"Uh..." Jinx awkwardly looks at the rising pieces of equipment and draws her sword and shield. "Should we just go down the trap-door or....?"
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While they sneak (or fail to, at least), Jinx shifts up behind Bardigan and the group. "You guys have got to me more careful!" she says, chidingly. "If my family's involved, you be slow, you be careful, and you don't knock everything over."
Jinx switches between her weapons, sheathing her unloaded crossbow and drawing the longsword. She delays stepping forward, though. Meanwhile, her pony prances over a little bit to flank with the sword-cane wielding Rexus before lashing out with a pair of hoof attacks.
Frustrated that they have to spend their time and resources fending off dogs rather than doing something actually worth her precious nephew's time, Jinx calls upon the powers of the planes to try and subdue these dogs. She summons a larger animal this time, a small horse, who rears up on hind legs to try and kick the dogs.
Jinx squeezes herself in through the door, placing herself mostly in front of Bardigan. She raises her crossbow at the aggressive dogs, grimaces and lets loose a quarrel now, before her allies engage the dogs.
Jinx squeezes in alongside her nephew, crossbow and spells at the ready to...put down dogs? She guesses? "Not exactly the glamorous hideout we were expecting - where did these dogs come from? Does somebody own them?"
For right now, Jinx switches to her crossbow, shuffles her quiver of bolts around to ensure that it's easily accessible and prepares to summon some celestials. "See anything, Larenti?", she calls.
Jinx sighs as the bruises on her side from the previous days fade away. "Thank you, young woman!" she says brightly, before turning to Ganner. "I'm not sure what else she'd mean... but she did just heal me."
Jinx steps into the coffeeshop, dropping with water and armored up, appears to be completely unbothered by the cold and the rain. She looks around, noticing that she appears to have made it before Bardigan. She approaches the newcomer and shakes her hand, wincing as she raises her arm for the shake. Her side still aches from the battle of the previous days. "My name is Jinx. My cousin Bardigan should be arriving soon, and then we can do." She pats her sword at her hip before asking, "So what do you do...Aula?"
Jinx stops mid-bandage retrieval. She looks down at her own body, at the bruises and the blood and sighs. "Perhaps you're right. I should get some rest, and hopefully I will be fit for adventure in a few days." She pauses, hesitant to leave Bardigan's side. "Well, I suppose I'll go home. See you at the Livery, little one." Jinx revisits the apartment that she shares with Ganner to find he's already gone to bed. She takes a moment to visit her horse, Pearl, downstairs before she heads to bed.
Alright, that's fine :) Who?
Jinx accompanies Bardigan back to his house, insisting that the young nobleman needs to be taken care of! She'll lay him down in bed and bandage his wounds, checking in that he's fine and changing his bandages every few hours.
"I too think we need to spend a day resting.", says Jinx. "We'll do nobody any good trying and dying. We need to be slow, deliberate, careful." She looks pointedly at Bardigan.
Jinx frowns. "If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, I could never ask you to spend your own money on magical healing for somebody else..." she says, rummaging around in her pockets. "Unfortunately I know that I can't afford anything on my own." She pulls out ten gold. "This is all I have. Please, put this towards a scroll to heal Ganner here." "As for putting Bardigan in danger... Well, I don't suppose I can convince you to do nothing, can I?"
"The sense of rightness was just you standing above everyone yelling about how right you were, Bard." says Jinx with a sly smile. "But I do agree that something needs to change.", she sighs. "I'm just...unconvinced that it's you, Bard. This is dangerous stuff to be getting into."
"Bardigan," sighs Jinx, holding her side where one of the thugs had struck her. "Be reasonable. We almost died today trying to do something small, and now you're formenting rebellion outright?"
Jinx crosses her arms and scoffs. "Uncommon skill?" she says derisively. "Please. I was barely able to protect my own against those... those thugs. It was only your timely magical aid that prevented all of our deaths."
Jinx moves to Bardigan to administer the first potion - she answers the man with haste. "To Larenti - the half-orc over there. He's not looking so good. I can carry Ganner." She pours the potion into Bardigan's mouth, hoping to rouse her nephew.
"Thank you for what you did. I thought to help you, but it seems we were outmatched."
