about this ruined building - what its purpose or allegiance might have been?" As the soup is served, he smiles - "Thank you - the taste is quite uncommon, and different from what I have tasted" - taking in the meal, his longsword resting next to him. He turns his attention to the weapon once the meal is ended, cleaning it thoroughly, honing its edge, and offering a short prayer to Iomedae.
Helgoron seems slightly taken aback by the straightforward question, as he shuffles in place. He allows the others to speak their piece, either by education, or simply because he is taking the time to formulate his own answer As a short silence follows Mors' answer, he grabs the opportunity with a voice sounding grave and solemn - "What I do is a recognition of what one has done for me not that long ago, though it feels like an eternity. This person was a friend, a confidant and a mentor, lost in the most dire of situations in the darkest of places, amidst desperation - not hers, but mine" - he pauses momentarily, his face a mask except for the fire in his eyes that flickers somewhat stronger than usually. "In the same place I lost Talian, the Inheritor found me - in that dark hole a path was carved for me... I wonder if it was set already when I was but a demon child, fleeing across the sewers of Westcrown..." - he seems to be pondering to himself, absent - "What I do..? I try to repay all that has been done for me" - he lifts his eyes back to Janira - "And that my actions make a difference - the Society offers me that opportunity"
Hello people - definitely looking forward to play this one. I feel like the whole idea behind the scenario is quite cool - I've never played it, but appreciate the existence of introductory ones. Also, of course... Even though we know that PFS scenarios are usually limited in scope, this is RPG so everything can happen! Having Robert Brookes as a GM is something out of the ordinary, so that plays an important part also - maybe he likes us so much, he puts us through a long spanning game ;) Thanks for having me on board!
From the other side of the table, Helgoron breaks a fanged grin at the half-orc's comment - the massive tiefling with glowing eyes and fiery hair displays Iomedae's symbol casually around his neck, while himself looking a veritable implement of warfare, weapons arranged all about him, with a longsword prominently at his waist - his manner is calm and well spoken - "I definitely intend to survive and return to tell the tale, Inheritor willing - even though shedding Light where there is none is more important that one's life" - he offers - "I am Helgoron" - he adds. Turning to Kreighton Shane and Janira, he continues - "And it will be an honor to follow through with such endeavour - not only for the necessary confirmation of our capacity as Pathfinders, but also to detail what is the purpose for this creature's activities" - he nods - "Will Miss Gavix be accompanying us, and addressing the mappng needs? Or shall we take the necessary measures to its completion? I inquire for the necessity of purchasing adequate scribing materials, which I currently do not possess"
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