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"Let's try that again. Hold still now." Lona reloads and fires another bolt, hoping for better results this time.
Lona throws down the crossbow in frustration and curses in a most unladylike manner. "What a piece of junk!" She draws her rapier and inches (5' step) closer to the creatures.
Lona positions herself about 30' out and fires a crossbow bolt at one of the creatures!
Lona readies her bow and readies an arrow, awaiting a signal from the group before firing. "Want me to try to get closer?"
Lona hands the finely crafted weapon to Praxim reluctantly, although she's unsure whether it's because of giving up of the weapon or the fact that Praxim had offered to be so nice...again! She follows Praxim to the north door, searching it for anything unusual as she closes in, and opens it.
"No!" Lona responds instinctively as her grip on the weapon tightens. "This is a good weapon. It could come in handy." She tries resting the weapon on her shoulder as she moves to continue on with the weapon in hand, even though it clearly inconveniences her movement somewhat.
Lona swings the ranseur about. While she manages, the weight of it causes her to sweat in exertion. Eventually, she strikes the ground with the butt of the haft and sighs. "This weapon is too weighty for my taste." She looks to the burly men among the group. "Any of you mind carrying this while we explore?"
"Pretty!" Lona says aloud as she studies the statue.
After checking the statue and the nearby area to make sure they are free of traps, she starts with the ranseur, and proceeds to relieve the statue of her burdens. "Look at the quality of these..."
Lona perks up at the change in environment, and sneaks into the room to take a look about.
Lona finishes her search and shrugs her shoulders. "Nothing here. Not sure if this creature is native here or a comrade of the goblins. Either way, I'm sure glad we took care of it." "Let's move on here. May be we'll find something more interesting further in." She looks back at the corpse. Frankly, she's not sure if she wants to see any creature more "interesting" than the one they just encountered.
Lona pats the backs of the burly men of the party as she congratulates them on a job well done, and proceeds to do a thorough search of the body and the room for traps and goodies.
With the group crowding the creature and blocking her path, Lona contents herself guarding their back and keeping an eye on the fight, lest another hostile creature comes upon them unawares.
"Perhaps we'd be better served to have the creature come to us, where there is more...ah, nevermind," Lona calls out. With only one ally in the way, and Markum at that, Lona decides to let the arrow fly anyway.
As Lona begins taking her first steps to the left, she sees Markum move to the right. Why am I not surprised, Lona thought to herself with a sigh and a shake of her head. She gestures for Lym to follow her as she heads over in Markum's direction so that they can investigate the cave together.
Lona is a left-to-right kinda gal, and would opt to go left. However, she senses there are some rather strong-willed men leading the group around. So, instead, she busies herself searching for traps as they move along.
Lona looks about, wondering where all the goblins went.
"Why is Markum always so eager to run off on his own? Does he think he's a one man party or something?" Lona mumbles to herself as she looks about, and realizes she can't see anything! "Hey, does anyone have a light source?"
Lona looks quickly down both branches, and points to the left one.
As the group proceeds, Lona devotes her attention to looking for concealed/secret doors and traps.
Oh, no need. Lona's got sacks, backpack and belt pouches. What she needs are the Handy Haversacks and the Bags of Holding :)
Are there, in this group, any grab-everything-that-isn't-nailed-down-to-pawn-it-off types? Lona is a packrat as well, in case you haven't noticed. She is rather sad about her inability to carry more goodies, and will be looking for a backpack or a bag to help with the problem down the road. As for the bow, Lona had conveniently forgot to return the shortbow the noble loaned her for the hunt. I'm sure Aldern was happy she wanted something to remember him by anyways. Lym, don't forget to mark down you have the potion of CLW. Lona took it off her list already.
Sure! Lona likes Lym, who is simply cool, unlike that paladin, who Lona thinks may have been trying to be cool (don't worry Praxim, Lona will eventually accept you as part of the group. Eventually. I think.) :) I'll take it off my list. Be sure to add it to your equipment list somewhere. I am also assuming someone grabbed the bow and arrows (it is a nice +1 bow - surely we have someone with STR 12 or better). You all work it out. Lona is kind of tired of carrying those as well. She's still wearing the earrings and the ring, though.
