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Im fine in just letting the thread go. I really appreciate the time and effort you have put into the game between the two hosting sites, the transfer, the map and the story itself. It's been fun, but the whole campaign is slow for a multitude of reasons, most of which are personal/real life for everyone here. Is not anyone's fault, it just is what it is. Thanks for all your time and effort GM! No worries about leaving, seriously. It's just a game :) -Posted with Wayfinder
Peka begins to walk towards the wizard's manor, taking a few extra steps before realizing he was targeting the wrong house. "Whoops! Heh. Honest mistake..." he grins sheepishly before turning the other direction and heading towards the Baroness' manor. "A good night's rest after we report, then I say we head back in, unless something else comes up. Might need to rent a mule or two in order to gather those crates of pennies." he says, somewhat jovially.
Peka points to the large residential structure just down the road a ways and nudges the kobold towards it. "Well we still can't report on why they knocked the tower down, but at least we know who has that information. Come to think of it, the Baroness did advise us against going to the quarry." he dusts a bothersome spot off of his breeches as they trudge towards the estate. "But at least we have a few more pieces of the puzzle. I'm thinking we keep the news about Hunclay to ourselves, or at least let the Baroness know that it cannot get out as public news just yet. We don't want to start a panic." He finishes with a smirk.
Peka paints a frown on his face at the prospect of leaving what might be a good fight up in the lair. "Sure we've figured out how the tower collapsed, except we don't really know exactly how, just that the kobolds were responsible. We don't know why... There must be some other answer, isn't there?" He asks, his curiosity oozing out of each word he speaks. He inadvertently looks to Rose with a hopeful look in his eye that she might agree with him. "If we could bring the kobold tribe leader back to town to stand trial for his crimes... ooohhh... Just think of fame! It might be small town backwater fame, but it would be fame nonetheless!" I might drink for free for at least a week!
No worries man - I'm feeling it to I think. Though I think in my case it is more Gaming fatigue in general, not just pathfinder. My priorities and things I find most important and enjoyable tend to ebb and flow... I still enjoy this, and pathfinder, and gaming, but if I honestly compare this year with last year, pathfinder (and gaming in general) is not as close to the top of the list as it was last year. It is what it is man, this is fun, but it's just a game. Nothing on these boards could come close to the importance of real life. Do what you have to do. :)
Peka looks from Benedict's axe sharpening to the kobold, back to the axe, then back to the kobold again, exaggerating his head movements to emphasis the predicament the sniveling dragon-kin is in.
"And once you have told us who your boss is, you can tell us why they wanted the wizard dead. Go ahead, just keep pouring your heart out little guy. This awful experience will be all over soon enough. The quicker you tell us everything, the faster it will be done." Peka's voice is condescendingly soothing as he plucks on the strings of the kobold's fear. Just for good measure, he cracks his knuckles.
Peka repeats what he mentioned to the others as he was preparing to wake the little beast up. "Who do you serve? Were you working with the human who is now dead back there; the wizard? Did you help cause the tower collapse or was it just a convenient cover for... whatever you were doing down here? What were you doing down here?" Peka hits the little kobold with a barrage of questions, not unlike his fists earlier on its companions. Despite his disdain for the filthy draconic runt, he is surprisingly patient in repeating the questions to make sure that it answers each of them.
Peka smiles and winks with lewd intent at Rose, allowing the back-handed compliment to slide off and returning the treatment with something he knows will irk her just as much. He chuckles at the thought of the back and forth in his mind, but quickly dismisses it for things more urgent requiring his attention. The devilishly handsome man reaches down and strips the kobold of anything useful in his hands and belt. He then takes the belt from the kobold's waist and wraps it around the dragon-kin's wrists. With the little creature firmly secured, he starts gently slapping its cheek in an attempt to wake it up. "Anyone got any smelling salts? Looks like I gambled mine away at some point..." He laments while staring at the creature in anticipation of its eyes fluttering open.
Smiling the wicked grin of confidence and victory, Peka steps up to close the gap between himself and the stubborn kobold. "So glad you didn't kill yourself to escape your fate, thanks for your cooperation, now and in the future!" He cackles, reveling in the tendrils of fortune that gently caress the back of his mind. Ducking low, the brawler plants a foot and begins a rising, spinning move while extending his other leg. Driving powerfully up, his heel reaches maximum velocity just before it connects with the kobold's dragon-esque shaped jaw, crunching teeth and bones in a sickening pop. Conciousness flows from the kobold's mind like a breaking dam releasing a lake. "There, he should be sleeping for a bit. He isn't dead though. We can wait a few minutes for him to wake up, or force him awake and get our answers."
