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Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

If she's the one that touched that little boy, you're going to have a flanking pardner there, buddy.

'Course, if he raped Celeste, Kari's going to hunt him down and bleed him slowly. And take joy in it, too.

CHAOTIC neutral.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari's eyes narrow at the Haf's statement that he is no longer a child, and his curious glance at his father and the color in his cheeks suggests... Could there have been a woman willing to harm a child in the camp?

"Duma," Kari whispers.

"There are more to a man than 'is prick, child," she informs Haf, her amber eyes hard. She glances at his father, the blubbering woman. "Ye cannae help yer example of one be poor."

Shaking her head with disgust, Kari joins Aedon.

Aedon, Perception DC 25, Sylvan:

"We will follow their trail ten minutes, then walk a perimeter. If it be the giant folk them lads met with, soon as not meet them without our companions. For good or ill."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari frowns at Haf's statement. "I dinnae harm children," she says, and rises to her feet. "If ye've the breath ta question mine honor, ye can attend yerself."

She plays with the bone like pin in her hair while Rufus lords over the altercation, and bites her lower lip. How like Artyom he seemed, and Kari passive as she was then. Flirtation and satire were clearly the wrong tools to employ with one unfamiliar with radical freedom. A loose thought skitters across her mind of carrying on ahead while he shrieks at Aedon and slipping into the camp alone. She entertains it a moment more, considering what manner of valuable information she might learn if she were allowed to continue alone, but considers the fate of Celeste. Without healing magics, it was far more likely she'd simply suffer.

Observe and report.

"Milord, beggin' yer pardon," Kari interjects rolling her shoulders and gripping the hilt of her sickle. "Ye are speakin' from yer arse, and it be an awful stench. The boy and his stick left track a horse could follow. Best askin' 'em what it were tha' so distracted their van tha they coul' be away."

Kari pulls her sickle and stands with her legs shoulder width apart, glancing up at the trees. "Also, ours weren't the first arrow, and that dinnae strike this man and his child.

"But if it please ye, speak longer on the horses and what ye will do whilst us little folk ponder what is already amongst us."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Paranoid? Definitely. Schizophrenic? Nope.

Kari remains beside the boy, fixing Rufus with a frosty glare when he speaks to her. The child had been carrying a stick and a crossbow. She did not understand why the pair had not run when her spell was meant to frighten them away. As Gizsmith restores the boy's health, she caresses his cheeks, hoping to see color blossom on them again.

Kari untrained Sing 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

As the others move to interrogate the blubbering bastard, Kari leans in to the boy's ear and begins singing an festival song in Hallit. The content is as tame as she recalled the couples blushing as they touched hands during the dances being, so long ago when she was only a child of sin. As she sings, she weaves Prestidigitation and removes the blood from his hair, skin, and clothing.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari clenches her teeth and smacks the father over the head with all the might her small body and balanced center of gravity can muster.

"BASTARD!" she cries shrilly. "YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!"

Fuming, Kari stomps over to the boy, pausing to touch Rufus's hip gently before kneeling down beside the prone child. Her face is stony as she looks at the blood leaking from him, wetting the ground.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Oh god, we're running now... denied DEX to AC aaaaah!

Kari withholds a shriek as one of the two persons neither had time to identify falls to the ground, lethal arrows and bolts sprouting from his body. Am I the only who will not kill a sentient creature on sight? she ponders and frowns. Rufus makes a mad dash past her, in a blur. Kari shakes her head and moves forward to flank, but instead of pulling her weapon, raises her hand.

"Easy now, lad," she soothes. "Consider yer mate there, all stuck with arrows as he is," she says, pain in her eyes. "If ye take swing, if ye hit, ye will be done. Surrender, lad, and I will see that this one," she shrugs over her shoulder at Rufus, "dinnae crack each one of yer teeth."

Kari Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 +1 if he's a Bandit, +1 if he's inclined to be sexually attracted to Kari.
this dice roller hates me.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Nah, immigration issues. Soviet Norway, man... it sucks.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

hey guys. husband was sick, then went to a cabin in southern norway to stare at each other with limited internet capabilities. not something we get to do often since i'm leaving in another month.

