Kiroh's eyebrows knit together, worried. "Yes, let's deliver the items to the museum carefully. I've had enough with cursed items for a while." He looks at the documents for a while, lips moving as he reads. "This is not good. The Society must have a leak, somewhere near the top." He helps carry the items back.
Knowing his role, Kiroh grips his sword tightly. The rings jingle softly, this time as his hand shakes in fear. The half-orc yells in frustration, and charges through the tables with his sword held high! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Show yourself, coward!" He raises his shield, ready for more rogues to jump out from anywhere.
Kiroh stays in place swinging his jingling sword wildly at those around him. Afterwards, he pulls up his shield and calls out to the rogue with blue highlights. "You still have time! Run! Go and remake your life!" His redeeming nature seems to be callous towards those directly attacking him.
Kiroh's head swivels in place as he is attacked from all sides. He grunts in pain as the dagger pulls from his back. "Now THAT was an ugly move! That really hur..." He shivers as the light seals up his wounds. "Just kidding, fresh as a daisy!" He steps to the side, swinging his sword twice at the closest thief.
Guess who should have applied an oil before breaking open the obviously ambushed door? lol whoops
Fortitude, DC 16:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Kiroh gasps as the dart enters his chest, though a quick flex of his pecs pop out the weapon before it can discharge the poison. He looks up just in time to see the axe land. The half-orc roars, pointing at both assailants with one hand while he drops the crowbar with the other. "Repent of your wicked ways, in the name of Shelyn!" He pulls out his sword and shield, looking back at Trig. "Or Nethys, I suppose." Kiroh moves into the room, catching up to the scout. His sword's rings jangle as he points it at the pale attacker. "Don't be a fool. Redeem yourself."
Kiroh nods in appreciation and holds the Oil of Potency in one hand. Bottled magic, the gods are good. As the group moves to the tavern, he pokes at Trig. "These merchants are looking to put you out of a job! They haven't your wit, however." He slides the bottle into his pocket.
As Chupko points out the fake boards, Kiroh laughs heartily and easily removes them. The half-orc frowns at the lock and speaks as he inspects it. "We could... but everyone deserves a chance at retribution. I vote we go in and confront them directly." He shrugs, standing back up and pulls out a crowbar. "I'm an excellent lockpick."
If the group wants to go a different route, that's fine by me. But this Redeemer is going to try not to outright kill them without a way out.
If the group wants to go in and if the group isn't able to pick the lock...:
Kiroh looks down at his unblemished armor and frowns. "Stupid racist ticks, not liking orc blood." He kicks one of the bloodbags then sets about helping the merchants while his allies heal up.
Kiroh growls in frustration. "Ah, bite me! I'M DELICIOUS!" Seeing' Chupko's pale face, the half-orc swings twice at the pest then raises his shield. I think Glimpse of Redemption would work on these. Does that help Chupko out from last turn's damage?
Kiroh shakes his head. "I don't think these things stole the boxes, but they are annoying!" He moves a few feet, to the pest attacking Chupko. His sword swings at the pest then the half-orc pulls his shield out and looks up at the other flying shadows.
Kiroh yells, "SHADOW DEMONS!" and points at the new pests. Those things are scary! Big yikes. He runs straight into the market and up to the slower shadowing form. Once there, he draws his sword and swings! Haven't drawn my shield yet.
Kiroh looks up at Trig, flabbergasted. "No, I know I look tough, but this really hurts! I don't think I can..." The half-orc looks down, his face turning confused as the locations of the burns are now pure skin. "Whoa... Flesh wound, indeed." A huge smile crosses Kiroh's face and he bounds back over to the group. "Yepp, ready to go! About time for us to destroy a tavern anyway."
Kiroh ignores the flames licking at his legs and strikes down at the magical creature. "By Shelyn's light, that hurts!" He pulls out his shield and sets it into position to protect from the little fire demon.
Kiroh strides forward, drawing his weapon as he does. "Go to Shelyn's embrace!" But the uneven floorboards of the pier trip up the half-orc, who is unsteady on his feet.
Kiroh nods firmly, flexing his muscle discreetly. If the ship was small enough, maybe... The half-orc turns to go but pauses for a question first. "Do you have a contact at the Drake? Or at the shipyard?"
On the walk over to the Museum, Kiroh keeps chatting away about the camp. "It's great, there's NO reading. I'm not sure the instructors even know how to read!"
Kiroh grabs the bombs with a bit of glee in his eyes. "You know, I considered going to the weekend getaway alchemist camp since our last mission. I decided to go to training camp instead." He bends over backwards in a wide arc. "See? I'm flexible now!"
For a brief moment of insanity, I played with a Champion/Alchemist or Champion/Gunslinger. Then I realized I just need to start theory crafting more characters. lol
Kiroh's eyes open wide at the vision. Phew, maybe the clerics were right. This reading thing ain't half-bad. He nods and purses his lips at the assignment. "Hopefully there isn't a shadowy organization meeting there this time." He nods at the alchemist fire and acid flask that Rain offers, putting his vote towards those two items. "Swarms aren't my specialty."
