Justimar of House Leroung's page

I'm going to help with some of the party resource tracking, if no one is opposed. Might make things a bit quicker in the future for the DM.

Whipped something together quickly. I'll call it our Party Stats sheet. This will make it easy to conduct group skill rolls, saves, initiative. If you right click a cell, you can add a note, which I am using for circumstantial bonuses. For instance, Justimar gets a +1 bonus in charisma checks vs. Chelish nobles, so I put that in his skills.

Think I got most of the conditional modifiers covered. As we level up or get gear that affects are stats, just keep the sheet updated. On the GM sheets, it automatically take the info and switches it to rolls, all put in a labelled spoiler. In addition, players could use this sheet to automatically parse their skills rather than look them up, write in forum format.

Test run!

Will most likely continue with a party loot sheet. We've been fairly lucky to have equal pay from our employer thus far. I'd imagine as we explore the adventure more, it won't give us such a clear distribution of items and gold.

I'd like to stick around for the long haul. Part of playing a meticulous schemer means I've formed my own plans for the character, ones I'd rather not let go to waste! And I guess I like the party too :)

I think our group will get a lot of use out of wands of CLW, which I intend to purchase as the gold rolls in.

I did check real quick on the WotR game to make sure you didn't quit, don't give me a heart attack GM ;)

Real life can be an ordeal, I am struggling myself as I am starting a new job right now (just finished day three). Still we'll overcome if only with time.

On Horror Adventures:

The Shadowbound Corruption could be applied to Justimar, especially when that Kyton becomes a thing. I already intend to literally swear my life and death to my eidolon during our initial pact, this could add to how Justimar will change (and he will) after that initial summoning.

My Kyton cannot take the Kyton style feats due to a low Wisdom score and a lack of ki pool. That is funny to me.

Spells seem rather lackluster for Justimar, with the exception of a spell that uses chains to attack foes and the ability to magically straitjacket people.

Overall, it seems to be a good GM guide for horror games but doesn't bring too much to the table for players. Maybe I was just spoiled by Ultimate Intrigue, that brought a lot to the table for me both as a player and GM.

I am moving so I will probably not be able to post this week, sorry!

Take care and hope it goes well!

@GM, I am sure I asked this before, but a few searches around I couldn't find any information or records of me asking. What was the date of the first day of the adventure?

Justimar is quick to resume speaking as soon as Arruk finishes, praying that he cuts off any of the half-orc's lingering tangents. "Visitors will be promptly informed by the gatekeepers that they require a writ of passage for entry." The noble sighs as he rubs his brow, wishing that he himself was informed exactly how this would work. He nods as he speaks, agreeing with the process he makes up as he speaks aloud. "They will then be escorted into town, either by Agents of the Archbaron or by the guards themselves, screened to ensure their presence and purpose will not threaten the safety of the Longacre citizens, and given a writ of passage by the notary following their approval."

He forces a smile at the woman. At first he wasn't annoyed, but her questions (or perhaps Arruk's intervention) drained him. "There will be revisions to these systems, of course, and it may take time for us to find firm footing. I am more than willing to discuss these topics further at another time, though there is business still yet conducted."

Diplomacy, without Extremely Fashionable: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 1 = 24

Question on the decree, as I believe I misread parts of it. I understand the rules for the writ of passage/exception, but I want to clarify on the sanctioned businesses. Do we know what sanctions a business? Is it the Longacre Notary? Is it the Archbaron himself? Are businesses already sanctioned or is that a process to be done?

On this, how feasible would it be for a distinguished nobleman to, hm, let's say "oversee" or "overtake" the operations of the Longacre Notary? Is there information on this person/establishment?

Justimar is kind to the woman, not wanting another tavern situation on his hands. They were outnumbered here, even with Justimar's servants and Amatsu's creatures. As she trailed them, he mumbled a quick spell, crossed his arms behind his back, and spoke clearly for all to hear.

Guidance on Self.

"Should an emergency require our aid during the curfew, we are more than happy to assist in whatever way we can. Additionally, a healer may register to sanction their business at the notary and exempt themselves from the curfew, allowing them to address such situations as need be."

"If one seeks a writ of passage, they'd do well to ask for an agent of the Archbaron to escort them to the notary. Our noble gatekeepers will both protect this town from dangerous outsiders and alert our number should our presence be required."

