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All,

I've grown shorter and shorter on time in recent months, and I kept hoping that my schedule would clear up, but it hasn't. It's gotten to the point where I just have to force myself to sit down and write, and that's completely the opposite of what PbP gaming should be. Wrestling with this dilemma, I've come to the conclusion that I need to cut back, and so I must withdraw from this game.

I appreciate the opportunity to have played with you all. It's been a lot of fun! I hope to have more opportunities to play with you again the future.

To all my games: I will be traveling now until July 1. I will have limited access to my computer and phone and will post as I am able, but please bot me as needed. Thanks!

Woops somehow missed the update.

Kera groans as the creature continues to wreak havoc. She shifts her attention to Kiley, causing her sword to dance ever so slightly.

bit of luck on Kiley, take the better of 2d20 for all d20 rolls next round.

Kera reaches out and channels a pulse of positive energy into Henric.

CLW @ Henric: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Kera maintains her charm on Stryn.

Bit of luck on Stryn: take better of 2d20 on all d20 rolls for 1 round.

"Kiley!" Kera squeals in frustration as her friend runs past her. "Th' beastie's thataway!"

Groaning, she turns her attention to Stryn, weaving a fortune charm on him from a distance.

Bit of Luck on Stryn. Take the better of 2d20's for a round.

"Foxpaw!" Kera curses, running in to get a better view of the skirmish.

K(religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Without a clue as to the thing's nature, she takes a guess that it's some sort of undead. She tosses her wooden butterfly in the air, catching it mid-fall with a deft hand. Instantaneously, a wave of cool blue light floods the space, engulfing the creature.

channel positive energy to harm, DC 12 Will for half: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Sorry everyone, we had house guests and I didn't expect to be so busy!

Kera stays put, holding her breath as long as she can...

Kera joins Henric in the hall, waiting to hear what Stryn has found.

"Oooo..." Kera winces at the pain in her gut, and at what she'd done in front of everyone. "Sorry 'bout that... Henric, come 'ere, let me patch us up..."

She brandishes her wooden butterfly and a soft blue light fills the room.

channel: 1d6 ⇒ 1
channel: 1d6 ⇒ 4 back to full

Then she falls in line behind the others as they continue to explore.

Fort DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Fort DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Oh, gross!" Kera manages to get out before losing this morning's breakfast, those hot sausages and porridge, on the moldy floorboards.

Embarrassed, but too sick to care, she runs straight out of room into the hallway, clutching her ribs the whole way.

"Yea!" Kera cheers on Henric and Stryn against the spider menace, even as Henric gets bitten. She runs into the southeast corner of the room, hoping to keep the spiders distracted until they've had a chance to burn them. "Stryn, got another alchy's fire?" She keeps her enchantment going.

Bit of Luck on Stryn again. Take the better of 2d20 on d20 rolls.

Kera wiggles her finger toward Stryn, her eyes twinkling.

Bit of Luck. For the next round, roll 2d20 and take the better result.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 I'm guessing this is a spider swarm :)

"They're Poison!" Kera exclaims when the spiders swarm out. "Spread out, don't let them crawl on more'n one'f us at a time! Weapons won't stop 'em. Does anyone have alchemist fire?"

Kera hops over the roach guts and enters the room. "Hmmmmm" she ponders the paper. "It's a map? But what's St. Hs.?"

Kera peeks her head around the door frame. "Is't dead?" Delay

"Eeek!" Kera squeals when the giant bugs appear. She can't help it. Cheeks burning red, she draws her starknife again. She gestures toward Stryn, who's briefly ensconced by a glowing, pervenche corona. She steps back closer to the door to make room for Henric. And to get away from the bugs...

Touch of good on Stryn (30ft range). +1 to attack rolls, skill checks, ability checks, and saving throws for 1 rd.

Kera has cast light on her holy symbol. She would re-cast as needed to maintain a constant light source for the group.

Kera peers anxiously after Stryn and Kiley as they advance deeper into the building.

Kera sheaths her starknife and approaches cautiously, holding her holy symbol ahead of her to illuminate the dim entry hall. She swallows thickly, afraid but also thrilled, as evidenced by the butterflies in her stomach.

Before they move forward, Kera quietly casts guidance on Kiley. That should bring your stealth up to a 19.

"Eek!" Kera steps forward and tries to cut the giant bug down with her starknife. Never one for melee, she gets lucky and lands a solid blow.

starknife: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
dmg, piercing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

"Crikey!" Kera curses when the giant bugs appear, then draws her starknife. "Kiley, chop their wings off!" Her words, although crude, carry a certain magic.

