Kairon Daaltin's page

Sandpoint, Varisia.

Been a long, long time since I picked up pen 'n' ink to add to this. So much been happenin' on my road . . . . But, seems I found a home-y place to stay in fer a while.

Been trackin' down any word of Blackscour outbreaks, and it's lead me here -- away west and north of home, all the way to the coast. Haven't been in touch with any of the church's clergy in nigh on two years, now. Suits me jus' fine. . . . . Well, there's a few fellow believers here, but they ain't as . . . stuffshirt as the ones in Almas.

Town's been havin' goblin troubles -- there was a big raid the night I showed up in town! A few of us out-o'-towners stepped up and helped, since the guard was spread so thin. We did good work.

Geara -- strange fightin' style with that sword like Goruck's. She's got a good heart, though. Supposed t' have fairy-skull piercings on her . . . uh . . . under her breastplate. Wild!

Hans -- he's just got a strange blade, period. Got a chunk o' hilt, and he can make a silver blade o' pure magic! Seems he's lookin' t' find his balance 'er sum'thin' -- he ain't the most accurate fighter I seen. Sure tries hard, though.

Lina -- good with a bow, good in the woods. Li'l bit of an odd sort, though . . . .

Apothica -- I don' care how gorgeous she is: you can smell the crazy on her. An' that's *before* ya hear her scream folks' faces off . . . . No. Literally.

Marco -- Another dhampir. Dodgy kinda guy, but he's interested in goings-on. Been a good help the last couple days.

Anyhow, more later.

As the party makes its way through the fort gates, Kairon gives a sudden shout of recognition. He hustles over to a water trough outside an establishment and begins a heated discussion with a rather large half-orc accompanied by an equally large wolf, who appears to be content with having the trough to himself. After a few moments, the priest turns back to his new allies, his expression frustrated.

Seems the Jaldith brothers got word from a friend that called 'em away in some 'merjuncy, or somethin'. Vak couldn't find anyone to go back with him to get me, till just a bit ago. I'm glad y'all happened along when ya did! Me'n Vak need to catch up to 'em, as there's still the matter of payment, and I agreed to help 'em fer a fortnight. This is where I take my leave, friends. Mebbe I'll see y'all again, someday! Sarenrae keep you!!

After a few kind words are exchanged, Kairon rechecks his gear and then heads for the nearest stables, the rangy half-orc/wolf pair in tow.

*exits stage left*

Fun while it lasted, folks! :)

Bidding the Stondes a fond farewell, Kairon gathers his belongings, but leaves ten gold crowns on the mantel over the fireplace. As he strides outdoors, he calls to the others: Well, let's move on! Lots to do today!

Gonna get my retcon post made . . . . And then we'll tie off Kairon's bit of the narrative as gracefully as I can manage.

Just as Aldhranhald is readying Guiness for a night of watch-keeping, Kairon more thoroughly peruses the nature of Boudacia's wound and its attendant poisoning.

Blessed Surgery Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Blessed Surgery Heal 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Hmmm . . . . Yeah. You'll be as hale as can be by morning, Boudacia. That I'm sure of. Lemme see if I can help ya along a bit faster, though . . . .

Bringing forth his winged ankh, the priest calls upon the soothing strength of Sarenrae. Αποκαταστήστε τη δύναμή της!

Lesser Restoration Ability Damage Healed: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Once he evaluates the spell's efficacy, Kairon gathers the remainder of the party close together, save Tamlara, and channels the vivacious energies of his goddess, mending wounds and easing hurts to the last extent of the grace with which he is blessed.

Chain of Channels (Four): 8d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 4, 3, 2, 6, 2) = 30

Finally, he turns to Tamlara with his satchel in hand, and treats her injuries by dint of raw skill.

Blessed Surgery, Treat Lethal Wounds: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Blessed Surgery, Treat Lethal Wounds 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Good enough for you to regain 5 HP, Tamlara. Not much, but it'll help a bit more than just a night's rest! :)

Kairon bows his head politely at the introduction. Nice t' meetcha! If I can help with anything, let me know. I'm a healer by trade -- and soon enough I'll be helpin' Boudacia recover from a bad spider bite. Be no trouble to tend any hurts or complaints y' may have.

If y'all say the vegetables are good, I'll be fine with going to the Stonde farm. Me'n my group just headed in straight from the fort -- meetin' some new folks'd be fine by me! Seems a day for it!

Kairon looks at Boudacia's wound briefly and then assures her: I'm pretty sure I can have you sorted out by morning. If you can tough it out till we get to wherever we stop for the night, I'll take care of it then. Sound good to you?

Multiple doses do not alter the Cure condition of the Poison, and meeting that Cure condition ends all doses of the poison. (Italics added)

This says nothing concerning the effects of a poison dose; it merely indicates that the dose(s) is/are no longer in effect, as I understand it.

