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Keladry had watched the procession silently and when they all made their way inside he followed as well. He seemed a bit lost in thought but continued to follow each and every movement of his companions. He had just followed them for now. When each of them moved in a different direction he remained standing for a moment and then took a quick look around as well.
He watched everyone getting their bearings and getting up. He watched the whole debate between about the winings and stepped up to take the money. A grin caressed his lips as he watched the now owner of the pit. He would take the bag and then spoke once more. "I am sure you will remember that my fellow companion shouted 100 gold on me and my fellows, now, we can let it slip and go out and claim you never gave us our winnings due to the fact he was down for the count. However, he said me and my fellows, that includes me and the others standing..." He would let the words sink in for a bit before he continued. "So, let's work out a nice deal, you give us 50% of the winnings and the other 50% will go to Senzer Rulkep, and we will walk out saying you have been a man of your word and that you paid out..." His eyes never left the bartender
Weal's Champion +2/+0 (self), +1/+1 (allies) (1/day) (Su):
Once per day as swift action, a holy tactician can call on the powers of good to aid her against evil. Against evil targets, the holy tactician gains her Charisma bonus (if any) on her attack rolls against evil creatures, and if she hits, she adds 1/2 her paladin level on her weapon damage rolls as well. These bonuses last for 1 round for every two paladin levels the holy tactician has attained (minimum 1 round). In addition, for 1 round after the holy tactician successfully strikes an evil creature, all non-evil allies within 30 feet of her gain a competence bonus on attack rolls equal to 1/2 her Charisma bonus against that creature as well as a +1 competence bonus on damage rolls. The bonus on damage rolls increases by +1 for every five levels the holy tactician attains (to a maximum of +5 at 20th level). She can grant this bonus against more than one creature at a time. To gain this benefit, the holy tactician's allies must be able to see or hear her, and she must be conscious The presence making himself known causes him to his as he invokes Weal's Champion while stepping into the giant woman once more and bringing his mace to connect.
He contemplated on what was being said but shook his head for a brief moment. "If we let Selker believe that we are unaware we are meeting with a crimelord and that she thinks she has the upper hand we can twist the little trap around in our advantage. It might be dangerous, but it can work..." He frowned for a moment and then continued to ponder as he waited for feedback from the others.
The wounds taken care of by the healing from the Dawnflower. Sheeting his weapons and putting away the shield he let go of a soft cough before he regarded the rest. He listened to the exchange about how to gain entrance to crime lord and a frown caressed his features. "I am sure that going at it by force would result in more dead and wounded, most likely on our side. so I don't think that is a good idea to do." Musing at the plan he considered their options. "I feel that we need to find something that Rulkep wants to gain access to her and then take it from there, altough it will be a risky task, but do we have someone who can gain that kind of knowledge or do you know someone that knows what it is that Rulkep wants?" The last question was asked to Senzer...
He remained near Alafiar while he kept his vigilance. This time it seemed he was blending in better, or so that was his perception to it all. A wry grin was still caressing his lips due to Mareck dashing off while he thought someone looked wrongly at him. A short shake of his head had followed that excercise but he had remained silent. When Alafair went to ask for information he remained a bit behind her, as if to impose the importance for the other party to answer her question.
Now that the sound was slowly returning to him he let go of a soft curse under his breath while shaking away the last of the numbness. Know that things started to return he slowly got up and contemplated on the plan as he listened to Alafair. The woman seemed to know her way around but was indeed unhappy about the shake down. He got up from the chair and put one gold down next to Alafair's money and watched the man for a moment before he spoke. "I am sure you can give the lady the information she is asking for?"
The silence was more then annoying and he had made his way towards the next target when they all packed up and left, confussion showed on his face seeing as there was still silence due to the thunder. He watched Alafair her mouth move but no sound seemed to come from her lips. "CAN YOU SPEAK LOUDER? I CANNOT HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!" And yes, he was shouting in hopes he would hear himself due to the silence, welcome to being deaf all of a sudden!
"Gentleman, I am sure that this is all a misunderstanding and this can be solved in a mere diplomatic way..." With that said he had made his way forward to make sure that he was in the right position should combat happen.