Bit of Luck on Kiley! For next round take higher of 2d20.

Kera gives Kiley's shoulder a little squeeze, then slides in and walks arm-in-arm with her on the way to the wreck.

"This looks... dangerous!" Kera says with glee. She produces her holy symbol and utters a word, and it produces a magical torch-like glow. light

"Who wants to go first??" She readies a guidance spell for the volunteer.

"Anytime! I always start th' day, and any difficult challenge with a prayer. With any luck, we'll be spendin' more days together!"

Following the prayer, Kera produces her harrow deck, shuffling it and drawing a card for herself. "Ahhh!" she says with a grin, stowing the card and rejoining the group. "I sense a storm's a'brewin."

1d9 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + (1) = 10 The Cyclone. I get a single +2 on any d20 roll modified by Str for the remainder of the day. This is from the Harrowed feat. My profile contains a spoiler explaining the dice rolls.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Look at that!

"Kynae described a powerful magic, a weird. Potent sorcery, it is, something we could only expect from a wizard of the highest order! That coupled with the sword. Whoever this Order of the Resplendence is, they have mighty powerful members, or friends. I wouldn't want t' confront 'em just yet, not least 'til have have other information. My vote is fer the wreck as well."

"But 'afore we go traipsing off int' danger, gather 'round, friends. Desna's got a word fer us..." Drawing everyone in close, Kera offers a simple prayer to the sky for good fortune in the trial ahead.

Using my Caravan Bond ability to allow me to use touch domain abilities on group members at 30' range.

Just as they enter the bakery, Kera takes a deep breath, reassuring herself of Desna's presence with them during their investigation. casting guidance.

"We could do it right ere, if yer worried 'bout 'im," Kera says. "Also, I'll buy a pastry while we're 'ere. You lot want anything?" She asks the others. "My treat."

diplomacy, guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9 :(

Kyra frowns. Kynae sounds like a lost boy trapped in a hard life. She hopes there's something they can do for him.

"Thanks Ladia, we'll be sure to be back to purchase some of your meats!"

Apologies, I'm having an extremely busy work week and am having trouble finding a chance to sit down and post. Please bot me as needed, thank you!

"Hi Ladia, I'm Kera! This's Stryn, Renae, Kiley, Henric, and Georgi. I'm new in town. How long ya been in Roderic's Cove?"

"That's quite a lot!" Kera says, giving a small frown. "At least five leads, I'd say. There's Roderic's Wreck, tha' rune o' Wrath, th' Horned Fangs, th' Roadrunners, th' first on the scene, Ladia Kelstrop. And that ain't even countin' th' bodies o' the slain. What'd they do with their bodies?"

"Well, sure!" Kera agrees eagerly. "Who wouldn't wanna help put such bad business t'rest? It sounds like you know more'n most, Audrahni. Where d'ya think we should start?"

"Don't worry," she says to Stryn. "We ain't gonna do nothin' bad. We'll keep on the up'n up! It'll be fun!"

Kera has a big helping of the frog legs. "Mmm, I could eat these every day!"

"I remember being in Sandpoint for a short while. It's a lovely town. I'm surprised that a goblin would have lived there - as I recall, Sandpoint was attacked by goblins about a decade or so back."

"Oh, aye, but it's seen its share of human criminals, too, 'n it still keeps them 'round." Kera smiles at Stryn, but her expression wavers. Why's he talkin' like 'at?

"Are you alright?" she asks Henric. "Look like you've seen a ghost. Oh, haha! You 'ave!"

Kera takes a seat between Stryn and Renae. "Hi, I'm Kera!" she says to Georgi, offering a handshake. "Yer a friend o' Stryn?"

"What brings some of you to Roderic's Cove?"

"Oh, I'm part o' th' caravan parked just outside th' town. We travel all up and down th' coast, wherever th' wind takes us," Kera says of her caravan. She takes a sip of her ale, leaving a foamy mustache on her lip. "Spent a lot o' time in Sandpoint. That's how I know Stryn! But I was just a babe when last we's in th' Cove, so everythin's new t' me 'ere. Seems real nice..." her voice trails off a bit, unsure if "nice" is the best way to describe an obviously haunted town. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve.

"What 'bout you, Audrahni? You been here long?"

"Sure.." Kera whispers back at Stryn, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"You know, this has been something of a harrowing experience for you. Let me buy you all lunch at the Creekside tavern. Perhaps we can talk some more there."

