Sorry. I missed that Vitellia was up...and thank god. Maybe she can save me from myself...
Happs: Can you show us where the bad woman hugged you?...Lucky bastard.
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Seeing the shock on the guards face, Seleste looks down at her unwrapped hands, "Funny thing, ropes these days." To her guards eyes, the length of leather seems to shrink until the realization hits that the whip isn't shrinking, she is growing. Kneeling before him and her weapon off with 'Happs' she does the only thing that comes to her. She reaches around his legs and tries to yanks him to the ground.
But instead is just left making an uncomfortable hug.
Concentrating on her acting, even with the gig up, Seleste is going to maintain your captive act until initiative 3..."I am a sack of potatoes...I am a sack of potatoes..." She might as well BE a sack of potatoes. :-)
Seleste struggles in her bonds showing her helplessness to this plan.
Holding the end of the whip after in coiled her wrists twice, Seleste allows herself to be pulled along. With the wagon in sight, she does a quick scan. She tugs the whip once in in a low grunt, "One Left". She tugs in again, "One Right"
As they approach what should be the camp, Seleste keeps an eye out while not trying to look too obvious.
"Ready. But here, let me give you my sword. Strap in low across your back where I can reach it...or should that be high on your back. Seleste bites her lip, "I hope I can control myself and not blow this."
"I am not much for sneaking. I couldn't even make a convincing bag of potatoes when the bandits first came. If you could disguise my weapon or hold it for me, I would be a willing prisoner."
"Stronger is nice, but I am just glad it will keep up with my 'spurt', as you say. I would hate to be fighting the bandits and suddenly go full starkers on them."
Seleste comes back into the camp circle having donned her new armor. The armor seems custom fitted clearly showing she is indeed a young woman and not an Elf man. She is carrying her previous armor nicely folded up. Oh, I would never dream of selling this...although is it alright if I say I am a bit creeped on how he know my exact body shape." She takes the old armor and puts it carefully into her pack. "I will need to return this at some point or I can just imagine the drama."
"How about we strike their camp and then explore on the way back or bring back any prisoners before fully exploring. I feel uneasy either exploring the woods or the plains if a bandit force goes past us to find where their flunkies got off to. Might also give less of a warning that we are coming."
Actually, now that I think about it, does Seleste know the Narlmarches? Don't think I can add much to your knowledge roll there. And she is more of a hills and plains farmer girl anyway.
Seleste quickly makes her way into the guest quarters to try and clean up and change out of her dirty digging clothes. When she emerges, the guard have there charges chained and lined up for the trip back to Rostov. "Why do I bother sometimes." She makes her way over to the group and learns they are discussing leaving and going after the other bandits. "Finally. Let me go get changed, again. But...those guards will be back if we catch more, right? I don't feel safe leaving Svetlana and Oleg, but the quicker we deal with the bandits the safer they will be. I vote for going straight for them through the woods. Better cover...and kinda avoids the spiders."
Shovel in hand, Selste pauses digging in the future orchard. She wipes a dirty arm across her sweaty brow, despite the spring chill. When she puts her arm down she sees the procession approaching the gates. She sighs looking at the smear of dirt and grit on the back of her arm and immagining what her face must look like. "Hey, at least I am not giant and green when I will meet them...THat is not how I wish to impress them...Nooo, I haven't even met them. I am not trying to impress them THAT way either." She puts the shovel on her shoulder and heads in to meet the guard.
I am fine with communial wealth and Seleste can add 23gp.
Seleste helps expand the little garden that Svetlana had started behind the trading post. She has a collection of vegetable seeds; potatoes, pumpkin, squash, and lentils that will do better in the ground then being carried around the Greenbelt. She also starts up an herb garden with a selection of savory and medicinal herbs. Lastly she paces out an orchard, planting cold-hardy apples, plums, and peaches from seeds and pits she had saved in her wanderings. In the evenings, she practices with the bow by firelight. Initially, she is glad for the dim light to hide how poor her archery is.
Seleste's cheeks go red, "Um...friends?" She pauses before continuing uncomfortably, "Just me. I talk a bit too much, I know. Ever since...not having anyone to talk to. But now, all my friends are dead.
DC 19 Sense Motive:
Seleste is telling the truth, but that doesn't explain the embarrassment she is exhibiting. "But, um, why I was crushing this table? I was told, by some, I had a sort of power in me. I had never done something like that before...well one other time, but it wasn't that, more like the healing. The power kinda leaks out So leave it to me to get the ability to get giant feet. Why it happened...or how? It must have been cause I wanted to kick that bandit's butt." She tugs at her loose elven-designed armor, looks up at Tika talking with Svetlana, and then tries to see down into her armor, "I wonder if I can get other parts to grow?" Seleste's head suddenly tilts and a sarcastic smile comes to her lips, "Oh. I just got it. 'Grow into it', I will grow into the armor. Way to be cryptic." She looks right at Gage as she shakes her head ruefully, "I think I was trained by 2,000 year-olds no wiser than my little brother. Elves. Bored ELves at that...pfft."