Third round should be fun.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari Initiative 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 while I'm at it Kari Knowledge Nature 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
What can I say Rufus? Kari's being chaotic isn't confined to her behaviors.

Kari's heart beat seems to still and her vision narrows on important details as the bandits come into view. The stick the furthest carries is not such a great threat, though she certainly would not appreciate a broken rib, however the scabbard at the nearest's hip frightens her. Mortifying flesh-

And an arrow she thinks as the small projectile lands, and seems just as surprised as its intended targets.

Kari smirks and raises her hands to hide her face, then when she withdraws them, traces a vision of a twisted faun over her features, one of its curled ram's horns broken and the other wet with gore. Its eyes are unmatched, one a putrid yellow and the other like looking into the black of night. Scars in Giant runes adorn its gaunt face and she licks at elongated canines as though hungry for human flesh.

Linguistics, or Giant:

The runes Kari has applied to her glamor read I feed strays and Apples are delicious

Surprise Round Actions:

Kari casts Haunted Fey Aspect, designating B2 as the target for her DR 1/ cold iron


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari glances back at Aedon, then hearing the movement ahead of them, presses a finger to her lips. She mimes a figure walking, then points to a shrub near inviting Aedon to hide, then dashes to do the same herself.

Oh, yes, it could well be a bandit poised to run into the three very mean and heavily armed bastards she had stalked away from, but the possibility that it might not be, but an animal that might, when startled, harm Kari's very ripe flesh is also quite high.

Kari Stealth 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari acknowledges Gizsmith with a nod, and uses her spell to clean the excrement from Pan as well, gesturing to make his mane smell like summer sun. When Lyster laughs at her, her head immediately spins around and she glares at him.

"It were men like you hung me in the gallows, violated me and left me to sh*t myself and madness," she growls. "You WILL NOT laugh at my expense again," she snaps, her expression almost feral.

Kari Intimidate 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Fuming, Kari dismounts Pan. Her fingers curl several times near where her sickle hangs on her belt, and her spine is rigid as she jerkily pulls her flute case from the assortment of items on Pan's back. She pulls the instrument from its leather and flings it elsewhere, revealing a crudely cut wood flute carved with what appears to be flowering vines, and kneels at the base of the tree.

Sylvan:

"With this, our apologies for not arranging a proper tribute to you, little ones."

Kari rises, rolls her neck, snapping several points of tension audibly and refuses to meet eyes. "I will walk from here," she announces before stepping away.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari, splashed with excrement, chuckles.

Sylvan:

"Our thanks for such a rousing display of your favor, little ones."

She looks to her companions and grins before making the motions for Prestidigitation. "If I hadn't humility before, it is like better I displayed some now, hmm?"


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

It's all in the dice for Kari. 4 is a respectable attack modifier for her build, but this dice roller hates her.

Rufus seems to be written for taking over the leadership role while everyone else just seems to work around him within the perimeters he sets. Like any good mostly chaotic group. :P


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

It was probably the trophies in her hair :p

Rufus, Perception DC 25:

"Be at peace, young idol. I have watched a larger band melt for dallying where I ought not have. Be assured that if I possess any interest in sating that appetite with you, I would not be so vocal... But you might," she teases at the last.

Kari winks at Rufus as he completes his examination, and begins speaking the words for Prestidigitation, creating a crystaline looking object in the shape of a thin tuning fork which she uses to pin her plaits of trophies up with the remainder of her braids and knots so they do not obscure her vision or, jumping a few times, jangle when she moves.

"My thanks," she says to Rufus, then scrambles atop Pan for the riding portion of their trip.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Ugh... rolls... well then, here we fail.

Kari Stealth 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13, Stealth Extra 01 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13, Stealth Extra 02 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Kari Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Oh my, everything above five today! how special.