Justimar grins at the doctor, trying to assess her for motive. "These decrees are for the well-being of Longacre and it's citizens, and to preserve our nation's integrity. The Archbaron and his agents exist solely for your protection and security. As you can see, such a system relies on an active communication between Longacre's residents and local government officials. We need people like you to help protect and preserve Longacre."

Diplomacy (No bonus from Extremely fashionable, guidance): 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 1 + 1 = 25
Bluff (No bonus from Extremely fashionable): 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 1 = 19

Took the questions that felt the most like a pair. With these rolls, I am confident we can avoid anything bad. I

^^ Agreed, I won't forget that first carriage unveil, but I am all for another player or two to have this game continue. Pretty attached to this elitist ass.

Justimar looks at the various weathered decrees upon the post, his eyes always falling on the signature at the bottom: Darellus Fex.

In some ways, Justimar had a respect for the Archbaron who refused to meet with him. The two of them were similar in many respects, though Justimar was always the lesser in each comparison. Both men were conjurers, but Fex had some acclaim for it. Both men nobles of their great, Infernal Nation, though Fex had a title, and was the head of his house. Indeed, the two of men served their nation, but Fex seemed to take orders from the Queen or one of her agents, whereas Justimar took his from the Archbaron's silhouetted lackey.

"It seems we have naught a need for needles or threats this time." Justimar glances towards the nearby church. They may take offense to the action, but he couldn't see warriors or clerics of Iomedae attacking them outright for the act. "Let us finish this promptly and relieve the sheriff. "

And here I thought I was helping to administer an exotic Minkai poison like the one that killed Mrs. Mi...

It takes several moments, but when Justimar realizes what Amatsu was attempting to do, he whispers a spell of his own. He walks forward, placing a hand on the Minkai woman's shoulder. "While I know not the pains of labor, Miss Mi's treatments cured my pains of the mind." The nobleman smiles at the guardwoman, turning to grin at Amatsu. "She is quite the miracle worker."

Charisma, Aid Another: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Casting Guidance on Amatu, Aid another is for Amatsu's opposed Charisma roll, if applicable.

Ah, none of my friends have a copy, and it isn't as cheap as I'd like it to be. I'll need to wait for an amazon sale.

I've been reading the Player Companion "Spymaster's Handbook" that came out recently, and I keep thinking how good it could be in a game like this. It has a collection of useful magical items, spells, traits/drawbacks, and some neat additions to the Vigilante class. I could see Vance finding some use for it when we become agents of the queen, and I'll need to keep the book in mind if something manages to kill Justimar. The number of spare character concepts I have for this game is rather excessive, I think this or Kingmaker might be the first Paizo adventure path that I DM in due time.

@Arruk, Yeah, Justimar is an ass. Sometimes I genuinely feel bad typing what would go through his mind. It only is worse knowing that he was born poor and only in the past few years became noble and took on (or amplified) these traits. Still, big plans for you, my boy ;) GM knows what I'm talking about.

I like to imagine he is still Neutral somewhere deep inside, and that family (both old and new) will bring about some of major moral dilemmas. I think on our next payment, I'll secretly send some gold back to my old family in Westcrown in a cryptic note. Maybe try to have Justimar convince himself that he was doing it all for them, when everyone knows that hasn't been the case.

"Arruk, my boy, I redact my earlier unspoken concerns. I believe you'd make for a splendid sheriff." Justimar places a hand to his chin as he looks at the half-orc. "A bit raw, perhaps. Your unpolished, brash assertiveness could be refined. Discipline," he continues, bringing his fist down from his jaw to his open palm, "that is what you need. You could make for something great despite your heritage." The noble wondered if he could teach the brute, though quickly dismissed the notion.

Well, now I have to see if a friend has a copy of it. If there is a system for corrupting opposing paladins, it could be very useful.

Being bad is good, isn't it guys? I can't wait till we are doing the big evil acts.

Well, now I have to see if a friend has a copy of it. If there is a system for corrupting opposing paladins, it could be very useful.

Being bad is good, isn't it guys? I can't wait till we are doing the bid evil acts.

Justimar was wide eyed throughout most of Arruk's speech. Foreign affairs? Legitimacy? Edification? The noble never imagined such things coming from the half-orc's mouth. Was it an act or had Justimar and the others been played these last few days?

A portal appears in front of Justimar's hound, the dog walking through it, returning to its domain without waiting for the dumbstruck noble to let it free. The summoner glanced at the shirt on the table, then back to Arruk with a grin. "I've never been so pleased to be bestowed a gift that I truly, sincerely did not desire. Splendid, my boy. Let us leave, and pray we needn't return." He left the gold coins on the ground as he paced to the exit.

