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"Fah" Jesset exclaims from where he was currently honing the edge on his falchion, indicating in one syllable his opinion of Morsai's decision. Shaking his head, he places his weapon among his gear , then lays down, still occasionally snorting in disbelief, until only a soft feline snore is heard.
Catching the girl's comment and Morsai's more sobering rejoinder, Jesset stalks up to the girl, "What nonsense is this? You want glory, girl? Best stick your nose in a good book, because what we do..." he pauses to look at each of his companions "We do because it's right to do so...combat and battle is blood and bile and piss and fear. There's no glory there, just meat, and a just reward for whatever hellish beast or twisted mind we had to put down." His piece said, Jesset sits down on a bench and begins to remove his armor, a partial nights sleep looking very appealing right now.
Shol'a'Saul shakes her head, "Nothing of major importance. Apparently the townsfolk have been taken advantage of by previous groups they hired and they are understandably cautious of our motives. Their intentions are honorable, I believe." "That's something...It's been quiet out here, let's get back and get some rest." Jesset says as the other two fall in with him and begin walking back.
Jesset steps out of the shadows to meet his compatriots, "Learn anything interesting?" he rumbles.
Leaning against a nearby house, Jesset keeps to the shadows observing both the house Timmins and Shol entered and the surrounding streets. Perception
I will follow at a distance..." Jesset says, then allows the others to move out into the night , waits for a dozen heartbeats then follows. Perception
"Hmmm, not an idle threat, if true, Morsai." Jesset rumbles from where he leans against the wall, then looks to Shol'a'saul, and bears his teeth in his tigrish grin "Let us suss out exactly what this town is about, shall we?"
Ever the suspicious inquisitor , Jesset watches the interplay between Navarro and the girl, watching her for any sign of falseness. Sense Motive
Perception
As Jesset makes his sleeping area ready, he takes note of both the transaction and the obvious interest of the servant girl. He is about to comment to Shol when Navarro makes his awkward attempt to engage the interested girl. Not a diplomat, he waits to see her reaction.
Jesset heaves his pack up onto the wagon then joins the others on board "Anything to save a lot of walking..." he says , propping himself up against his back.
After listening to the flurry of questions, Jesset adds his own observation "Indeed. A single dragon would be an item of concern...two dragons...I wonder what brought them here, or who? I for one would investigate this curiosity."
The bar door thumps open and reveal the sudden rain storm falling out side. Framed in the doorway, the feline humanoid scans the room until his intense gaze falls on Navarro. Lips curled in what one hopes is a smile, the figure ducks a bit to enter, then straightens to his full imposing height. Stomping across the room, he looms over the table, bending a bit to peer more closely at Navarro "You have the look of a Nedraid! Tony said his brother would be here. I am Jesset, he may have mentioned me." the litorian growled, sparing a quick glance at the others at the table.
Ok. I'll hold off on replacing Jesset until we've got our location settled. He definately doesn't fit in with River Kingdoms....
Hey there, checking in. Jesset was really tailored for the Ptolus experience...would you guys mind if I brought in a different character?
Covering his ears, Jesset mutters "Don't encourage him"
Hey guys,
That'd be fine with me :)
Jesset moves up to then now open door and takes a look beyond. Perception
Ah, my condolenses and best wishes Lord T.
"Methodical is advisable. This place may harbour dangers to our soul as well as our body." he says looking about suspiciously. He follows Tony closely.
"Haunted...yes, haunted!" Jesset says, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. "There is a presense here, a 'hungry' presense. Be on your guard!" he says, smoothing the fur on his head.
Jesset approaches Orsal carefully. "What just happened, here?" he asks
Jesset takes the lead, clambering up the ladder with feline adroitness.
Reaching the top, he pauses to listen Perception
"The ratmen are vermin. There's a bounty on their tails, has been for some time. They usually keep to the Undercity, where they're hunted. These are some of the few that come to the surface; such as these are always hunted with extreme prejudice." Jesset states as he cuts the tails off of each of the ratmen. He then joins the others as Tony pokes and prods at the various doors. At Kelwyn's hesitation, Jesset takes the lead and enters the tower.
