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Briar Rose drops her shield and goes full offense, the fire of Sarenrae filling her heart and limbs as she swings down at the evil guy.
"Fine!" Briar Rose huffs as Balurk falls. "Have it your way!" She slices at the evil man with her keen scimitar.
I'm sorry to hear that, buddy. Hope you get to feeling better <3
Briar continues to try and nonlethaly down the man. At least it looks like Balurk has things handled.
"The power of Sarenrae compels you to... stop being evil!" Briar Rose bonks the man on the head with her scimitar.
Briar gives Balurk a chance to grab the guy...
Briar Rose tackles the man with all of Sarenrae's love.
Briar Rose is sorely tempted to ask Balurk to apply his door-opening specialty skills.
Briar Rose sniffles, her heart cold. "Please talk to us, sir. Things are only going to get worse, we need to get to the bottom of this."
"Q-Quincy? Dead?" Briar Rose stammers, the new warmth she was feeling inside suddenly snuffed out. She throws her arms around Barek, tears in her eyes. "This place is so horrible..."
Lady Applestar approaches the gathering crowd, smiling warmly at them. "Good morrow, people of Ravengro. How is everyone doing today?" Odd though it may be for everyone to be assembled outside this early, Briar Rose is content to not immediately assume malevolent intent on the part of the farmers and craftsmen. "Would anyone like to join me in a morning prayer?"
Briar Rose AC:18 (Ff:12/Touch:16) Cmd:17 HP20/20
Briar Rose smiles warmly at Barek. "You know, I do feel different. I feel like... A tiny sun has risen inside me, despite the gloomy fog all about." She walks up behind the scholar studying his books and gives him a hug, squeezing him tightly. "Mmmmmm! Don't I feel warmer too you? I feel warmer to me!" There was no overabundance of warmth in Ustalav. Surely this was a sign from her goddesses that she is on the path they inteded for her! "Ahh, but the bad news is we really must deal with the prison today! We simply cannot allow it to continue haunting these poor farmers." Surely laying the haunts of the decrepit prison to rest would bring some level of stability to the region.
I'm gonna take Hospitaler Paladin, which trades out 50% of Smite Evils for an extra Channel Energy Pool to help out with the healing and probably take Channel Smite to smacko the undeados. Holy Vindicator could be fun to build towards, though the feat prereq isn't great.
"Kendra, dear, you father's estate is certainly host to a revolving and colorful cast of characters... Welcome, Allosaurus. I am lady Briar Rose Applestar of Magnimar." The paladin offers a warm smile. She's wrapped in a heavy quilt, presumably from her bed. "You've only missed... oh, such terrible things! Ghosts! And undead! Awful!" She leaves the dissection of the literary works to those more versed in books and history. She's more of a dancer herself. "Be warned before you sit at our table: there seems to be a grand conspiracy afoot. I would not blame you if you wish only to pay your respects and leave. Goddesses know I want to..."
Welcome =)
As usual, Briar Rose enjoys the sweet victuals on offer. She always had a sweet tooth. She is not particularly pleased with their findings thus far. She had hoped the stories of haunted, burned down asylums were untrue. Or at least exaggerated, but that does not seem to be the case. "Well... I didn't want the Professor to be right, but he seems he was on to something. I guess it's a good thing we found this undead-killing stuff... I don't think the townsfolk will bother us. What would farmers do against a bunch of warriors in a big defensible manor? They're superstitious, not stupid." She hopes. "Carla, does that book say anything about burning down the prison for a second time? I'm still not convinced that's not a good idea." She also wants to check on their hostess. "Are you doing well, Kendra dear? I can't imagine how stressful it must be to go through all this just after losing your father."
"It's a furnace. We should get a bucket of water to make sure it's out!" Briar Rose says a short prayer to ward off an would-be attempts at posessions of her companions by the haunt.
Naturally one puts a fire out by dumping water on it.
As a devout follower of Sarenrae, Briar Rose fears neither flame nor undead. She swiftly ducks around the corner, shield raised against the heat of the furnace, and like a whirling Dervish she cuts down the undead. "Back to the furnace with you!"
"Hmm. It's not so bad, really. A few potted plants. New roof. Take out some of these walls for a more open floorplan aaaaaaaaaand.... Shiplap. Shiplap ! We could flip this place in two, three weeks top." Lady Briar Rose tries to keep the mood light. "Balurk, sweetheart, stay away from that water. Who knows what kind of gross eels and leeches live in there." She follows Carla's lead to the next door.
Briar Rose tries the next door. "I'm sure there will be more than a few opportunities for you to prove the provenance of you name, Balurk, dear."
"We only just got here!" Briar Rose says. "We can't just leave, especially if we suspect there's bad actors about... they'll know we've been here."
Briar Rose gets her feet under her and hits one of the monsters.
Briar Rose, with scimitar and shield in hand, doesn't hesitate to move up to protect the curious ranger from... whatever these are. "Don't worry, Jack! Sarenrae stands with us!" She's not the most scholastic of paladins, but these are clearly undead.