Seleste comes back cleaned up, "We can help Oleg with his repairs until then." She goes and looks over the items, "What? Why would I want that?" After a moment she sheepishly turns to the group, "Um, would it be alright if I took a bow and some arrows. It should be better then than my sling I grew up using. In any event my father was pretty good with a bow and he might have taught me a thing or two."
"I know, I know, we can't even kill them just a little bit. Still doesn't make it fair." Seleste gets back to her feet and comes back to look at the bandaged bandit, "I thought my parents would have wanted this man dead too. But I think my Mother healed him...or least her memory did. And if that is what she wanted, I won't go against her. And deep down, I know this one would not have been the one who killed my father, for he was skilled with bow and sword, unlike these lackeys for the real bandits." She looks back to her bloody hands, "I just hope I can repeat that healing thing when it is one of us. I am going to go get this blood off." She wanders off to the bunk house, her hands gesticulating as if she were in an argument and trying to get a point across, until she disappears from sight. A few words with Tika: "Thanks Miss Tika and sorry for the outburst. But having seen them at their worst, I just can't bring myself to trust them now. Especially after they just threatened Mrs. Svetlana. So if Rostov will serve as jailer or executioner, I am fine with that. But if any of them so much as talk about trying to escape their punishment, I will put the sword in their hand personally, so that I can kill them all 'fair' like."
Sacred Touch will be there when she is in a little bit more control. ;-) Right now adrenaline, fear, and disgust are having their way with her. I appreciate every one putting up with her young antics and hope it contributes to the normal dry debate of what to do with the prisoners.
oh we are getting there. :-) Just needed to get the TWeenage (she is a half-elf after all) dramatics going. Seleste seems to be having a Carrie kind of day.
Seleste, back to normal size looks down at the attempt to save the Bandit. "Sooooo, we want to heal him so he is healthy when we kill him. Right? Or Rostov. Rostov can kill him. Yeah, better they do it." She shakes her head at the bard's suggestion of toothy servants and even more so at his ministrations, "Mister Gage, it looks like you are trying to give him a Centaur Rub. You can't make the blood go back in. Here let me."
She holds her hand over the wound, pressing but also bringing the wound to a close allowing the blood to hopefully clot. She had seen her Mother work on many a wound, never one this bad at least in Seleste's company. The thought of her Mother fills her with warmth. She always knew what to do. She taught Seleste well, so now the daughter knows what to do as well The Voices seem to know it too, and fall silent for once instead of their constant advice, either content to watch or wait. The warmth spreads down Seleste's arms and into her hands. When she senses the pressure had been sufficient, she asks Gage to make a bandage from the bandit's sleeve. But when she lifts her hand to apply the bandage, she recoils in horror, "What have I done? Where is the wound?" She sits back staring at her bloody hands, "What have I done. I am a monster. How can I heal a man that might have killed my mother? How can I heal? I was thinking of her and then this...Well, Tell me!" Seleste seemed more questioning herself until that last bit.
"Wait! We are not killing them? We are giving them jobs? We are turning them loose on someone else? No way...OWWW!" From the doorway, Seleste's tirade is cut short as she grows and her head connects with the lintel. She sprawls into the dirt of the courtyard and sits there rubbing her head while very confused.
Not sure I can fit in there for whatever reason," but when Seleste bends down to stick her head in the door, she finds things assume a more normal proportion. But she can't see much past the struggling wall of women. She is glad to see Mamise is indeed alright though, but can't do much to help.
Sorry to hear that. I nudged Vitellia along to check on the KO'd bandit.
Vitellia move up and inspects Tiks's handiwork, insuring that this bandit will not be a problem in the near future. "Enough of this." Seleste leans out tries to pin the still struggling bandit to the ground with her blade. But being tall and on the table while trying to hit a man on the ground is very unbalancing. "Miss Mamise? You alright in there?"
Seleste smiles a big but kind of crazy smile, "I know, right?"
Looming above the bandit, "Come on, surrender already. My sword will hurt more than that pan."
Hadn't realized Tika came over to the same opponent or a wouldn't have jumped her. I have trouble with the map on my phone. If the bandit is prone that would add to her attack as well, but Seleste will Ready that rolled attack to give the bandit a chance to surrender. if he makes a move other than surrender, she will attack.
