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Out beyond the safety of the walls, Mithias walk slowly beside the lumbering wagons, eyes constantly scanning for any sign of movement.
Mithias looks over the volunteers. "Thank you for helping. Any advice you provide regarding your village or the handling the wagons will be taken into consideration." His assessment finds them wanting, "Do you only have the quarterstaffs? I hope that none of the deadites get within spitting distance of wagons, but those won't do much against a zombie. If don't have any, let's see about getting you all some knives. They'll do better in a pinch against the fleshy dead and if, heavens forbid, we get overrun, you can prevent yourselves from being eaten alive."
Well neither I nor Mithias would need UMD to use it, as we both have CLW on our spell lists, I believe. You can carry it, if you want. Grimdark is fine with me. I shall be a pillar of hope amidst the squalor of human weakness and despair! ;)
Sounds good everyone. The 125gp should cover it, unless Kissich is broke, then it'll be 150gp.
"I think we're talking carts plural here. One wagon load ain't going to last with this many mouths to feed. We've got a bit of a window here to try to grab as much as we can and who know when we'll get another chance. We should try to make the most of it." At Thurin's suggestion, Mithias shakes his head. "Too slow. I agree that we'll need to sweep the area first, but we need to back those wagons right up to the door. I don't want to be exposed for any longer than I have to, so I think speed is the name of the game here."
Who's got some coin to pitch in for a wand of CLW? With the 6 of us it should be 125 gold each, assuming no campaign setting markups.
@DM: what's the magic item situation in the city? Are wands of clw available? Potions?
Mithias rubbed at weary eyes. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. It was getting harder and harder to remember what it was like before all this madness began. Taking a look around, he nods at the hardened, capable company he's in. The Captain wasn't quite recruiting for a milk run, but this crew looked like it could handle it. "You know you can count on me Captain. What's the saying? We're only three missed meals from chaos? I'd rather not test to see if that's true."
Well this is exciting. Thanks for the invite. So looks like we got two melee (rogue, cavalier), a couple of casters (sorcerer, druid/oracle) and a pair of archers(inquisitor, zen archer/summoner)? Stealth synergy, Lookout or Bonded mind would be usable by everyone, but then again not everyone needs to pick the same thing. Lookout is probably the most situational of those three.
Stealth synergy seems pretty great. Escape Route is useful for melee. Personally, I like the flavor of Bonded mind. There's a bunch of cool options, but ultimately in the end it's going to depend on the final party composition.
Thanks. I decided to really lean into the undead theme. I wouldn't say that the final rest inquisition is good, but it just fits too well to pass up. Should still be competent against other enemies, but one would hope that the based on the description, there should be lots of undead.
Alrighty GM here's Fanguar's application: Aasimar Inquisitor(Royal Accuser, Sanctified Slayer) 3 Crunch is in the profile, but in brief, it's a ranged anti-undead build. Have some spells, have some skills, can do a bit of everything.
Character sketch:
Mathias joined the Grand Order of Cryptkeepers at an early age. Tending the crypts and graves of the dead seemed like a quiet job and the work’s general feeling of rightness appealed to him. The training at abbey was tedious and maybe a bit self-serious, but Mithias was a good initiate and came to appreciate the tenants of the faith; that a body had earned its rest after a lifetime of toil in service of the soul. He also learned of all those that might corrupt or defile the peace of the dead and due to his innate aptitudes, was assigned to the sect of the order devoted to protecting the sanctity of the dead. Assigned to one of the larger cemeteries in the area, Mithias enjoyed several years of relative quiet, occasionally there would be a ghoul incursion into the crypts or a carrion crawler would wander into the necropolis, but other than these brief moments of excitement, his time was relatively quiet. Shortly before the sky darkened, reports began to circulate through the order. Graves being dug up in long abandoned cemeteries. Ossuaries being opened for their annual cleaning and blessings, only to be found empty. Local members of the Order did their best to find the culprits, but none were found. Local authorities blamed the Cryptkeepers for the desecrations, but did not consider the loss of the long forgotten dead a major concern. As a consequence, tithes began to fall. Within the order, these events caused mounting concern and some their meagre resources were re-allocated to smaller and abandoned burial sites. At his own post, Mithias and his brethren had begun to notice the occasional odd scratching sounds around the cemetery. Assuming it was ghouls trying to get at the fresher corpses, they began setting traps to lure the undead to the surface, but all their efforts failed. The truth of the matter soon came to light, when one of the communal grave sites collapsed after a heavy rain, revealing a tunnel entrance. The tunnel was much more advanced than anything a ghoul or animal would have dug, further causing alarm. A scout was sent in and reported that the tunnel connected to an extensive network. A small team of exterminators were sent in and were never seen again. The tunnel entrance was collapsed rather than risk another team. Mithias learned that this was not an isolated event and similar tunnels and disappearances had been reported at all the major burial sites overseen by the order. Reports and requests for aid were sent to the other Churches and authorities, but they were denied and more often than not, the Order was admonished as being alarmist and incompetant as they ‘Were not even capable of keeping the vermin out’. Things only got worse when the Cryptkeepers were forced to close the cemeteries in response to reports of Brethren disappearing. Mithias had witnessed the second first hand, having watched the ground give way beneath Brother Martin, pulling the screaming man into the rich graveyard soil. He was all too happy when the order came in from on high for the remaining members to close shop and relocate to the safety of the larger cities. When the day went dark, the Order knew what to expect. They were not surprised by the rise of the dead, but the sheer scope of it was appalling. Never a large order to begin with, and further diminished by the losses taken during their investigations and defence of the dead, the Cryptkeepers were in no position to lead a proper defense against the hordes of undead that swarmed over the countryside. They did their best to organize militias and hold back the tide, but it was a losing battle. Still, they managed to save many lives in those early days of chaos and terror. Today, the few remaining members of the Order find themselves in the few remaining cities that still stand, lending their experience and knowledge to living’s fight for survival. Mithias currently finds himself in the city of Mullern, unofficially attached to the city's defense force. For the last year or so he’s been training militia, manning the walls and performing sorties to recover resources or to tactically strike against undead incursions. Occasionally, these excursions come at the behest of the Cryptkeeper hierarchy, as they try to consolidate resources and search for new ways of combating the undead menace. In light of the current state of affairs, the Grand Order of Cryptkeepers is more popular than ever before and though the current recognition and appreciation is nice, there is an undercurrent of sadness that runs through the Church: If only people had listened to the warnings before it was too late. Thanks for the consideration and let me know if you have any questions.