Kari submits to the examination with mischief in her amber eyes. "Coul' nae wait till we was alone together, eh?" she comments loud enough for all to hear. "I can hardly blame ye," she jests and giggles. She does, however, keep her arms above her head and makes no attempt to touch Rufus at all, and moves only when he directs her to.

She has no problem with someone with better sense arranging the pile of tools, tent and other essentials she has on Pan. "Jus' dinnae put mah ammunition where I cannae reach," she purrs. "Our reach not bein' equal," she says and smiles, glancing up the foot Rufus has on her own height.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

"Mmm, carrion," Kari purrs, presses against an elongated canine with the tip of her tongue and gives a feral grin. She nods in Aedon's direction.

Giant:

"Will be pleased ta have ye. We'll pause two hours out, rid ourselves of the horses, yeah?"

Kari speaks to Aedon in Giant, then rises, pulling her striped hair back behind her ears. "We all of us should not underestimate what the wee folk feel be pranks. Maylike... we can hope they will not believe announcing our presence to our foe woul' be entertainin'," she growls and twitches her tiger nose. "In any case... we'll nae be useful sittin' here, gainin' fungus on our asses."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

"Half a day's travel," Kari corrects gently. "As for how close I can get, that depends on ye seein' ta Pan for the first. And if need be, I can make myself invisible for a time and run through the camp if I like."

Kari purses her lips, which would be adorable if her tiger mask had whiskers. "For only a short time, mind," she says. "If I can set mahself where I will nae be spotted, I might spend a while there, learnin' the folk. May like we can take 'em better come nightfall. If this Kressle is the kind ta take her menfolk down when the mood strikes 'er, all the better," she suggests and shrugs.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari wets her lips as she weighs Gizsmith's and Salvator's arguments. Gods above knew it were true that bandits were the laziest piles of filth imaginable when it came to routine, and her lads would only expend what effort necessary to fill their role to the letter, well... most, there were those that lived for blood - Kari colors and coughs.

"What are we ta say, lads?" she inquires. "Ye war-like men, save fer yerself, my chromatic foil," she nods to Gizsmith, "are like only ta arouse suspicions, as it were."

Kari traces the line of her lips with a fingertip. "Shall I stroll into the camp and claim the magnanimous, lordly and lusty Happs spanked mine bottom fair and pointed me in yon direction to enlist aide against an unknown foe?" she tries. "Say the gettin' at Oleg's be prolonged on account of seige, having met a superior force with dragons," Kari's eyes were alight. "Else some horribly cruel sorcerer," she nods to Rufus and giggles. "What might ye expect woul' cause a number of cowardly, ignant wretches to abandon their comfort?"


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

"Mystery poo!" Kari announces, picking up her pan pipes by spearing her stick through one of the holes. She grins and lifts it in front of her. "Now that is a fascinating prank," she coos and smiles brightly, not conscious in the least about her state of undress.

She flings the pan pipes away from the camp, then casts Prestidigitation to clear the poo smell from herself, shrouding herself in the scent of lavender, and while she continues to concentrate on the spell, gives herself stripes on her face, and in her hair like a tiger as she dashes back into her tent to dress.

Kari returns, having dressed, and sits with her striped palms resting on her knees.

"We will be walking very near an established base," Kari hums, her expression mottled by tiger stripes across her face. "Might be best to assume that the lads would have trapped it, first. As for folk in towers... I would say blinding them would be best, else intimidate them with some form of magic..."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Sylvan:

"Your critique, while amusing, is not quite productive."

Kari, clad in not but her shirt crouches over her pan pipes and pokes them with a stick, wondering where the little lords found the excrement. She studies the excrement for a time, trying to determine if it is animal or human.

Kari Knowledge Nature (poo) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
I am fairly certain this dice roller hates Kari.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari Perform Wind 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Kari accompanies Rufus's mime with an equally juvenile tune on her pipes, not appearing happy in the least with the product of her pipes. When she has finished her song, she studies them intently for a few moments, wondering how it is she could play several notes so flat when the finger holes have not moved in the least.

"Fer all the gods, it is a wonder I managed to entertain Mikhail in the least," she sighs, throwing her hands up.

