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Nexander watches the growing conflict with interest, but makes no move to intervene. He'd had more than enough with secrecy as well.
Nexander gets down off of Aja and begins a yogic stretching routine taught to him by his parents when he was a child. The routine takes several minutes to complete. Once he's finished he makes sure to urinate and then drink plenty of water. "Your ass sore from riding yet 'Nafe?" he asks his saddle mate with a grin.
Heh...you an old man's b$~$#, Nexander thinks, while watching Ibir succumb to Pinkerton's spell. He then nods at the expedition leader's suggestion and makes his way to bed. In the morning, he's up early and prepares Aga for both him and Unafe to ride. He eats a very light breakfast and is then ready to go.
Ready to go also.
"Unafe, hop that pretty little rear of yours up here. We'll make a lot better time riding double. Aga's strong, he can carry both of us," Nexander calls over to the young shaman.
I thought I remembered that too, but I don't trust my memory. Now that I'm not the only one, you're probably right. So...yeah. Hour a day at first, see how it goes, and then maybe another hour if it's good?
Well Pinkerton should theoretically be able channel energy as well. Xander would let Unafe ride his warhorse, but no one else. Even then he'll want to snuggle up on that chocolate yum yum....er...ride double ;)
"I don't see how this really changes anything. Sure, it lets us know a lot of stuff we didn't before, but we still have the same goal. If anything our quest is even more urgent now that we know Warris's group is ahead of us," Nexander says after finishing reading the journal. "Pinkerton, what is it that we're after? Why do the Razmians want it too? You not trusting us won't help anything."
-adds to list of people whose heads get blown off-
Nexander read the profanity ridden notes with great gusto, enjoying it heartily. "So...They were traveling with the gnolls, the Razmirans and another group of adventurers. Sounds like I have an evil half-orc twin, as do you Unafe and Sasbrek. Wonder what happened to them?"
"That whore! She was a spy? If I ever see her again I'll blow her slatternly head off," Nexander grumbles angrily at the revelation the Zubaida was actually "Lonicera".
Who needs a saw when you have dormbrandr (or however you spell it). Edit: I'm totally fine with a loot buy out system like Gyrfalcon proposed.
"Mind if I take a look at that big guy? I can probably translate it," Xander asks Thorgrim as he is examining the journal. Catching a glimpse of the script he continues, "Ah yeah, that's infernal. I'm fluent." The archivist holds out his hand for the book, intending to read it aloud in translation into common.
She should take bless.
Damn son! 53 HP on a non-synthesist at level 3? Nice. I'm taking the leather armor then.
Does anyone else want the leather armor?
Seeing that everyone is fine, and there's not much left to do at the battle sight, Nexander follows Thorgrim. Man's like a damned ox. In fact, I think I'd rather have him pulling my cart than some overgrown cow any day.
Nexander chants a short spell and then spends a few minutes examining all the magical loot. He explains the uses of everything except for the glowing crystal and the pearl. "These two are a bit more complicated. I think with enough time I can understand the crystal, but I'm not so sure about the pearl. Maybe Pinkerton will recognize its use. We should finish up here and go let them know we're okay."
True. Will do.
Yay, useless loot? :/
I'm not the only one with spellcraft am I? The armor and or cloak could be useful to Xander as I'm sure they would be to others also.
Down the line is fine. I meant to roll six times, it was late, I was on a tablet :P
At 2nd level, an archivist gains a bonus on Spellcraft checks to identify magic items or decipher scrolls equal to half his bard level and may take 10 on such checks.... I'll take 10 to identify everything magical we found for a Edit:19 since we didn't rest yet.