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Outside the Last Stand, Justimar turned to his servant, instructing her curtly to relocate herself and his other belongings to the Ash House. He gave her a single gold coin, asking her to secure the cleaning agents necessary to make his jacket spotless once more.

Hmm, Plan C... Quickly nail it to the wall and sprint out? I think the longer this display of courage goes on, the worse it will be for us.

We played the intimidation game, but it might not be enough at times. If we break the law, it will also make for a perfect "this doesn't concern you anymore" moment when we hand Auntie Sheriff her letter of resignation. Might be best for setting us up as a powerful, authoritative force, though will certainly cause a stirring, complications down the line.

Flip side, we retreat, post it outside the place or nearby. Safer, legal, though we will likely be seen as bumbling lackeys for the archbaron. It might also be seen as a "victory" for any rebellious types, and following the church speech yesterday, I don't think we want them on a morale high.

Not sure if there is a right choice, but a commoner just ruined my 75gp jacket, an act that has literally lowered my stats. I'm out for revenge >:3

Justimar watched the coins fall from the counter. One gold piece had quite the journey, rolling across the swill-soaked planks of the inn, dancing between tables, avoiding stools, before ending its voyage as it collided with the wall opposite the bar.

Justimar sighed, looking at the others with a nod. Arruk had the right idea. "Twice now you've misspoke, Caggan."

The noble snapped his fingers. A flat, glowing circle appeared by his side. "Archbaron Fex." He turned away from the counter, looking to those that gathered. He spoke loud and clear beside his shimmering, runic portal. "Patrons of the Last Stand: In accordance with the newly instituted mandates of Archbaron Fex, and her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune, you are to leave this establishment. By their decree, none within Longacre shall gather publicly in numbers greater than six.

"By my count, there are five agents of Longacre present." Justimar doesn't acknowledge his slave. Her role in this count was a matter of semantics. "As such, all sans one are required by law to leave this building."

The noble waved his hand, sheathing it behind his back. A hound emerged from the portal, brown and black, snarling. "You have ten seconds to decide who among yourselves may stay. Should it be longer, our Hound and Orc will select who may remain."

The noble turned to Bolgart. "A shame, Caggan, that you refused my friendly offer. The Leroung family is known for their generosity, and you spat upon it." He smiled thinly at the man before turning back to the crowd.

"Ten," he began, soft-spoken. "Nine... Eight..."

A solid plan B, though let's not make it senseless.

This is a private establishment, thus, this is a private gathering. We have five agents, force everyone but Caggan to leave as by law there can only be six. Outnumbered that much, he will concede to our threats. We won't need to beat him up (though perhaps should if he does tear it down).

However we do this, we should not give in. Let Longacre know that it has new Sheriffs in town, and we won't hesitate to act.

I very much appreciate that we have evil covered on all axes.

Speaking of "go to plan for everything," we haven't seen a summoned dog in a while, have we?

Funny coincidence, my noble outfit was worth 75g, the exact cost of a common slave! While I can't demand how Caggan reimburses me, I won't say no to an alternate payment plan!

Justimar winced as the food his his coat. As curse words flooded his mind, the summoner's hand curled to a fist. He breathes in deeply, appearing to relax.

The noble took off his navy jacket, folding it neatly and passing it to his slave. Under his coat, he wore chestnut colored leather armor. Beneath the armor, he wore a white undershirt, embroidered with light, creme-colored flowers, buttoned to his neck. "Vivendi, my sash. Hand it here." He watched Amatsu sow chaos, almost wanting to interupt her. Bolgart Caggan belonged to him now, not the mob.

Justimar doned the Archbaron's regalia, turning to Vance as he adjusted it. Fex's sigil lay over the noble's beating heart. "Magravi, I hold your opinions of the law in a higher regard than the others. Tell me, this establishment is Caggan's private property, thus, this is a private gathering we have here, is it not?"

-1 to Diplomacy, Bluff, Sense motive, as I am no longer wearing clothes worth 80gp or more.

"Nothing a flag-waving Chelish man like yourself wouldn't be proud to have on display." Justimar laid down five coins on the table in a small stack. He put down the rolled-up parchment by the coins for the man to take. "Ensure it is nailed in straight."

