Raikdar moves over into the oval area, near Amelia. He turns slowly, taking in the old architecture. From there he widens his search, snooping about in a widening arc.
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It's a thing the pugwampi do. You have to re roll your attack and skill checks, and take the worst roll. If you are range of their aura. This is why no one likes them.
Raikdar draws back on another arrow, then lets it fly. This time he targets one of the pugwampi.
Raikdar turns his attention from the pugwampi in front, to the newcomers in the rear. He moves back to get a clear shot, then looses an arrow at one of the baboons.
Raikdar moves up behind Nippy the crockigator. The low slung creature shouldn't interfere with his bow-shot...
I totally did forget the bardic bonus. :( Still a miss though, I expect.
Raikdar moves up to get a better shot at the pugwampi. He draws back on the bow string then looses an arrow.
Raikdar takes a moment to charge his bow with some of his arcane energy; then looses an arrow at one of the little fey.
Raikdar sidles forward, his bow in hand. He peers into the gloom. ”Our job is to clear out the beasts, and dangers ,so others can build the basecamp.”
Raikdar sits up awhile, sitting by the campfire. He checks over his gear, and picks the cactus needles out of his clothing, and thinks about the journey they face on the morrow.
"Rolling in cactus to rescue a goat, m'lady." Raikdar tells Alexandra with a bow and grin. "You didn't miss much." The magus extends his hand. "I'm Raikdar Silvershrike. Pleased to meet you."
Raikdar goes along with the guard, he wants his rope back. He stands and re-coils the rope while waiting for Almah to tell what she knows about the monastery.
"Tie up the unconscious one." Raikdar does this once he has navigated the cactus barrier, if no one else does so. Then he looks around. "They must have come from somewhere..." The magus begins to look around at the cliff faces. Perhaps there is a crack, or tunnel into the earth, where the little buggers have gone.
Raikdar continues to pick his way through the bristling foliage.
Raikdar continues to work his way through the spiny thicket.
As the needle-like thorns pierce between the links of his armor, Riakdar curses in low tones. His repertoire of foul language is quite impressive.
With a sigh, Raikdar begins to pick his way through the cactus maze.
Raikdar admires the smoothly sculpted cliff faces of the box canyon. It looks like they overhang at the top. He turns back toward the prickly path before him. Then the unsightly wee creatures make their appearance, barking an a guttural language he doesn't know.
"Lot of trouble for a goat." Raikdar mutters. "Let's see what is unseen... The magus casts the spell that allows him to perceive magic auras, and begins to study the cactus thicket.
"Some people know how to fight in the dark..." Raikdar comments dryly.
GM, do Raikdar, and Kol Relden happen to have the darkvision upgrade?
"Careful, Iraonar, don't run into an ambush!" Raikdar pauses to evoke four magic lights, then moves toward the sound. He keeps the orange, torch-like lights close by for now. They are ranged in a line, two on each side of the magus, and float about 10' above the ground.
Raikdar stands back, he's not a tracker, but he knows enough to not stomp through where others are looking for prints. The magus does look around taking in the lay of the land as best he can in the light of a torch.
Hopefully it stays up for awhile this time...
"That's philosophy right?" Raikdar asks Amelia. "I haven't really had much opportunity to dwell on philosophical things. Weapon training to survive. The cards to pay my way. Those have been my interests." To Raikdar's mind his spells are weapons, so when he says weapon training he means: Also magic study.
"Trust no one, and keep a dagger handy." Raikdar tells Iraonar. The tall northerner almost smiles, he's not annoyed with Iraonar.
"Digging yourself in deeper, and deeper." Raikdar tells the young fool. Or at least so Raikdar judges Dashki to be. "If you wish to serve Almah, you need to work with the people who serve her. You have wasted precious time, trying to sneak into M' Lady's tent; when you could have just told one of her guards, and had this meeting with her much sooner." Raikdar's eyes flash with cold anger.
Raikdar thinks back, trying to remember if Pugwampi are magical in nature, and what he's ever read about them, if so. "So you thought you would just lurk around Almah's tent, instead of telling anyone what you'd found?" Raikdar's gaze is stern as he looks at the young man. "You are not strengthening your credibility here."
Raikdar silently observes Dashki, trying to tell if the lad is lying or not.
Raikdar is also looking for Dashki.
Raikdar watches the cleric of Nethys as the man speaks, trying to guess if he is lying.
"Very well. I'll have a talk with him." Raikdar tells the cleric. Raikdar turns and walks toward the tree, keeping an eye out for the feral lad, Dashki.
"Yes, she did." Raikdar notes the array of equipment. "We're trying to learn if the fire was a coincidence, or if it was caused by an enemy. I was wondering if you may have seen, or heard anything suspicious, or unusual?"
Raikdar knocks on the side of the cleric's wagon. "Hello. Can you come out and talk? We're trying to figure out how that fire got lit."
Raikdar considers giving Hadrah a rebuke about minding the morals of her betters. Meh, not worth the effort. He thinks. then stomps off to question the cleric of Nethys.
"A cleric?" Raikdar asks Hadrod. "Where might he be now?" Raikdar looks around to see if he can spot the cleric. "Maybe he saw something."
"Shouldn't the guards have been standing watch?" Wonders Raikdar.
"We need to ask some questions. The fire may not have been an accident." Raikdar puts the conversation back on course.
The magus studies the reaction of the couple as he mentions that the fire may not have been an accident.
"We're work associates. Not a couple." Raikdar explains with a scowl.
Raikdar sticks with Amelia. He tries to help her question the drovers.
"Do you know if Eloais had a Harrow deck?" Raikdar asks Garavel. Harrow is a popular method of fortune telling, but certainly not the only one. If Eloais didn't have a Harrow deck, the Cyclone card would have a lot more meaning than if he did.
Raikdar turns away from the wagon, striding over to where Almah is. "There's a burnt corpse in the wagon, there. You might want to do a head count to see who's missing." He suggests.
"Now I remember. The Cyclone can represent unstoppable, destructive force, unleashed by scheming minds." Raikdar looks at the destruction surrounding them. "Seems to fit the current situation well enough." Raikdar pauses to consider the conversation between Almah and Iraonar. His employment by the bony dragon was not entirely his choice. Now this woman is assuming that he is her underling. Raikdar is pretty sure his station is well above hers. Of course, she probably has more clout than he; with lackeys to command, and unguessed personal power. At any rate, his obligation to the dragon demands co-operation with Almah. Raikdar shrugs. It's not like he wasn't living like a commoner before. Raikdar heads over to see what Lysander has found in the charred wagon.
"Not your usual playing card..." Raikdar shows the cyclone card to Amelia. And anyone else who shows an interest. "Most gamblers don't use these kind of cards for their games. Strange it should show up here. Raikdar grows quiet, thinking about what he knows about the magic tradition behind the Harrowing.
Raikdar keeps his place in the bucket line, fighting the fire.
Raikdar continues with the fire fighting; passing buckets back and forth.
Raikdar continues to pass buckets; full toward the fire, empty back toward the water barrel. He does worry about using the presumably precious water to save something is insignificant as a wagon. Perhaps there is an oasis nearby, so it is not a issue here.
Raikdar was going to go help move the wagon; he sees the large framed Daubeny headed that way. Instead he grabs a bucket and joins in the effort to douse the flames.
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