"Do be recallin' the tall lads," she says as she rises and hums a spell in Sylvan, creating a spectral light that takes a vaguely humanoid shape beside her. "I will join friend Aedon on his watch. And perhaps the critters will be kinder to our gullets this morn'."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Sounds reasonable to me. She would set it a good ways away from the potable water, to keep wandering monsters from roaming through.

Kari slows when she registers that the light is beginning to fail, and rather than keep the trail, begins searching for a location to camp. Running water makes bathing an option, one she considers bringing to the attention of the lads, but provides a great deal of danger as well. She asks whoever is willing to gather firewood while she digs a pit in the earth to build it so the flames will not be so visable, making sure to make the pit wide enough so that lack of air does not choke the flames. A second hole for the latrine is dug twenty feet from the clearing, well within the light source.

"My apologies, gents, but I dinnae believe ye woul' like ta meet the tall lads in the dark while ye do yer business. Hae nae fears fra my chastity. If I thought yon Salvator coul' stomach the shame, I'da dropt trou 'fore ye, passed wind and spat too," she jokes and grins.

She overhears Rufus talking to Gizsmith while she pitches her one woman tent and frowns. No greater insult to a performer, she believes, then to offer coin as though her art was a service. It is true one could earn as though a wage... but that were given freely from folk who appreciated the form.

Kari Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14, Stealth 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Kari attempts to cleverly conceal a casting of Message and hooks a thumb at Rufus.

Rufus, or Perception DC 25:

"Very ill, Idol, very ill. Celebrate the craft, dinnae seek ta purchase. I will spin a tale when the fire has been lit, and ye will nae pay a copper."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Hearing no answer save the strange tongue Rufus speaks, Kari shrugs, flicks her assortment of fangs and talons back, and gestures that she will be moving ahead again. Fey folk were capricious, but not at all silly. Like as not, they would not approach such a large group of warlike men.

Kari jogs ahead a few steps, and eases her bow onto her back. If it were bandits intent on an ambush, the bow would mean so little it would be laughable. Her eyes search out shadows, and the source of any rustling while checking for fresh track.

Kari Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Kari Survival 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari spares Aedon a grin. "Aye, and if we be mistaken... ye woul' nae like ta learn what physical activities the wee ones take as entertainin'," she says for Rufus's benefit. She colors and her voice becomes hard, her cant completely disappearing. "It might also have been a lie my partner told to have his way in the wood..."

Giant:

"Swine."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari keeps ahead of the host, scouting as she might, but drops back when the itching between her shoulder blades becomes oppressive. Aye, she'd felt that pressure before, for nigh a week 'fore Limpin' Pete came on her like an animal, but then, there were little evidence it were men in the trees watchin', she believes. A clever group of lads would easily pick off a one here, then scatter in the chaos, and return when folk were a fright...

"F*ck mine ass," Kari sighs, pushing the plait with talons and fangs away from her eyes. "If this ain't the wee ones, the little lords, we are like in fer some entertainment," she whispers and spares a wicked grin for Lyster and Rufus, then winks and cuts ahead a ways again.

Sylvan:

"See yon golden idol, lords? In the spring of his youth, he is, and might be made to dance fer ye," Kari offers. "The short fellow with the chromatic beard is enamored of petty magics. And I... well, I could play ye a song upon mah pipes."
Kari untrained Diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 +1 if they are inclined to be sexually attracted to Kari.

Please, by the gods, dinnae make me come to that again. My heart cannae take the shame, Kari prays.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Okay guys, been feeling like crap of late, I'll read up and try to get a post in about what I've been up to while ya'll have been roaming. Just assume she's been scouting and that's why you haven't see her :P


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari smiles at the spirit of cooperation between the lads as she is pitching her one woman tent near the fire she built.

