Hi there, all!
Can I just ask the GM to mark the game as inactive, since it's mostly just blocking space on my Campaigns page.
Thanks, and it's been a pleasure playing with you all!
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What's going on here? Are we still playing? Is the GM taking a big pause? I was kind of getting involved, I like homebrew...
Grabbing his axe from the tree, throwing leaves and bark everywhere, Kair roars and charges at the bandits.
Kair shrugs, chopping the tree, watchful for attacks. "I certaintly wouldn't like them to get that idea. It's hard enough killing werewolves as it is. As for vampires, I'm grateful to never have met one, but I believe they don't shop, but simply... acquire things. And people."
"Ugh. Classic highwayman trick. Gut one or two, the others flee. Sometimes they flee regardless.", says Kair, looking at the tree, twirling his axe in his hands. "I'd presume they laid either traps or an ambush around the tree. I'd cut through it. Wouldn't take me long, just mind my back." Dismounting off his horse, Kair attempts to move closer to the tree. "Watch my back.", he mutters, ready to chop in the tree.
Kair draws his axe quickly, looking around. Turning to the others, he says, "Something's in the woods. Be on your guard."
Kair wakes in the morning, and goes down to breakfast, waiting for the others, and keeping an eye on the stable boy as he prepares the horses. As the other start coming down one by one, he greets them all with a raised flagon of watered wine and continues his business.
Kair nods at the priest, surprised by the answer. "I see. I agree, there are many worse patrons than the Reaper. I am glad to see everyone here helping out and staying together." He remains silent for the end of the journey, only answering questions asked, before saying his goodbyes to the priest at the church and heading back towards the tavern, ready for tomorrow.
Kair looks at the rest, eating his food with conviction. "I suggest we head to rest now, and be ready to set off as soon as possible tomorrow morning. We'll be able to catch a carriage if we hurry and don't have disturbances along the road." As the priest leaves, Kair would suggest walking him to the temple. "Father. I meant to talk to you about matters of faith. I recognised the symbol of the Reaper of Reputation in here. I don't mean to inquire too deeply, as he is invested in matters neutral to what I aid in, but what purpose would he serve in a small town such as this?", says Kair as he walks the priest back, as a genuine curiosity.
Kair downs another swig of his wine, noticing its rather nice taste. "Father, we have came here following a fugitive on Baron Dorumand's orders. He is a well-dressed and well-spoken young-looking man. He would've been travelling around in a carriage, and probably passed through here not two days ago. Have you seen him?", he says, looking with respect towards the old priest.
Norgorber... Why would they have symbols of Norgorber... Kair stops as he sees the symbols of the Reaper, and takes careful note of the location where he sees them, without drawing too much attention to himself. Back in the tavern, he enjoys the meal in silence, and then as he sees a proper moment, whispers to the others, "It seems like a nice enough place. But, I don't know if anyone else noticed, there were symbols of Norgorber. I would be careful during the night. I suggest we get rooms, two in each one, and keep watch. I wouldn't advise for staying, however, our mission is too important." As he finishes saying this, he resumes eating and looks around the tavern.
Kair looks around, then makes a holy gesture to the priest, before asking, "Father. It is wonderful to see the town being so devout. Have you been having trouble with undead recently?" His mind jumps to count how many times a holy symbol has been seen in the area.
Kair looks at the father, and bows down, ready to receive Pharasma's blessing. He takes off his coat, revealing the numerous holy symbols and psalms engraved on his body, and ushers the others to do the same. "Thank you, Father. It would be an honor for us to receive this blessing. Know that not all who wander are lost, I have given the same rite to a misguided one not one night ago." He remains still, muttering a prayer, until the priest begins chanting.
Kair, feeling a bit sore after a long, long drive, dismounts as he sees the guards, and hails them, waving his hand. "Hail! We traveled through the entire night to reach here. We want nothing more but rooms to sleep and a hot meal!", he shouts, showing his hands as a sign of good gesture.
Kair, looking at the sun settling down, grumbles, "Hrm. I suggest we keep moving. Almost all of us can see in the dark, and time is of the essence. We can sleep when we reach the next place."
Kair dismounts and begins making torches.
As the others set on the road, Kair seems determined to move on faster than before. "I'd use the most out of the daylight as we can." As he's turning around to the others, he then realizes that only Vasili should have problems in the night, but keeps it to himself.
Huh. Kair looks at the shapeshifter, and looks at the rest. "Lycantropes... praying on the weak. At least this one is dead now." He stands up, and turning to the others, says, "I'd like to give this one a proper rite. We can't know if he was born one or made one, but just to be sure." His voice leaves no room for argument, but as the others think about the mission, he continues, "It would take me at most quarter of an hour. Take the time to tend to your wounds or to calm down the horses." He looks at Vasili holding the wand out, and points out to the giant bite mark on his thigh.
