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Lachen comes to the desk, having spent much of his time between books and the two scholars. He seems angry, but perhaps more at himself that at someone else. I just can't do it anymore for today. Those two ladies are fine, I'm quite fond of Wreben, in a way, she's kind and gentle, but Gossa..She's too strict, she doesn't ask, she gives order, as if I was one of her soldiers. I NEED FREEDOM! He rubs his always clean-shaven face with his hand, thinking. Yet you need more discipline, Lachen. Freedom is nothing else than Chaos disguised, only law and order give true power, over oneself and over others. I don't want power over others! I respect everyone's freedom!
Then he points at the waves
Lachen isn't a man who likes to be where you expect him. So he spends most of his time reading the books with the two sages. The fact that they are women may or may not have influenced his choice.He doesn't flirt with them unless they made the first move, and seems genuinely interested in the books. He's ready to pool his gold with the team to pay for their services. Or to pay the sages in other, more carnal ways, should they want it.
Lachen L7 HP +10 (6+1 FC+3 Con)
Feat Cosmopolitan (2 more langages, 2 INT/WIS/CHA based skills as class skills: Diplomacy, UMD) Skills
Background skills
Gold 8332
32 GP left
Lachen would be mostly interested in having enough money to pay for a +1 enchantment on his armor.
Having picked the magical ring, Lachen shows it to Broom It's not a proposal, let's be clear on that. You deserve better than me, anyway. But won't you find an use for that? If not, I can, but I'm better armored than you are.
Lachen hesitates, unwilling to hit Reine with an errand arrow Come on, bring her to the floor where I can hammer her.. Do I look like an hunter?
Lachen readies an arrow, aims... and that's all.
Let's see who's standing last between your little tricks and my arrows. Being quite stubborn sometimes helps.
Lachen drops his hammer and takes his bow, his now large size giving him a booming voice
I took no offense. I'm the main source of melee damage, and can take a few hits. For all his bravado, strong langage, innuendos, Lachen can act "chivarously".
oh, you didn't realise, Reine, that Lachen put himself between you and the spellcaster to shield you? I'm glad I was subtle about it.
If that's all you got, you're doomed to fail. Seeing the Byakee attacks helplessly, Lachen moves to the fight, smartly managing to sneak out behing the Byakhee, even at the risk or getting hit himself, and taunting the already nearly dead creature misses. Can't touch this?
You know each other, it seems, and you hold a grudge for each other. Never good for a man to put his nose into girl's stuff...Talk about the beast and the beauty...Got more beauties on my side, and I'm as much as a beast, if not more, that this ugly fella. So that's a byakee, of course, see one everyday in the streets, but what can it do? And what can she do, by the way?
Lachen moves inside the room, not too far from Reine, not too close either, and focus his attention on the Byakhee
Lachen follows Hannah, and watches around for another trap, or many other traps. The man has a suspicious mind. That's maybe why he's still alive.
I can work my way out of simple mechanical traps, but magica ones are beyond my league. Too bad Declan isn't here anymore, we could have used him as a bait. Does the trap make the difference between a living target and a corpse? Maybe we can throw a dead body, or at least part of it, on the trap?Or summon a creature to take the hit for the team!?
I could use a heavier armor, I mean, I've been trained for that, but I prefer lighter armor, like this chain mail. Besides, being a crusader supposes you're working for a church, and I worship no gods, even if I feel closer to Calistria and Cayden's teachings. Freedom is important for me, something ironic considering I come from a Chelaxian's family. That at least, is what I seem to remember. Not sure if these are my true memories.
Lachen gets his clothes on back again, then his armor, while Hannah looks around for some loot probably. It wasn't wise from me to get naked in such a dangerous place, even for a joke...But thank you anyway for the healing. He seems genuinely sincere in his thanking
Lachen chuckles Well, if you are a doctor, I have no reason to keep my clothes on. Taking her to her word, his eyes burning with the temptations of sin, the fighter doesn't stop before he's totally naked and displayed on the sarcophagus Hannah: As the young woman bends over his body to tends his wounds, Lachen whispers in her ear
Liking what you see, doctor Sweetheart? The man's voice sounds slightly different, as if full of unspoken desires. Lachen himself is no adverse to a crude joke here and there, but this is something else, something that cleverly use Hannah's words against herself. She notices, however, than Lachen's hands are holding the edges of the sarcophagus with strenght and tension, and she reminds herself how he acted, nearly chilvarously, when she disrobed earlier, using his own body as a wall so no one could watch her. It's as if he was restraining himself so she's safe
Nobody will remember you. So die screaming, as Reine says, and watch us not caring at all.
I'll end in Hell, but please go first and warm a seat for me...
Lachen might be clumsier, but he isn't weaker, and his mastery of his favorite weapons shows off. Too slow? Won't care, if that means I can kill you more slowly and make you suffer even more... The man's eyes seem to take a red, outwordly hue, and a demented, vile smile appears on his lips as the big hammer catchs fire for a few seconds, just befire striking. Even his voice changes, becoming deeper and with a sharper edge. Let's strike the iron while its hot, as they say...
