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Sacerdos hands the ring over to the half-orc. "A slight magical aura is all I detect. But it's uses do not lay in circles in which I traffic. If you find nothing else, I will be happy to investigate it further. Such things may hold puzzles that can challenge the mind and keep it sharp."

The cleric follows the group towards the stables, studying the newcomers without comment or judgment. Simply allowing their words and actions to paint the picture.

If it helps, Sacerdos is not interested in personal wealth other than what it takes to live and keep him in the fight. So if you want to have him hold the items, he'll accept. You can sense motive on him as much as you want, but you'll only come up with him being a honest man. If asked, he'll say yes, but will probably suggest we leverage our contact with the Sheriff for its safekeeping.

"Agreed. Keep things above board so we keep the loyalty of the locals. We'll need their help in the long run." Sacerdos adds. The cleric extends a hand for the ring. "Perhaps I can be of assistance regardingthe ring's nature?"

If he's allowed to inspect it, he'll cast Detect Magic and consider what he knows of such implements.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Oh, I'm still around, Sir Trelassion." Sacerdos responds as he approaches the table. He'd been expecting to see their ranks diminished, instead he finds them swelled with new adventurers.

The cleric stands at the table, looking for a spot to squeeze into, his clothing smelling subtly of smoke. He nods to those he knows and reaches for a chair. "Excuse my tardiness. I saw to it our little robe was properly destroyed. The ritual took a bit longer than I'd anticipated."

To the others at the table, he offers a nod of greeting. "I am Sacerdos Echthileon, servant of Ragathiel and also at your service. I take it you are all in the employ of the good town to investigate the recent attacks?" He gestures to the others in his group. "As are we. This region holds a wealth of history dotted with troubling tales. The events of 5 years past to be included. But this last week's events...a trouble all their own."

Spotting the departing form of Foxglove, the cleric raises an eyebrow. "A hunting trip, eh? Well, perhaps we will have the opportunity to continue our own hunt for clues while searching for this beast."

Hey gang,

Sacerdos is following in his father's footsteps as a cleric of Ragathiel. He's proud to do so, signing up in Magnimar even as his father ventured away from the city to join crusaders at the Worldwound. Sacerdos hopes to do so as well, but realizes he has a lot to learn about the lands of his birth and his faith. So the young cleric has taken a vow to travel the lands to develop his skills in both healing and battle.

The young cleric has strong family ties, but few friends due to his near zealot level of loyalty to the Empyreal Lord Ragathiel's tenets. From the point he could speak and read, Sacerdos has been brought up in the worship of Ragathiel, learning how the Empyreal Lord's will is applied across all life. His father took the time to instruct him in faith, combat and the duty Sacerdos had to his family. The wisdom imparted meaning that although the young cleric thrilled to the battle, he took the time to explore the situation before committing to combat on any level.

Sacerdos is chivalrous, will never lie and will put himself before others in defense of the weak or to simply be the first into battle. But deep within him stirs the need to find his own crusade. This is truly why he has taken to wandering the lands of Varisia, leaving behind Magnimar and following where his Lord's will leads him.

Sandpoint to the east seems like as good a place to start as any...rumors of a terror stalking the people, murders and the blasphemous burning of a church. While things may have brightened from those dark events, perhaps there may be more that the town hasn't uncovered. Better to ensure evil is eradicated.

He does enjoy investigation, this bent in his life lends itself to his tactics overall - as mentioned above.

Checking in...

Any chance you could "retire" our guys here so they don't show up in the campaign list in our profiles?

I think it would be fine. If it means making your life a bit easier, that's a bonus.

Glad to see someone had actually uncovered something of use, Sacerdos rests his hands on the table and says, "A good next step visiting the glassworks." The cleric shoulders his pack, already contemplating the sermon he'd write as part of the ceremony to burn the robe of bones and destroy it properly.

"As for this elven ranger," he looks to Katrin. "If he proves to be ally, perhaps he may have some insights into dangers lurking in the woods around Sandpoint."

sounds good!

Sacerdos arrives back at the tavern, a frown on his face. Half a dozen people later and he'd not uncovered anything of real value on the robe of bones. He looks ready to head upstairs to his room when he spots the gathering group in the common room. The cleric diverts and joins them.