Justimar smiled to Bolgart emptily, assessing him. You needn't flatter me with titles. 'Sir' is all I require from you." He looks to Arruk, already sitting, ready to dine. The noble sighs. "Be quick about it while I fetch what is mine. Caggan, anything these four order place in my name. Prepare a bill as well, for I shall be leaving."

The noble walked to his room, Vivendi now present. "Vi, dear, tidy up and gather my belongings. We are leaving this hovel." Justimar carried the bag he was gifted by Razelago, filled only with his spell pouch, his new book, and several long sticks of chalk. Vivendi carried the rest.

The noble returned to the bar, looking around the inn. He wouldn't miss it. "Though I depart, I was wondering if I could rent another space of yours." He pointed behind the counter, at a blank spot above liquors. "I intend to hang a notice. There seems well enough. Visible, unlikely to be torn down by your more inebriated company. Five gold pieces would be most generous, wouldn't you agree?"

Last Stand, Castle Gate, Church Square, Jail?

All good by that? Or indifferent in the very least?

"My belongings are with those drunks, I'd like to retrieve them before we rile them up. Short of securing what is mine first, I have no objections to the order in which we do this."

Justimar looked towards Arruk. Perhaps I could teach him on subtlety, the noble thought. He cracked a faint grin. No, the orc is far more useful bleeding his hand. "How does that sound? Amatus? Vance? Sheriff?"

"Then let us hope he has one in mind. I'd be disowned were I to become some countryside constable." Justimar waited for the others to vocalize any of there own opinions or complaints.

While he tired of sticking his neck out for a man who refused to meet with him, Justimar had grown to somewhat enjoy the company of his new entourage. Arruk's brazen opportunism, Amatsu's mystifying surprises, and Vance's fierce nationalism had all but captivated the noble. To him, Cimri was, well, the messenger to bring them all together, still nothing to him but a rebellious local.

He'd never encountered anything quite like the other three, however. The poor fisherman and laborers of Justimar's "first life" in Westcrown had not the drive of his compatriots, and the noble members of his "second life" seemed faker than even the lying, conniving Justimar. He wasn't to let his guard down, far from it, but he had a comfort in the company of such an unfamiliar, interesting crowd.

Also it is, to be blunt, a gods-damned ghost. Assuming you can keep it under you control, yeah, peasants will be afraid and not stand a chance.

Staying together is definitely the safest move. Between the Sheriff and the Drunks at the bar, we might see a bit of battle.

Let's keep together just in case. I want to be there when Cimri gives her aunt the message >:3

Always a questionable idea, but we could split up and each take one of the decrees, or split the group in half and each team tackles two of them.

We might want to leave the ghost at home, that might go poorly with some people, especially as she was apparently a war hero? and this town has many veterans.

Justimar read over the edicts with some amusement. He looks up towards the silhouette, speaking as he scanned the decree a second time. "Are you are certain Master Fex seeks to quell this supposed rebellion?" the noble questioned. "This is going to cause an uproar. What little Longacre citizens who somehow learned to read will rally the others, storm his manor, and call upon the services of the hangman."

He rolls the parchment back up. "Very well."

Justimar placed his hands behind his back, following the others while in thought. The ghost did not interest him as much as the woman who controlled it. The noble was silent in his walk to Razelago, stealing glances at Amatsu when he could, trying to gain some understanding over her.

Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Justimar gave a passing glance to the medals before returning to them in amazement. He lunged toward Amatsu, examining the relics.

"Allow me to lecture, Amatsu," the noble rang out, grin wide, no longer caring about the ghost in his midst, "these are antiques, remnants of the Civil War! This once-noble house rose against Thrune, now it lays baron and damned!"

Justimar looks at the building with a new-found appreciation. "Moragatalli," he let out, "the name is as much a ghost as our specter friend."

Late-Game Party Composition:

• Justimar.
  
• Justimar's Eidolon, The Chained Man.
  
• 1 to 5 summoned somthings depending on what Justimar feels like having at a given moment.
  
• Vance.
  
• Vance's Carriage (Animated by Animate Object).
  
• Arruk.
  
• Arruk's cohort mage-servant purchased solely with the extra gold from protecting Justimar.
  
• Amatsu.
  
• Amatsu's spider summon, Yurei (but even scarier now).
  
• Little Hime.
  
• 1 to 20 Ghosts, depending on what Amatsu feels like having at a given moment.

