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"It has not escaped me that my questions remain unanswered, however, despite not knowing where you stand on important matters like tea, I am inclined to say yes to any adventure that presents itself. Barring any substantial unmentioned variables, I'd say you can count on our support." Gavin says.

Turning to Seth, he says,
"I would hate to have to explain to your sister why I said no to a good fight."

On the way through, Gavin stops at the Temple, Checking the box once again. If no one is obviously looking for him, he will inquire after Mykos.

Upon finding him, Gavin introduces himself, and Seth, and Max.
"Greetings fellow soul, I am Gavin Soleques, servant of Sarenrae and all those of a kind heart, and lover of tea. This young lad" he says gesturing to Seth, " is Seth Posfurore, Lover of Music, Seeker of Mirth, and Master of Duality."

Nodding a slight bow to Max, he continues, "And this Capable Knight is Maximus Benedictus, Fierce Warrior, Devourer of Challenges, and Loyal Companion." He says, leaving room for a reply.

"As you seem to already be aware, while we have all come to the Tower with a myriad of goals and reasons, for us, one of those purposes is to help those around us. I would be happy to discuss business at breakfast."

If there are no objections, or need for urgency, Gavin walks with them all to his morning feast spot and begins the casting.

Portly, well-marbled cleric: "Well, I know which one of us looks tastiest...."

Gunslinger/Druid who wild shapes into an octopus and shoots 8 pistols.
The Glocktopus.

Welcome!

I haven't been busy, but as it turns out, I am super lazy.

Gavin moves up to the swordsfolk and casts communal protection from evil, to remove the risk of the vampires charm.

Using 1 mythic point for communal protection from evil on himself, Lyra, and Maximus

if Lyra gets dominated, just switch to Seth real quick...:)

Yes to the Elvish conversing

"Those seem like agreeable terms, though I would point out that the assignment has proven more difficult than was originally anticipated. Were I a less gregarious old man I might ask for a better deal. This being our first dealing, I accept your terms on behalf of my friends." Gavin replies with a smile and a slight bow.

"There will be only four of us on this job, as I believe our friend Gaius to be busy crafting a siege engine for the gnomes in the Towers cellar in exchange for a pint of dragon tears."

Linguistics: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

perception: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (11) + 29 = 40

"Indeed, that would be lovely" Gavin replies.

"I'm sure you've done your due diligence, but I would be remiss to neglect my self appointed duties," the old priest continues, "I am Gavin Soleques, servant of Sarenrae, lover of tea and friend to those who love others."

Motioning to Lyra he continues. "This lovely Lady is Lyra Posfurore, Lover of Wonders and friend of Beasts. She and her brother have been my close friends and protectors for what seems like an age now."

"These Fine Knights are Maximus Benedictus and Giaus Igntius, two of the most driven and deadly men I have ever encountered. They have proven themselves as loyal to friend and cause as they are skilled in the ways of combat. In short order I have found them both in my good graces, and I in their debt."

Without pointing or even looking, Gavin proceeds to the last of their band.
"And I am sure you are familiar with our Wizard friend' He says, pausing for a time that seems to be where his accolades would be, had they not been redacted.

"New to the Tower as we are, we would of course be happy to entertain contacts and potential employers, and we thank you for reaching out."

Diplomacy with honeyed tongue and display: 1d20 + 20 + 27 ⇒ (17) + 20 + 27 = 64

Diplomacy with honeyed tongue and display: 1d20 + 20 + 27 ⇒ (4) + 20 + 27 = 51

fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
just gonna chill here for a bit

"I'm in danger."-Ralph wiggum

Orin chuckles at the jab, "Nonsense, I'm a blessing from the heavens if ever there was one!"

The good news is, one flight of stairs and we're already out of your 7 years of bad luck!

Level 12 cleric

+1 all saves
+1 bab
+1 5th level spell per day
+1 6th level spell per day
+12 hp
+1 stat (charisma)
Fire resist to 20

+8 skills
Perception
Sense motive
Spellcraft
Kn. Arcana (3)
Linguistics (2)

Bard spells
+1 2nd level spell per day
+1 4th level spell per day
+1 4th level spell known (Foretell failure)

Community domain
Hero's Feast 1/day

ABP
+2dex

Gavin smiles at the passion in the young knight. Clearing his throat while he composes his thoughts, he tries to console him.

"I used to see time as a straight path, upon which we all march forward. But now I believe it is a path like any other, upon which it is possible to go forward or back, or intersect with other paths. It is possible that you may never see those you left behind again, but it is not impossible that you might." the old priest says.

"The Tower has opened new paths to us. Some we will be fortunate enough to travel with the beautiful Souls of the world." he says with a warm smile at Lyra.

"And some we may be forced to walk alone." he almost whispers, thinking of his dream.

