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Lialda looks somewhat confused at Kalimas comment, as they stare out across the boneyard.

"I'm not an expert on bandits, but I don't see those men living in an enormous animal graveyard. Of course, you seem to be an expert on bandits so I'll bow to your expertise."

There is an obvious tone of sarcasm to Lialda's voice, the distaste of the bandits execution still lingering in her mouth.

Hey guys, still here! Sorry it's been a busy weekend (I'm a musician, so it's often the way), but the good news is that as of this Thursday I'll be a free agent from uni, so I'll have a lot more time to post etc.

Lialda decides that Raegun is foolish and hotheaded, but she cannot blame him for wanting to move out, she would have preffered him not to tear her garb without her permission, but there is simply no reasoning with some men. She grabs his hand and wishes good luck to him before he rides off, and says a private prayer that no harm should come to him.
I know it's no help now, but she would've cast "A bit of luck" on him, which means he could re-roll his perception and survival checks that round if either of them weren't enough

She walks back toward the others,
"Wait," She interrupts as she realises the mans death is imminent, "There's one more thing I can try, it'd certainly work better if we could wait until tomorrow, but if you haven't noticed, one of our party has already left, and I suggest we follow him. I know a spell, that may make him friendly towards me for a while. While he is under it, it is of the up most importance that you do not threaten or attack the man, in fact, I think it is probably best that you do not make any contact with him at all. And if you must kill him afterwards, then so be it." Lialda maneuvers herself in front of Hans again, but this time not so close as to provoke him. She smiles broadly as she feels Calistria's energy within her and casts charm person.
"Now then Hans, I think we got off on the wrong foot, and you have misunderstood our intentions. We are looking for your female friend, but we don't mean any harm to her, we just want to talk, and make sure that she wont bother these nice people again, could you help us find her?"

Hans gets a saving throw (DC15) against charm person, probably at +5 (DC20) because of the danger he's in. If it works he sees Lialda as his ally, but we will probably have to make an opposed charisma check if he sees through Lialda's bluff about not hurting the woman.
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Charisma: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

I did my best guys!

Lialda smiles sadly at the mans attempt to hurt her, he must be in so much pain, but there was nothing she could do for him now,
"Kalistria bless you." she says as she moves away, blowing him a kiss he clearly doesn't want.
She follows the half orc out of the stables, unwilling to stay for the death, but unable to get it off her mind. She wants very much to feel busy and useful, as so far she has felt little but in the way.
"Raegun? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lialda ignores Kalima's snide remark. She turns to Darruth and sighs,
"Perhaps you are right, at least logistically, I'll happily go along with whatever the group thinks is best. However I must voice my feelings that to kill a man for any reason other than self defense is wrong, and in my opinion would make us little better than criminals ourselves. If it is what the party agrees on then I wont get in the way, but neither I will endorse personally within the murder."
Her tone is tired and defeated rather than angry or argumentative.
She smiles politely at the pair and retreats towards Evard, she has made her point, but rising to an argument seems pointless. She looks at the tied men with pity, three sentenced to bed, board and honest work, one sentenced to death, all having commited the same crime, the only difference being that one had refused to appologise, even in the face of death. Lialda hoped that were she in a situation where she was asked to choose between her God and her life, she would choose her God, perhaps this man's Stag Lord meant similar things to him. She also worried that the three that had so easily given up their leader would not hesitate to change sides again once she and the group had moved on. Men with changeable minds, rarely only change them once.
She kneels in the dirt by the guilty man and looks into his face;
"I know you don't like me and my friends, you have very little reason to, but you must understand. They will kill you if you don't help us. I respect your decision to stand by your Lord, it shows great courage, but perhaps, you could tell us the whereabouts of your female friend?"
She braces herself for his reaction, if he has not been persuaded thus far, she does not expect that to change.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Lialda winced as the man spat in Kalima's face, that was a mistake, and the firey girl responded in kind, although Lialda was surprised by what she said. "Peasant", and just what exactly did the entitled sorceress think the rest of the group were? Lialda hated people who considered themselves above everybody else just because they were able to trace their family trees, if her time in the temple had taught her one thing, it was that all men are the same. The second thing that Lialda thought was unusual was the fact that she had sentenced the man to death without even consulting the other party members, who did she think she was? However, it would not do to fall out with the girl in front of their prisoners, she was greatful, again for Evard's support.
" I agree with Evard. Who are we to decide whether this man lives or dies? Perhaps we should keep him here and send word to our contractors to come and collect him to be tried lawfully, in the City? What do you think Raegun? Darruth?"

I'm GMT too, but in the final weeks of my degree, hence my slow posting... Sorry about that guys, will be back to normal very very oon :) (thank god!)

Lialda helps the others disarm and loot the unconsious bandits, she knows how much pain they'll be in when they wake up, but she's good at knots, and realises they are better tied up than a continued threat to anyone. Her expert hands glide quickly over the rope, it's been a while, but some things you never forget.
She looks over to the grovelling bandit, and says kindly;
"It's okay, we wont hurt you, if you can just help us out a bit. Your name would be a good start? And perhaps a bit about yourself, where you live? How many more of you there are? Why you need to ransack this place?" She eyed Raegun carefully, he looked ready to tear the mans throat out,
"We don't want to hurt you, just like I'm sure you didn't want to hurt our friends, we just sometimes act rashly when we don't have a choice. Right?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Lialda watched in absolute terror as three bandits fell to the floor, and then immediately found herself thinking how quickly it had all been over. Kalima was certainly a force to be reckoned with, Lialda just wished she wasn't so horribly aware of it, she stayed towards the back of the room, she was suspicious of the survivor and didn't really want to be near the bodies. Raegun's outburst surprised her so much that she found herself giggling nervously, apparently the half-orc was hoping for more of a fight!
"Don't worry Raegun, I'm sure these aren't the only bandits around here."
She was starting relax now, maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad? The last bandit was all but helpless now, though Lialda felt guilty for being of such little help.