"The morn is ever friendly ta them who hunt," she purrs. "Wake me, friend Aedon and is like we'll have some manner of beast on the spit 'fore all else have stirred."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Bunch of Die Rolls:

Survival for Weather 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Survival to Track Hour 01 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Survival to Track Hour 02 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Survival to Track Hour 03 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Perception Hour 01 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Perception Hour 02 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Perception Hour 03 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari cannot help but laugh at Gizsmith's display. Calling upon her magics, she traces several sooty stripes down Pan's neck and shoulders, then leans over his side to write tiger on each of his flanks, then smiles broadly at Salvator before putting her knees into them and ambling out of the fort.

"Oh tremulous woe," she sings, the pitch of her voice sweet, despite her poor effort. "A night in the cold with nae a darling to warm me..."

Kari untrained Sing 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari nods. "Aye. Not a one of those bastards assumed responsibility for Celeste, or spoke of where they lay the lass down," she adds, her expression clearly pained. "Like too much to hope we might find 'er, still clingin' ta life... What little of it there be for 'er now..."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari smiles at Rufus's designation. "Woul' tha nae be the pot namin' the kettle?" she purrs, and deliberately tongues an incisor when Salvator can see.

She stretches and preens, petting the fox tail in her hair, then sets her plait full of animal trophies to swinging near her neck. "Well, the lads say their kin has towers in the trees, hmm?" she hums. "I know tha it be commonly said of us lads that we nae have a lick o' sense 'tween the odd dozen of us, but... One with an uncommon bit tween their ears maylike camouflage them towers with other trees," she says and glances at her nails. "Tower like dat, like ta attract the wrong sorts of attention in this plain."

Kari slides an arrow from her quiver and begins picking dirt from beneath her fingernails with its point. "I say we go where da trees are, hmm? And like ta find this stream."

Still picking dirt from beneath her fingernails, she absently listens to Rufus's tirade about Liberthane Knowledge Geography, 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18, Knowledge History 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 and reflects on what she might have heard about the country. "Fra far away are ye? Nae other explanation needed fra yer ignorance of the lads then, eh?" she slurs and then tucks the arrow back into her quiver.

"Woul' nae be an ambush when they've erry advantage," Kari says to Gizsmith. "Best keep an eye fra traps, and a good forty feet fra me," Kari suggests, and pulls herself aloft on Pan. "Shall we be ridin' then, elsewise stay here and admire our lovely hostess and continue to diminish her stores with our wyld appetites?" she jests and digging her knees into Pan's flanks, ambles the large mule from the trade post.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Damn, this game exploded while I was at table...

*sniffles*

ummm... i'll post sometime this morning, and since most of ya'll are in america, it probably won't matter much.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari's not that versed in religion to worry about cultists of Gyronna before the reveal their stupid hag faces.

Calistrians have their own information networks, b*tchy little bees. Information is not something we should be competing for.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Nope.

Keep the calistrians out of our brothels. Crazy bee goddess cultists who enjoy backstabbing should not be encouraged to come stay.

There's only one backstabbing slut in this kingdom, and it's gonna be me! Wait.. wait, allow me to rephrase that...

As I recall from the rules, there's still prostitution if you don't have brothels, it just isn't regulated, which means girls get hurt etc etc. It's the one aspect of the economy and society that Kari will take a really active interest in. Just like we can't all grow up to be president and someone has to pick up the garbage and dig ditches, there are some girls who won't ever be bards, but that doesn't mean they should be treated like crap.

The drugs thing is more of a precaution. Can't have our youngin's going into the fey infested forest looking for a high and coming across our random encounters now, can we?


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

I vote our first edict is to legalize prostitution and recreational drugs.

Then we regulate them and tax the crap out of those who indulge, just like cigarettes and alcohol, coz we all know how well that works, right? Right?


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

i can keep it in a google doc linked to my alias if ya'll would like.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari's eyes widen as she spies Rufus looking between her and the pile of filthy rags he pulled of their defeated and now burnt foes.

"Ye best collar me and beat me senseless lest ye believe I woul' put a one of that filthy mess anywheres near mah gash," she slurs. "Might wish ta hold 'em to a fire ye'self, watch the critters writhe around 'fore ye put 'em near yer nethers, too. Beasts who woul' do rape on a harmless girl might well be passin' things 'tween themselves in the longer nights, nae?"