I must admit -- the poison rules are . . . wonky. And more than a bit unclear. I may be misunderstanding them. But I would have expected to read: " . . . meeting that Cure condition ends all effects of the poison," for me to unswervingly agree with how I've read your treatment of the matter, Joynt/Boudacia.

Of course, I should also disclaim that I'm a player with a vested interest in his character being relevant and useful. :D lol

EDIT: Is there an onset delay for the spider poison? If so, then it's likely the second save would have prevented any Str damage. If not . . . .

Sure! Maybe we can find out what happened to the rest of my group, while we're at it. I kinda expected 'em to run into us by now . . . .

And we still need to get Boudacia's Str damage addressed . . . .

We have pits, ropes, create water, and (surely) prestidigitation.

Bathtime = SOLVED! (-ish)

I have supplies enough to last a couple more days down here, but I'm fine with making a trip into town. I'll go along with whatever works best for y'all.

Peering into the room, Kairon approaches the wispy verge of the mass of webbing and reaches out with his right hand. Σπίθα! he calls out, and a red-orange burst of energy lances out into the network of strands.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Shifting back a pace or two, he waggles his eyebrows at the others and says, Let's see what happens!

I can do just that! Always keep a bit of the Dawnflower's flame about me!, says a grinning Kairon.

Except when he goes pit-diving . . . . lol

And on that note: Gansu could use it -- or Kairon, perhaps. I think I'd recommend giving it to our best scout/tank hybrid character, whomever that may be.

EDIT: Tamlara? What say you?

After retrieving his spear and stowing sword and shield, Kairon trundles along in Guiness' wake, musing. Seems a good bunch. If a bit weird . . . . But, then, I am, too! Once we rest, we'll find out more about each other . . . . He jostles himself free of thought, and nods to Guiness. Ready when you are.

Token Assist, please, to a square adjacent to BG.

Ohhhh! The . . . bat. Good to know! Kairon's mystified expression slowly fades away . . . .

:D

Wayne? Who's that?

Kairon braces himself against the others' weight as they make their individual ascents, nodding to Aldhranhald to give them a hand up out of the pit. Once he notices the pile of coinage, he looks around at the group. Even split, right? . . . . And where to next?

Y'all done spider-diving down there yet?

As he shakes his head, grinning the while, Kairon uncoils his rope and lowers it into the pit. If we take our time, we shouldn't have no trouble gettin' you three back up here . . . . Ya crazy loons.

With a dull growl of frustration, Kairon once again grabs handfuls of spiderweb and tries to tear them away. An' what to do if I get this junk off me? Spear won't reach far enough, no battle magic to call on, and no good reason to go pit-diving . . . .

Strength to Extricate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

As he strains to free himself from the webbing ensnaring him, Kairon mutters: Never seen so many folks want to dive into a spiky, spider-filled pit. Good thing I've got a rope!

Strength Check to Break Free of Webs: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

My bad. Missed that. *facepalm*

Nevermind. The post said he dropped the coil **into** the pit, and then jumped in . . . . . I'm as perplexed as my character is . . . .

Was that not a full round's worth of actions? Standard to lose a spell slot, move to retrieve the rope end, right? I *could* finally ready my shield, right?

Utterly dumbfounded by his new friends' . . . tactics, Kairon struggles to bring Sarenrae's power to bear on his own behalf. His baritone rings out ασπίδα της πίστης! as he grasps his ankh.

Concentration (Surely I can focus through some webs . . . .): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 vs DC 16

Then, releasing the symbol of his goddess, he takes up the other end of the rope that Guiness left lying on the floor, and shouts: Get out of that hole, you maniacs! I'll pull you up!

I *hate* dice . . . .

Dodge the Wicked Web (Reflex): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The darkwood haft of Kairon's spear clatters on the stone as he looses it. With a few deft steps, he passes between Gansu and Guiness, drawing his scimitar as he goes. In the blink of an eye, his light shield is at the ready on his left arm. Focused and silent, he aims and strikes at the web binding Tamlara.

Scimitar!! attack vs web: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Scimitar!! damage vs web: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

What's this? Another threatened crit?? I'm shocked! (Roll to confirm scimitar critical threat.): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Critical Hit Damage (if needed): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Free: drop spear. Move: 10' due east, drawing scimitar as he goes (+1 BAB). Swift: quickdraw light steel shield. Standard: swing away so we can get an archer able to . . . arch. lol

1) I *think* I got the quickdraw shield right. If not, I'll try to edit it out; we'll certainly forgo it if it isn't legal. :) . . . . And 2) Token assist, please!

Dag-nabbit!! Ah, well. Hopefully the damage will get ya loose, Tamlara. :)

I think Kairon's 10 feet of movement and "tippy-toe look-see" account for two move actions, so he's finished his turn. Unless, of course, I'm incorrect about the Perception check being a move-equivalent -- that idea may be another of my old 3.x holdovers: the Quick Reconnoiter feat was needed to make it a free action 1/round . . . .