"How we live the years we have to live is more important than when we live them." he adds.

"As to 'winning' the Tower, I'm not sure if you can 'win' it any more than you could a door, or a hallway, but I am certainly willing to help you try." he concludes, with a bit of a mischievous grin.

Gavin, now solid again, hurries forward to where he last saw the figure and looks around a bit confused.

"I'd swear he was here just moments ago?" he wonders out loud.
"Perhaps I misjudged he speed?" Putting his hands to his mouth and calling out loudly down the curve of the staircase, he tries to project his voice.
"Fellow traveler! Please slow down! We seek only peaceful discourse!" and possibly to break your dinner plates

Spells cast and belongings stowed, the group makes their way through the crowds of revelers to the Tower. There, Gavin addresses the people gathered.
"People of Cardriss, for ages the Tower has stood over our city, over our World. In both times of plenty and famine, it has represented the strength of our past and the hope for our future. We go now, to explore its secrets, that we might someday become part of its story. But, I leave you with these words, Fear not the unknown, despair not for the future, boldly tread into the night!"

Gavin bows to the crowd and with little hesitation, steps forward to the Bookkeeper. Waiting for Fenrick to get beside him, he steps through.......

Gavin gives a bit of a bow and addresses the two ladies.

"I cannot imagine a time when the company of other seekers would bother us, especially those as lovely as you ladies. I am Gavin Soleques, servant of Saranrae, connoisseur of teas, and taster of pastries. This is Seth Posfurore, Lover of intrigue, Keeper of secrets, and Protector of Pigeons." Gavin says, waving a hand at Seth.

"The large man at the bar asking about stronger coffee is our good friend Fenrick Ebbewl, Servant of The Lady of Graves, Bane of the Unliving, and Champion of a Pure Heart." the old man says, with a wave at the bar to Fen.

"Our mage friend, in the mirror, would be pleased to meet you, I am sure, but I have tasked him with crafting me a trinket, and that may take him some time. We are pleased to make your acquaintance." he concludes, returning the smile.

are they human? aprox age? other weapons or gear of note?
perception: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (9) + 27 = 36

Seeing no immediate detriment to Lyra or the Witness, Gavin tempts fate (possibly literally) reaching out to the crystal.

Feeling the,now familiar but still unsettling, energy course through him, he attempts to create.

echoes of the past: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 5 = 25

As Gavin's mind connects with the crystal, a scene unfolds before the seekers.

A blazing building, fully engulfed in angry flames. The stage for a story they have all heard.

But this time, the terrible fire takes place during the day. All of the houses occupants gone, about their day.

++This is how it could have been. No one had to die.++ Gavin thinks to the others. ++Could I make it this way? Right now? Could this place unmake what broke me?++

As the scene spans out, a young Gavin appears in the foreground, the fire matched by the anger in his eyes.

++no, it had to be this way. How many others would I have hurt? Would I ever have learned?++

Just as it appeared, the scene slowly fades. If it ever was reality, it was so only briefly.

The wings of the old servant of Sarenrae carry him to the path that leads to the portal. Tears line his tired face as he lands.

"I am ready to go." he says out loud.

Entering 'The Rusted Buckler' turns out to be the only easy part of lunch.
The dining room is dark and hot from bodies and proximity to the kitchen. The room smells more of working men than food and the only waitress points them to a table with only 3 chairs.

The clientele is not much different than the ambiance. despite the early hour, rugged men argue and laugh loudly while drinking warm ale, and a fight nearly breaks out at the next table.

Calm prevails and two men leave, freeing up a chair for Seth. The aged waitress finally walks by, looks at the group and mumbles "Four lunches and four ales." and then walks away.

While they wait and keep an eye on the room, Gavin asks about Fenricks morning.
Recounting the progress of the others, he asks "How did things go with your meditation and worship?'

The ale that arrives at last is stale and undrinkable, the potatoes are hard as stones (or possibly stones that resemble potatoes?), but the game birds that arrive are simply perfect. Baked with butter and some kind of tart root spice, they are the best meal Gavin has had in weeks.

As Fenrick recounts his day, Gavin cant help but insist on another helping (just the bird this time).

After their meal, the foursome settle their reasonable tab as the room fills a little more and promises a raucous night.

sorry, that was a little long winded.

week 1
250lbs
down 5 from start.
ordered half a steak sub for dinner, felt weird.

hmmm..... While I'd be happy to bot you, I'm not sure you're comfortable with the level of loot that may lead to.....

Randal lowers his bow and removes the arrow, but his eyes never leave the harpy.
"Be careful how you deal with her. She is a female after all...." he adds. The seriousness of the encounter having little effect on Randals wry humor.

