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Greetings, april!
I'll still be checking on occasion, just in case. All my PBPs have slowed down enough that I don't check often though. Kinda like Terwin's sentiment. Luckily I have enough PFS/home games to waste more time than I should be anyway :P Got a group playing Way of the Wicked with a red mantis assassin. Fun, but challenging!
Orren shifts back to the space vacated by Chance "That teleportation spell is short-range, they can't be more than a few hundred feet from here, be wary!"
Terwin summed it up, that's basically what I'm trying to get at. Its been a bit tricky balancing Orren's curiosity and desire for information with maintaining a sense of "good." He's not too fond making promises for info and then killing, but if it must be done...
"Think for a moment! This is a lone goblin in a cave, hardly a threat to Sandpoint. You can justify it by the letter of our task, but certainly not the spirit!" Orren takes a few steps forward into the cave while speaking "That Razmiran priests can all the way here for a single goblin is highly troubling. At the very least, it's worth seeing what he knows first." "Just try not to kill him first," he says with a sigh.
"Please, hold!" Orren shouts, amplified by the echo through the cave. "We may be able to learn something from him! Terwin, could you make out what he said?"
"Those three have teleported away. They can't be very far, though." Orren mutters a prayer to Nethys, asking for his aid. Responding to the priest's comment, "And what business do Razmirans have in Varisia? You're quite far from home."
"Be careful! We don't know what these men may be capable of." Orren tries to keep somewhat quiet while following the group. "I did not expect a goblin here, though. Could this be the exiled one the goblin at the bridge spoke of...?"
Orren whispers, "True, true. I think I hear something in that direction as well."
Orren calls out to Nethys, requesting his divine protection for him and his allies. He then moves to the side, hoping to line up a shot at the spider.
It seems we should have exhibited a bit more patience, Navarro.
Orren pulls in a breath over his teeth while passing the vines. "Nettles...hrmm." He seems slightly annoyed.
Orren allows the studier members to go in first, staying near Terwin.
How's it hangin' y'all?
"From my understanding, these men seem to think the goblins have acquired some sort of 'stone.' Whether it is actually of any consequence is debatable, but the goblins seem to believe it is so. This could be why they've grown so bold. Ending the goblin attacks outright would surely yield a greater reward."
Seems we've lost Lukas as well? And Jarryn! Someone's stealing our party members left and right!! We're next! Game over man! Oh, and Cyrus! We're doooooomed!!!
"The presence of these men causes me concern, I believe we should follow them. If they are who I think they are, no good can come of them, and they are unlikely to welcome the assistance of anyone, irrespective of the possibility of mutual goals." "They seem to be interested in the goblins either way, so this shouldn't be much of a distraction, if that helps."
Orren takes one of the watches past midnight, taking time to pray after waking the next watcher before retiring for the last few hours left to morning.
"Could it be...?" Orren turns back to the group and whispers: "I can't be sure without seeing these masks, but I know cultists of the Living God Razmir are known to wear iron masks. They are fanatics based on the far side of Lake Encarthan. Though what they're doing this far from Razmiran I cannot say." A scowl sets on his face, for those that can see clearly enough. "They could be quite dangerous." "Still, they must be after something important if they have come this far. I second Ms. Li's suggestion of tracking them come morning."
Orren murmurs a bit to himself after hearing Wilberforce's report. "Hmmmm... iron masks..?"
Spoiler:
Orren, not quite having fallen asleep yet, quietly stands from his bedroll and picks up his quarterstaff and holy symbol. Following Terwin's gesture, he spots the fire and, cocking his head, manages to barely make out some voices. In a hushed voice, he asks, "Terwin, would Wilberforce be willing to fly over and take a look? Presuming he can do so without being seen." Turning to the parrot, "Can you see well enough in this darkness?" Once a few more members are awoken, "Now would probably be a good time to mention I've been blessed with acute nightvision, similar to that of the Dwarven race, if you are familiar. Though, only at a range of approximately 60 feet." One corner of his mouth picks up slightly. "Though I must also admit that skulking about undetected in the brush has never been my forte."
"All that matters to Nethys is my morning prayers, sleep is of no consequence." He says amiably.
"I may be a bit older, but my night vision is still quite good. The late watch would be fine with me, I'm often up late anyway."
"It'd be a shame to damage such a nice gift," he states in agreement with Navarro.
Orren chuckles. "Such a useful trick! You'll have to show me sometime," he says with a smile.
Orren eats some his trail rations after packing up his sleeping gear and switch to his spare robe. "Agreed. Perhaps we should pay a visit to the goblin outcast we learned of yesterday? He could prove a valuable source of information." "As for the cloak (much thanks for discerning it's properties Terwin), it would best serve the more martially inclined of our group, Chance or Cyrus for instance, or perhaps Navarro." He smiles at Jia Li. "I'd include you in that list, but it seems a cloak might interfere with your practiced flow."
That's easier
I just had a thought: should we be keeping track of experience for these fights, or will you just tell us when to level up Seamus?
"A fine idea." Orren touches Terwin on the shoulder, "Nethys reveal us the secret of this garment..", giving him a slight boost in confidence.
"I can certainly detect a faint magical aura, though I'm unsure what it's function is supposed to be. Would anyone else care to take a look?"
"How kind of him to leave us a note. Sadly this cloak cannot be divided 6 ways. Let us make the best use of his gift."
Orren finds an open spot for his bedroll and settles down for the night. He rises early and finds a relatively dry spot near the cottage to pray for an hour in peace, which includes the symbolic casting of a few orisons.
"We thank you, it has been a long journey here. If I could ask one more question of you before we retire: Do you know how we might locate the goblins' village?"
"We only started within the day, though there were some prints on our trail as well."
Orren looks a bit puzzled by that revelation. "Curious indeed. I'd appreciate if you could detail your 'normal' interactions with the local goblins, please. And have you noticed any else out of the ordinary?"
Orren nods. "A wise choice to have precautions ready, in such a dangerous place." He pauses to take a sip of the offered tea "Have you noticed any recent changes in activity in the area? Sandpoint has seen an uptick in goblin attacks as of late."
Terwin's point is valid, if lacking in manners.
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