"Ok, so we need to ask him what he is doing here, who sent him, whether or not he was working with Hunclay, and if he had anything to do with the tower collapse. That should be a pretty decent start. We can even bribe him with a pile of copper coins if it will loosen his tongue." Peka offers to the other two as he finishes dusting off his tunic and checking the bodies over for any interesting items.
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Peka chuckles at the pathetic attempts of the kobolds. "You picked the wrong table to throw your ante in!" he exclaims with malice in his eyes. Open palmed, Peka crouches slightly to lower his base. He turns his right foot on the ground to give himself some leverage, and with uncanny speed, he strikes out with the heel of his hand, looking to crush the kobold's skull. for "Don't worry bigshot! You won't die right away, you have too many answers to our questions!" He turns his stare to the kobold behind the makeshift battle line.
Peka grins a sadistic grin at the kobold in front of him as he feels the sensation crawl across his skin. What is this? I've never felt quite like this before... I need to get to a card table... These hands are hot!
"Haha! I am no spindly old man like the one you killed down the hall back there! You will have to try harder than that!" Peka shouts, hoping to bait the kobolds into either confirming or denying his unfounded claim.
"Don't kill them all! We can question at least one of them!" Peka shouts, unwittingly in alignment with Benedict's thoughts, though the method he is about to employ is completely different. Peka remembers back to a time when a bookie was trying to collect a debt from him. There was some thought about blood and turnips. The foggiest part was how he deflected the arrow aimed straight for his head with his bare hand. The fact that it ended up buried in the bookie's shoulder was the only reason he escaped, and the biggest reason he hasn't been back to that city. He stares at the arrow the kobold has drawn, and hopes his natural instincts work the same way a second time.
Peka runs forward, hands balled up into fists in front of him and plants his feet in the narrower spot of the hall. "Don't miss them Benedict! If you put an arrow in my back I will put my foot in your balls!" He offers a backhanded invitation to shoot the little creatures over his shoulder. Or through his legs. They were pretty short after all.
Did she say... Yet? Peka shudders involuntarily at the thought, but brings his focus back to the matter at hand. His pockets bulge slightly from his indulgence in Benedicts excellent idea in grabbing a handful of the more valuable coins and gems. "Excellent question Benedict, I wondered the same thing. Was he here with the kobolds, or were they hostile? It appears that zombie back in the copper coin room was slain by small creatures, most likely kobolds." Peka takes a deep breath, then considers Rose's suggestions. "My bet is they are responsible for the collapse, but probably not on purpose. They obviously dug their way in here for one reason or another," he says the last part, turning his body to obviously stare at the seven coin-laden chests behind them. "They must have dug in the wrong place. I wouldn't rule out that if the wizard did fight with these kobolds, some of his magic may have brought the ceiling down on all of them. If only I had some knowledge in engineering or structures..." he laments, finger pressed against his cheek in deeper thought. "Shall we go in deeper? Benedict, keep that bow ready. I don't think we are going to find any friends down here..." he trails off as he begins to step deeper into the tunnel.
Peka's dissapointment is obvious at the multitude of plain coins. "Heh, fitting I guess." He says with a wry smile. "This should be interesting getting back. Lord knows I won't want to be carrying this mess around all over Golarion. Somewhere someone must have a coin exchange." "Anyone want to go on a shopping spree?"
Sorry for the delay on my part. I've been traveling for work and have had a difficult time finding time to post. Should be better now, though I won't actually be home until the 6th. Don't stop on my account thought!!!
Peka waits in anticipation as Rose and Benedict open chests. He can barely hold himself back, so anxious is he to see what kind of valuables are in these chests. "So a one-third split, right? Something tells me this back-water town won't be able to purchase anything valuable. That and if this is blood-money, there could be some valuable heirlooms that might ruffle some feathers." his voice nearly cracks as it shakes in excitement.
Yes yes yes! "Yes!" Peka exclaims as the bars drop into the floor. "Whoa whoa whoa..." he tries to stop the woman. "Let me just take a look first... you never know what terrible things could be hiding in the cracks and crevices. " he says with a wink.