Kari looks away, apparently disgusted.

During combat training, Kari plays her pipes and watches the various pairs move through their motions. When pressed, she will approach and use a clever application of her spells and intimidate skill to stagger her opponent, and dash about liberally with her sickle, treating the exercise as a dance.

Durned, ninja'd. She would have said it! :(


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Nope.

Kari aint gonna wear filthy rapist rags, either. She already picked up beat up armor so she doesn't look so far outta place, but that's the extent of her willingness to pretend for ya'll.

I imagine save for the hair and smellin' good for the most part, Kari looks like a bandit, anyway... She's not the type of bard that is really in it for the fashion statements.

I view Kari's CN as she has nothing driving her to be actively good. Clerics have gods with dogmas they need to appease to keep their status. Kari's just a bard. She hates bad guys, and will avoid being deliberately evil (keeping her lets torture these POSs as thoughts in her head and not actively indulging them). Maybe she'll find some reason to be good. Dunno. For now I shrug.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

my suggestion was more of a joke.

in my TT I was the only player who gave a damn that our country had codified anything other than laws. I built a whole cult of personality around our party fighter to have our citizens look to his example as an ideal.

i built Kari to be spymaster or assassin and keep us in the clear in terms of good versus bad acts by creative editing of our history. Like no one needs to know that Rufus beats up men who have no possibility of fighting back. no one is going to be looking to Kari as a shining example of virtues a citizen should have.

Rule of law stuff is a lot bit beyond us at the moment as aside from a few factions that can get along with each other, we haven't even coalesced as a group yet.

Baby steps.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

regarding the fourth bandit, that was the dude with the shakes i think we discussed leavin' out of the killing, but i'm not certain.

and yeah, the explore versus settle stuff is always sorta hinky. on the one hand, you get to the stag lord, kill his butt dead and take his stuff, then you look waaaaay up north and at the distance between you and new steven and get pretty uppity. most people don't look east and west at the psychos who kill other contestants in their tents so that their blood spills all over though, in case anyone forgot that :P


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

It takes all the effort of Kari's impressive will not to cut the c*ck off the mouthy one and shove it between his jaws before rigor mortis sets in and she mounts his head on the palisades. Of a school with Limpin' Pete the bastard was, she knows, and given several hours alone with the bastard he might die, if she ever grew tired of his screams of pain. Kari feels nothing for the others when she plants their gruesome blooms on the wall, nor when she watches what remains burn on the pyre. They are the lucky ones - dead in an instant, not left to rot for days, subject to molestation from every ignorant, impotent, piece of filth society protected.

Kari glances Aedon's way when he leaves the pyre. With the rain, and their precautions, it is highly unlikely that the fire will spread to do any damage to any structure nearby.

Hallit:
"I will meet you in your Hell, you bastards," she hisses when Aedon has gone.

Back inside the shelter of the walls, Kari removes her leather armor, and begins picking through what remains of the bandits things, looking for the least well tended set, physically gripping the armors and rending them between her two fists to check how much noise the leather makes. The least creaky she grins over and adds her brand new set to the pile. She listens to Aedon's proposition and rises, her feminine curves highlighted by the lack of armor and any particular decorum or desire to wear anything between her skin and the leather than her tunic.

"Aye. With Mikhail gone, I've no reason to stay on here," she says and shrugs into the battered armor she has claimed. She looks to the skies and attempts to gauge when the weather will be more favorable Survival check 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Aye, i know this as a player but the demonstration we were all present at as characters suggests that straying from our regent's charter is going to be punished. severely.

meet the new bandits indeed.

i recommend setting up our own trade union and slowly leaching business from Oleg, establishing a monopoly and controlling the price of every good in the area by offering ours at an extremely low price.

hehehe. CN and intelligent. :)


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

we're brevoyans, though, here on a charter to establish brevoy's rule of law. not River Kingdoms folk.

unless we're all agreeing to ditch the charter this early in...

'course, Kari, being a bandit herself is all too eager to ditch the gov't.