Kairon eases into the hallway and stops beside Boudacia, peering into the pit to gauge its depth.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Bah. Crummy rolls. And Pythagoras is my bane. Anyway -- 'Token Assist', please!

And then who goes swimming in web-slime to investigate valuable contents post-combat?

I love the idea! I'm in favor of it!

(For the record: I checked *both* threads before doing anything. Maybe I can set a new trend for myself!! lol)

Uhhhhh . . . . Well, . . . I think using a dead spider would just be . . . ummm . . . more effort than it's worth. Besides -- ya might . . . uhhh . . . throw your back out, . . . or something. Kairon returns Aldy's sidelong glance with an expression of wry humor, fully expecting a "tough guy" retort from the dwarf. And burying anything good in there under an extra spider means we'd have to work twice as hard getting it out of the way . . . . Kairon's grin widens even more. Ahem. As your physician, I cannot recommend any spider-lifting as a worthy exercise regimen given your current state of health. Somehow, the priest manages not to snort a laugh.

If we wanna spring it, all we'd have to do is put some weight on it, right? Ain't got a crowbar, but I could push on it with my spear, maybe -- as long as you or Guiness would grab me by the belt, Gansu. Though maybe Aldhranhald or Tamlara have other ideas . . . .

Hey! Wait up!

Kairon hustles after Aldhranhald and Brother Guiness, calling the rest of the dawdling party after him.

Token Assist, please.

Well, if goin' 'round is easier, let's do that, then! Lead on! Kairon peers over Aldhranhald's shoulder at the map for a moment, and quickly decides he should leave its interpretation to others.

I hafta call in a "Token Assist" -- I'm only able to post via phone, and moving icons on the map is a no-go . . . . :( Put Kairon anywhere that seems appropriate!

Kairon leans up on his tip-toes and tries to look over his shoulder at his posterior. Yup! Behind, with magical support, and a bit of armor, too! He flashes a mischievous grin at Boudacia, and adds, . . . but we should clear the doors here before going further down. The priest sidles up next to Guiness and Gansu, waiting for the door to be opened. And as for my group . . . . Well, ain't seen 'em in hours. It's not that far to the surface, though. Those two brothers prob'ly got into more trouble with them humorless knights back in town. Vak'll come back, eventually; Arko and Marcus?? Hmmph.

Apologies: I was *far* more tired than I thought -- I fell asleep before posting to ANY of my PbPs last night . . . . Shameful!

Kairon quickly stomps out the fire he just started, giving a nervous cough and looking quite embarrassed . . . .

Kairon snorts a laugh at Aldhranhald's jest. Oh, if I really got started, I'd talk us all to dust -- even you! As he goes about helping peel webs from Guiness and Gansu, he adds: But be careful whatcha ask for -- you may just get it!

Once his two compatriots are de-webbed (mostly), the priest kneels close to the spiders' weaving and murmurs σπίθα. A small spark leaps out at the tiny strand of web before him, and quickens into a small, happily-dancing flame.

Anybody need any help?

Frustrated by the lack of room in which to move, Kairon expels a heavy breath as he stabs past Guiness at the blue spider.

Longspear: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 4 = 7
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Longspear Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Wow. Reckon I'll just hike my way back to the surface now . . . . *eye roll*

Just landed back in TN. Back at it!!

RE: fudged dice rolls

Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Huh. It's not as easy as I first thought.

I just don't do it, though.

Dealing with failure(s) makes for better story.

Your earlier post did specify 20% miss chance, Stormstrider.

Just remember to hit the spider in the mist, BG gets a 20% miss chance since he is only 5 ft away. Others would normally not be able to target it, but since there is clearly a web coming out of that spot & BG is probably giving some sort of indication that it is there, you can all try, but unless your adjacent, it will get the 50% miss chance.

Seeing that Guiness has engaged another creepy-crawly, Kairon once more attempts to bring his longspear to bear.

Longspear Attack (vs Blue): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 4 = 13
Miss Chance (>50 hits): 1d100 ⇒ 55
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Hope you recover fully and quickly, Gansu!!

Also: I'll be traveling this weekend, and may be slow to post. But I *will* be keeping tabs on the thread. :)

Trivia Question:

Black Spider is around a corner *and* beyond an ally from Kairon's current position. Would that equate to soft cover and improved cover from one another?

Kairon steps forward and right, taking position behind Gansu. With a vicious thrust, he aims to kill the spider that's hauling away the warrior that offered him beer.

Longspear Attack, soft cover: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 4 = 5
Longspear Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Token Assist, please! 5'-step northeast; standard action attack.

Crud.

Still have to wait for the black spider's action, though, right? Or should I go ahead with my action?

Just so, BG. I got sidetracked by the distance traveled, rather than the action taken to do so. Derp.

I stabbed a baddie! Yay!!!