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Hey gang. I hate to say it but I'm really struggling to keep up on this thread. The game is awesome and I love the character, but between the 3 RL & Roll20 games I'm running, a podcast and video editing (not to mention the day job going 10 hrs per day latley) I'm going to have to step away for the time being. Pleas feel free to bot Mohktar, I'll leave his character profile alone so you can know his stats. Good luck, guys and gals. I know you'll demolish this evil!
. . . Startled awake by the warning, the monk is greeted with a burst of light. The illumination bathes the beatial form of a half man half tiger, blood dripping from its claws. He leaps to his feet and races to put himself between the animal and Pratavh. Along the way he focuses his Ki for added protection.
Trying to study the animal-man, Mohktar attempts to land a swift kick.
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. "Hmmm, camping near such a place with no ready exit..." Mohktar has a look around...
Mohktar thrusts up a hand, signaling for the column to stop. He reaches forward and grabs Shiko by the shoulder. Then he quietly whispers, "Crocodiles ahead. Large ones. We need to get the elephants back before they panic." He signals whomever is manning the ballista and gestures to the logs. "Crocodiles." He alerts.
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Mohktar pauses at the old man's recitation of what sounds like scripture. But they are words beyond his experience or study. Unable to recall, he instead dips his chin in agreement with Shiko. "The dark goddess is calling her servants south. Perhaps their final gambit is closer to hand than we'd like." "We have two or three hours of travel on the day. I suggest we camp nearby, rest the animals, then set out at first light." Mohktar spares a glance for the odd curator but turns back to the group to await their decision. In the back of his mind, the monk considers what would push a man to live alone in a place such as this isolated shrine. Was his duty passed down aso a part of his lineage? Or was it a calling of thus "central deity" to which he ascribes?
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Heresies aside, Mohktar nods thoughtfully at the hermit's response. "Your offer to open minds is heartfelt, but I will not partake in such witchery. To communicate with Great Irori thusly would be...unwise." Mohktar gestures towards the direction of the mountain and Leckumgee. "But you have stated there are many travelers venturing to and fro in your sight. Do any have tales of what lay in Leckumgee? What do they say of the demon worshippers that have taken up residence there?"
. . . Mohktar stands before the statue dedicated to Irori. Yes, wisdom, Master of masters. Please reveal to your servant, the reason at this place was lay before his path.
The monk narrows his eyes at the response from the hermit. There's not anger but curiosity in his tone. "The worship of the gods is not a journeyman's trade. How is it you can extend blessings from the all?"
Sorry gang, I thought I had posted up A notice that I was going to be out of pocket for the next few days. I'll read and catch up here, and try and get something posted tonight or tomorrow morning.
. . . 'What about that beast we faced? The one impersonating a human merchant? It had jaws like this."
Mohktar looks from the footprints that lead up to the dead bodies then inspects the daggers. "It would seem this young couple was running...from there" He points in the opposite direction then to the deep tracks in the mud. "Who or what ever was pursuing them did them in with weapons bearing the mark of Dhalavei. I would advise none but Shiko-san touch the blades, they may be poisoned." "Well done, Hirati. But what is this Vudrani writing here?" He hands the ring to Alwyn or Pratavh. But something catches his eye... In a flash, Mohktar is heading towards the male laying face down in the muck. "Cover me in case of mischief..." He says as he moves to roll the body over. "...but I think this one still lives!"
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"I am blessed by my Master who gives me the power to survive." He responds to Lilly. "But healing would be welcomed."
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》 "Beware,the spiders are enthralled by the monster and acting as guards." Mohktar takes advantage of his extended reach, focusing his Ki to push his striking potential beyond its normal limits. He attacks the northern spider to keep it engaged. "Focus on him, bring him down." 》
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Mohktar downs one of his elixirs, the magics held within going from inert to active. His bone and muscle and sinew expand as he leaps forward, Mohktar's body and weapon double in size as he lands within 10 ft of the now grappled and desiccated being. He raises his treble sword aloft and plunges it downward into prone form.
. . . Mohktar reacts swiftly, bringing the torch up and hurling it to the desiccated figure, intent upon lighting the webbing surrounding him and setting the tiny vermin in fire. improvised
He then unclips a jar of oil from his haversack and hurls it at the same target. improvised "Pratavh, light the demon man on fire, quickly!"
. . . Mohktar maintains his torch in his left hand and his temple sword in his right. "If we should, perhaps burning the webs will ward off anything of ill intent?"