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Peka mentions digging for the treasure and looks into his threadbare backpack out of habit, as if a spade and shovel would suddenly magically appear there. To his surprise, he sees two odd, notched daggers. "Damn, this would have been helpful against that rotten imp." he says, picking them up and looking them over. "Think they might help here?" he says, shrugging his shoulders and offering one to Benedict and pointing at the slots in the floor.
Sliding the dagger into one of the slots, he peers into the hole to see if there is something to line up with the strange notches while Benedict does the same on the other side.
Screwing up his face in minor annoyance, Peka tosses the aged sconce into the corner with a clatter. "Yes, something probably goes in there." he says, giving up on the hidden latch theory and moving back over to take a look at the slots in the floor. "Do either of you remember a key or item this shape? I don't offhand." he muses, turning back to look at the tunnel. "Well the good news is, if we don't figure this out yet, it doesn't look like the treasure will be going anywhere. The better news is, if these chests really are full of money, then this whole blasted caravan guard duty is really going to pay off." he says with a wink to Rose and a friendly pat on the back to Benedict. "There doesn't look like much else in here it seems. We need to find whatever fits in these slots. There is a decent chance the kobolds didn't realize the treasure behind these bars, or just gave up trying to get it. They might even have the key and don't even realize it. It might be worth it to head down this tunnel and see where it goes. We might get lucky..." Peka looks from the tunnel to the treasure, then back again. "I don't want to have to dig our way to the treasure," he lets out a deep sigh, hands on his hips, "But I've done far worse things in my life for far less money."
"Interesting..." Peka purses his lips as he moves into the room, inspecting the area. "It looks like the kobolds beat us here, if I had to bet about what happened to this undead abomination." He rubs his hands, a little sore from carrying the heavy crest. Better than a spear in his side from that guardian monstrosity though, he grudgingly nods to Rose. Peka eventually moves over to the slots on the floor. "It looks like this cage probably slides out away from the wall." He kneels down to look at the slots more closely, rubbing them with his hands and then turning to look back at the cage. "The real question is, did the kobolds beat us to the treasure in those chests?" he muses. The gambler stands up and walks over to the bars, giving them a closer inspection. He wraps his hands around one of them and gives it a test pull to see what kind of give it might have. "There must be a switch around here somewhere." he says, his face twisted slightly in contemplation. His curiosity about the sturdiness of the bars satisfied, he begins to search the room for anything that would act as a switch to move the cage forward as he suspects. "Remember how we wondered if we should go to the quarry to investigate the kobods activity?" he mentions, pointing at the hole in the wall. "Looks like we might just get to kill two birds with one stone, unless of course we are hauling a bunch of treasure back to our rooms first." he says with a smirk, looking closer at a sconce on the wall and pulling it, just to see if it would move.
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Ruuuuuuuuuun!!!!! Our weapons are of no use here.... :)
"Uhh..." S&$%... Not again... "You mean that big bronze thing back in the torture room? The one we said we would grab on the way out because it was so damn big?" The Copper gambler looks back to his two companions with a shrug of his shoulders. "We either go back and get it, or something bad is going to happen here. I'm not looking forward to breaking my knuckles on this thing's metal plates." He says, backing up like he is about to head back to the torture room. "Unless you think there is a different way. A rooster with something on it, right? For Aroden's sake, we just stared at it forever because that stupid imp was sitting on it when he was shaped like a crow. " Peka begins to pace while he thinks, one hand crossed in front of him and the other pressed to his temple. "Rooster... rooster... rooster... crossed something! Rooster and crossed spears or something like that..."
"Benedict, pass me those keys we found. One of them might work on the door..."
No S%&# Sherlock... Peka rolls his eyes before chuckling at the humorous comment, whether it was intended to be humorous or not. Peka's cheeks flush a little red when Rose is genuinely surprised. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing... Bah, Lets be optimistic about it. Good thing she can't see me... He muses on the other side of the door as the two work to open it. "Thanks for coming in so fast," he says, catching Benedict's eyes and nodding. Quickly, the floor comes up underneath him, and he releases the tension on the rope around his waist. "Benedict, let me see those keys we grabbed. One of them might work on that door there. Rose, can you remember anything that might have been a clue?" he says, holding his hands out to keep the others from standing on the trap door that could give way again at any moment.
