Horatio helps the Stryx open the door (as if he needed any assistance).
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Horatio moves across the bridge, taking in the surroundings. As he approaches the door, he will inspect it for traps, and assuming he finds nothing, will push or pull the door open.
Sorry, everyone. Without getting too personal, my wife and I do foster care and it's been a rough couple of days. I'm not gone, just missing. If you need to DMPC me (or want to boot me), that's fine, but I should be able to update in-game this afternoon. Cheers!
Not really understanding anything the Tengu said other than "it would be safe to open the doors," Horatio steps forward and pulls the doors open. "Let's keep moving."
If the door is safe (and openable), my vote is for moving forward. If it's not, my vote is for heading back to the previous chamber and going through the left (west?) door.
Horatio watches as Kane attempts to douse the flames. If he runs out of water or is unsuccessful, Horatio will donate his waterskin to the flame-suppression effort.
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Horatio takes in the sight of the linens falling.
"I agree, Kane," Horatio responds. "Which door shall we choose? As there is no map, I think it prudent to be orderly in our selections. But it matters little which we choose, if we cannot open it." He turns to Trexy. "What have you discovered? Can you open any of them?"
"Agreed, small one," Horatio says. "I am not eager to be wrapped in the embrace of another one of those creatures. Is there anyway forward through any of these doors?"
Horatio examines the room, noticing some strange writings on the wall, but not remarking on or thinking much about them. He feels in his pouch for his vial of the potion given him by the priestess. "I apologize for my weakness, but I believe that I will have to use this potion already," he says to the group, but no one in particular. "I will endeavor to be more aware as we move deeper into the crypt." He undoes the stopper and downs the potion in one drink.
Horatio awakes with a start - he opens his eyes and looks around him. Why am I on the floor? Why do I have the taste of blood in his mouth? He stands slowly, shaking his head. He is still in considerable pain. "What...what happened? Were we attacked? Is everyone else fine?"
Horatio feels a moment of pain as he's enveloped in a leathery embrace. His vision goes dark and he struggles for only a moment before passing into unconsciousness.
Horatio brings up the rear guard, his eyes peeled for any sign of danger or threat. He disliked the claustrophobic nature of the staircase, but realized it was just beginning of what was sure to be a claustrophobic tomb. It was all apart of his test.
I'm good with the order as well.
Horatio takes a hooded lantern out of his backpack and takes a moment to light it with some flint. He attaches it to a hook on his belt and then stands ready to descend into the dark. As he walks down the stairs, he will keep his eyes on his surroundings, looking for anything of interest.
"I have come prepared. Let us be off," Horatio says.
Horatio took in the others in the room. These are my fellows? Is this some kind of joke? He listened politely as Nerissia spoke and frowned as the chime was given to the strange-skinned man. When she was done, he took his two vials and asked, "Do you have a digram or even a map of levels below?"
Horatio climbed the stairs to the Ossuary at the appointed time. He sees three others gathered and clears his throat before asking, "Excuse me, but I am to meet a Sister Nerissia. Can you please direct me?"
Horatio stood outside The Broken Monastery, taking in its destruction and the contemplating on the meaning. The pursuit of perfection leads to a lust for power and control in many. This is unfortunate. And not as it should be. He felt a tug on his cloak and turned to see a small child. The boy was holding an envelope and extended it towards Horatio. Horatio took the note and started to read its contents, but was interuppted by a surprisingly deep clearing of the throat, followed by an equally surprising and deep voice coming from the child. "You don't give a f#*% about my kids? Don't even get a tip?" Horatio reached into his pouch and withdrew a silver, unsure how much was appropriate for tipping a delivery. The man-child seemed satisfied, and turned to go. He resumed reading the note and a small smile appeared on his face. He had only been gone from the monastery for a single day and already his task was being given. He gathered up his meager belongs and made his way to The Bottoms and the Ossuary. He had a couple of hours before the designated meeting time, but it would not do to be late.
So sorry - I'll update in a bit!
Checking in and wishing you well, GM. Thanks for the selection!