Again guys, I'm so sorry about being slow! I'm in a fortnight of deadlines at uni, should be back to normal totally in a weeks time, but the majority of the work is done now, so I'll be better! Thats also the reason this post is so short, I'm knackered!

Lialda had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at Kalima's retort, she didn't want to make an enemy of a person she was relying on. Having said that, girl's boasting and apparent never ending knowledge was starting to get on her nerves. The fact that Lialda had been just the same when she had been young and beautiful didn't stop the behavior from agitating her. For a moment she was jealous, it was a familiar and unpleasant feeling that had plagued her during her final days at the temple, but she brushed it off. She had to remind herself that the girl was presumably as terrified as she was, the bragging was probably to assure herself, rather than anyone else. She smiled at the girl, pity and lethargy replacing the envy and annoyance.
"I'm sure you are right." Lialda sighed wearily, hoping the conversation was over.

She turned to the cat man, surprised by his suggestion,
"I think that may be slightly premature? Presumably they aren't arriving until the morning. It's been a long journey, and Raegun is right, a hot meal would be good, and then to sleep I think, we'll be needing all the strength we can muster tomorrow."

Lialda looked at her hands momentarily as Evard mentioned them, he wasn't to know that without Calistria guiding them, her hands would be useless, still, it was a nice compliment, and she prayed that she could live up to it. She smiled at him, genuinely this time;
" I too am glad to be by the side of someone with experience in battle."

She listened to the party as they made their plans for the oncoming fight. She was dubious to follow Kalima's instructions, she couldn't help but feel that someone with more experience in combat should be making the plans. Having said that, she wasn't too keen on the half orc's idea either, it seemed ill thought through, and more like a testosterone fulled play for dominance than an actual plan. She turned to Evard again;
"I know little of these things, but if you think that the Lady Kalima's instructions are sound, then I must trust them too. It seems to me, though I may be wrong, that I should hang back, shoot when I can, and watch for people getting injured?" She then turned to Kalima and eyed her cooly, "I do hope our faith in you is not misplaced.".

Sorry for the delay guys, was traveling to Glasgow last night!

Lialda had gratefully accepted the food and drink her host had prepared, but remained quiet as her companions discussed battle. She didn't like the grave detail they went into, pain had always made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't until the gruff man in the hood addressed her directly that she was able to align her thoughts, though she was less than impressed with his manner, she raised an eyebrow and forced a smile.
"That's right Evard. I have some healing knowledge, I trained in the temple of Calistria, she's a constant presence in my life, and I can channel her energy, when necessary." And she had a feeling, it would be necessary sooner rather than later. Lialda folded her legs and sipped on her ale, it was bitter, but she didn't complain. The gravity of the situation she had landed herself in had just dawned on her, Svetlana's story was harrowing, and frankly she was terrified. She could only hope that the people around her could do more than just talk about their muscles, still, the idea of hurting, even killing other people didn't sit well with her. No matter what they'd done.

Lialda's eyelids fluttered as she awoke to the sound of the cart drivers gruff voice, had she really managed to sleep the entire journey? She felt momentarily embarrassed for not even having introduced herself to the travelers she was to spending the next few weeks with, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, there would be plenty of time for that. Lialda watched her companions descend from the carriage one by one, and tried to figure them out; the only one who really caught her eye was a young slip of a girl who looked as if she'd never worked a day in her life, she was pretty enough, but what on earth was she doing headed South to fight bandits? But then, she supposed others probably thought similarly about her, an aging half elf who's spent her life in a temple? Not exactly ideal adventuring material, she wasn't even sure herself if she was cut out for the job, but it was what Calistria willed, and for that reason she would give it her best shot. She didn't need the faith of her companions, as long as she had the faith of her Goddess.

Lialda held the carriage drivers hand softly as she thanked him, smiling grasiously,
"And thank you too!" she nodded to his son earnestly before heading into the trading post. She had only been outside for a moment, but even so it was a relief to be out of the wind, suddenly she felt a panging for the temple's large warm beds, covered in soft yellow silks, she had the distinct feeling she wouldn't be feeling warmth like that for a while. She tried her best to flatten her creased robes against her slender body, the wooden symbol of Calistria sitting snugly between her breasts, a constant reminder of the life she had left behind, as well as her reason for facing the challenges ahead. She removed her heavy satchel from her back and placed it on the floor by her feet.
"Hello?" She called into the trading post, "My name is Lialda, I have just arrived with a group of other travelers, we've been sent by The Swordlords of Restov, I believe you are expecting us?"
She tapped her foot nervously, and a little impatiently as she waited for an answer.

Lialda is ready to go, though I have made her middle aged, and used the rules for it, Let me know if you would rather I stuck to normal starting ages and I can edit it :)

I haven't written her back story yet, but I can put the brief version down on her page if that is useful for you for picking characters?

Thanks a lot!