Jinx grits her teeth and steels herself for what she's sure will be her last attack. She grips her sword tightly, takes a step back and angles its point towards the remaining thug - then, she pushes the blade towards him with all of her might.
Her strike is clumsy, and ill-timed, and the thug is easily able to dance out of the way. She staggers over towards one side, trying to make it more difficult to be flanked.
Jinx takes a step over - "Larenti - surround him with me!" she calls. "It'll be easier!" Then, she strikes at one of the thugs.
Jinx, her mouth a hard line of determination, shifts around the thugs such that fewer of them threaten her and to make it easier for her to shift into flanking with Larenti. Assuming that he makes it through the next few seconds. Her positioning shifted, Jinx lashes out at the thug with her longsword.
Unfortunately her swing is off, distraction from the dire situation they're in throwing her off. Meanwhile, her summoned snake goes in for another snakebite strike.
Jinx sighs. She calls to the heavens, a plea for aid - "Please, Inheritor." she prays softly. "Send us aid, a creature from the heavens which will strike and lay low the foes that lay before us." As she prays, she slowly walks up beside Larenti, and as she prays a creature takes shape - a bright line of coiling Heavenstuff roils behind the unconscious man before taking shape as a celestial snake. The snake opens its mouth, and flashes with a light before striking out suddenly at the thug adjacent to it.
Jinx frowns, draws her sword, and takes a step forward. "What's good for me in helping that man." she says, pointing to the prone and unconscious fellow. "That is to say, in the metaphysical sense. And if you know what's good for you, you'll leave now, go back to your homes and re-think your life choices."
Jinx lays Bardigan down when Ganner steps forward. She draws her sword and moves up next to Ganner. "Uh, yeah. Why don't you fight someone your own orientation?" She looks between her allies and the CC thugs awkwardly before finishing, "...You know, because we're vertical and he's horizontal."
"I'd certainly like the help carrying him." says Jinx, pulling her arms around his armpits again and lifting Bardigan up. "He's...much heavier than he used to be."
Jinx lays Bardigan on the ground, heaving with breaths. "Whew." she says with a little whoosh. "He is not as light as he used to be." She eyes her nephew. "I think he's alright. I don't have any healing magic to help him get better, but let me check." She feels his pulse and checks his wounds from the battle to see how Bard is doing.
"Alright," huffs Jinx. "That's how that's gonna be." As Bardigan falls, she lunges for him and gets her shoulder under his torso. "Vir, I don't know about you but I'm getting out of here." she says, "And you, half-orc. You should come along. These dottari will crush you." With that, she lifts Bardigan into the air and tries to run as far away as she can.
Jinx shifts forward in the crowd. "Bard, the dottari are getting involved! I think it might be time to think about leaving." as she moves, she focuses ever so subtly on the remaining thug facing her cousin. She murmurs a divine phrase under her breath and just for a few seconds the thug feels his muscles weaken and his breath leave him. Then she tenses her arm and raises her sword in preparation for any enemy closing to melee with her. "Go, I'll cover you!"
Her celestial dog continues to attack the thugs threatening Bardigan, after the first fell to its assault.
I don't actually use herolab, though I can put in the descriptions of some of my abilities if you'd like.
So I just thought I'd point this out: Starting at 1st level, a monster tactician can cast summon monster I as a spell-like ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + her Wisdom modifier. She can cast this spell as a standard action, and the creatures remain for 1 minute per level (instead of 1 round per level) If you're houseruling this to be different, that's fine. I'd just liked to have been warned ahead of time and I don't remember that I was.
Jinx scoffs. "You don't know House Thrune well enough if you didn't expect violence." She stares down the thug in front of her, unconscious on the ground. "Especially with the Chelish Citizens' Group around." She then turns her attention towards Bardigan and the opponents he faces. She moves towards him through the crowd, grasping her holy symbol of Iomedae through her pocket. "Oh Inheritor, please send a holy servant to guide us through this battle."
As she prays, a light glow appears behind one of the thugs fighting Bardigan. When the glow subsides, a small but muscular dog is there. The dog gnashes its teeth and lunges at the thug, its little dog eyes and little dog teeth honing in on the malevolence within the thug.
Jinx's eyes flick over the form of the unarmed man in true recognition. She flicks her head towards Bardigan, brawling with several of the thugs. "I'm keeping an eye on family." she says. "You?"