FIGHT THE POWAH!


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

*double face palms*

not guilty of thievery, assault, kidnapping, and murder, but of ignorance and sloth, huh?

so glad Kari is having her own pity moment, or she'd totally slap rufus's s~#$.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari chuckles at Oleg's suggestion. "How Avant-garde," she compliments and tips her rain soaked head to her host's wish. "Unfortunately, it is also incredibly silly. The stench will attract predators and carrion eaters, who might just as well assume that they'll find something equally tasty within. And there is the issue of pest," she adds sourly.

Kari stretches and smooths mud off her slim body with her hands, not quite preening for their elder host. If she were about to watch men who could be her fellows die, she would not looking like she had taken the odd tumble in the glades with Duma. The thought of her former lover excites her for a brief moment, but ultimately leads to thoughts of her former band and the days she spent starving in the gallows. Her countenance turns to stone, and she spins on her heel and marches from the shelter to complete the task she set for herself.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

"Satire is a difficult art to perfect," Kari says to Salvator and smiles brilliantly.

"I care not for the gear, myself," she agrees with Rufus, then looks to Aedon, and continues in Giant.

Giant:

"Might we see if your friend Reijin is truly repentant? I am willing to pay him a wage to carry my share while I keep my bow trained for threats."


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari narrows her eyes when Rufus volunteers to execute the bandits.

Observe and report.

Aye, and when these lads go the way of mine on account of Artyom, my luck with the bow will plant me in the ground, too.

"Listen, you, false idol," she says to Rufus, stepping very close to the sword she is sharpening. "You can like fool these bravos, but if there be one thing I know its men. And you can sit here and sharpen your blade and believe yer the only man of sense, yer lordship, and not a one of us could bare the shame of takin' a life well as ye, but ye would be wrong."

Kari looks to the collection and scowls. "If ye knew bandits half as well, ye'd take the heads as trophies, and mount them on the palisades. Else when we have gone, our host is like ta suffer greatly."

She shakes her head, then rolls her neck to release pressure with several audible 'pops'. "Salvator, and Aedon, might ye help a vulnerable female gather wood ta construct a pyre lest these beasts poison the ground our hostess plants her herbs and potatoes in?"


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Awh... I was just joking. Kari would really like to know what it is to be tall. Maybe a half orc or an elf.


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

My favorite GMing sketch

I don't think that we've done anything that would make us seem like new bandits. We've helped Svetlana and Oleg with the chores they would allow us to, and secured their little hovel.

Anyway, it's all about perspective. When we get a larger population, between the two of us bards, I doubt there will be a bad perception of us anywhere, really. History belongs to the victor and bards are great at the editorial process. Rufus could become a living god, heck, even Cayden's avatar if Kari passes her bluff check.

Can't wait till fourth level and access to alter self. Watch out, gents, you'll never know whose taggin' ya in the bum!


Female Human Bard/1 (Init 4; Normal Vision Perc +4, Hp 11/11; AC 17 [t 14, ff 13]; fort 3 ref 5 will 2)

Kari studies the filth on her hands a moment after Rufus's tirade. It appears at the very least that she will not have to work exceedingly hard to convince him that beating bound prisoners is less than humane.

"Have not killed a one," she answers, "but watched my mate beat another ta death for the crime of trying to push his rotten meat in me. Limpin' Pete he were called, and had the hate in his eyes when that stank descended to have his piece.

"I hate rapists. Every one. Ain't too great a number of women who will spread their legs as easy as me, but a trinket or some gold change hand, and that is oft enough for most.

"What of Celeste's second chance to be a girl who weren't savaged by these beasts?" Kari inquires, her amber eyes holding still to Rufus's. "For that matter, what of Celeste? Hmm? Hale is she? Delivered home by the dapper gents to bury the bones of her father with her own hands?"

Kari looks to Gizsmith when he speaks. "Removin' their c*cks makes 'em docile. Removin' their thumbs makes 'em useless. That's just earnin' us five more mouths ta feed that must needs learn to hold a cup. Better their first two fingers."

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