"Aye, maybe there's more of that frog leg stew they serve! I'm in!"

"Of course!" Kera steps back and gives Stryn the secret handshake they'd perfected so many years ago. Finishing with wiggling her earlobe, she claps her hands, laughing. "What're th'odds we'd see each other 'gain here'n now? What're you doin' in town?"

"Yes, Cap'n," she says as Henric tells the tale. "D'ya know anythin' 'bout these rival gangs, or why th'ghost o' Sir Roderic'd be so upset he'd rise from th'grave?"

"Stryn sorry to run"

"I knew't!" Kera squeals with glee, running over and embracing the little goblin with reckless disregard of his weapon. She takes a step back, beaming down at him. "Stryn! D'ya 'member me? We met in Sandpoint after m'mom Arya and them others raided the goblin village!" Tag Stryn

"If Sir Roderic is trying to warn us of some kind of danger would it just be gangs? The last time he appeared it lead to the reveal of the corrupt activities of our previous port-governor, Jess Gildersleeves, who used the town's tax collections to pay off criminals in Riddleport. Perhaps another conspiracy is afoot?"

"That's right, you're from 'ere! So, Roderick seems t'be th'towns protector, hmm? I wonder if there's a way t'speak t'im? Audrahni, is there a burial plot, or a tomb 'o some kind?"

"Oka--woah!" Kera allows herself to be pulled along by Kiley, struggling to keep pace with the much more athletic girl. Her cheeks flushed, her hair strewn wild about her, she approaches. "Renae, Henric! Y'alright?"

What's important right now is Sir Roderic's return. Do any of you know why he'd make an reappearance?"

"Well," Kera chews her lip. "Ghost's known to rise when they've faced unpleasant ends, or when there's unfinished business. In this case Roderic seems upset about th' conflict 'atween these gangs, the Roadrunners and, and... anyone know th'other?"

perception to notice Kiley's ancestry: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Let's see what th'others think, then we'll decide." She winks at Kiley. "Unless, 'o course, they're too scared." The two girls set out after their companions.

I'm in the same boat, haha. I'll be working on things around the house so should be able to check in daily.

"Criminy!" Kera gasps as the apparition appears. Her natural curiosity outweighs her fear, and she remains planted in her spot waiting to see what happens.

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Wait!" she calls to the others as they flee. Turning to Kiley, she huddles in close to whisper urgently.

"This place sure emptied quickly. You'd think everyone saw a ghost," she jokes before her expression turns more serious. "Any idea what the thugs and the ghost are about? I was just looking forward to some fun and earning some coin for my supper tonight and now we've got specters scaring away everyone that would see me dancing and her me singing."

"'twere a ghost, Sir Roderic himself, I'd say! Now, what'd stir things up such t'raise th'dead? Was't the gang scuffle last week? I did hear some died. One side's called The Roadrunners, I heard it said. Well this's a fine mystery, ain't it? Makes me want t'get t' th' bottom of't, ay?"

Subject to GM approval, a holy symbol tattoo will be one of my very first purchases!

Kera flips around, her hair billowing across her face. Reflexively she moves to smooth it back behind her ears. "Kiley! Mornin'! I was just sayin-- Who's your gob friend?" Recognition dawns. "Stryn?!"

It's at this moment it becomes clear a fight is imminent, so any reunions must be cut short.

"They're out fer blood, I'm sure! We've got t'do what we can to prevent folks from bein' hurt. There's kids here, too! I can count on you all, can't I?"

Still clutching her empty Possum Punch mug in one hand, she produces a small wood carving, a flat, circular medallion engraved with a rustic butterfly.

ஐ Lady of Fortune grace's! ஐ

As if in response her words, a gentle breeze carries the fragrance of juniper and lilac through the crowd. casting bless (+1 attacks and saves v. fear).

Not sure if I can produce my holy symbol and cast in the surprise round. But having won initiative, it would be my first action in the full round.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"A little bit alcoholic!?" Kera blinks and coughs on the strong punch. "Don't pour't on th' fire! We'll all be toast!" She takes another sip before subtly pouring it out over a dirt patch, but she hangs on to the mug.

"Ummm, Henric, Renae?" she whispers. "D'you spot that group there by Bimmer's cart? They're part of the ruckus in the Circle last week. I heard 'em speakin' of losin' their friends."

"'N there!" she nods her head toward the second group making their way toward the cart, trying not to be too obvious. "There's five with a grudge if I ever saw it! I think there's 'bout t'be trouble!"

