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Consider me interested! I think I could try for one more game during the first half of game day six. I've been looking at reviving this character from a pbp campaign that died pretty early on. I'd be giving her an archetype that takes away the aura of courage (probably Holy tactician,) as a major part of my concept for her is the feelings of imposter syndrome and if she gains an immunity to fear then it'd be pointless.
Really trying to hope the sound I heard wasn't something wanting to kill me, I try to focus on my depressive spiral, but the sound has taken the edge off it... Deciding I should probably do something nice for the group I had sheltered the night with, I start to get a nice hot breakfast prepared from the abundance of trail rations I have. After it is well under way I start heading around waking people. and Mother said I had packed too many...
THIS WILL LIVE!!! (cue thunder and lightning) I'm back, though not completely settled in.
Good luck Aerrodin! I am posting this in every campaign but it should apply equally:
Barely able to get some sleep with the lightning falling all around, I find it a relief when Thia finally 'wakes' me. With a smile, it feels almost out of place, and a nod, I offer her my extra blanket again. rolls:
I spend most of my time on watch half-listening to the sounds of people sleeping. I'm instead focused on all of the things that went wrong today. I should have listened when the High General warned me this was the worst season for storms here. I've gotten my self trapped in a 'haunted house' with people I barely know because of that...
After my hours are up, I try to hide my bleak and morose mood behind a stern mask and proceed to wake up the next person. I crawl into bed, finally exhausted enough to drown out the storm raging through the almost too thin walls.
Distracted by the cleric before I can really focus on the house, I reply, "I can't say I have done much work with haunts, they are fairly rare in the places they allow trainees... We did study about them some, so I might be able to help." Having been distracted by the questions of ghosts and everyone's move to the room they had been in earlier, I start to gather my gear, ideas about the evils of the place pushed to the back of my mind. With the female warrior's return, and salute, I fumble a quick, duplicate salute back. "I, uh, actually am not a true 'paladin' just yet... I was going to take my vows after my pilgrimage, but I will gladly offer assistance when you need it. Although, we prefer the term 'Holy Warrior'." Puzzled by Aerrodin's words I cock my head and reply, "Why would I attack Thia, she's done nothing wrong and holy Warriors have been known to swoop in and save people before. It's actually refreshing she brought this up so soon." I retort in defense of Thia, slightly miffed he'd been so stern for nothing. "It's okay, HE obviously missed it was a joke..."
Berating myself, I drag my supplies into the room and start to set up my bedroll and blanket. "I do have my own bedroll, and even an extra blanket if you'd like." I reply to Thia as I hold out an thick, if slightly damp, blanket.
I keep a blank face through Aerrodin's actual introduction, puzzled about the bit with the house, and try to hide her smile over Vinnick's grumbling. With the lightning strike and the shriek, I can feel my skin start to crawl as my heart rate quickens and my body tenses. "I... I am going to stick around.... There is no way I am heading back out in this weather. I'd be glad to take a watch then. and no you didn't mention the 'death machine'." I utter in response to Aerrodin. Surprised how quickly people are adapting, I spend a moment casually getting my sleeping gear out and trying to judge whether any of them had committed or were actively planning heinous acts. I visibly relax when I realize they were actually good, or well behaved people. As I start to carefully unpack and care for my gear, I still can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Taking a moment to close my eyes and then open them not focused on any one thing, wondering if the house itself might be evil...
Expecting the worst from the heavily scarred woman as she rushes towards me, I prepare to deflect her incoming attack and strike back with mine, completely blindsided when she rushes past me and to the door. With a glance to the open door and the raving supposed wizard , I calm myself and close my eyes. Centered, I reopen them focusing on the lady at the door, looking for the tell tale ripples in reality that denote one steeped in evil. Finding none, I give a sigh of relief and comment, "I don't know why you are so intent to go outside. It's a veritable death trap out there..." When another man moves into the first doorway and starts speaking in more civilized tones, I listen carefully, giving a snort of laughter at his introduction of everyone. "Fine, a better explanation is in order. My name is Kvina and I am a holy knight of Iomedae, The Inheritor. I truly am just traveling; I am visiting, in order, the sites of my patron's 11 miracles before her ascendance. The fourth site is supposedly near here but I was caught in that deadly lightning storm and sought refuge here... I doubt a minor deity would be traveling with a tapestry salesman without any obvious stock, and that "nun" has a few too many scars... but I do believe Vinnick, if those are your actual names, would be a better juggler than wizard."
Eyes closed, I reach for the door to knock and swing through empty air. Startled, I open them staring at a demented seeming man and qucikly back up. I drop my sword in my fumbles for my sheild. Emblazoned with the Inheritor's crest and her paladin code engraved on the back, the familiar item calms me. Mentally chanting the code over and over, I fell for my sword from my defensive crouched position and finally start to pay attention to the people in front of me. At the woman's words I realize I completely missed the wizard's words. "I'm just a passing traveler, sheltering from the storm. Who are you? Did you make this fire?" I respond as I finally grab my sword and ready a defense if they decide to attack.
The only response to my question being the ominous creaking of the house, I move closer to my gear and draw my longsword. A family heirloom I'd rather not see rusted, I start to tend to it. I, however, keep an ear pricked for whoever started the fire. As the wood on wood sraping starts, I hastily gather my pack and approach the door in question, sword in hand. Heart in throat, I hesitantly knock. "Hello? I don't mean any harm. I'd just like to talk, and I'm sorry if I've offended you..."