Afterwards, he continues, gathers some materials in the woods, and performs a quick rite on the man, closing his eyes, burning some incense and drawing a spiral on his head with the ashes. "We can leave the body next to the road, or let him in the river. It's irrelevant now." He then goes back on his horse, and waits for the others.
Kair's axe lands swiftly on the wolf, preventing him from standing up for a long time.
Kair attempts to move next to either the sleeping or the prone wolf. If next to the Sleeping one:
As the wolf falls to the ground, Kair takes a swing for his head, grabbing his axe with two hands. The axe flies resoundingly in the wolf's head, almost splitting it in two. If next to the prone one:
Kair continues his whirling fury of blows, slashing towards the prone wolf.
His axe catches the wolf the first time, but the second blade catches in his armor, resulting in a loud clang.
Kair continues to focus on his foes, whirling around. Seeing Vasili injured, he shouts, "Stay safe, we got this!"
Kair takes a small step to the north, trying to flank the wolves attacking Cruentus. He lets out a feral roar as his axe flurries around the beasts. "Stand behind me!", he shouts at the werebatkin.
Kair swings his axe at the wolf biting his side, slashing once high and once low, cutting the wolf's legs from under him.
He then whirls his axe around his back, ready to strike again.
Kair looks at the wolves with anger, and charges the wolf attacking Vasili, swinging his axe in two hands.
Kair says nothing after hearing about the rushing coach, but nods at the ferryman in a friendly manner. He fixes the sadlle on his horse, checks the gear and hands the man the coins for the travel. Reaching the other side, he looks around, trying to find put what the fuss is about.
Kair sets foot on the pier, taking his horse by the reins as they disembark. Turning to the ferryman, he says "I understand. It's a good idea. We'll ring the bell when we're coming back.", looking at the ominous forest and the gnarled wood. At least if we need to run, we have the horses... He then grabs his axe and wait for the others to step on dry-ish land.
In the morning, Kair goes outside the inn, sharpening his axe and checking his gear, looking at the people of the small town passing by in the red shine of the morning sun. As he's done, he walks inside, and sees Vasili walking down the stairs with a smile on his face.
At the ferry, he looks at all the others, and says in a informative tone, "You know, there's a superstition that says vampires can't cross flowing water. It's complete non-sense, of course, but I wonder if they feel something strange or uncomfortable when they're moving over it. Amria, do you feel anything strange?", says Kair, turning towards the dhampir.
Kair looks at the conversation darken, his relaxed face intensifying. "I suggest we all finish our meals and head to bed. We're all tired and prone to arguments. So, if we're to forget the last exchange of words, we can enjoy another drink and enjoy the night. If we have time, we can pass through the festival on the way back." A half-vampire, a half-necromancer, a half-werebeast and a half-orc. I swear, if Vasili turns out to be half-something, I'll shut up until the rest of the task...
Kair eats slowly for a while, saying nothing. He eventually speaks, after rubbing his mouth with a napkin. "As enjoyable as the festival seems, I agree with Cruentus. We're not paid to win archery contests, and I'd think that'd be considered simply rude to the Baron." He then eats his last bit of stew, chewing slowly, and leans back, sipping from his drink. "I'd not keep you away from here, though. We should ask about someone looking like Redgrave appearing soon.", he says, turning to Vasili, as if telling him to ask the wench or the innkeeper. He then fills his pipe, puts his tobacco pouch on the table, and gestures to the others to help themselves, leaning back.
Kair listens to the serving wench as she lists the things, then nods, and says, "The cider, then, with stew." As he sits down and hears about the harvest festival, he smiles for a brief moment, looking in the distance. As he hears about the gates being shut at dusk, he nods approvingly.
I'd do it, but I'm already doing it for another campaign, so I'd rather have someone else take it. Good point about the coppers and silvers, though.
I would be able to, in a couple of levels. Until then, no.
Kair looks at the boy and hands him the coins. "Thank you, son. What's your name?" After receiving an answer, he gives the kid the reigns, giving him one silver coin, just by being impressed by him not being scared of the big tattooed orc, and heads to the inn. Walking in there, Kair notices the onlookers and stretches, showing some Pharasman silvers. He nods at the bartender, and proceeds to sit next to the others at the table. "It seems these folks aren't used to outsiders. Can't blame them, waryness keeps you alive in here." He looks at the wench and replies, "I'll take some stew and a wine, if you have it. Beer, if not. Is it you we have to speak to about rooms?" He then sits back and starts looking at other people in the room, slightly less tense than before. "So, Cruentus, how did you find yourself working for his Highness? I hope that your story is less tragic than Vasili's... He looks as if making small talk isn't his forte, but the intention to have a conversation flowing is there.