Kiroh mutters a quick prayer to Shelyn then looks at the paper even harder. If looks could kill, this paper would be ash. "You're right, Chupko, they never did ask. Must be too good looking to be a scholar."
Kiroh grabs the fourth paper and squints his eyes, muttering to himself. "They're confused? I'm confused. If I wanted to read, I would have been a cleric."
Kiroh looks at the documents and frowns. "I'm not so good with reading." He takes a step back and shines his new glaive, with the holy symbol of Shelyn carved into the blade.
Alright, I really like the Redeemer playstyle so I'll be sticking with the Shield over the Paladin's reach weapon. Thanks everyone for recommending it!
I'll be hitting Level 2 which... doesn't do much. I'm taking a Fighter Archetype, which doesn't really do anything now but will unlock more shield options later. I got a proficiency in Acrobatics this level, which is decent.
As the glass completely misses Kiroh, he looks down at the cursed necklace in awe. Wow, a necklace of glass dodging? Out loud, he whispers. "Amazing..." During the report-outs to both Eando and Gorm, he is sure to add "And be sure to test the artifact for glass bending properties."
Kiroh nods and eyes Trig. "You have studied the spiritual more than I. But I will try to help."My bonus is small, but its possible. I'll come in an do Religion as well.
Fort:1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 1 = 8So now future attacks will bring me to Drain 2?
Kiroh looks at the gash along his shield and frowns. "Rude! That was a work of art, you know!" He swings twice, then pulls his shield up to make himself harder to hit. AC 22
Kiroh shivers as Trig's healing touch closes his wounds. "Ooh.. I may be a religious man, but that cleric's touch is so... GOOD!" He swings his sword once at the wight's skull.
Kiroh looks indignant. "Hey there, I'm religious too! And delicious, probably!" He swings hard at the undead defender, working to push through the beginning fatigue of the medallion. "By the Eternal Rose!"
Kiroh takes a step forward, pulling the necklace from his neck with the left hand while his right hand adjusts his jingling sword. Though your armor is a beautiful artifact, I cannot give you this one. The half-orc attempts to close with the Wight. Just before reaching the undead creature, he pauses. "Have you heard the story of the dead halfling and his pretty jewelry? Didn't work out so well for him." Seeing no possible redemption for the wight, the half-orc strikes!
Kiroh reaches out to graze the ruby's face with his green fingers. So beautiful... The half-orc takes a step back then turns to the group, face resolute. "I would be honored to guard this sacred artifact." He smirks. "But let's get out of here quick, shall we?" He looks around the room for any other hints of the item's powers before preparing to leave.
Kiroh's eyes widen, vacant as ever when it comes to literary content. "Don't worry, we're excellent at ignoring the signs to run away." The half-orc frowns. "I doubt these vampire demons are redeemable. Perhaps there is a way."
Kiroh frowns at the thought of destroying magical artifacts. There is beauty in all things, is there not? But the half-orc doesn't raise his concerns. "Did the scouts encounter any armed resistance when they went in there the first time?" He adjusts his shoulder on his back and looks around. "Our team is pretty competent but I don't know if we're up for fighting vampire demons."
Kiroh practically glows, filled by the encounter. "They weren't good with magic, that's for sure! Didn't keep them from dabbling with other-planar scaries though."
Kiroh's shield lowers as he moves over to the boulder, huffing as he goes. "Alright, little buddy, time for you to go back to earth." He strikes twice, the rings in his sword making a soft melody while the blade makes loud clangs.
The half-orc laughs over his raised shield. "Look at them! One tried to bite me! So cute!" Apparently distracted by his laughter, Kiroh's jingling sword scrapes along the outside edge of the closest boulder-thing. He raises his shield, chest still heaving from chuckles.
Kiroh smiles as Trig blesses his weapon. "A thing of beauty. Too bad though, they're kind of cute!" He nods to Quetzhal in thanks for surrounding the boulder then strikes twice!
He pulls up his large shield, staring down the rock-things.
Reminder, I have Glimpse active.
Glimpse recap:
Your foe hesitates under the weight of sin as visions of redemption play in their mind’s eye. The foe must choose one of the following options:
-The ally is unharmed by the triggering damage.
-The ally gains resistance to all damage against the triggering damage equal to 2 + your level. After the damaging effect is applied, the enemy becomes enfeebled 2 until the end of its next turn.
The half-orc leads the party, smiling at the junior agent's enthusiasm. Huh, didn't know there were agents more junior than us. He thinks over his religious studies but nothing about the azlanti texts seem to click.
Kiroh muses. "We are researching a research site. Interesting..." She pulls out her shield and begins to shine it. "I will protect us as we explore, but we will be careful."
Kiroh nods and smiles. "It was wild! There is beauty in the unknown." The half-orc describes in detail the torch they found, enthralled by the ancient magic.