I updated my background a bit - I'm staying human. Perhaps by picking such a "boring" race I'll stick out! Background: As he tightened the cilice around his thigh, Horatio's vision went white. The pain was familiar, but no less severe. He savored this first moment of pain - it helped clear away the noise and distractions that built up in between the purifications. Born to prostitutes - his mother worked in The Blushing Rose and his father a Tallow Boy - Horatio sought to rebel from his parents' life-choices from the moment he was able. He looked for companionship through numerous child gangs of Kaer Maga, but eventually found direction and enlightenment from The Temple of the Endless Step around his 15th year. A focused and dedicated pupil, Horatio endured the trials of the monks and pursued perfection with an obsessive intensity. As his vision returned and the pain transitioned away from a searing burn to a dull one, he heard a knock on his door and one of the Temple elders entered his room. "Is it already time for another purification?" the elder said, smiling. "Your dedication and focus is unmatched for one so new to our fellowship." He paused before continuing. "We have decided it is time. Time for you to leave the Temple and walk among the Imperfect. See what assistance or aid you can provide the City. Test the bounds of your dedication outside of these walls. You are to take whatever you have and leave within the hour. You must not return until your service to Kaer Maga - whatever form it takes - is complete. May the Master be with you." With that, he turned and left the room. Horatio stood, leaving the cilice in place, and began to pack his meager belongings into a bag. He knew this day was coming, but he still felt a pang of sadness to be leaving. He immediately chastised himself for such weakness. This is just another test. Another purification. Thank you, Master, for giving me this chance. As he left the room, he felt the barbs of the cilice dig into his thigh deeper than ever before. In a reflex, he reached down and undid the belt, throwing it onto the floor of his room. He would leave that implement behind - the purification from walking the streets of Kaer Maga would be sufficient.
I'm considering changing to an Oread. I feel odd being the lone human applicant!
Horatio here with a VERY brief and rough concept for a Monk of the Endless Step. Spoiler:
Born to prostitutes - his mother worked in The Blushing Rose and his father a Tallow Boy - Horatio sought to rebel from his parents' life-choices from the moment he was able. He looked for companionship through numerous child gangs of Kaer Maga, but eventually found direction and enlightenment from The Temple of the Endless Step around his 15th year. A focused and dedicated pupil, Horatio endured the trials of the monks and pursued perfection with an obsessive intensity. On his 18th birthday - or around it, as he wasn't actually sure when he was born - he was tasked with leaving the monastery to aid the city in some way. It wasn't long until he was contacted by a representative of the church of Pharasma.
Let me know if you have any questions or would like to see any more info. Thanks for the consideration! EDIT: I can't change my avatar for some reason. Weird.
Here is my application for Horatio - a half-orc Oracle of Battle. I've still got some work to do on his background, but here's the start. Let me knwo if you have any questions or would like to see any more. Thanks for the consideration, Ryuko! Rough Background: "Master? I'm awake…I'm awake! But…but…" Horatio was unable to move. He was strapped to a hard stone surface. He pulled against the binds that held him, but was unable to move them. "Master - I cannot move. What is happening to me?!" Horatio heard the Orcish shaman - his master for 18 years - shuffle over. The shaman uttered a few unintelligible words and seconds later Horatio felt a searing pain as a sharp point was jabbed into his left eye. The tip was dragged across his eye, and instantly Horatio's vision was filled with light. The blade was removed and moved to his other eye where the process was repeated. Despite the intense pain, Horatio was distracted by the new sense - sight. He had never seen the world before, being born with an unexplained white film covering his eyes. He had lived a grueling life under the tutelage of a secluded Orish shaman since his birth, being trained in the art of war and battle. He felt the binds release, but he continued to lay on the table, blinking, taking in the cloudy shapes before him. "It is time, Gujek," his master said, using his orcish name. "You are to leave me and do the work of your mother's name. You are ready. Take these items and go." Horatio sat up and looked at the items he was given - the heavy battleaxe that functioned as an extension of his own arm, the worn chain mail that he wore as a second skin and the dented buckler that he begrudgingly carried per his master's instructions. He had never seen the items before, but he recognized them instantly from the year's of use. Rising he took in the sights of his master's tent, the whole world new to him. Before he could consume too much, his master said, "Go, Gujek, go south into to the lands of Brevoy. Seek your purpose and follow the mystery. Go." That was 20 years ago. Since that time Horatio had wandered, taking odd jobs and working to fulfill - or more accurately - discover his purpose. Though he had not yet found it, he was not discouraged, choosing to believe that he was born for something greater than he had accomplished to this point. When he received word that expeditions to Stolen Lands were accepting new recruits, he signed up without hesitation, feeling a strange, unfamiliar calling inside of him to do so.
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