He seemingly bristled when it became clear the party was about to split up. It made no sense to do so and it would put each and everyone in danger, it was common sense and a good tactic to not head out alone. Then when it was suggested he would darken the holy armor of Iomedea he was about to give Mareck a tongue lashing that would shame a local whore in a brothel but he decided to not do it when Alafair suggested he would be a bodyguard as well. He let out a sigh under his breath before speaking up. The steel in his voice was there, as if to let the others knowing that he was serious about it all. "It is not a tactical good thing to travel in 2 groups, it would be better to stick together. Yes, it might draw some more attention to us should we do so, but it also means we all arrive at our designation. If we travel in 2 seperate groups and something happens to the other group neither would know it and it would endanger our mission for the Society..." He let out another sigh when he saw that Batah was already getting ready to move out and his head only gave a barest sign of resignment before he regarded Mareck and Alafair once more. It would be an interesting time to travel with Mareck and Alafair that was sure. He reached for his backpack and pulled out a cloak and placed it over his current outfit, the small symbols of Iomedea were now covered, but the shield he was carrying and he made no sign of covering that up. Pulling the cloak over his head both his new travel companions would hear him whisper under his breath. "asking me to desecrate the holy symbols of Iomedea, the nerve of him..." With that said he straightend and regarded both of them for a few seconds. "Let us make our way then and hope our companions get to our designation unharmed. However, we need to set a time frame to wait for each other so that we know how long to wait before conducting our mission."
He watched Mareck as he decided to explain his comment in regards of him hitting the Varisian. The black eyes watched the man's facial expression but he never showed any compassion or emotion when it was explained, his features were unreadable. Inside his mind words tumbled over each other as he contemplated the ramifications of what he had done. Mareck had blood on his hands of his kin but if they had been decieved by some sort of fiend who was to blame them? He decided to not push the point and pushed it aside, there was no reason to cause discord when he was about to embark on a mission for the Society. When he spoke his voice was soft yet there was steel behind it. "I will pass on the judgement for now, seeing as we have more pressing matters at our hand. I do hope you are consider putting a donation to an Iomedea Temple for your transgression against my kin, even if they have been decieved." And with that he put the transgression behind, he was about to say something to the Master of Spells when Mareck decided to speak once more. However this time he was caught off guard by the seemingly knowledge the man had of the area they were going to and he did seem to have a fair grasp of the politics in the area and also had some sound idea's. He listened for a moment before his voice cut through the silence once more. "Iomedea will provide us with guidance and I have full confidence that we will make through this unharmed and without seemingly trouble. Iomedea will guide our hands and our path will be blessed by her guiding hand. However, your concerns are valid and I am sure the master of Spells can provide us with information about a possible alternate route to our goal should the need arise."
Kelasry approached the chamber dressed in a pure white coat that when walking would show a scale mail beneath him. On his back there was a shield showing the symbol of Iomedae and at his side there was a mace. Black eyes regarded those present for the time being as he got himself in a comfortable stance. A brow was raised when Mareck decides to show his prowess against the Master of Spells but his lips are sealed for the time being, this wasn't the right time to speak up. As Mareck makes his way around to smooch up to every woman in the room his lips curl up in a smirk till the point where a hand is reach out to him. "Keladry Ragefyre, Holy servant of Iomedae. And why would I hit you?" And with that the Varisian was ignored for now as his attention turned to the Chelaxian Master of Spells. His lips once more turned into a seemingly smile when the introduction was made. Then when they were transported he steadied himself for a moment before letting his black eyes take in the area in a quick moment, pondering on the location but his pattern of thoughts were pulled back to the Master of Spells when their mission was given. Each word would be noted and the names were all put to memory. A brief nod was given to the Master of Spells to inform him he was aware of the mission. Upon the offering of the scroll case he rolled it over in his hands a few times before putting it away. The leather thong would be placed over his head and then put under his scale mail. The black eyes watched the Master of Spells for a moment and then nodded to him once more. "The case will be protected, I will die before this falls in the wrong hands..." With that done he regarded his companions for a moment before speaking up once more. "How will we return to Absalom?" |