"Unfortunately, that much is true, brave Katrin." Sacerdos takes a seat next to the Ulfen warrior, dropping his bag next to his chair. "I've found little in the way of information centered on the accursed robe of bones. Anyone with knowledge of necromancy could have fashioned it, for it is not of the best quality." his eyes drift to the bag next to him. "If no one objects, I'd like to burn it in a purging fire. Be rid of the evil thing."

I'm with bedlam. But you'll see what I'm doing when you get to my post. The more i read this guy the more he reads like a detective...

Anyway, i think spears had bowed out.

Haven't heard from Carrion Hawthorne in a while. If he is gone, I think we could handle things with 5. Just my opinion, but that would mean that we're light on the magical support...but I think we can handle it for the time being.

I'm still good to go.

Not too shabby! Eager to contour, but can definitely understand how real life can be a bear!

If Bedlam doesn't mind the company, Sacerdos will go with him on his scouting efforts. He's eager to keep the investigation going.

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Also, Sacerdos will want to visit the local talismonger/apothecary to investigate the robe of bones. Sacerdos wants to know if there's any identifying marks on the garment that may hint as to its origins and who might have been using it.

Sacerdos rolls up the scroll and places it next to the pouch of gold. "First, let's look in on the local talismonger or even the temple, see if we can't acquire that wand. If I slip from the horse and crack my fool head, then you'll need an alternative to Lord Ragathiel's healing." He cracks a smile that slowly fades as he looks back to he scroll.

"As for this boar hunt...I'm not much good at the sport, but perhaps we can leverage the time afield to continue our investigations."

Back at ya!

"I too am satisfied with the arrangement." Sacerdos reaches across the table and drew forth the scroll. "Now let's see what Mr. Foxglove has to say..."

He opens the scroll...

...releasing Hastur the Unnamed...ahhh!!!

Sacerdos departs the boneyard with his new comrades, the Robe of Bones secured safely in his satchel, his hand resting on the hilt of his bastard sword hilt where his holy symbol is engraved. As they arrive back at the Rusty Dragon, the cleric deviates from the group and heads for the stairs.

When they look questioningly in his direction, a smile forms on Sacerdos’ face that doesn’t touch his eyes. ”Go ahead, my friends. I wish to retire to my quarters and commune a while with my Lord Ragathiel.” The cleric looks to the stairs and begins climbing. ”I’ll join you soon.”

Once in his room, the cleric lights the lanterns in his room and sets about preparing a space on the ground for his daily prayers. Before him he lays his trusty sword and alongside that, the Robe of Bones he and his companions had discovered. Withdrawing his holy symbol from about his neck and closing his eyes, Sacerdos prays to Empyreal Lord Ragathiel for clarity and fortitude.

After an hour of prayer, he takes a flask of water from within the pockets of his satchel and casts Bless upon it. Then proceeds with a ritual to hopefully cleanse the taint upon the Robe of Bones, sprinkling it with the now Holy Water and asking that Ragathiel protect his hands as he and the team seek to know the vile garment’s origins...and hopefully its former owner.

That accomplished, Sacerdos gathers his things, refolding the robe of bones into his satchel and douses the lanterns in the room. He heads down stairs and rejoins his friends.

Downstairs, he sees them gathered at the table but troubling to see was the absence of Lorillon. Sacerdos finds a seat at the table and orders up some food and cider. All around him, the denizens of Sandpoint are working out the day’s events and leveraging food and drink to climb their way back to normalcy.

As Sacerdos observes the comings and goings, he casts a divine net among the people, seeking perhaps one or more among them that may have connection to the evil worming its way through the town. Those involved had to know something of interest existed in that tomb...perhaps someone here may be in alignment with our enemies.

Sacerdos leans back in his seat, sipping at his cider and casts Detect Evil and allows the spell to drift throughout the room.

Hey, don't forget the cleric! He may not drink, but he gets a heck of a lot of amusement watching Bedlam put them away!

I think so, our it was free meals. I'd have to backtrack too. I remember more about this Foxglove character wanting us to meet.

Sacerdos prays, sips cider, has some of the fish, then prays some more, then sleeps...

...then wakes up suddenly, goes to the privy...then sleeps...

No worries. You can depend on this group amusing themselves.

Of course, what are we to do w/o Lorillon? He better show up! I bought tickets to the evening brawls!

*cracks knuckles* and does his best Untouchables improvisation Maybe we get a "heroes" discount, eh? Maybe we visit the local talismonger, tell 'em we think the town owes us, eh? Maybe next time the goblins and skellys come calling, we sit back and have popcorn, eh?