I humbly submit Mithias for consideration. He is an unarmed strike, Thug/Scout debuff rogue. Crunch is in his profile. Please let me know if I've missed anything or if you have any questions. Fluff: Physical description:
Personality:
History:
The Golden Goblin Gaming House's tournament is an opportunity for Mithias to move one up a bit and he plans on attending in the hopes of showcasing his particular blend of talents. Gambling houses need security and Mithias feels that there are few better suited for such a job than he. Relationship to Riddleport:
Yikes, sounds like you've had a rough go of it lately. Glad to hear that things are better. As for the campaign, I'm still game to continue.
Can't say that I have.
Mithias climbs up the rope to join the others.
Still here. Been super busy, so unfortunately I can't drive the narrative.
"Ugh. You have no idea. This water is teeming with unwholesome vermin. Cinch your bootstraps and we'll have to check of leeches once we're done. Hopefully nobody catches anything too vile from this filth."
Mithias shrugs, "How are you supposed to know how something works if you don't take it apart?"
As there seems to be little sense of urgency at the moment, Mithias spends a little time putting together some infusions. He makes two infusions of cure moderate wounds, offering them to his companions and ones of bomber's eye and expeditious retreat for himself.
"Nice place. Anyone find anything? If not let's keep moving." Mithias will move onto the smoking room.
"It does appear to be the case. I guess the portrait is of the man we seek." "East is a good a place to start as any."
"I will point out that goblins routinely eat babies. Just saying.." Mithias goes over to join Jean.
No worries chief. Post when you can.
Mithias looks at the goblins with disgust. "Vile creatures. Barely better than the trolls."
With one troll down, Mithias continues his rain of hellfire:
Mithias will throw another bomb:
Mithias will move within 40' of the troll and lob a bomb
"Sound like he might have just been a convenient scapegoat for whomever actually broke in. Was anything found to be missing from the museum after the beast was apprehended?"
"That seems an easy enough task and I would love to speak with the creator of a marvel such as the beast. I would also like to know why he left such a lost soul alone to wander the wilds on its own. Frankly, I'm surprised that it has taken so long for the township to turn agains the creature."
The justice of Lepidstat is deplorable and Mithias can't help but think that they would have been better just killing Grine and Vorkstag than turning them over to the authorities. He turns away once the pyre is lit. He has treated severe burns before and has no desire to watch flames touch the condemned.
"Well it is a well appointed lab, but I don't think it would be right to steal from it. If the authorities give me permission, well than that's a different matter." Mithias will survey the room to see if there is anything of professional note.
Mithias steps forward and begins to staunch the man's wounds. After a few moments he sits back. That should do it, he shouldn't die on us now.
Mithas readies a bomb to throw in case the creature gets past Leon.
Mithias lobs another bomb past Firavel to strike the creature.
If Mithias has a clear shot, he'll lob another bomb after the fleeing creature,
otherwise, he will chase after him.
Great Googly moogly. What is that thing?
Tanglefoot bomb DC16 ref: creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity and is glued to the floor, unable to move.
Mithias fishes out the leather mask, "Ah yes, we came across this item in close proximity to the alchemical infusion. It appears to be a mask made from the face of a man. It's well cured and it was removed from its owner with surgical precision. You wouldn't happen to have run across anything of this sort previously?
Do we want to bring up the fact about the darkvision infusion and the fact that golems have darkvision?
Did anyone have anything they wanted to add for this witness, or should we let the prosecutor at him?
Mithas gives the man a reassuring smile, "We were glad to help. Now if you could be so kind, would you please remove your shirt to show the court the results of this attack." While Dernik removes his shirt, Mithas retrieves the caiman head to use as a prop. "Now, I know its a bit difficult to see with the bruising, but notice the pattern of puncture wounds, the distincive tearing to the right side. That's the result of the lateral death roll. A large reptile can bite with thousands of pounds off pressure, sufficient to pierce the thickest of skin. From the Eldar's testimony we know that the individual they chased off was bitten by the same animal as bit Mr. Dernik here. As such, one would expect that such a person would bear a scar similar to what we see here. No such marks are present on the Defendant." "Thank you Mr. Dernik, you may put your shirt back on."
"Mr. Dernik. Could you please tell the court in your own words what happened when you escorted the defence's investigators to the site of the Morast graveyard. Specifically what we found at the site and the events of your encounter with the caiman."
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