Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem looks around into the trees and brush of the swamp surrounding them, trying to find any trace of these creatures. "Maybe they're just using a different ambush position. Using the same one over again doesn't seem like a smart idea and goblins aren't stupid." Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Yes, I know goblins are stupid and crazy, but while Lem lived through the attack before, he doesn't know much about them.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
That being said, I do have an idea. 1. We may need a new gm.
I thought of offering a trade, I'd gm one of the other games, and in return, they could gm this one. But I just started a reign of winter campaign and don't think I could handle starting one and picking up the other. Do any of you think you might be able to do it? If not, no big deal, I just thought it might solve our problem of new gm willingness.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem looks somewhat astonished at Vera's tactic for retrieving Shalelu's bow. "That will work too," he says as he grabs his pouch from the table. A few small coins clink together when Lem reties the pouch at his belt. Walking with the group, he stops at the front door of the inn. His shoulders seem to relax a little as he realizes that they will get paid for their good work. Walking down the path to the gate Lem coughs when Shalelu mentions that the trip will take two days. In his turn he speaks up, "Of course. See to Ameiko. I must buy some rations before we leave. I will also meet you at the gate." He stares after the retreating back of Giovanni then shakes his head and moves off to buy his own supplies. Buying two days worth of trail rations. That hurts the pocketbook. After his trip, he returns to the gate to wait on the others.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem looks down at his bow for a moment, then up at Shalelu. "I cannot fight effectively without my bow, but I will add gold to help buy a new one." Lem pulls his purse, spare as it is, from his belt and throws it on the table. "Yet, you should stay out of the hottest part of battle." For the most part his voice is firm, though there is a slight quaver, almost unnoticeable, at the end. Lem jumps as he again notices the burns all over Shalelu. "I didn't mean that as a . . . um . . . He looks around for help before settling on Shalelu with a look that should be firm, but only appears comical after it's previous incarnation. Another 1gp,4sp,9cp in for a bow.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem woke early, well before dawn, and stretched. Still have time, he thought. He stepped down from his bed and began slow movements around the room. They had a strange ritual quality to them. He finished, sweating, as the sun began to rise in the distance. He sat and began to meditate. It is not long after dawn when Lem walks down the stairs to meet with the others. He nods to each of them. "Do we know where we're going?" he asks with no preamble.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem shakes with a start. "Of course. I should have. . . . I'm Lem. I . . . I grew up here, but I've been away for awhile." Lem shifts uncomfortably for a moment, before coming to rest, seemingly calm again. "I do not believe I am remembered fondly here. I hope,though, to prove I am not the person I was before."
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem breaks slowly out of his trance, a statue coming to life. His words are measured as he speaks. "Very concerning. They are an evil that must be purged." Lem tests the muscles in his arms, contacting and extending them in a controlled motion. He looks toward the dark-haired man. "Knowing is important. We should gather what we know from all who will help. Are the others coming out soon? "
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem waited in the hall for the others to finish in Shalelu's room. He stood near the door, still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest. His deep green eyes were open, but they seemed to stare through the walls around him and out into the deep corners of the universe.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "She's alright then." Realizing that the woman had also asked a question he steps back and motions to the man he'd met in the street to let him answer the question. Once all are assured of Shalelu and Ameiko's well-being, Lem steps back in "We should probably discuss more of this in private. We believe there is still more to be done, and any help you could offer," he motions to the woman, "would be appreciated."
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem nods quickly. "I can see well by moonlight, but not a cloudy, rain soaked night like tonight. Before we go though, I would like to check one thing." Lem follows the trail another 100 feet beyond the gate and searches for any sign of pursuit. Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Either way, Lem returns to the city gates and on to the Rusty Dragon. That's totally fine. Aside from just being a wise choice, that was part of the reason I tried to keep this outing short.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Lem looks at the others, nearly uncomprehending. "My understanding from most I've spoken to today, was that Ameiko was on her way back from Magnimar. Shalelu's description sounded like an attack on the trail, and they did not follow. I do not believe this goblin threat is in the town." Lem shakes his head slowly. "Yes, we should find their trail. But do not be too hasty to follow it back to their ambush point. I am also upset that they hurt Shalelu and Ameiko. But they hurt Shalelu and Ameiko. It was not that long ago that those two were instrumental in saving this town. If we are to succeed against these creatures, we must go carefully and be prepared. Otherwise we will simply die pretending it is for the good of those you claim to care for." Lem follows along, and looks along the streets and alleys for any danger. Once they have gotten to where Ameiko was found, he begins to search for tracks. Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Earlier:
Lem wandered through the festival, wonder on his face. As he talked with a few townspeople here and there, gravitating towards those he did not know, he seemed surprised that the damage had taken so long to repair. Before long he found himself celebrating heartily with the rest. But night began to fall and Lem knew he needed to get on with his business. The Rusty Dragon was a good enough place to start. Lem sits in the Rusty Dragon, off to one side. He seems disappointed as he stares at the food in front of him. His head whips up as Shalelu bursts in. Lem's mouth drops open and he sits on his seat, seemingly frozen as others rush to help the injured Shalelu and out into the streets for Ameiko. Shalelu is well on her way up the stairs before Lem finally shakes himself into action. Mumbling to himself, Lem stands and starts out the door, following Yuto and Giovanni. He arrives just in time to here Talin assure that Ameiko will be okay and breaths a sigh of relief. "Then there is nothing more we can do for now?"
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Looking at backgrounds, it looks like Yuto, Giovanni and I all grew up in Sandpoint, whereas the rest have traveled there recently. In a town like Sandpoint, it wouldn't be hard to assume we knew one another before, though the last time Lem was there (he left for a while after all the rotrl stuff) he was confrontational and rude, so your not likely to have good impressions of him.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
DM Mathpro wrote:
Monday through Friday will be easiest for me as well. Though mine will mostly be before work--4AM to 6AM MST--right after work--3PM to 4PM MST--or after my kids are asleep--9PMish
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
I'm fine with the mechanic. As for relationship stuff, at some point I'll probably try for all for NPCs, but for now . . . Lem worships Shalelu, so I'll try for a friendship there and he's pretty jealous of Sanduru, so I'll try a rivalry there. My starting Charisma is 8. As for roles, I'll definitely be ranged assault, but--especially as I gain levels--I'll generally be more up close and personal with my arrows.
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Nyramel curses in frustration. I can't do much from back here. Despite his words, he does pull out a vial with a greenish liquid. He throws it through the air at the purple skeleton. Attack vs Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Male Dusk Elf Monk (Unchained)
Nyramel travels with the group, talking about varied topics until they reach the Graveyard. Once there he becomes quiet and contemplative. He nods quickly to Braxton, I have. He says no more. It seems his verbosity has been replaced with the efficient speech of the stoic. Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Nyramel looks up at the wall of bodies, his mouth works in disgust but he seems unaware of the danger around them. Also, I think you forgot my initiative.
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