"and now we're going to kill you." Lachen nods at Reine's words, and adds Violently. Bloodily. and charges, his muscles overgrown with the magic of the priestess
Well, I wasn't up to task in the fight, but I can only do better next time. Let's keep being cheerful, and go on our merry way. To the next door!
Lachen fails to connect with his attacks, as if his hammer was suddenly allergic to fish
Lachen puts himself in the room, near Reine- or at least as near of her as he dares. His hammer, of course, is ready to strike. You heard the girl. Surrender now. We are more than able to kill you, don't make us feel the need of ending your life.
Strangely, Lachen tone and words are even more frightening than Reine's. For once.
Lachen walks toward the northern door and works on the lock
If that doesnt work on the first time, he doesn't get angry, stay focused, and takes his sweet time on the second try
What the trouble with the cleanliness? Fighting is dirty, you get blood and worse on yourself. I understand a warm bath does some good, and fresh clothes too, but why do these girls have to clean a room right after a fight? Pointing to the bucket, Lachen teases Broom Here's the bucket you wished for. If I knew it would work so fast, I would have enjoyed you wished for a banquet, not a bucket.
FYI: I'll move home this week end, and so won't be online before next Monday/ Tuesday
Lachen is frightened, and acts out by pure reflex, smashing his hammer into the undead Let's see who dies first...
Lachen puts himself near Reine, ready to use his hammer
Lachen walks towards the north, wary for any danger or traps
Keep your eyes peeled.
Before she starts changing clothes, Lachen places himself in front of Hannah, but turning his back to her, to help her hide her modesty.
As Broom was finishing to dress the newcomer, Lachen says to her You know, I can see a naked woman and not be disrespectful to her. My words can be provocative, my humor more than a little dark, I enjoy strong drinks, games of chance, at the occasional bit of violence, but I'm all for freedom, and I've never took something from a woman against her will, not even a kiss, and I never will. I've seen too many female slaves used and abused in Cheliax. So you can all parade in front of me undressed, nothing will happen unless you wish so. Despite his once again provocative words, there is no excessive lust in Lachen's eyes, just a smirk at his own little shock joke, and he seems genuine in his intentions. He looks at the now clothed priest of Sarenae
Lachen was smiling a kinky smile as he removed the muzzle and choker from the blonde prisoner Someone has been a naughty girl, it seems... as far as "Lachen", I'm not totally sure if it's my real name, but I'll go for it. I like the sound of it. He looks around, a little suspicious
GM: Looking for traces of long cell time, not sure if that roll will be enough
Will be gone a short week (Sunday 18 to Sunday 25) for a well-needed vacation.
Sensing some maybe untold words, Lachen turns to Reine. I'm not afraid of giving you a hug too, right after. Then he looks at Desdemona
There is some anger in Lachen's voice as he speaks Whatever we want.It's ours to decide. Think of it as a fresh start.Someone has clean out our memories, and we can mourn them, pity ourselves. Or we can walk away from the past and create a new destiny. Maybe I was just a janitor at the count service. Maybe I was of noble birth. I don't know, maybe I will never know. Maybe some old memories linger on. Maybe we will find out along the way who we were, before, and who knows, maybe avenge ourselves for the wrongs we suffered. Then, calmer
He takes Broom's chin in his hand, tilting her head backward a little, and delivers a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead
Lachen smiles when he see all the wine and alcohol. That's my kind of treasure. He doesn't drink, but select two of the finest bottles to put carefully in his backpack
Hi and welcome!
Lachen works on the trapdoor as soon as he is informed by Desdemona.
When everyone is ready, he opens the previously hidden door
Want to check the place before we go on, girls? Seem no one has bothered with cleaning the room and putting it in order in a while. Not that I expect you to clean the room or reorganising the furniture, just making a statement. Probably some books in there you'll find interesting, and I'll find weird. Lachen looks around for recent footprints, secrets passages, hidden cabinets and so on
Are those lamps magical? Or anything in the room, in fact?
Not a scratch, apparently. Bad doggy was send to his kennel, wherever that might be. Shall we proceed through the next door?
Lachen looks out for potential traps near and on the doors that led inside the manor
Will wait for your post from dawn to Twilight. *winks*
Lachen moves to where the hound might be, following Broom's vague directions, and strikes, hoping to find the creature under his hammer
But he feels no resistance under the massive weapon, hears no sound of bones cracking. The warrior is disappointed.
What now, this thing expect some treat maybe? Eat my hammer! But not literally, of course.
Knowing what the foe is, Lachen springs in action, and smashes at the hound of Tindalos with his massive earthbreaker
He might be a warrior first and foremost, but Lachen is a man of many interests. And the strangeness of the tableau seems to draw him, but he lacks true knowledge of the mystic arts to fully comprehend it, for better or for the worse
Come on girls, lets move your as...sets. I don't want to find out if this thing wants a second course, and I want to be on the menu today. Not like that anyway. Lachen tries to get the women moving out
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