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"So let's get things moving again - I hate doing nothing!"

"What is it? Speak!!!"

"Ikethru, sometimes you cannot serve all those you love and like at once. Saraenra surely can wait another day or two, before you free her temple of whatever evil it holds now. But Kara needs help now, so let us come back, strenghtned and more prepared than we've been today, to see this temple getting cleaned for your goddess again!"

With that, Mirama holds Ikethru by her shoulders, and nods firmly, looking straight into her eyes.

Mirama, realizing that Kara is seriously wounded, moves to Kara and tries to just yank (right word?) the stirge away from Kara trying to throw it in front of Javeed.

CMB +0 = 19 (YEAH!) Mirama has a CMD of 15

Mirama positions herself at the next window, and uses her blowgun versus the stirges.

to hit +2 = 16 (range incr. 20') for 2 points of damage

Mirama stealthily, moves 4 squares ahead.

Stealth = 17

"Let's move in! Surprise will be our friend here."
With that, Mirama draws her rapier and waits for the others to move. Surprisingly, she finds herself waiting for Kara's order to move in and where...

Stealth 1d20+6 = 23

Mirama is was trying that dagger-thing until arriving at their destination

natural 1 on the skill check! Darn!

But it looks like it will take her some time until it feels naturally. "You know, Kara, this is as hard as it looks!"
Than, Mirama raises her head, looking at the monastery, sheathing her dagger.

"Kara, would you mind showing me that trick with your dagger? I would love to learn that."
Mirama smiles at Kara, while searching for her waterback...

Mirama walks over to Kara.

"Sorry, Kara! I didn't meant to be rude to you, when telling Javeed to protect you. It's just that, well, whenever I am fighting, I really feel free and the joy of live is pumping hard through my body. I know this sounds a bit paradox, but only when my life if threadned, I really feel alive and happy!
And by the way, I am sure you can take care of yourselve, Kara!"

Mirama smiles at her, than turns around to the others to check what to do next.

To hit: (rapier) 1d20+2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 = 2 and Sneak (If still flanked): 1d6+1 = 3

"That's easy!", Mirama says with a smile.

Perception check: 7
Ini: d6+2 = 8

Mirama tries to flank a single creature, noticing that Javeed is about to shield her.
"Take care of Kara, or lest Almah will take care of you!" she shouts to him with a smile!

To hit: (rapier) 1d20+2 = 22 Yay!! (confirmation roll = 16)
Damage: 1d6 = 4 and Sneak: 1d6+1 = 6

Mirama takes Lady Almah aside, to have a private word with her (if possible).

After talking to Almah, Mirama bows deeply for the first time in a long long time.

"That's a good thought, brother! So, Almah, I will accept your offer of money, to make good things with it."

Almah:"As I said last night, I am interested in retaining the services of each one of you as a permanent part of this expedition. You have displayed courage and resourcefulness, qualties that will be desperately needed if we are to liberate Kelmarane from the tribe of gnolls that occupies it currently. I am willing to pay each of you 200 gold pieces up front for your services, with future considerations to be established."

The merchant princess continues, [b]"Should you wish to accept these terms, you should be apprised of my first assignment for you. One pugwampi has already caused us considerable trouble, and I would surmise that there must be more of the foul creatures living nearby. Clearly, the Sultan's Claw is too exposed to serve as a permanent location for this camp. However, I know of a monastery to Sarenrae that once stood near Kelmarane. The building has fallen into ruin, and is likely far from abandoned. But...

"Lady Almah, I can only speak for myself, so don't consider my voice the voice of our group. I have my own reasons, why I am here, and freeing a monastery of Sarenrae from "trash", even if the monastery is only a ruin, is a good deed in itself. Sarenrae guided my way more than once!"

"I am more than willing to enter your services, as I am sure what I seek is somehow related to all of this. Where I go after my business is finished, I have no need of money, so keep it. I will work for you just for something to eat and a place to lay my head during the night."

With that, Mirama looks into Almahs eyes. It is clear that she won't bow before anyone else anymore. But she smiles a warm smile.

"Good Night, friends. I will go to sleep now, for tomorrow it seems, we have some topics to adress with Alma, and I want to have a clear mind than."
Kara, if you don't mind, I would love to hear another of your songs, while waiting for sleep to find me..."

Mirama, yawns, grabs her belongings and walks over to her tent, hoping that Kara sings another song at the campfire.

Mirama stares down at that little doggy thing, which others call a pugwhat? again?!
"Another sign, that you don't have to be big to hurt someone or cause troubles!"

"I am fine, Ikethru, thanx!"

"Dashki, do we have to fear more of these little pests?"

While waiting for an answer, Mirama pulls out all those cacti covering her skin, letting the others handle the goat.

Ini: 1d20+2 = 20 D'oh! Stupid me INI 1d6+4 = 7
Mirama tries to get out of the cacti field, to check for any obvious opponents.

Acrobatics 1d20+6 = 7 (OUCH!) and 1d20+6 = 18

done!

Acrobatics: 1d20+6 = 18

Mirama follows Dashki into the cacti field, Rapier ready in hand.

"I can't see a damn s&$& in this darkness...", Mirama whispers angryly, while trying to not step on any of those cacti.