Justimar turned back following the sound the shriek. His eyes widened when he saw the muddy-monster, expecting it to be dealt with in another manner. He hesitated, waiting several moments to ensure that it truly was under the foreign girl's control before dismissing his servant. The bird flew back into its portal, returning to whence it came.

"Perhaps a conjurer has not the right to say this, but that thing is not for this world." He watched it look at her. Though whatever it is may have its uses, he reconsidered. "In the very least, do not name it as you did your other monster."

And wouldn't it be a joy to find a new playmate for Hime...

Without a word, Amatsu retrieves her doll from between the folds of her robe and a needle from her hair, which she then plunges into her doll with her eyes still locked on the advancing creature.

Amatsu activates her aura of desecration and uses her bonethrall ability

It takes some pressure off my back knowing my Eidolon can't possibly be as terrifying as Amatsu.

Justimar doesn't approach whatever thick liquid had collected within the tub. Even had he been familiar to what it was, the noble wouldn't dare touch it, let alone the creature that spawned within it.

Justimar turned his back to the melting, muddy figure, snapping his fingers as he exited the room. A shimmering light floated beside the creature, which gave forth to a glowing runic circle suspended maybe five feet off the ground.

As beak and talons emerged, Justimar issued his commands. "My servant," he paused, choosing his words. The noble grinned slightly. "Rip it to shreds."

The auburn eagle raised itself from the circle, the portal disappearing behind it. The bird let out a piercing screech, lunging forward to the creature with its talons forward.

Talon 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Talons 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Justimar: Move to leave room (no map, but lets say by the door?), standard to use Summon Monster I SLA.

Eagle: Full-round attack.

Gang's all here! Let us paint the town red!

Justimar awoke late in the morning, long hair in thick, messy strands over his brow. He rose. The book from Razelago was still with him, still open on the table. He looked out the window, inspecting the time, covering his eyes from the piercing light. "Vi, you should not allow me to study at such late-"

The noble turned his head. He was alone. "- hours... Just grand."

Justimar walked once more to the book. Fex's sash was neatly folded and laid beside it, returned by Vivendi. His clothing was already folded on a nearby chair, evidently cleaned and left for him.

When he donned his noble regalia, only his hair remained untamed, though a quick, tight ponytail did wonder to hide that he was asleep until moments prior.

Though not quite afternoon, Justimar exited his room and lingered in the Last Stand's bar area. He ordered himself a small bit of food, and a glass wine, consuming the latter as he remembered how much better Razelago's was. Better because of the successful job, or the company? He shook his head, swirling the glass. No, just better wine. This is swill in comparison.

Justimar finished his meal, watching his reflection in the glass. He looked towards the door when a patron entered, curving a smile that was quick to fade to his bored expression. Is Razelago to send Cimri to call upon my services? He stood up straight in his chair, counting the silver pieces for the tavern owner.

Why must I wait for her?, he thought, Razelago owes me a debt! Fex owes me a meeting! I've played their game long enough.

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Walking to the Ash House, Justimar observed the town, listening for any hint of their actions the afternoon prior.

While he knew the blame was cast elsewhere, he secretly feared wanted signs with his name upon them. When crossing paths with agents of the law, the summoner's gaze went forward, not paying them attention in the slightest.
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Justimar arrived shortly after Arruk. "I pray you have no ill intentions in seeking this mystery bather, Arruk?" Justimar crossed his arms. "I'll agree, but if you're tricking me in assisting you peep on Cimri as she washes, you'll take the knife she throws, not I."

Probably not good for the party / posting, but I don't think Justimar is quite at the point where he would visit the Ash House when he wasn't requested. He is definitely intrigued by every person there, and everyone he has worked with, but there is a sense of superiority and pride that isn't going anywhere for a bit.

Hmm, regardless, I'll have something up before the day is over and get him to the manor regardless.

Still here! I'm up for continuing, no matter the pace.

It is funny, I was just mentioning how I was hopeful this would get started again not a few hours ago. Dreams do come true, it seems.

What a Justimar thing to think, but my first thought on seeing the map was "This place is smaller than I imagined."

In between trying to move the debris, Justimar would go back to the parlor. He would take a couple sips of the wine, and attempt to wipe off any soot or ash from his jacket. After a particular black scuff refuses to leave his sleeve, he quit snooping. "Well, perhaps it is time to see what the town thought of today, no? I'll be returning to the Last Stand, fetch me if needed. Good evening and goodnight."