Jinx frowns. Violence wasn't the best way to solve any problem - protesting citizens included. Violence certainly wasn't something that would solve the problems' with the Chelish citizens' group... but something had to be done to defuse them or they would hurt a lot of innocent people. She'd have liked to call on Iomedae for help, but it turns out that of the the crowd very near her was one of the instigators. "Bardigan!" she calls, as her longsword flashes into the sunlight. "Get back here, closer to me!" She swings at the thug, and notices another leaping into battle alongside her - fighting unarmed and unarmored. Hmm....Foolish.
Knowing that she's no good at talking, Jinx moves to talk to those who showed up to defend Thrune's reign. "Uh, hey." she begins, standing behind a group of them. "Listen. This protest isn't for folks like you." almost absentmindedly, she puts her hand on the hilt of her sword. "It...would probably be better if you left so that the rest of us could actually...be productive."
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Just a sec.
Jinx frowns. Separation from the crowd didn't really yield anything of note, so she immersed herself within it. She noted people avoiding her, but she wasn't looking to socialize. She counts on Bard to socialize enough for the both of them - she's looking to eavesdrop. Really, that's all.
Standing just on the outside of the crowd, Jinx is very noticeable. She stands upright, separate from the people around her. This is both a choice and not particularly avoidable. See, Jinx is a tiefling - horns peek out of her brown hair and orange eyes glow in her face. A short tail sticks out of a roughly-hewn hole in her pants. Other than these and her weapon and armor, Jinx is quite plain. She mostly looks like a matronly 40-year old. Her hair is streaked here and there with grey, and her face is tired.
As people stream into Aria Park, Jinx scans each of them. As she's looking, though, movement from the Opera House catches her eye. Interesting. She takes note of the watching figure and returns her attention to the park. Jinx stands near the edge of the crowd, keeping a protective eye on Bardigan as he leaps up onto the fountain. She gives a little sigh - but she can't exactly blame him or pretend to be surprised. Instead, she continues to appraise the crowd, wanting to be ready for if anyone wishes to put her nephew in danger.
Yeah, I'd prefer if Jinx trusted her family enough to tell them. Perhaps naively, because she likely told a few people she shouldn't have. GM? Appearance? Other players?
Bardigan - I look a look at your full fluffy stuff and I like it a lot :D I like the idea of close personal relationships between PCs, and Bard/Jinx are different enough to make it interesting, though they share plenty of values. Does Bard explicitly know about Jinx's Iomedaen faith?
My Reason to Protest is Tagging Along! Hi! I'm probably taking Profession (priestess), if that's allowed.
I suppose I had meant towards Jinx herself, as she is both a tiefling and a secret Iomedaen.
Yeah, I guess the real question is... how prejudiced is your character?
Jinx is less radical than she is... just an outsider. She has beliefs that are different, but she's still all into the safety and lawfulness that Asmodeus advocates. Jinx could probably use a roommate. She's pretty poor.
Well, inquisitors get teamwork feats every 3 levels, so...there's lots of room. Every 3 levels. I haven't really chosen any of those yet, though. My 1st, 3rd and 5th level feats are all taken, unless you'd rather have a teamwork feat at level 1. Fiendsight, Weapon Focus and Disciple of the Sword are gonna be my first three regular feats by my own plan. Also at level 5 my summons start getting a teamwork feat that I have.
Especially if you grab the Arcane Deed and Flamboyant Arcana magus arcana! :D Also, it gives some nice symmetry - two 2/3rds spellcasters of opposite types who are related.
As for being a relative, I'd be down for that, Jinx. Perhaps my dude is a younger cousin whose mother married into a different (and more well off) family? I'm eyeing the Child of Kintargo trait, so long as that doesn't spoil anything you had in mind for being relatives. That's something that works for me. I was thinking that Jinx's other siblings had vastly different lives than the lives of her parents and the sibling who ended up taking care of her. I wasn't really thinking cousin - that's the son of an uncle. I really did mean niece or nephew, because her siblings' children are who I was referring to. Jinx IS in her sixties.
I'm pretty sure that I'm done with this one. Perhaps we might want to look into not having two rogues. If I feel like we need it I'm not averse to changing over to cleric, but I like the idea of this character - pulling on the big sis vibe pretty strongly.
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