And divvying up the "gold-ish" stuff (liquid gold, as I like to call it) is meaningless until we get to someplace where we can do something with it. The group who was at the glassworks place when Lona returned would have been aware of the stuff she took out to look over. That includes the composite shortbow, which Lona couldn't fully pull and didn't care much for as a result. She's wearing the earrings and the ring right now (because she's a woman and a rogue). And, yes, when we return (or if we want to delay entering the tunnel, which I am assuming everyone is eager to get into right now), we can head to a merchant Lona knows well (she's lived here a while and should have a regular merchant or two by now that she deals with regularly) and sell the undesired goods for gold to divide up. Thus, as I have it (possibly usable goods):
There is a mw thieve's kit, but no one has shown a propensity for thievery here, so Lona is holding on to it (Lym does know of its existence if she recognizes it for what it is - she knows what all Lona found, if she was paying attention at the time). We'll likely fence it to get more gold. I suspect we're light on equipment for L2. Hopefully we'll get to a balancing point in time (otherwise encounters at CR above us will become a bear). We'll have to put up with the paladin's superiorness a while longer, it seems...
As she does, she leaves the potion with Lym, for anyone who may be want to hold on to it. She takes back the ring and puts it back on her finger.
Lona's brows furrow as she tries to recollect anything of use to add to Lym's information.
Lona tries the ring and the earrings on herself, and decides they match her outfit well enough. Come morning (assuming the evening goes uneventfully), Lona greets Lym as she joins the group. She hands Lym the ring to play with while whispering to her, "I'm so glad you're here. Frankly, that Praxim is driving me a little batty with his nice guy attitude." Then, louder to the group with a smile, "so, are we ready for a bit of exploration today?"
After careful study of the goods, Lona deduces the values of the items as follows: composite shortbow (appraisal )
With the place searched and secured, Lona gathers everyone and pulls out the following items from her backpack. From the half-elf - things to appraise
Marcum gestures in some strange fashion, and the ring and the potion radiates slightly in response. Armed with the knowledge, Lona takes the time to study the items (appraising, +6 trained appraisal check)
"A little bit of guilt won't hurt that headstrong fool. I suppose we'll meet up with them there then. Why don't we scatter to grab any gear you need to pick up or purchase, and meet up there whenever you get there at the building." Quite happy with her little idea, she runs out and heads over to the building to find Varg and Markum, and search through the various rooms with them, asking them to go with her back over any rooms they may have explored that she has not seen yet.
With Ameiko safe at home, Lona heads over to her favorite local merchant to appraise the various goods taken from the body of the half-elf.
With the business concluded, she returns to the tavern to meet up with the group. "I was thinking we can meet back up at the building and rest there for the night before exploring the tunnels. That way, we can keep an eye on that tunnel as we rest with everyone available to help defend against anything that might come through. Hey, where's Varg and Markum?"
"Ameiko, calm down. We're here, and we can help you find your father. There's no need to rush ahead like that, when we don't know what else may be here in this building." Lona tries to stall her for a moment. Passing her over to Lym and Varg (figuratively speaking, of course), she races back to the stairs leading down to the basement. "Markum, elf-guy! We need you up here. We're going to try to finish scouting the place NOW before Ameiko goes mad!" She races back to Ameiko and the group and pauses to catch her breath.
Lona takes one quick look at the room with the tunnel. "Surely that tunnel can wait a bit longer." Lona races after the group heading upstairs as she tries to tuck the journal into her backpack. "Varg, Lym, wait for me!"
Lona nods and gives Praxim a silent and reluctant approval at his move. There is a need to find the tunnels, or at the least secure this building and free it of any other hostile residents. She motions to Lym to try to send the girl to safety so that they can finish scouring the building as a group.