Seleste swings from the table as she looms over the bandit, her adrenaline maintaining her size
She realizes fighting atop the rickety table is not the best option.
Seleste scoots under the wagon only to find Tika already under there and moving out to help save Svetlana. But there are other bandits. Vitellia and her hound burst forth to help Oleg so she sets out to help Mamise. Her adrenalin pumping, Seleste hits her head as she emerges from under the wagon when she thought she had room. And then as she goes to hop up on the outdoor table, it seems to recede under her jump almost sending her flying. The table groans under her weight as she points her sword down at the little bandit. "Surrender. And why are you so small?" The table gives a shudder and her cheeks redden, "Come on. I do not weigh that much. Its the armor." But looking around everyone seems small...
-1 I think that is about the exact opposite of a 40.
From the corner of the barn Seleste hears the bandits planning. It sets off a quiet argument with herself, [b]"They plan to hurt Svetlana...No, I can't stay here and hide and wait...I don't care, she does not deserve such a fate." Her anger reaches a peak and sword in hand, she steps from behind the boxes. She moves forward and under the wagon, joining Tika. Before charging out...
Seleste knocks over the box of potatoes not caring what gets in her way.
I am one with the earth. Seleste crouches behind her boxes smelling the wet earth. She patiently waits for the signal. When she peeks to see the Bandits she almost rushes out at once. Argh, him acting friendly and nice. Disgusting. She almost scoffs at the hunting comment but fights it back. Who's doing the hunting today, you killer."
I stole a bag of potatoes for myself. I am hoping Seleste is in the shadows beneath the walkway and not twenty feet in the air.
I will close the gates. Don't want them to turn around and run away
"Well I am glad we got here when we did, if'n they are are coming tomorrow. Pity about the big weapons. She takes a sip of her wine and sets it down with a troubled look, "And I am a little troubled that a woman leads the bandits. I would have assumed such brutality the realm of men. She suddenly blushes, "No offense meant Mister Gage and Master Olef." Seleste pushes the glass of wine away and mumbles crossly, It's not that. I didn't drink that much.
Seleste introduces herself to Svetlana and Oleg, then sees to her horse in the stables. While she doesn't know much about riding them, she has taken care of them most of her life. She removes the saddle and blanket and gives the Skipper a quick wipe down beofre seeing to his feed and water. When she settles back with the others, it is time for Svetlana's question. "Is there any idea where they are striking from? It would be good to take the fight to them before they know we are here.?"
I've got 24 gold to spare for needed equipment.
As the others discuss the best way to make introductions, Seleste shakes her head, "City Folk". She steps up to the gate with the spear she had been using as a walking stick these last hundred yards. She raps the butt of her spear against the gate. "Hallo, Mister Oleg! Open up! Weary travelers here!"
Seleste seems keen on drinking Tika's offered drink until a scowl crosses her face and she rolls her eyes in frustration, "I must thank you for the offer, but I should refuse." When the conversation turns away from her she mutters seeming to her shoulder, "do I even sound like that?" She joins the others when each heads for their room.
Seleste would have preferred to walk, she is used to walking. Horses are used for plowing and hauling. She was not accustomed to being so high off the ground, and "The Skipper" seemed to know it. He took every opportunity to try to head off the trail or munch on a passing bush. Seleste had to resign herself to at least trying to steer him clear of vegetation that would upset his digestion. The worst part was falling behind and having The Skipper launch into a fast trot to catch up, leaving Seleste to rattle about in her armor and hold on for dear life. Selelste probably didn't notice but by the time they reached the trading post, the Skipper was missing more bushes than he had been used to, as Seleste became determined not to let him fall behind all that much.
At the sight of the trading post, Seleste was quick to dismount and walk her horse the last of the way, "To give him a cool down." That was the excuse, but she needed to give her butt and thighs a cool down too and didn't want to seem the fool dismounting with quivering legs in front of everyone. Plus it let the others take the lead in talking with the post. It looked a right fort and better for the 'Barons' to deal with the soldiers. The ride back out was a bit of a raw experience to be coming back so soon and with new friends. She was not sure she had ever been to this place, her Father might have visited...or was it that he said it was abandoned. It must have been the previous post they passed through on their way here that she had visited as a child. Fruit-flavored hard candy sticks...she savored them for months giving each only a few licks a day. Her and her brother would suck them into sharp points and prick each other...She played with one of the amulets on her chest, the one with arrows and stars, "I wonder if they have hard candy?"