@carrion - Take care

@Gavmania - Count me in, I'll be glad to contribute towards the purchase.

Sacerdos nods grimly. "Very well. Lead the way and we shall break bread with one another."

"Thank you, Sheriff. The support will mean all the world to the investigation." Sacerdos offers, but his attention is on the wall between the forest beyond and the city...no, the town of Sandpoint. The stone seems such a woefully insufficient barrier between the people and whatever evil is beginning.

"Or an evil that continues..." The cleric mutters to himself. There wasn't a tremendous calendar of years between what is happening now and what plagued them in the past.

He clasps his hands behind his back and eventually nods agreement. But it's plain on his face he is not too eager to call off the investigation. "Yes, perhaps a night's rest will provide us with the needed perspective..." He turns from the wall when a thought occurs to him. "Sheriff, is there a local historian or chronicler of the land on which your fair town stands? Perhaps we can invite him or her to join us for dinner and learn more about this land's history...and maybe why someone would go to these lengths."

"Agreed, Katrin. Perhaps we can start here." Sacerdos points to the wall where Bedlam had indicated the tracks had began. "Is that the forest beyond that wall? Perhaps our ranger would have some luck tracking them further. If we are vigilant and disciplined, we may be able to track these fiends to their den." He looks about, getting his bearings within the boneyard. Perception Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

He rests a hand upon the hilt of his sword, finger upon the engraved holy symbol of Ragathiel and asks of Sheriff. "May we beg further of your hospitality and request deputizing? While we won't be pressing the locals with questions without your insights or presence, I think it will improve our..." Sacerdos searches for the right word. "...standing with the citizens of Sandpoint?" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 1 = 17 Activating Touch of Good daily power.

Sacerdos nudges the robe with the toe of his boot. Filthy implement, I would burn it if it weren't for the potential for further clues...

"Be mindful of the garment, brave Bedlam. A Robe of Bones if I don't miss my guess." He thinks upon some of his father's teachings....Appraise: 1d20 ⇒ 11..."It's worth quite a bit, gold in the thousands...but it casts a shadow over the bearer for it's used by Necromancers."

He takes a crouching stance next to the robe and draws a dagger. "Here and here..." Sacerdos points using the dagger. "...these empty spaces are where patches are sewn to represent what the bearer would call forth as an undead combant."

"There are still hints of magic about it...But the one who wore it looks to have generated these skeletons, then discarded the garment for one of several reasons..." Sacerdos stands and takes a step away from the vile thing, sheathing his dagger. He counts off on his fingers. "One, the garment is used up and so the owner tossed it aside..." he holds up a second finger. "...two, maybe he is a local and upon exiting the cave with what he needed, he had to toss it aside lest it be recognized by local priests. One way or another, someone got in here, called forth these skeletons and the goblin attack outside in order to cover up the crime of grave robbing."

The cleric eyes the Robe of Bones with burning hatred. "My advice, we gather what we can from the garment, then burn the thing so it cannot be used again."

To the Sheriff he asks, "What is not being said about the good Father's crypt? What was buried with him that would possess someone to open his resting place and steal everything inside? Bear in mind we are most likely dealing with Necromancers."

Sounds like a plan to me.

I think discussions like this will be a big benefit to us in the long run. Thus we can determine now how best to form are combat lines later. I'm perfectly fine being in the back of the pack, buffing and healing. Besides I built my character to be more of an investigator type. of course I'm open to suggestions that would benefit the group.

Nice, Bedlam...I feel embarrassed even trying a roll!

Sacerdos stands to the side, sheathing his blade and searching the surrounding area for any signs of approaching trouble. Perhaps someone observing the results of the skeleton trap...

Perception Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

If he sees nothing, Sacerdos will consider the evidence gathered by his comrades in conjunction with any religious connections.
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

He'll remain quiet in the aftermath of the battle, calmly taking in the evidence.

I'm chill with sticking on crossbow and spell support. My bastard sword is a last resort anyways. Hopefully my positioning on the map these two rounds works; just close enough to hit them all at once with channeling and far enough out to not crowd.

Let me know if there's something else i should do.

Round 2

On his turn, Sacerdos moves forward to stand alongside Bedlam and unleashes another blast of his god's holy energy... "Once more, Lord Ragathiel, step forth and vanquish these disgusting simulacrums of life!"
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 5 - DC 12 for 1/2 Damage

Nice! Two 5s in a row!

@Spears: Got ya covered, see map!