Taking the lull as an chance to bolster their defenses, Randal moves to Emi and casts cure light wounds on the injured dancer.

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"..and too late the lowly lizard realized that the hawk would be last to hear his grumblings..." Randal looses an arrow at bleeding opponent in front of Emi.

longbow, IC: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

Randal doesn't care where we engage them, as long as he has at least 10' between himself and them. In the suprise round, he activates Inspire Courage.

As the others spring the trap, Randal begins a story about an old, fat, lazy lizard who complained about the rocks under his feet so much, he never saw the hawk circling above him.

"I can get behind just about any plan that starts with 'Randal is right'." The bard replies with a grin.

"Celebrate the independence of your country by blowing a small portion of it up!" -Apu

Today I watched a lake do nothing for 16 hours.....

Taking full advantage of the chanca to stare at Emi, Randal chuckles and says "I see not newcomers recieve the same welcome"
He tries tp shake off last nights dream, but has some difficulty as it tumbles around in his brain, unwilling to go.

Looks like good wi-fi at the lake!

After his grand entrance, Orin knows he need to follow it up with a bold move. In a stroke of brilliance, he decides that going for help will be the wisest course of action. With re-enforcements, the group can have the battle in hand in no time.

With a dash, he bolts out the door, yelling the new plan as he goes.
"Hang in there friends! I'll be back in a flash with troops from the garrison!"

will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

good news guys, I've just had a brilliant idea!

It seems to Randal like the longest day of his life is drawing to a close. He feels a little weird, trying to rest in a strange place so close to the creepy castle. But the others seem trusting and Randal has no alternative to suggest.

The tea is warm, and Randal is thankful for its soothing effects.

"Dreamers Star" he says as he takes the cup, looking at Vigny, "Great for hangovers too"

Half-sitting in a corner, he drifts off to a fitful sleep, and unsettling dreams....

I believe Randal is within the 10' aura of courage Soli is emitting
will save: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 4 = 19

"I've got a very bad feeling about this room guys! Worse than when that barmaid told me she was thrice married! Worse even than that day when the Rusty Dragon run out of ale!" Randal squeeks as his face pales.

The sorrow in Randal is palpable as he watches the 'boy' collapse. After he collects the silver balls, he turns to Jerukh,
"You are truly a merchant of mercy, my good Apothecary." Randal says in a tone so serious, it doesn't sound like it could have come from him.

absorbing 10 damage via lifelink (5 Orin, 5 Sal)

Marcus crouches low and reaches into the room. Waiting for the right moment, he touches the guardsman and heals his gaping bite.

cure serious wounds on Orin
cure for orin: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7

ugh.....you don't even heal easy, you big lummox.....

Randal follows right behind the ladies, bow still drawn and ready.

"When I first laid eyes on this group, I thought you were one of the strangest things I had ever seen, but you seem bent on raising that bar further still....."

As they discuss the crossing, Marcus quietly produces 3 of the rings he purchased and gives one to each of Sal, Kaede and Zache.

"I will go in the first group to help protect the far side, I won't be much help carrying supplies anyway."

my weekend activities occasionally require me to appear in court.......

"Agreed" Randal responds, to either or both of Emi's observations.

Joining her at the door, he listens.
perception: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 2 = 21

Randals jaw drops when Soliana stumbles into the room. As Vigny moves in and pronounces judgement on the sleeping foes, his shock turns to perplexion.
Finally, as Jerukhs bomb sails by and finds its mark he thinks
Perhaps it's me that didn't understand what our strategy was going to be.....

Sure....rub it in...you can dance and I'm just sitting here with a bum leg... :)

Ugh......fine.....I'll look up verisimilitude already. ......

As he waits for his drinks, Auric is bumped gently by a peculiar man in a broad hat and sporting a disturbingly long mustache.
As he glances at the awkward man he sees familiar eyes below the brim, and hears "Pardon me sir, I'm looking for a little person who caused a bit of a stir here last night. Handsome fellow, quick on his feet and always up for a good time. Have you seen him? By chance? "

As he looks his friend over, it becomes clear that he is propped up on two wooden stilts, covered loosely by oversized boots.
He smiles as Auric takes in the get-up and orders a cider for himself.

"Just say the word and I'll begin the first intermission" Randal say, bow still at full draw.

continuing to ready an action to fire if any of them come closer

Randal moves closer to Soliana and Jerukh to improve his shot, now that the prospect of a drink is off the table.

His story shifts into a tale about a beautiful fairy trapped in the web of an evil spider queen and a heroic knight who frees her with fire, only to be devoured by the flames himself.

Stopping about 40' from the thers, he fires again,

longbow attack, IC: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 = 15

for damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"I'm quite sure nothing you are involved in could ever get ugly." Randal says with a smile as he readies his bow.

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