Level 3 (Bard, Archivist) +6 HP
Inspire Competence Learned message and comp languages +10 skill points
Nexander is quick to reload Betsy before the spell of abundant ammunition ends. "Hey, Gi'chak, if you wan' you can reload from my bandoleer before my spell runs out. The ammo will replace itself. It's pretty cool, man. My old man taught me about it." He walks over, offering the goblin a metal jacketed round. He looks over to the meat grinder, and the waist high wall of gnoll corpses and giant puddle of gore slicking the desert stone. He watches as some of the blood runs off the stones to drip into the sand. Yakini's about to eat right tonight. Damn. "Hey y'all okay over there?" he calls over to the bloody melee combatants. It's hard to tell if all the red splattered on them is from the gnolls, or whether any of them are injured.
Glad the dengue didn't kill you. Good luck becoming a doctor man! See you in the future I hope.
Nexander lines up on the injured gnolls trying to shoot up at them, seeing how effective a meat grinder the more melee oriented part of the group is. This is going well. He pulls the trigger, sending another bullet streaking down into the gully. It strikes the gnoll, and Nexander grins. "Like shooting fish in a barrel!" he exclaims.
Yeah, hope so. I'm in a lot of games with him :P
He hasn't posted in any of his games in several days. I'm thinking something happened IRL, as that's not like him.
Nexander grins as the leader goes down under Ardeshir's fire. He lines up his sights on one of the closer gnolls and squeezes off another round. He can't tell if he wounded the creature or not, but cocks back the hammer again, ready to empty Betsy into the monstrous humanoids below.
We are? Whoops. Distracted...I will get something up after work.
Ranged is king in Pathfinder. The most annoying PCs as a DM are ones who are good with their longbows/firearms.
Nice. Now that you've killed your own monster, go finish your writing sample for my playtest, so I can actually accept one of your characters into one of my games! (^_^)
I intended to do it a ways back (physically, not time wise), it lasts two minutes. If that wouldn't have worked I guess I can burn a charge from one of my wands.
Nexander crawls slowly forward to the edge of the cliff, after casting his spell of abundant ammunition and loading Betsy. He sees that the goblin, kobold, and Kelishite are ready to start the ambush, so he raises up on his elbows with Betsy in a two handed grip. That's a long shot with a revolver. Here's to luck.... He exhales slowly, and holding as still as he can, squeezes the trigger as if caressing a virgin lover for the first time. The revolver bucks in his hand, adding its thunder to Gi'chak's. Nexander grins broadly, letting out a ululating war whoop as he sees his round impact the gnoll leader's torso. He cocks back the hammer and prepares to fire again.
Looking to Unafe, Nexander says, "Hey 'Nafe, can you watch Aga for me? Make sure no one touches him?" The he responds to Aluriel, "...I guess? If we're potentially going to be in a battle soon I'd rather save my own more flexible energies for the fight. Are you volunteering to be routine healer?" After receiving confirmation from the Unafe and hearing Aluriel's reponse, Nexander moves to stand with Ardeshir. "I'm ready."
Nexander looks at him like he's sprouted a third leg, shaking his head. He pulls out the wand of healing and pokes himself, saying the command word.
"Anyone else need a refresher?" the bard asks around the group. After healing anyone who needs it , he draws Betsy, unloaded. Once everyone is ready to investigate, he will whisper words of endless ammunition over his bandolier as they ride out of camp to investigate.
"Mr. Pinkerton, could you please channel your goddess's power to heal us? I'm not feeling so well in this heat, and it seems we might have trouble."
Nexander feels nothing for Jack. I'm just glad it wasn't me or Aga. Or gods forbid 'Nafe. She's so young, hope she makes it through this to live a little. While he has no desire to participate in Jack's funeral, he doesn't wish to denigrate it either. Xander simply hangs back a respectful distance, tending to Aga while the others say goodbye to the elf.
Hulk carry everyone's heavy shinies!
Nexander hurries over to help Unafe tend to Yakini once the beast is felled. He chants a short rhyme over her wounds, "Scaly girl so brave and might', let Xander stitch ya up real tight..." It's not much, but along with Aluriel's aid and a poke from Unafe's wand, Yakini seems to be mostly better. Nexander then remounts Aga and watches as the others cut the beast open and fish through its innards. Fascinating, but oooh so stinky.
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