I'll stil be sporadic for a few more days, but what's a better study break than a little Pathfinder, eh? Sorry if I'm holding things up!
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"As I said, I found myself in dire straights after insulting my former master, and I had to flee the...area...quickly." Kaelyn hesitates, trying not to give away too much of her past life. "Just when I thought I had escaped my pursuers, I was ambushed, and found myself surrounded. I prayed aloud to any god that would listen, offering my devotion for a safe exit from my predicament. "Lamashtu heard me and sent the aforementioned gnolls to my rescue, and I fell in with them, thanking Grandmother Nightmare on my knees every night for saving my life. "She has taught me much in the ways of deception...and darkness, though I use her aid only to protect myself, as I seem to find myself in trouble more than a normal person might. She asks only for my praise, and I see no reason to hide my worship of her, especially from folks such as yourselves, who seem to have your own dark secrets. My actions will prove to you that I can be trusted."
Sorry guys, I'm in the middle of a very rough finals week, and so my posting will be sporadic until Saturday. But I'll definitely be back in the full swing of things then. Just wanted to give a heads up.
"You heard correctly, good sir, but I prefer 'Grandmother Nightmare,' and a nightmare I am to those who cross me." She winks at her newly met companion. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm one of Lamashtu's most . . . level-headed followers. Plus, I like you." She grins at him, hoping to calm his nerves.
"I can only tell you so much. I was the court bard for a king, many a year ago, but where that court is I cannot say. I was loved for many of my skills, my humor more than anything else. But I took that humor too far, and got myself thrown from the court. I found myself on the run, for there was a price out on my head. I fell in with a group of gnolls who were traveling this way—they were hesitant to have me at first, but we made things work. They taught me of the ways of Lamashtu, whom I now serve. But I still like a good joke every now and again. And a bit of danger too."
Something still doesn't sit right with me about this story. "It sounds to me more like he stole a family heirloom from you without you knowing about it until it was too late."
"Yes, a few locals might have a good chance of finding some information subtly, even if one of those locals is... she motions her head toward Zwain, ...him. Why don't you tell us all that you can tonight, and once the storm passes, we can go out and find out what we can. This just keeps getting more intriguing. I haven't been this eager in months.
I have also never heard of Maure Castle, so I should be good to go. Kaelyn is going to be a mix between a negative energy using, debuffing cleric and a bard (court bard) archetype. I'm very interested in seeing how it turns out.
Kaelyn shakes her head at Zwain and chuckles. If he's willing to give it up, I'll certainly snatch up his share. "It's more than I'd ever see sitting around the tavern, making fun of this crack squad of adventurers extraordinaire. I'm in as well."
This all seems like shady business to me. Right up my alley. "Any idea why this friend of yours was looking for these magic users? Seems a bit reckless to wander off into Fangwood."
I'm quite enjoying this so far! I haven't done any stats whatsoever for Kaelyn. Should we start thinking about that, or just keep up the banter for a while?
Ahh Zwain, always entertaining. So, back to this...what did you say...work for the extra hands. As much as I enjoy listening to Zwain and Jericho go round and round, a little excitement would be better.
"Well, someone has to keep these two in line. And I'm always interested in finding a little trouble. Keeps things interesting. I'm in. I'll just have to keep my wits about me, in case this stranger is leading us into a trap.
"You fools aren't getting a story out of me that easily." Kaelyn shakes her head as she stands, walks to the bar and orders another drink. Her hips sway as she walks, trying to catch the men's gaze. So easily manipulated. "No, no story for you." She walks back to the table with a flagon in her hand. "But how about a poem?" "I once was a bard for a ruler,
She bursts out laughing as she finishes and takes another long swig of the mead. "This sure does warm your bones. Almost as much as I could." She winks at Vecil. I still don't trust him. But I can make him like me.
"Quite the wordsmith, aren't you? Give me a few more drinks and I'll tell a tale far greater than yours. But then again, I'm just a "good woman" to you, aren't I?" She gave Black an angry glare and then downed her drink in one swallow.
I do not trust this one. But he needs not know that. The soft features of Kaelyn's face turned harsh only for a moment when the man entered the room, but she quickly recovered her wits and put on a smile. "Not many strangers come and go through these parts. And that face of yours makes me no less uneasy. But I jest. Kaelyn Cain, at your service." She bows low with a flourish, her natural grace on full display. Her red vest glimmers in the firelight as she smiles again, attempting to disarm the man's wits. "I'll join you good folks," she says as she pulled up a chair at the table, running her hand through her short, blonde hair and lowering herself into the seat. |