Sacerdos attempts to warn them of the danger, but they're through the door too quickly. Instead, he whirls his bastard sword in a flourish and holds it aloft as he steps forward. (see map)(Judging that each square is 5 ft, he's in range to be able to hit all skeletons on the map)

"In the name of Ragathiel, I strike at thee!" Sacerdos Channels Positive energy.
Channel Energy Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Will Save DC for half = 12 (10+1+1) edit

@GM: Anything on my Detect Undead casting?

Sacerdos casts Shield of Faith and draws his bastard sword and readies his shield in preparation. He'll remain towards the rear, ready to provide healing and buffs as needed.

Sacerdos scratches at the stubble on his chin. "True words, Anders. But there's a league of difference between partners and pawns."

[ooc]@GM: You may be writing this as I type, but anything on Bedlam's track check our on my Detect Undead? We're doing both once we're near the tomb. Also

"How big a tomb are we talking about, Father?" Sacerdos asks as they approach the location. "You mentioned other acolytes and caretakers were buried here as well. Also, this approve daughter, Nualia, was she clergy?"

As they approach the scene, Sacerdos will cast Detect Undead and maintain it so he can the most out of the spell (see cleric info for details).

To the rest of the group he indicates, "We should scout the area around the tomb before entering. See if there's any fresh tracks in or out. Maybe prevent an ambush if someone is waiting for us."

"My concern is that the goblins were merely a diversion. Something to draw the town's attention away from your hallowed site." The more he thinks about it, the more eager Sacerdos is to get to the location. "Father, if we may be so bold to ask, is there reliquary being held in this tomb? Or perhaps the tomb leads to subterranean levels beyond?"

The cleric stands and follows the others out the door. "Ragathiel guide my eyes and ears to perceive clearly the threat before this town." He prays.

Sacerdos smiles, his words filling inthe silence left by Carrion's words. "I am Sacerdos Echthileon, cleric and servant of Empyreal Lord Ragathiel. I hail from Magnimar as well, my father an Inquisitor of the same order. While he has journeyed to the Worldwound to take part in the Crusades, I am embarking on a Sojourn. It is my goal to learn the importance of my calling, develop the talents given me by the blessing of my Lord. If Ragathiel wills my success and my survival, then I will join my father in the North and battle at his side."

He pauses and looks about the table with obvious pleasure. "My master and Lord has truly blessed me in arriving here in Sandpoint. And He has blessed me with new comrades." He raises his mug of cider, saluting them.

The he refocused on the Sheriff. "To be truthful, I had intended to learn more about what evil tortured your town several years ago. Perhaps this new threat and that of the old are related?"

Me too. Things are shaping up nicely.

Fastball Special!!

"Bedlam, I think you have the right of it. It is a larger picture beyond our eyes." Sacerdos sighs and turns a smear of spicy green paste under his eating stick. "As well to know the goblins are weaklings, but in a mass force...had we not been here...then they may have been enough for the job."

He twirled the eating stick in his fingers. "Just like for me, this implement is nearly useless for eating. But if you pair it..." He grabs the other one and uses it to grab a morsel of fish as Ameiko had taught him. "...it works just fine."

He places the fish on his plate. "The goblins were a tool, one probably sufficient with us out of the picture. But now this vile benefactor of goblins knows we're here. If he is a worthy adversary, he or she will send something worse next time."

"Whatever the Sheriff tells us, we should be prepared to investigate this town more closely. Find out who would stand to benefit from eliminating it and the people. Perhaps someone interested in its history...someone with a grudge...someone not so willing to let the events of five years ago rest."

The cleric fell to silence, open to the suggestions of the group.

"Abrupt" Sacerdos responds with a shrug. "The Sheriff was able to get some information from the goblin. Their group was instructed to kill all and burn Sandpoint to the ground.

The cleric pauses and hands Katrin a small plate of the raw fish. "The troubling bit to the tale revolves around who the bugger claims was his employer...a human."

He pauses to let the words sink in then continues. "Unfortunately, the Sheriff was called away before he could elaborate on next steps. He is to meet us here soon."

Sacerdos nods his thanks, standing as Ameiko sees to the food. "My gratitude, Mistress. If you would be so kind as to direct my comrades here when they arrive."

The cleric seats himself and takes a morsel of fish, glad for the offering of such fine fair. It'd been a long time since last he'd eaten the like. With a contented smile he awaits his new comrades and the sheriff.