Jesset walks back to the ledge, and crouches at the edge. We have some doors up here, plus looks like our ratty assailants had been living here some time. Perhaps they had suffered the same trap as us. "
Taking a deep breath, Jesset rolls his shoulders then bends to clean his falchion on the fur or clothing of the nearest ratman. He then proceeds to kick the remains down to ground level, taking care not to hit any of his companions. He then advances, on the alert for other ratmen.
Perception
Jesset instinctively raises his hand as Victoria's bomb ignites at the feet of the two ratmen. With relief he discoveres that he is not subject to it's fiery pain, and so launches an attack on the next ratman in line. Attack
Damage
Jesset is pulling his falchion back to strike at the ratman before him, when Victoria's bomb erupts before him. Flattening himself against the wall, he tries to avoid the curtain of flame that comes towards him. Reflex Save Jesset roars as the flame licks across his arms, singeing fur. Growling under his breath, "I'll have to have a talk with that girl when this is over." Holding his double fury at being pinked by the hated ratman and the sight of tendril of smoke drifting up from his forearms, Jesset pauses a moment to see if the ratman in front of him is immolated or not.
Attack
Lord T, also remember to give me access to the map. I sent you my email and a request from the google page. THnx :)
DM, when you do post the new map would you mind providing a link in the campaign header; that way its always available and we don't have to search though posts for it.
A growl curling his lips, Jesset surges forward at the nearest Ratman, falchion a glittering arc of steel.... Attack
Jesset shrugs out of his backpack allowing it to fall to the floor. As he does so , he call out and points "Ware...Ratmen above!" Jesset then runs across to the stairs and pounds up them, closing to melee range in a snarling fury.
Too bad, Doran.
Jesset's feline senses twich and flinch at the shadows moving at the edge of his vision. Visible calming himself, he states "This place is already getting on my nerves. Well, there's no help for it..." He paces up to Kelwyn, to look in upon the room he found. Drawing his falchion, he leads the way in, approaching the stairs. Perception
Jesset crouches by the corner of a nearby tenement, "A keep. I did not expect that. " His keen eyes traverse all of the structure's surfaces, seeking .... Perception
"Indeed, Kelwyn, that was well done. Here sit before you fall down." Jesset says , pulling out a chair for the inebriated Elf. As he does so, he tries to think of whether he'd heard of the House , and comes to the conclusion he has not.
Jesset leans forward, chin in his hand "The mystery deepens... Is it the chest or its contents that was the prize?"
Jesset places a hand on Kelwyn's shouder and says "Well done, indeed." then lends Doran a hand in lugging the chest to Vaelus' house. "I have no skill with such things" Jesset states, taking up a chair to observe one of the other's attempt to open the chest.
Jesset steps up behind Kelwyn, ready to act should the ogres reject his overture.
Jesset is about to poing out the ogres when Doran beats him to it. As the other gather round, Jesset nods "Trying to fool them into giving up the chest with out a fight is a worthy plan. "
Roll away....tends to speed things up.
"Damned Ogres. They must have paused here, their stink is overwhelming, there's no way to tell which way the went by scent. Everyone, take a look around." Perception
Take care of what's important, we'll be here
Perception
"They head south" Jesset says as he pauses, sniffing the damp air.
Jesset sets his flagon down upon the table, gathers his cloak and gear, scans the room then lead the group back out into the rain. Surging through the downpour, the others are barely able to keep up as Jesset slashes across the city , through alley ways and hidden courtyards. Finally, they enter Midtown and Jesset slows, sniffing the air and continuing more carefully. Survival
Jesset watches Victoria's efforts approvingly, She cowed that silly woman quite well....she'd make an excellent inquisitor.... When the question of the propriety of the proposed action comes up , Jesset offers thoughtfully "Given the man's pedigree and the clandestine nature of the exchange, one could be assured that they are not dealing with legitimate goods. "
Jesset looks up from regarding the dregs in his flagon, ears perking at the mention of children in danger. As Doran questions the woman, Jesset says "Rumor or not , it would bear investigating. Evil lies just under the surface here in Ptolus." He leans over in order to hear the woman's answer to Doran's question.
As usual in times like these, Jesset can't help but feel the push of duty in the back of him mind. But, among friends and soon to be friends he pushes those thoughts back, enjoying the comaraderie and good humour. Perception
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