I take a moment for the my heart beat to settle and the iron bands around my chest to relax before I do any thing but close the door on the storm... As I stare at the floor regaining control and praying that I never have to face a lightning storm again. I look up, taking in the decrepit state of the house and the slowly dying fire. I approach the fire, before realizing how dirty my boots were and taking a moment to remove them. I set them and my bag in front of the fire to dry before I actually examine the room.
After a moment I call out, "Hello, is anyone there? I'm sorry to be intruding but the storm outside is impossible to live in. I hope you can forgive me." I wait for a response...
Okay, good to hear.
I shouldn't have started a pilgrimage in the spring, I think angrily as the rain seeps through my coat and armor to sodden my clothes underneath. I shiver, more from the certain death ripping out of the sky and lighting up the landscape then from the cold wind. After a short prayer to Iomedae to protect her humble paladin and another to Gozreh promising to visit a shrine in the future if he doesn't strike me dead, I try to take my mind off the rainstorm by thinking of other things... Even though I put an oil cloth on my bag I probably still will have to dry things out... The lightning bolt striking nearby jolts me out of my thoughts and illuminates a house. In the deafening ringing from the thunder I run up to the house. The ominous creaking of the porch's floorboards and the foreboding disrepair of the house makes me think twice about using the place as shelter. But, as I turn around, another bolt strikes the tree in front of me and the image of a badly burned child's body flashes before my eyes. I rush for the front door in a panic, almost out of breath from my frantic breathing. I've never liked lightning storms.
Kvinn loved little children, they were simple to understand, didn't have many problems, and, most importantly, usually adored her. Thus the owl was in a near state of bliss from the show and all the little kids wanting to pet the 'owlie' afterwards. While Adra had to fence and field questions from the stiff adults, Kvinn got to play arround with the little ones. That is until the old lady decided she was too 'tired.' Good grief did the woman enjoy deceiving people. Disappointed at being taken from her fans so early, Kvinn barely listens to the plan as Adra lays it out for her on the way to the wagon, but this was important to getting the two little ones she liked most back... After leaving her master at the wagon Kvinn tries hard to stay out of sight...... while keeping an eye on her group. While tailing them as best she can, the owl keeps track of Adra's emotions as well; often she would be as good a sign as any of danger. The woman though didn't have the defenses up she normally did to keep Kvinn from flooding her with emotion. She must have been worried... Also startled from her reverie, Kvinn hones in on the surprise and dread from her master. About to swoop in and attack the threat, Kvinn stops as the relief from the old woman erases her previous anxiety. As it starts mounting again, Kvinn watches as the women approach the 'halfling' bird master and tries to watch for him leaving the crowd as well.
Unable to locate him Kvinn wait to see what the large one would do...
Finally released from the wagon and the two most boring birds she had met since her parents, Kvinn gladly takes to the skies and hides behind the wagon. She has always loved attention and this show promised to bring more than she every had experienced before. When called by Adra, Kvinn takes the time to reach the old woman, intentionally showing her night-sky colored plumage. Once there she starts preening herself while the old woman goes on and on. Finally she is handed the bag of candies and takes to the sky, happy to try win the adoration of the little children. After reaching the stage again, Kvinn uses prestidigitation on herself and tries to garner as much attention as she can from the crowd. She at times interrupts Adra's explanation or act and occasionally elicits a laugh or two. After the show the owl is perfectly happy to be petted, and occasionally fed by anyone who approaches. She even sometimes lands on the head of a little child or two, and hooting joyously. If she scares any of the children the owl quickly gets down and tries to nuzzle the scared child with her soft down... though this doesn't always help and Adra has to recall her several times.
Finally escaping the tent where thoughts not her's or Adra’s were constantly pelting them and making them feel bad, Kvinn starts fliting arround the place. She flies arround the camp, and the group's campfire in particular, ruffling hair, stealing hats or trinkets and placing them in hard ro reach places. She pays particular attention to Gidgey, and her not yet forgotten grudge. It takes Adra bringing out some chunks of meat, a real treat, to calm the bird down. She shortly gets riled up again when the Big Bird starts chasing the otherwise boring horses. The little owl flits in and arround the veritable melee, trying to sit on the horses while the run arround hooting on the other birds and hoving in front of the little rider. The troublemaker is shortly locked in her cage, probably as punishment for edging the group on. For the second time in two weeks, denied her fun.
As her master responds to Gidgey's antics with smile and a "Perfect," Kvinn takes to the sky and tries to sit on the goblin again.
Kvinn, being shooed off the nice goblin's head, takes to a near by tree in a huff that might have been more effective were she visible (and larger...) She then spends the rest of the time she's invisible playing tricks with people around the camp before heading back to Adra's wagon. She spends the next few days hunting, preening and pranking where possible. She also tries to play with both Bloodwing and Littlewing. When Meera comes to get the group, the owl lands on her shoulders and takes an instant liking to the orc. Kvinn even tries to stay on her shoulders during the trip to Greel's tent. But, once there, she notes the seriousness of Adra and moves back to her master's shoulder, intent on the proceedings, map, and tent.
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