The look on Kair's face seem to change a bit, then goes to normal, if a bit long-faced. "Should've expected that...", as he hears the aftermath of the story. Seeing Cruentus start changing, Kair reaches for his pocket with one hand, and the handle of his axe with the other, before realizing what's happening, and mumbling an apology. "Don't know about you, Onvyr, but I'd leave eating people as a last resort only." Walking in the town, Kair heads to the stables. "I can take the horses in, Vasili can find us a table in the tavern." He will take other people's horses if they decide to give them to him. As he's done with the horses, after paying the toll, he walks over to the tavern and tries to walk in through the door.
Kair smiles at the story, and nods. "Words have power indeed. It's nice to hear a story that doesn't end tragically in Ustalav." He then reaches in his pack, taking out an old, worn pipe, and lights it up. The blue smoke fills the air and rises above the gnarled trees as the ranger looks around at his companions and the sky.
Kair jumps on his horse, after taking to carry the gear the party decided to retrieve, and leads it in the right direction. "I suggest we leave now. And thanks for the holy water advice. Good to know.", says Kair, with a completely neutral face towards Onvyr. He then rides alongside Vasili along the way. "So, Vasili, what's your tale? What brings you to the baron's employment?" Kair seems genuinely interested in what the well dressed man is to say.
"Well fought. It'd be smart to take care of their bodies. You never know when a necromancer or something may raise this scum to pillage and raid again.", Kair says. Realizing who he travels with, he gives Onvyr a look, his face saying nothing. If time allows, he'll give them the quick version of Pharasma's blessing and try to burn the corpses.
Saying nothing, Kair charges at the small figure , swinging his axe at him at the end of the charge.
He then grabs the other handle and stands ready.
Kair holds his axe at the ready, saying nothing.
Kair jumps down from the horse, drawing his axe while at it. He approaches the figure, with the axe in a relaxed position. If the figure looks at him, he waves with his other hand and looks back at Vasili.
Kair looks at Onvyr and Vasili and nods, "Hm. Good plan. I'll pretend I didn't hear that about the changes, though. Let's go there. People may see us, but I doubt anyone would try to stop us after we explain our business. Especially with our smooth talkers here." Looking at Cruentus, Kair says, "I can give you a ride, if you want. Just try not to startle the horse."
"Hm. Good point. Let's go there, then. I still would like to take care of him later. A corrupt constable isn't something that should be left alone.", says Kair, moving towards his horse, and checking his gear. He takes out his Double-Bladed Axe and puts it behind him on the saddle.
"Hm. Does someone know more about this Constable Igor? I know some matters are usually kept quiet, but not when His Grace is involved. Let's go and talk to him, and then go and talk to the women involved. Anyone has any other suggestions?", says Kair, swiftly stepping on his feet and looking at the group?
"A couple of names would be nice. Your name or your... establishment will not be mentioned, I swear on my house's name.", says Kair, a bit more firmer in his voice.
Kair speaks without moving from chair, "And these women he chased... Any of them we can talk to? Would greatly improve our situation, though I am aware most of them would deny such things in public."
Kair, content that he's being useful, continues to study the conversation, quietly, as unassuming as a big half-orc in a breastplate can be.
Quiet, pale, charming... "Pale, you say? Hm... Did he eat anything while he was here? Did he go out during the day at all? Please, do tell us more about him. I assume you were quite familiar with his... tastes.", says Kair, breaking the silence and looking at Arn.
Kair steadily looks at the conversation, readily leaving the more polite members of the party speak while he tries to get a good read on the people flocking in and out. Hm. I suppose people in here have something against plain speech... I'll just let Vasili and Onwyr speak, they seem to be quite comfortable in these environments.
Kair sits down quietly, looking at Vasili and maintains eye contact with Belko, trying to get a read on him and his general behaviour.
Kair looks at one of the larger individuals and gives him a stare. He then proceeds to calmly give him his rather worn double-bladed axe. He then sits in a richly cushioned chair and notions for the guard to come over. "So, sir, me and my companions are looking for a certain individual who may be involved in the Baron's business. I am sure that Vasili would talk to the men in charge of this place, but I wanted to ask you about your experience and opinions on one Redgrave." As he is speaking, he is playing with a cushion, his fingers going in a spiral motion on it.
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