Lona sticks her tongue out and makes a face at Praxim, until she realizes that she's not hitting any more accurately than she was before! The horror of it shows on her face as she realizes that she may have to use...nay, even ask, that haughty snooty paladin to shield her from harm!
Lona's face goes through an exercise of contortions as countless different expressions make their appearance and fade while she reads the journal. On finishing, she looks up and exclaims, "What madness is this!"
Feeling a bit awkward, Lona looks to Lym to see if she'll respond, or if Lona will have to step forth and break the bad news to her.
"Oh, Lym, don't fret about it overly much. That Markum and Vuvo are way too eager to get into the thick of it, if you ask me. I'm just mad this half-elf didn't do anything to put us mixed races in better light. We have a hard enough time fitting in as it is. I really don't need him lousing up a reputation I may have to live up to." Waving her hand, as if to wave the problem away, she continues. "Let's hide this one somewhere where casual folks won't come across him and rejoin the group. Who knows what rash actions they'll take next without us there to keep them in check. Here, let's drag this body down by where the half-elf was. That may be far enough in to keep the nosy folks from finding him." With Lym's help (hopefully), they drag the live goblin down to by the half-elf, before rejoining the rest of the group by Ameiko.
Lona nods at Lym and gestures for her to follow as she heads back up to the room where they left the tied and gagged goblin. Once there, she waits for Lym to join her before deciding on the fate of the bound goblin.
A long lifer! Lona thinks to herself as she studies the elf. "We are indeed, here investigating strange goblin activities. Are you here to hinder or to help?" Lona responds carefully. "Varg! Markum! We've got company!" Her hand reaches for the rapier, preparing herself for the worst.
Lona quickly stashes all the items found on the body into her backpack and the pouches, slings the bow on her shoulder and the arrows and her own crossbow on her back. She keeps the journal in her hand, and is back to reading it as the footsteps approach. She feels her heartbeat pounding hard and furious, and tries to calm herself down as she resumes scanning through the journal. Calm down, Lona, calm down. We didn't mean to kill him. We didn't even kill him. He killed himself resisting arrest.
"Wait! Slow down!" Lona can only hope she can stop these bull-headed men in time. What if it's a prisoner on the other side? Just once, perhaps these foolhardy men could use their brains first. Lona sighs. Like that's ever going to happen.
"Wait! Slow down!" Lona can only hope she can stop these bull-headed men in time. What if it's a prisoner on the other side? Just once, perhaps these foolhardy men could use their brains first. Lona sighs. Like that's ever going to happen. Lona quickly opens the journal and starts to scan the entries, hoping to find clues that point to what is happening here in this place and in town.
The fact, my dear, that I am level 2 is simply a reflection of my superior-to-you nature, but fear not, as the superior hero, it is my sworn duty to protect you and all other weaker innocents from harm. Rejoice, for Praxim will soon be here. All fiendish monsters and stuck pickle jars shall fear my coming. Being the greedy rogue that Lona is, she would like to remind the DM that the current group is light on equipment and levels compared to that self-righteous man looking to join us right now :)
[bold]"Quick, is he still breathing?"[/bold] Lona checks on him while removing his weapons in case he's revived. She also looks for signets and papers and notes that may help them understand what is going on here.
[/b]"You've got spunk. I take back what I said about you! But, you're not getting away that easily."[b] Lona yells at the back of the offending half-elf as she moves through Lym to chase down the man, drawing her rapier and striking as she does so.
As everyone else works to subdue the half-elf, Lona walks up to him and slaps him. "You are giving the rest of us a bad name! What's the big idea hurting the dog and giving up AFTER that? Next time, give up first, or go down fighting. Who are you? What are you doing here? For your sake, I sure hope you have a good explanation why you're here with a den of goblins." She picks up the bow and does a thorough searh of the half-elf, relieving him of all his weapons and making a mental note of any valuables he has.
Lona takes aim and unloads on the half-elf, even as she feels a pang of guilt from the attack.
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