Peka breaths out a huge sigh of relief, then eventually lets out a small chuckle. At least it isn't filled with acid! he thinks, his mood brightening considerably. His annoyance that his clever memory of the passphrase didn't work passes quicker than his fear at falling hundreds of feet to his death. "The pit isn't so bad in here!" he shouts to the other two, suddenly remembering they are waiting for him. "Still gotta figure out how to get this door open though..." The sound is surely only a muffle through the thick doors, but at least they will have an idea of what is going on. Peka looks down into the hole in the floor, looking for any hints of a passageway, or some clue as to how to get this other door open. "Hey, if we can speak the passphrase, we can get through this door. Either of you geniuses out there know what it might be?" he shouts.
After giving the pit a once over and gauging the distance to the bottom in case he falls in somehow, he turns his attention to the lock. I've really got to learn how to pick these things...
Oh this is going to ruin my weekend... Visions of rusty spikes piercing his spleen as he plummets to the bottom of a 100' pit flash through his mind. He checks the ropes tied around his waist, wondering if the door will close with it still tied around him. I don't want to fall, I don't want to fall... He quickly slides the door shut with him still inside. For a moment, he wonders just what Rose would be saying as he foolishly shuts himself in. Probably just that, lamenting a fool for his foolish actions. But the score if it works... With the door shut behind him, he dismisses the nasty thought that it might have pinched off the rope, making it useless. He repeats what he said earlier, looking for something to hang on to should the floor beneath him fall away. "Confession cleanses the soul; pain clarifies the mind!"
Oh Shi... Peka's heart begins to race. This is why we shouldn't have killed the little devil... yet... Thinking quickly, the only phrase that comes to his mind is the one he was magically forced to say. The cuts on his body throb as he speaks the words, "Confession cleanses the soul; pain clarifies the mind."
"Here, tie this rope to me. That way if I fall, I won't get impaled on the rusty spike that is probably down at the bottom. I'll tie the other end off on the door here." Peka says as he works one end of the hemp rope around a solid part of the door he just opened. "Not to long. Won't do any good to have twenty feet of rope in a ten foot pit..." With the rope secure, he crawls on his hands and feet, feeling out the floor to see when his weight will trigger the false floor.
"Looks like we need to find a creative way past this thing. Let me see if I can disable the floor panel from falling away. I may need some parts from that torture room. I'll let you know..." Peka ducks his head as he looks closer to see how the mechanism works. His words trail off as he lays chest down on the ground, rubbing his cheek on the cold stone to get his eyes closer to the gap in the floor panel that would have inevitably broken away, causing at least one of them to fall to... well, that was best left unsaid.
After giving the trap a bit more inspection, he realizes he won't be able to lay there for much longer before the other two figure out that he doesn't know what he is doing. "Yup, definitely need some stuff from back in that other room. One of those racks should make a decent bridge. And it wouldn't hurt to trigger the trap just so it isn't a surprise when the floor falls away." Peka stands up and dusts off his breeches and tunic. "Shall we?" he says with a smile, a twinkle in his eye as he sees the frustration already mounting with Rose. Without waiting for an answer, he begins to walk back down the long hallways back to the torture room.
Ok, I think life is calming down from Gen Con... Though I still feel sleep deprived. Either way, I am good to go to keep trucking on this campaign!!!
Good luck finding a place!! So as you may or may not be aware of, Gen Con is only two days away!! This is exciting to me because I am going! This also means I will be very busy starting tomorrow through Sunday evening. I can't promise I will get a post in, but I will make every effort to get a post a day in. I can do so from my phone, but time is a commodity that is in short supply on Gen Con weekend. Feel free to move things along without me, GM. I'll get my posts in whenever I am able.
Peka stares at the iron bars on the door, experiencing uncomfortable flashbacks to times before when he owed the wrong person a sizeable sum of gold coins. He shakes those feelings off to focus on the matter at hand. "Looks like an interlock. Probably meant to make sure whatever is on the other side of that far door can't make it out. Why don't you let me go ahead. That way if this thing locks behind us, you can let me out." Peka flashes a smile at both of them. Good thing I don't owe either of them any money... yet... Assuming his suggestion is met with approval, Copper pulls open the first door. "You don't suppose this is a trap to keep people out, like the acid, do you?" He wonders out loud rhetorically. Just to be sure, he checks the door frame, looks for pressure plates in the floor, and other various, devious ways to kill a poor sap who allows himself to get locked in between two doors.
