"Has yet to be properly setup or was it already... erm, used?" Kathe takes note of where it is and will be careful should she need to move by it...
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Kathe gets out of the way as the two ratmen scurry by... but her ears are perked at the mention of a dangerous wizard. This was not something she was aware of or somehow completely missed in passing conversation. At first it was just going off to a barn, then it was some ruins, then there were ratmen attacking. Now there's some dangerous wizard? It was getting interesting, but the 'in over her head' feeling was not going away. It was, in fact, growing...
Kathe tags along, all fifth wheel-like and such. She sticks to being at the back of the group as they sate their curiosities with the exploration and hopes that her presence will be justified at some point. Though, if she is honest, not being needed for something like a combat is a good thing.
"I'm not entirely sure... uh, maybe just shout when we're about to enter a room. I don't think our presence here is a secret. Anything here that wants to lie in wait is either already doing so or listening for it. But maybe with enough evidence that we're not easily stopped, we can get attempts at diplomatic resolutions over with before putting ourselves into harm's way." Otherwise, she offers a shrug, unsure truly how to proceed with such hostilities... however non-threatening they were proving themselves to be. Albeit, they are encroaching on someone's hovel. She doesn't quite know the history behind these ratmen and their relationship with the town and hopes the killing is justifiable...
"Perhaps we should announce ourselves and intentions? Not that we haven't more or less made our presence known throughout the whole tomb."
Immediately seeing how little room there is, and her inability to do anything useful in such a space, as in it's too tight to summon anything, Kathe moves back down the rope. She doesn't want to be the reason anyone's having a difficult time. "Oooh, you... you all do what you're good at," she calls out as she works her way back down the rope.
Not wanting to be the only one not up, Kathe follows after the others...
Confused as to what's happening atop the rope, she looks around and hopes she's not the only one staying behind at the moment. With fighting in such close quarters atop the rope, she'd rather wait until there's more room... "What's up there?"
Kathe decides not to voice a contrary opinion. She would be very interested in the vaults and such... from a historical perspective. Entirely anthropological and not at all with a profit motivation. Well... not too much so. Expeditions and digs need funding, after all. Research is not free.
"Well... it's not necessarily a conjurer quality," Kathe says, still a good bit satisfied at her luck of having only just recently read up on some arboreal beasts and those twisted by magic. When it came to traps, however, she'd let someone else's expertise shine through... whoever that happened to be.
"It was a krenshar... a beast born of magic long enough ago that no one would really be able to tell if it was created or was augmented at some point. They likely live in arboreal regions such as these and can come in numbers from just one to a dozen. So, there could be others if this wasn't somehow a pet..." Though not particularly good at spotting things, it doesn't stop Kathe from looking around, and she moves to center herself with the others as they move into the tomb. She observes the area... knowing that old places can be brittle or weak if not well maintained, and given the growths outside, that could likely be the case.
Kathe visibly shudders. "Krenshar... I cannot fathom how such a creature came to be. Magical, obviously... apparently covering your ears does not help.
"All I can tell you is that it's relatively young for ancient ruins, so... a dejy burial tomb. Find it odd that it's sitting here undisturbed, neither used, visited or well, robbed even, as is the fate of a lot of them can be. Though, I guess locals might be able to tell you more about it. Are you saying rat-faced as in literally with the face of a rat or is that some colloquialism or metaphor?" Kathe speaks from near the back of the group and also makes no move toward the tomb than has already been made. "Perhaps you could tell just within the first few feet of the entrance if there's been any activity within.
Kathe continues following, feeling compelled to at this point. Might as well, no? But when the party reaches a tomb, she finds it... simply curious to be there.
Kathe follows along as well, still feeling dragged by circumstance for the time being but also by curiosity. Ratmen... who? What? She's usually interested in knowledge and learning new things with a smattering of other things here and there.