Mohktar bows deeply to Alwyn and regains his feet. "Many thanks." While his nerves still feel as though they're on fire, the monk reaches into his pack to retrieve a torch, lighting it with flint & steel. "This place is foreboding despite the shelter it provides..."
He peers into the darkness but is distracted by the abundance if spider silk. He draws his temple sword and says, "Do any of you know information about spiders that can spin such webs? Perhaps some lore that can aid us should their creators take exception to our presence?"
. . . Mohktar nods once and maintains his offensive. Reaching deep into his reservoir of inner power to extend his abilities to strike repeated blows upon the electrified elemental. 》
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. Mohktar reels from the onslaught, staggering and weaving to keep his feet as the others leap into action. Shaking away the arcing pa in along his spine the monk launches into a flurry of attacks. 》
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Been trying to keep up but I've had some significant changes at work along with elevated responsibilities in a podcast. I'll do my best to keep up. With Mohktar he remains quiet most of the time since he doesn't speak the language.
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Mohktar will sit first watch with Alwyn.
Hey gang, just a head up that I'll be out of pocket this weekend. I'll try and keep up. For travel, my vote would be the long way. Shortcuts and large animals usually don't mix.
. . . Mohktar finishes gathering his belongings and shakes his head. "A shortcut with such large animals does not seem sens..." He pauses and slips a glance to Bvar, keen to observe his sensibilities and pride. "...my vote is to follow Bala's advisement in this instance. His is the purview of these majestic animals. I should think he desire to take the road is in the interest of keeping them...battle worthy. In the opposing view, I would see that all considerations be given in the use of tactics and the ballista." To hopefully dissuade major argument, Mohktar reports his sighting during watch. "A rider past in the night. Horseback, very fast. They took pains to avoid our camp. We should be cautious."
Mohktar aids aa best he can with camp setup, following direction and doing anunheard lifting as matter of conditioning. Then he volunteers for first watch.
शांति स्थिरता मौन Mohktar watches as the city of his grandfather disappears beyond the natural obstructions of the jungle(?) and seeks to remain silent for a time. It wasn't so long ago that they'd just arrived in the city. Now they marched to do battle with an evil plaguing the region. How grand is the workings of the Master of masters! Your humble servant bows to your wisdom, oh boundless one. Please see to my success by your plan and not mine. [ooc]just great [/b]
. . . Alwyn, I think those are some smart purchases. Can't be too careful... Ok, here's what I've got on tap (6,670 gp):
I'd like to purchase the javelins of lightning if they're available. I'm looking up other things right now...
. . . Mohktar smiles over at his comrade and says, "Look at you now, Shiko-san. Even the shadows will not knowhat to do with you."
DM Fang Dragon:
..Taking you up on the Varunasi thing.. Also, would it be possible for him to pick up a trio of Javelins of Lightning?. .
Arriving at the shop, Mohktar enters and bows to the proprietor. "Mistress Varunasi, it is my honor to return to your establishment to view your creations. You'd made mention of garments for our benefit. I am humbled to ask after their status." He folds his hands before him and inclines his head once. "You should know that your information aided in us vanquish a great evil plaguing this city. We will be leaving soon to root out this evil at its source."
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Mohktar remains quiet as Bvar runs down his litany of accomplishments. Such bravado is far from appropriate in the monk's eyes but he understands pride does have its place. He presses his hands together and bows the namaste. "Master Bvar, surely a leader and warrior such as yourself, knowledgeable in the use of such fine equipment..." Mohktar gestures to the ballista. "...can humor those with less knowledge of the implement in its proper installation? And no doubt, the knowledge of those who command these magnificent and noble elephants can grant insights into the very same process." Mohktar bows once more and leans in close to add, "Your endeavors here will aid in the destruction of a dragon terrorizing the people of Leckumgee. A formidable foe who has added to the misery of this great city here."
. Mohktar considers further the implications of combating a dragon and the followers of this cult. Having dealt with the bird creature and the like, he asks a question regarding magical supplies.
शांति स्थिरता मौन A dragon? Mohktar had been quiet during the interview, but the mention of such a beast as an enemy piques his interest. As Alwyn sees to a private conversation with Pandisar, he leans close to the others and says quietly, We must see to the collection of these accounts he mentioned. If it is a dragon we face, then the more we know will allow us to be better equipped to defeat it."
. . . Mohktar puts a hand out to pause his friend. "The assassin had implements for a dangerous poison. You've more skill with these things than I." the monk offers the tightly wrapped satchel to Shiko. "Perhaps you can ascertain it's effectiveness and antidote? Turn the enemy's weapon against them?" Even as he asks the question both men turn to see the gigantic waves approaching from the bay. "Our friends are down there, yes? They'd have used the acolytes' scrolls by now."