Perception: 2+4= 6

"So, let's get this hunt startet! I need to have something to do now!"
With that, Mirama stands up and starts gathering her gear.

Mirama kept sitting calmly at her place during all this chaos, saying nothing at all. But she makes a perception check (17+4=21) and might see Kara trying to slip away. If she sees her, Malvoisin, she will speak up loudly:"Kara, would you please stay here and try to make it not even more embarassing now..."

With that, she stares back at the fire.

Being able to understand Gnoll, Mirama realizes that Javeed is also on Dashkis side. She didn't wanted to accuse him of anything, she just thought he might have seen something...someone...
Because Javeed tried to protect her a couple of minutes ago, Mirama things its only fair enough, to bolster him up a bit as well!
She stands up and says:

"I didn't meant to offend Dashki, I was just sure, that he might have seen something, or someone around the camp. He looks like a capable watcher. Just being rude or not overly warm to others, doesn't automatically make an arsonist of someone, doesn't it?! I am sorry, Dashki! If you would have laid that fire, you would've had all the time to steal away during the chaos. You're not more guilty than me or Javeed!"

With that, she sits back down, giving Dashki and Javeed a firm nod.

"I am pretty sure, Daski here, has seen something. We haven't talked much about that fire, but I am sure he's seen at least something; am I right, Dashki?!"

She looks Dashki straight into the eyes, expresionless.

Mirama follows Dashki and Javeed back into the camp, but not without checking into which direction the tracks start out - just in case...

Walking behind those two men, she smiles. 'Javeed wanted to protect me...'. She never experienced such a situation, where someone wanted to took care of her. Maybe she could get used to such things. But Mirama knows, it's still a long long way for her to fully trust someone else in this world.
And on the other hand - as soon as she's found Haleen, she will finally be free to return to Mwangi, her homeland. No time now, to develop feelings in any kind of way...

"Dashki? Is that you name? You're right; you could be even more warried about me, than I was about you. Please accept my appology..."

Diplomacy: 19 + 7 = 26 Huzzah!

Mirama notices with smile, that Javeed is kind of protecting her.

"So, who are you if I may ask?!", Mirama says in a no nonsense voice to that guy behind the wagon, while keeping her eyes on the man, in case he will do something...wrong.

"Javeed!", Mirama shouts - "Check out those cloven prints I've found, and you could probably also lend me a hand here, with this guy!"

"I know of people who can read the future by throwing around bones. If you keep that in mind, readin from a Harrowdeck looks way more - how to you say in these parts of the world - sophisticated.
Khalit, as usual, your tongue is faster than your brain, little brother. Lucky you you have your "two" sisters to keep an eye on you..."

One can just see her smile, while Mirama walks away from the group of people, to check for tracks and have a look around the area.

Walking by Kara, she puts a hand on the halflings shoulder, whispering:"You might be right. There could be people who don't like to hear bad news from a Harrow-Reader and are unable to keep themselves in line."
Then she walks away.

"We came here for our own reasons, at least, I did. But I will help find out who or what caused that fire. My skills are yours, for the time, Almah!" She bows - but only slightly.

With that, Mirama doesn't waste time and starts searching for tracks into or out of the camp...

Perception: 9 (+4) = 13
Survival: 16 (+0) = 16

Seeing that Javeed is already helping the for men to push away that wagon (and is also the better choice for this kind of work, because of his muscles) Mirama takes up the bucket he has just dropped again, to help the "waterline".

Mirama is down from her camel in the blink of an eye, helping wherever she's needed.

"Yeah, that was funny, little brother!"

Mirama laughs. One of those rare moments where she looks like a normal, happy girl. As quick as this moment came, as quick it is gone, and her beautiful green eyes, shining out below her raven dark dreadlocks, turn sombre, showing that determined look again.
Her long, filigrane fingers try to reign the camel she's riding, showing those terrible scars on her wrists.
Among all her equipment she's carrying, one item shines out - the manacles she's wearing at her girdle. No one, except Martika and Khalit know the history behind those manacles.
It was at the first camp at a watering-hole, where she took of her clothes to take a bath to wash off the desert dust and to cool her olive-brown, soft skin, when every man who started to follow her stopped dead in mid-motion, sitting back down again, because of seeing her back - it was totally scarred from being whipped a hundred or more times. Not a single spot of soft skin left. Afterwards no one dared to talk to her, except her brother and sister of course.
Mirama's used to that kind of behaviour, and now wonders again, if she will ever find a man who dares touching her hurting back, who loves her for how and what she is, wilth all those scars on her body - and her soul...

"Those where good times, Khalit, indeed..."

Dryder,

Gnoll is fine as a language known.

And, go ahead and leave Mirama's AC at 15, I forgot to account for her Dodge feat. My bad.

Thanks for making those fixes!

You mean leave it at 16?! I already substracted one point, as you told me. So if its ok for you, I'll change it back to 16 then... ;)

Here she is!
Tell me, if you need anything more!
Tom

Ok, I need to change my PC to female, because I couldn't find a fitting avatar... :)
Anyway, her name's Mirama and stats should follow this week. Sorry, maybe I can make it tomorrow, but I have a few problems to adress this week...