Seleste's face lights up at the change in Mamise and she even cracks a first smile you had seen from her. As she takes in the rest of Mamaise's words she nods and waits impatiently for her to finish. "What are you?", she asks in amazed wonder and follows that in a teen-aged rush. "Is that wizarding? Or is that really you? Is this you?" You're not fey, right?" Suddenly she freezes and a blush of shame enters her cheeks, "...alright...enough..." "I am sorry, that was rude. I should ask for your forgiveness...I mean, I ask for..." Seleste gives her head a shake like a gnat buzzed across her vision, but then continued in a more measured tone, "Please forgive me." She ends that with a small bow. When she straightened she seemed to have found the point she wished to make, "I just meant being other people is not for me...I am just Seleste, and that is hard enough...If I could be someone else, I fear I might not come back as Seleste." She ends with her eyes having drifted down to her muddy and scuffed boots, "There is little to Seleste that you see before you, this armor, doesn't even fit, this spear and sword, too big, this shield too heavy, these holy symbols, this hair even. Everything that was me has been taken from me. So, I am sure your morals are fine and I'm not up on charters and ogblitions, I just wanted to say that when we invite people to follow us into this land, then it won't be my responsibility; it will be ours...that's all I meant" She looks up with moist eyes, "Sorry, I am just not good with words and strangers, but if we are to create a new home, I am glad you would fight at my side. I will fight beside you, whatever shape you choose."
A sullen Seleste asks Tika, "Why do you smile for them? It is hard enough being me, I can't afford to be someone else for 'other' people despite their urging." That last part was not directed at Tika personally, more a proclamation to the room. Seleste gets to her feat and takes up her weapons along the wall, "There were already people living out there and along the border of the Rostland, homesteading, trapping, prospecting...colonizing as you all call it, has all come to an end. Focus on the Bandits, none of that comes back with the bandits growing bolder. When I can plow their bones into a new field, then we can talk of colonies." "How was that for authority?" Seleste mutters under her breathe as she bends to retrieve her pack.
Everything was moving so fast and all these people, the noise and the laughing was too much. She was glad for this quiet moment to collect herself. She had come to Restov to seek help against the bandits. She had no idea that the Lord Mayor would be so receptive and had already called a gathering for just such an endeavor. It turns out the Lord Mayor know Selete's mother, or at least of her herbal lore in the Rostlands and also of her daughter that she was training. He expressed his regrets at their passing and asked her to wait in this quiet room. In a low voice she mutters, "That is good, right? Or is he keeping me apart from the grownups?....No I don't feel a grownup. Did you see them stare at me? Only the barmaid paid me any mind. Her and the dogs and was that a friendly wolf?....No, I don't care to project authority...what authority would that be anyway? She ends with a laugh just as the door opens. Fully blushing, she sees the Lord Mayor return followed by a group including the barmaid. Self-consciously, Seleste straightens her long silver-white hair. Those entering, see a young woman of mixed Elven decent. She sits tall in her chair and seems rail thin but this is partially hidden by the large boiled leather cuirass that she wears that is obviously too big. The armor is covered in an intricately carved scroll-work pattern of leaves and flowers. The designs and style of the armor seem archaic, and as if to reinforce this, it's smooth surface appears puckered and peeling in places. The large wooden shield against the wall bears similar faded paint designs. Her large sword and spear bear leaf-shaped blades. She uses the time the Mayor makes introductions to recenter her thoughts. When the one called Miss Iwani asks about bandits, Seleste blurts out without allowing the Mayor to answer, "Bandits are very active. Too much so." Suddenly realizing her place, "Sorry to interrupt Lord Mayor. I think that was some authority popping out."
That is a nice set up with the map.
That is always good advice and I do that with big text posts as well. Today these were quick edits under a minute so not sure what was up other than pissing off the post-monster somehow. :-)
I am not sure Seleste would know what you are insinuating and the spirits around her would probably go mum on the subject. Although she probably assumes you are talking about Elk herds and basic animal husbandry of copulation and calving... isolated farm girl here.
Sounds nice to me, this way I can hear the story of the drums! Also, Team B is more of a Ragtag Bunch of Misfits, I'll feel home.I like this make up of the B team as well. I also didn't get a chance to participate in the tavern thread so I look forward to starting fresh with this group. Thanks for catching that Gage. I am coming to think Seleste really is haunted. I made these changes twice today and watched the profile page accept the changes than after about 5 seconds, the page automatically goes to the Paizo front page. When I get back to the profile page, the changes are gone. It did that twice today and a number of times previously without me catching it in the act as I tried to get her profile up to the GM standards.
Sounds nice to me, this way I can hear the story of the drums! Also, Team B is more of a Ragtag Bunch of Misfits, I'll feel home. I like this make up of the B team as well. I also didn't get a chance to participate in the tavern thread so I look forward to starting fresh with this group.
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