"It looks like that contraption with the air elemental raised this ridge we just walked across. Without that, you'd have to be a great jumper or be able to fly without getting a dermatology makeover. Really makes you wonder what is on the other side, right? " he finishes with a smile. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Let's grab that just before we head back up. If we can strap it to my back, I can probably carry it without much trouble." Peka says, pointing at the large bronze crest. He leads the way through the corridor, finally arriving at the pool of acid. He stops himself and holds his hands up, indicating the others should stop. He sniffs a few times, recoiling at the pungent, acidic aroma. "That bath will not be good for your skin, Rose. Lets try to avoid falling in." he says with a wink and a smile. You on the other hand, Mr. Benedict... Nah. Probably not good for you either. He steadies his pack on his back and picks a point on the other side of the pit. Lining up his body, he begins moving forward, one foot carefully in front of the other. His steps are deliberate and soft, his arms stretched out to his sides to help keep his upperbody from swaying, and possibly knocking his balance off center.
"See guys? Easy!" he says with confidence, turning to look back over his shoulder just as he begins to reach the other side. Confidence is always attractive...
And Gen Con next weekend!!
After a few more seconds, the spell of enlargement wears off, and Peka shrinks back to his normal size. He checks his breeches one more time with curiosity, then shrugs when everything does indeed, seem back to normal. "I've got good news for everyone. We will all be dead from old age, or worse, by the time that little imp can make his way back to our plane. At least, that is how I have heard that whole thing works." Moving over to retrieve his dagger and slide it back into its sheath, Peka looks around the room, now that it is free of it's devilish presence. He frowns at the chair that holds some of his dried blood. "He said right through that door there to the Canteclure Clan's blood money, didn't he? Let's see if that part was truth or lie." The gambler rubs his palms together excitedly, then moves to the door. "I was a bit focused on the imp himself, and I couldn't think past the word money, but I do wonder what he meant by blood-money. What was that clan doing that was so illegal? Especially if it required these types of torture devices. Perhaps that had something to do with why this tower was knocked down? Maybe someone was trying to get to the money in this room. Or maybe someone was taking some sort of vengeance out due to some evil crime committed against them." He raises his eyebrows as he throws out the hypothesis, giving the other two an opportunity to speak their mind on his theories.
Peka does his best to hide his surprise at finding the devil's tail in his grasp. He actually hides it quite well, taking some pride in his poker face. "Haha! Now you are going to beg? Fine. I shall release you..." Peka says, gripping the tail even tighter and taking in a sharp breath, "BACK TO YOUR HELLISH HOME!" and with that, the oversized gambler begins to swing the small imp around like a rag doll, bashing him first against the floor, then straight up to the ceiling. He swings the battered imp around in a circle before crunching its body into a corner of the room. Peka does not stop bashing until the body is limp, and begins to dissipate, banished to its home plane. He slowly turns to the others with a childish grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows he shrugs his shoulders as if to say, What?
Peka grimaces that the wound he caused with his dagger has already closed up. Can't throw that thing any harder than that... He is easily consoled, however, at his growing size. He nonchalantly, to him at least, looks down his breeches to see if everything gets enlarged with that spell. He purposefully avoids eye contact with Rose though. No sense in lowering her already low opinion of him. "C'mon little devil, lets dance a bit longer!" he says, moving his hands in and out of a fighting stance before striking suddenly with a closed fist. for
Peka, smug with his speed and reaction time to close the gap on the monstrous little devil, is frustrated when the damned thing disappears again. He watches the imp retreat, then marks the last location where he saw him. "Who has silver weapons?!" Peka shouts out, realizing that he must have gambled away his silvered mace in the previous town. He growls, trying to figure out how to hamper this thing so his companions can take it down, or so that he can choke the life out of it. No silver. No dust. What the hell is an imp doing stuck down in here anyways? Dammit all. Slide over as close as he can get to the space where the imp disappears, he stares hard for any clue he might be able to get as to where the little bugger is hiding. He shrugs his shoulders and swings a curled, cestus covered fist into the air, hoping to connect with the same trepidation as when the last card is turned over at the table.
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Peka snarls as the imp lifts off the ground slightly. From across the room, the gambler snaps his right arm forward, and the dagger cuts through the air between him and the imp. The grip of the short blade gracefully tumbles end over end, bringing the deadly tip to bear as it finishes closing the gap in less than a heartbeat's time. for As soon as the dagger is loosed, Peka bolts across the room, closing the gap between him and the little devil.