Busy work days to say and tomorrow. I'll peep here a bit and get caught up. Consider Mohktar as having that poison contained in the apparatus used by the assassin. He'll then bound after Shiko to catch up to the group.
शांति स्थिरता मौन Mohktar considers the vial of poison and wonders if this is what was given to Bahni.
शांति स्थिरता मौन "It would seem the home of my grandfather is teeming with those who have no honor." he responds to the assassin's silence. Mohktar searches in the direction their comrades had departed towards the waters. Although he'd seen nothing before he searches for any other immediate dangers along the rooftops.
That done, he presses on the hand that he has locked in place and uses his own to open the assassin's vest and procure whatever object he had been reaching for earlier. "Shiko-san, this honorless dog bides his time, delaying until some other event occurs. Or someone else arrives. Be vigilant."
शांति स्थिरता मौन Mohktar springs forward, leveraging every ounce of speed granted him by the Master of masters. His foot presses outwards against the man's knee, turning it at an awkward angle of grant the monk room to slam into the would be assassin. His other leg comes up and slams into the man's elbow while his hands snake out to put his hand into a firm grip. His eyes go from the man's then to the area of his vest to spy what sort of object is held therein. (Avoid AoO)
"Cease your foolishness, assassin. The game is over. Accept the honor of this defeat and live to see your life set aright." (searching for treachery)
Mohktar bows his thanks to Alwyn and heads up.
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"Alwyn, Lilly, Pratavh, remain with the palanquin. The path ahead looks freer to the water." Mohktar cinches the straps on his haversack and scopes out a path upward to the roof and his friend.
"If you're comfortable with this, I shall go and assist Shiko-san. Then we will move along the rooftops to follow this path." If the others are ok the plan, the monk makes his way to the rooftops.
Once he hits the roof, Mohktar scans the area for other enemies who might harass the palanquin. (dangers lurking) If Mohktar spots Shiko, and there are no other assailants lurking, he moves towards the ninja.
शांति स्थिरता मौन Mohktar's face is grim, eyes seeing the poisoned javelin (?) sticking out of the ground. He sees Alwyn make a slight gesture to the alleyway, the monk considers the proposed route and sprints forward to take the lead. (watching path)
Hey gang. Busy weekend that wasn't planned and a Tuesday to match. I'm get caught up and posted by tomorrow.
. . . "Though I've yet to master the language, I think some obvious gestures will suffice in getting the point across." Mohktar cinches the straps on his haversack and eyes the closest buildings to pick his climbing approach. "Dear Hirati, if I might prevail upon your graces and ask that you accompany me. In such a way I can maintain contact with the group, yes?" The monk takes a few bounding steps and leaps to the firmest handhold leading upwards then swinging and jumping his way to the roof. (to handhold)
Reaching the roof, Mohktar takes a moment to get his bearings and then starts to run and bound along the rooftops, making his way to the downed cart. (scope for dangers)
The monk makes his way thru the crowd, moving to the cart. Once there, he sets about attempting to organize a few of the men there to right it and get it on its way. (can I get a hand?)
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"I could climb upwards, the make my way there and assist in removing the cart." He looks to the palanquin. "Perhaps two of us going would not cause the mission dismay."
Mohktar presses his hands together and gives a slight bow to the armed men as they depart. Once they're gone he turns and follows the panquin as it continues do the road.
Mohktar nods agreement, his duty is to Bahni and seeing her safely through the city. But to know he could do something good for these catatonic revellers gnaws at him. "Shiko-san, Pratavh, Lilly, get the palanquin moving. Quick as you can." He looks to one of the water bearers along the road and withdraws a few silver pieces, handing them to him and pointing to a bucket of water for purchase. (purchase the water) Once the group has moved on with the palanquin, he passes by Alwyn and says quietly. "If I were to splash water over the faces of these glazed-eyed drunkards, would it possibly waken them? Those armed guards are going to pull them into an alley or something."
शांति स्थिरता मौन "Agreed." Mohktar responds. He gestures to the others and then to the litter bearers that it's time to move on. If things get moving, the monk places himself between the palanquin and the armed men.
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Mohktar leans in to whisper to Pratavh, "I believe the merchant of this brew is deliberately dosing the crowd while these and fellows ate either robbing them or worse."
"So shall it be said, so shall it be done, friend Hirati."
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