Kathe feels like she somehow agreed to something without understanding all of it. Non-confrontational by nature... she just tags along. Though she is a bit disappointed at not being able to meet the other conjurer. Someone as focused as he is supposed to be is rare. She's too curious... being the only one so devoted to just one school. Some call it foolish... she calls it committed. Yet she's never been tested. It'll be interesting...
"Is... is he at this farm?" Kathe questions as the group apparently just walks away. She follows them hoping there's some answer to her question. But she's not getting it, it seems and soon it's a bit too far from the village to turn around. It feels uncomfortable... awkward even to just break away. Plus she was curious as to what two people that could wrangle a griffon were going to do next...
She responds to the human cleric, "I'm Kathe, a conjurer from one of the circles..." Then she looks to the elf with an uncertain expression before continuing "... I was curious as to what he was doing up here. And what do you mean 'short a conjurer.' Not that conjurers aren't the most useful of the schools - one might say I'm biased in that opinion. Have you a need for a conjurer?" The prospects of continuing travel and exercising her arcane prowess was certainly something Kathe craves. Usually wanting to stick to herself, she isn't one to go out and do so alone, however. Yet, if an opportunity presented itself... she would take it.
"That was rather impressive the way you handled that creature," Kathe says as she approaches the elf and human that helped secure the beast, but her eyes take in the basiran and halfling at the same time. "I assume you are part of a group together? Might I ask of you if there's another conjurer from one of the twelve circles here? I heard word of one, but... well..."
Whatever happened to the other Conjurer?
Nothing to be sorry about. Just not sure how to drop in on the PT smoothly enough.
Oof that was a spirt of activity in what seemed to be a weekly update (playing catch up?)
Kathe takes her belongings to her room despite the loud conversation about a rat-faced individual, dismissing it as idiomatic for some untrustworthy individual. She gathers her notepad and leaves the room soon after intending on checking on the winged creature to satisfy the mild curiosity and the growing mental list of what the creature could be. "There was another conjurer out this way..." she mutters aloud, hearing about another in the area and then proceeding to think on the hypotehtical situation of running into them. She did like meeting others like herself who enjoyed poking holes in the fabric of the plains and calling for aide.
"Yes, yes, that'll do... private please," Kathe says, withdrawing a purse with a clasp from an inner pocket and producing five silvers. "Give to you or... would it be Thurgald?" She will see to putting her belongings in a room before venturing back out to walk among a market or see about this odd winged creature.
Kathe finds the Fireside Inn at the center of the village, passing through a small crowd gathered around a cart. She's more pressed to find her luggage set away in a room than to mill about with the locals for the time being, and awaits in the common room for what she hopes will be someone to come get money in exchange for service. "Lad," she calls out to the half-ling having responded to a gray elf calling such from across the room. "A bit of the bread would go well, but first I would like to see someone about a room." The human woman stands with two cases of mismatched luggage just inside the common room, boots with an average amount of travel worn into them and better than average cut to her clothes. And air of study should be visible from her, as if half of what she carries around with her are unnecessary books.
Amy feel free to jump in! I'm not entirely sure how. Can I get a better description of what's around the pt, town, inn at least? Never really jumped in like that before without a good reason for being somewhere. Kathe isn't much of a traveler but she might be from the local area or from a city nearby if there's books or a library. Being a seamstress, she is also able to make various clothes but specializes in utility items, like belts and straps, which also make her good binding books. She could easily just be in the Inn, but would keep her nose to herself unless there's another reason for her to run into the PT.
Grease is one of the required spells, imo.
While I want to play a conjurer like I have Kathe currently built, I don't know if that's what's best for this PT, seeing some of the posts. You guys might need a dedicated evoker or just a generalist. (maybe even a druid focused on summoning/animal companion). I'm fine rebuilding Kathe to be more generalist. Currently, she is a focused conjurer, with necromancy, enchanting and evocation as her denied school.(1 Necromancy is rather pointless imo, enchanting can just get silly as it becomes a fallback on too many occasions and I thought about challenging myself without having evocation). BUT if that's not what the party needs ,then I can easily rebuild her a little. Please let me know. ^_^
Alias for Kathe Swann.
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