Kera smiles broadly at Henric's obvious discomfort. "I'm two steps this side o' where I was, so take that for what it is!"

"Hi Renae!" Kera will never get used to being bowed out. She reaches out and gives Renae a pat on the shoulder. "The market's fantastic! Look!" Kera points to a patisserie's booth. There, a tantalizing spread of artisan, gourmet pastries lines the vendor's table. Cannoli, strudel, eclairs, fruit tarts, fig dumplings, apple pies, and other confections accompany loaves of milled wheat sprinkled with sesame seeds, white breads pulled and twisted into baguettes, and round loaves of pumpkin bread crowned with pecan. The glaze of most of them reflects the sunlight, the coarse sugars reflecting the light like delicate, prized jewels.

"I want t'eat everythin'," she says soberly.

FYI guys the gameplay is open. Let's roll!

They say that, in dreams, the world is at its most real. When we lay our heads upon our pillows or satchels, when we stare up at our ceilings or canopies, when we bask beneath the light of the moon and stars, we see things a bit differently. Unburdened by plans and problems, we experience things as they are. The world can simply breathe, and in its exhale we are captive to its whims.

It's for this reason that Kera begins each day with a prayer of sorts (more of a conversation, really), in which she reflects upon her dreams and thanks the Great Dreamer for sending them. She doesn't question them too much, insteading trusting in the guidance of destiny. She apologizes to the universe for the tracks she is to impart upon it that day, and asks for its patience as she finds her way. Like a shooting star traversing the vastness of space, hers can be a lonely road. But like the stars, there are numerous travelers with whom she might share the burden of this journey, and she asks for safe passage for them in kind.

It is in this way that Kera begins this most fateful of days. Stepping from the back of her brightly-painted vardo, she hums a little tune as she brushes out her long hair, her best and favorite feature. Its texture she'd gotten from her mother, whose hair was likewise wild and, it was well known, had a mind of its own. Hers was not independently intelligent but was equally difficult to control (there aren't enough prestidigitations in the world to tame this rebellious mop). Its auburn color, however, came from her father. At least, her mother said so, and she'd have to take her word on that, because she'd never met the man. Her mother said only that theirs had been a passionate but brief encounter on the road, when Arya was a much younger woman. Two shooting stars, they'd been, flying in different directions.

Among her clansmen, she leads the morning prayer, then helps herself to a breakfast of hot sausages and porridge.

The rising sun finds her roaming the Circle amid the hustle and bustle of market day. "Mornin' Henric, Renae! Th'air's crisp as an autumn apple, i'nit?" Tag Henric and Renae.

Sounds good to me!

RE: Circle Market Items - If you cannot afford the item you roll currently, don't worry about it. The item will remain available until bought by one of the PCs. If you can't come up with an item that you want, you may be able to come up with something another PC could use - the discount isn't exclusive to your PC.

Renae, feel free to make use of Kera's market roll and get that potion or scroll. Kera is currently low on funds!

Second, with Kera, since you grew up in Sandpoint and your mother was part of the 'Heroes' you would have likely come to at least know of Stryn since he was friends with one of the other 'Heroes'. He made a little bit of a life for himself in Sandpoint until after the giant attack when his friend and the 'Heroes' left Sandpoint and he eventually got press ganged. Could be as little as a passing familiarity or more than that depending on what you think.

Connecting on the caravan to at least give us all a passing familiarity with each other could work if we wanted to avoid the awkward stage of meeting new people, but I'm ok with only some of us having met on the caravan and others not so we still have to do some team jelling at some point. If we go the route of only some people on the caravan then I think it would make sense for possibly, at least, Georgi and I not being on there, since Kera and I may have a link that could tie those two separate groups together.

I would LOVE to have a goblin buddy! You'd have met Kera's mom, Arya. How old is Stryn? Kera was only ten years old at the time, but a friendship between a goblin rogue and a little human girl would be amazing. Also, I actually prefer the scenario you've described in which Kera and Stryn haven't seen each other for a while. As you say, this would allow us to link the two groups together.

Kiley, as a lover of song and dance, you'd hit it right off with the Varisians, including Kera.

Renae, if Kera and Renae are close friends, that would be an easy way to connect you with Stryn as well.

Henric, you might be a bit of a loner, but you're smart enough to realize there's safety in numbers when traveling the wilds.

Georgi, your story has you beyond the range of the caravan, which is fine.

So here's a possibility:

Traveling with the Caravan (as least temporarily): Renae, Henric, Kiley, and Kera

Roaming the Woods: Georgi and Stryn