"Hahahahaha! This is rich! An imp of all things, lecturing us on double standards! Ha!" Peka doubles over, clutching his stomach from the laughter, and his eyes are rimmed with the tears of his mirth. "It was the door, no doubt it was too jammed for him to escape, though I pity the fool that obviously didn't make much of an attempt before giving up. Perhaps some form of magical binding?"
"Funny thing about us humans," Peka says, advancing carefully on the agitated imp, "Is we have a tendency to judge others against a perfect set of moral standards, when we ourselves have no ability, or intention of holding up to those same moral standards. Hypocrites, all of us really. Whatever serves our own selfish needs. You and I really aren't that different in the end."
"And so here we are now. You there, assuming there would ever be a set of conditions in which we would do nothing besides send you back to the nine hells where you belong, and us standing between you and the freedom this door represents. Call me a hypocrite, call me a liar. Comfort yourself with the thought that I actually care what you think while you rot in hell." Peka finishes, arm cocked and ready to throw or rush forward to strangle the life from the rotten little imp.
Peka grins a sly grin, not unlike the one he flashes when he is bluffing and gets his opponent to fold out of a big pot. "I just said I wouldn't spill your blood in return. I said nothing about allowing you to leave. A raven, versed in the arts of magical suggestion and torture, who requires blood for gods know what? No. I will not be responsible for unleashing that evil on the world, especially in an area with such simpletons as easy prey." Peka subtly grips his handbo a little tighter, the tell-tale white showing on his knuckles.
Peka finally stands up from the chair, wincing momentarily at the cuts the chair inflicted. "Nay bird, you are not harmless. I don't even want to consider the havoc you could waylay the simple folk outside these walls. Benedict is right, this is evil." Stretching his shoulders, the gambler picks one of his daggers from their sheath and holds the tip of it between his thumb and forefinger. "You required the trade of blood for the knowledge of where to search next. You've gotten mine. Now if you want to keep yours, you had better share that information."
"I am Peka. Copper they call me sometimes, usually on account of that being the only thing in my pockets." As long as he doesn't move, the blades seem to have settled and cause no further damage. A part of his mind screams to get up, but curiously, he can't seem to bring himself to. "We are here to investigate this tower, and why it had collapsed. Now it is your turn to share some information. We can see clearly this is a torture room, and you are apparently it's master. Why is this place here, and who used to inhabit this place? " "I can't give you any more information about the wizard Hunclay, save his name. We are searching for him, in hopes he could help she'd some light on what has happened here. " -Posted with Wayfinder
Peka turns his head in a trance-like manner, tilting it sideways just a bit, much like the bird he speaks to. His voice is monotone, giving very little infleciton until the last few words. "Pray tell, what is that profession? Come now, Confession Cleanses the Soul." Peka's body remains still, though his head tilts along with his speech in an eerie manner. "I've heard of wizards who keep crows to help them study, because the peculiar birds have a knack for picking up and even speaking languages. You aren't a friend of Hunclay, the local wizard of these parts, are you?" The pain of the blades is biting, but so far seems to be annoying more than anything else. He remains still, and the scene is creepy to behold, as he awaits the bird's answer.
"...Clarifies the mind..." Peka mumbles to himself as he begins to take a few steps into the room, echoing the words on the plaque. That doesn't look very comfortable. Maybe I should just stay by the door. Peka continues to shuffle forward, his expression curious, but his mind clouded with confusion. "...Cleanses the soul..." he speaks again, his nose scrunched up a bit as he seems to be deep in thought. All the while he mumbles, he continues his trek across the room, making a bee-line for the iron chairs. Hey dufus. You in here? Who is controlling this ship? Stay by the door, stay by the door! For reasons he may never fully understand, the confused voices in his head continue to scream at the apparent danger the gambling man is walking straight into, yet he cannot stop himself. He approaches the Iron chair as if it were a throne, and reverently turns. "Confession Cleanses the Soul. I cheated that man before I took the caravan with Silas. Slept with his wife too, the poor woman just wanted someone to pay attention to her. That's why I had to leave so fast. Yes... Soul Cleansing." His face does not appear to be relieved, now that he has confessed his burden, if it ever truly was a burden on his soul. In a sudden flash, Peka flips his cape away from his backside and sits down on the sharp chair, all the while his mind screaming at him that the plaque is a dirty, heretical lie.
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