The nobleman bows to those remaining, giving a smile to each of them. Justimar pondered their uses on his walk home. Before heading to bed, the noble sat around for drinks, listening to what the loose lips of drunkards spouted.

In his room, Justimar opened the book that Razelago gave him, but became somewhat deterred by its autobiographical nature. It seemed to be a journal, and from its opening pages, one of a summoner like Justimar. He skipped a few pages before seeing a fairly simple, though unfamiliar summoning circle of some interest. In moments, Justimar became engrossed in the book, and opted to study the runes within the circle and the muse upon the summoner's intent.

"Look at these components, Vi! The symbols written in blood, it is like a contract. Standard appeasement for making pacts with devils, of course, but look at what materials the circle calls for: Grounded iron! Any devil could break free of that, only an imbecile wouldn't use silver..." Justimar flipped back to the first page, reading intently now, he spoke aloud to its author, wherever they were, "...so why didn't you..."

When he went to bed hours later, Justimar minds raced with thoughts of today's affairs: thoughts of Arruk's theft of the helmet lead to The Great Reclamation, pondering further on Vance's Carriage reminded Justimar about Amatsu speaking of Tian nobility. Eventaully, those thoughts passed, and all that was left was the summoning circle he had read about. He fell asleep, wondering what would happen should he summon a devil.

Justimar counted out five stacks of ten gold coins. "I'd rather stay alive as well, which is why I invest wisely." He places the rest of his share in his bag. The noble tapped Arruk on the shoulder, and pointed to the small pile at the table. "Your payment, as we agreed."

Justimar snatched one of the bottle of wine from last night. He intended to enjoy it properly this time. He searched for a decanter, but remained silent in its absence. After pouring himself a glass and swirling its contents, he puts it to his side to allow it to breathe. "Well, I have a book at the inn I'd rather be leaving, though what remains within the rest of this house has my curiosity piqued. If you have need of me, I'll returning for my wine shortly."

Justimar departs to a nearby room, looking for anything that could betray Razelago's identity or maintain his interest. Not sure of the layout of the manor, let's just say I go in the north-most direction, and go clockwise until I enter a door.

Is there an Ash House Map?

Justimar waited until after Cimri spoke, wanting to claim the idea of taking the helmet as his own, but instead allowing the act to fall solely on Arruk. As Arruk spoke up about the plan being Justimar's, the noble couldn't help but smile. When he left the room with the violet lights, Justimar looked around the Ash house.

The noble was conflicted. The Ash House was safer, and if things were to continue as they were, it might be better to relocate here. Staying at the Last Stand carried its own benefits, being seen among the people, in town, away from the others. He thought it over as he counted his gold in the parlor, more silent than the braggart usually was.

Double last time, so 200gp?
Edit: Arruk's a good guy, so Justimar smiles.

I'm set for the Ash House, I'm done conniving for now.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Forgive me, I couldn't stop them. It was one of the Sheriff's thugs, I believe." Justimar looked to the yelling crowd, almost with admiration. He wondered what caused them to spur into strife. "Hopefully there won't be violence, the sheriff will have to break it up, and it is now clear which side of the fence she stands on."

Justimar watched the twins run to quell the crowd. The smile he wore on his face was quick to fade, and the noble quickly turned his head towards the half-orc. "Must I speak plain? Take it. To crush a rebellion you must first crush their symbols. That isn't a helmet, it is hope for agents of chaos with treasonous hearts."

Justimar murmured a prayer of sorts under his breath. He touched Arruk's shoulder. His mouth curved a smile once more, one that seemed genuine compared to the one he had in front of the twins. "I'll watch over you, Sir Karas, take her helmet. Razelago will be pleased I am sure."

Casting Guidance on Arruk, +1 on a single Attack/Skill/Saving roll of your choice in the next minute.

Hope everyone works out. Real life always takes importance here. Everyone understands tough times, and we'll all be happy to see the game resume as things come together for you. Take your time :)

"Loran." Justimar repeated. He paid no attention to Arruk's presence. "splendid. The Sheriff and the Baron's agents might see this as treason, though your family has my support. Perhaps you can send for your mother now? I very much wanted to view the letter at this time, on this momentous occasion."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Justimar glanced once more at the helmet on the table, standing beside Arruk. He whispered his spell once more, and tapped his hands together lightly. After a lull, he spoke aloud, seemingly to himself. "The Angel Knight's helmet... The sparks of rebellion igniting right before our eyes." Justimar curved a smile.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20