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Lachen sees nothing unusual, as he keeps his eyes focused on the strange man's hands
Lachen waits nearby, as silently as possible, his hammer ready to strike. Not only does she manipulate fear, maybe she is fearless too...
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Lachen has decent HP, he can go as a frontliner
My memories are... faulty. I have no solid recollection of what happened to me before. I think my name is Lachen, and it served me well so far. I have nevertheless the firm belief that the Count is linked to my past. So I want to find him. And maybe this time I'll ask question first, before hitting him hard.
Lachen explains what he knows about the Dreamlands plane. It's not very much but it's better than nothing.
I know a thing or two about the outer planes, but most of my knowledge concern the Hells.I certainly dream, but I wouldn't have bet there was a plane for that. Are nightmares in another plane or just seen as bad dreams ?
Orc overboard? It seems we only fished one half of it out of the river... It seems it was a tough battle here, care to say on which side you fought before we heal you? Yeah, I am sarcastic and paranoid. That's why I'm still alive, too.
And I thought your religion was an optimistic one, Sunheart...Well, we're all in the same boat together. Let that joke sink in. Despite his gallows humor, Lachen goes to watch ahead of the ship course
Lachen gives the fleeing creature a sound walloping as it passes too close from his hammer
Lachen doesn't even flinch, having seen things more frightening than the Voops (or whatever its name is). True, mostly the thing more frightening was Reine, but it still count.
Lachen moves toward the fourth Vroom-or whatever it name is, and strikes it with his hammer, hoping to surprise it
Thanks for coming. Thanks for going, too, with a massive headache, curtesy of my hammer. Turning to his companions
Smart and tough, I guess? I suppose they aren't good looking, or I may be a Voonith too, unknown to me.
Lachen shoots an arrow over the boat, then retreats and switch weapons. I gave them a warning shot. Maybe I shouldn't have, now they might know we have spot them. My bad.
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
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