Briar Rose pulls Barek into the sunlight, weak though it may be in Ustalav. "There you go, sweetie! Let Sarenrae wash all that icky ghosty coldness off of you." She seems to be more preoccupied with saving the souls of the still-living from the darkness of the dilapidated building than finding answers to the mystery surrounding them. Nevertheless, she beams at Barek, satisfied, and brushes off his robes, as if evil spirits could simply be waved away like so much dust.
Briar Rose gives Barek a biiiiiiiiig hug to warm him up. "Sarenrae offers her warmth!"
"Oh dear." Briar Rose winces as Balurk attacks the door. She pats his shoulder. "There there. It was a nice try, dear. I'm sure you scared away any spooks waiting for us on the other side."
"Balurk, you seem like they type of fellow that dislikes doors." Briar Rose observes. "Maybe there's a key in an office or something."
"It's creepy that it's locked after all this time and supposed vandalism." Briar Rose says, highly suspect of this whole entire situation. She trades her glaive for shield and scimitar in case she needs to shove her way betwixt the ranger and... whatever lies beyond. "By dawn's light I banish shadow, by serene grace I unbind sorrow, by starlight's path I call the spirits home..." She mutters a short prayer under her breath, hoping to stave off the worst of the curses they are no doubt calling down upon themselves. "Oh dear... I was always more useful against corporeal bad guys..."
Briar Rose grimaces, prodding at one of the runes with her glaive, scraping off some of the lettering. "This place needs to be burned down again if you ask me."
"Nmmmm. I don't like those runes. Could they be a trap? Carfeul, Balurk, you can't beat spells with your fists." She looks to Berek and Carla, who seem to know something of the arcane.
Despite her heavy armor, Lady Applestar uses her glaive to vault the fence.
Briar Rose fills a large ceramic mug with the cider and takes a deep drink. Finally! Something sweet! It tastes (she imagines) a little bit like sunlight. "Skulking around in the abandoned places around the county isn't going to do anything to endear us to the locals. " She takes a bit of a roll which is also mercifully sweet. "We aren't going to help anyone or stop any grand undead conspiracies if we're run out of town by nervous farmers."
Of course they would wake to nothing but bad news. "Let us not panic just yet. The townsfolk have already proven superstitious, I don't think it's unlikely that there is some exaggeration or misinterpretation to some of these rumors. Still, it would be a good idea to join the meeting at the townhall. It would help us get to the bottom of these rumors and spread some soothing words."
Da past:
Briar Rose assures father Grimburrow that she does not need to be converted, that her goddesses, particularly Sarenrae, already work closely with Pharasma, and she already follows most all of Pharasma's teachings. She does agree with his assertions about Quincey. "I have been born into great privilege, so I cannot commiserate with the burden you bear, but Pharasma knows the weight and intent of your soul, and you are uniquely poised to serve her." He must be immune to death effects, right? There are many, particularly of the more miltant Sarenites, that believe all undead are inherently evil, but that is not a viewpoint to which Briar Rose subscribes. "I'm not an expert or a preacher, but if you ever doubt yourself, I can offer some words of encouragement. You could even join me in prayer!" She remembers that no one joined her this morning... "Oh, hello there." Finally! Someone who looks like they can hold their own in a brawl! Everyone else so far is all elegance and grace, but none of them look like they know what it's like to be punched really hard in the center of the face. Briar Rose is not at all imposing, short and petite, but when she takes Balurk's hand to greet him, he feels her strong grip. "It's so lovely to meet you. I am Lady Briar Rose Applestar of Magnimar." She says smiling at the orc. "I'm afraid the professor has passed away, but some - including the late professor - question if his death was natural causes or something more sinister. Murder, assassination... who knows? That's what we're here to find out, apparantly. Do you like mysteries, Balurk?"
Orc brawler very cool
I'm also still here.
Lady Applestar sighs. Maybe she should come back later without the boys.
"Records to have a tricky way of often being incomplete or contradicting, so it's a great idea to check with as many sources as we can find!"
Lady Applestar does not let bed dreams get her down. There's no doubt they are caused by the Spirit Board they found, something she is highly untrusting of. As such, she keeps the board with her so it may not trouble her companions. She makes a mental note to ask an old priest and a young priest about it the next time she's at a Pharasman temple. She does not understand how anyone can drink coffee. It's so bitter and dreary and dull. She prefers mixed tropical fruit juice, but she does not even attempt to order some as she very much doubts they have any on offer here. "Good morning gentlemen, lady." She greets the others, yawning, stretching with her arms over her head, her dark red and gold pajamas - colored to invoke the sunrise - a desperately needed splash of brightness in the dreary nation of Ustalav. "If anyone wishes to join me after breakfast, I will be praying to Sarenrae to chase the shadowy cobwebs of undeath away." Sense Motive DC 8:
Her tone very much implies she would prefer everyone join her. She sits and helps herself to a warm biscuit. "What is our first order of business today? A visit to the Pharasmans?"
I think Briar Rose would just want a potion of cure. She probably doesn't have the dex for ranged throws. Well, +2 dex isn't too bad I suppose
While she doubts the professor would trap the sarcophogus then send them to it, Briar Rose still inspects the case as thoroughly as her half-fey eyes can before trying to open it.
"Mhmmmrr." Briar Rose grumbles, looking over the contents. "I was kinda hoping for more information... Maybe there's something in here?" She picks up the marked darkwood case, inspecting it. Organized Play Character
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