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Things are still rough definetly glad to be welcomed back, I was worried after my long absence, will try to catch up on posts tomorrow. Long work day is leaving my blurry eyed. Apologies if I slow things down at all while getting back into the swing of things once more!

Congrats on your kingship Arctorus.

As for Loot split I can add this to my sheet, we decide what we want to sell and gold shares do their thing. If there are magical items, equipment people want its usually hey, if this makes you better cool beans. Unless more then one person wants something then it kindagoes to the sheet and is discussed IIRC. Aside from that no one has ever took more then they needed.

I have no qualms on anything that makes the queens AC better, since mine has been decent already.

Off to bed. Will look over things tomorrow for sure! Thanks again everyone and glad to be back!

Sorry again everyone, its been an aggravating month. But I am back. 100% just still dealing with internet issues and other IRL stuff at home and finally in a camp with Wifi I don't haev to pay for and reception.

Sorry for the long wait. :(

I don't mind any penalties you want to set on me by the way. I've totally not been contributing as a player :(

Guh I'm back again. The electric company cut the fiberwires where I live and I had no internet for 2 weeks. I'm sorry for the wait. Am I still able to continue with you all?
If you've moved on I understand and sorry for the wait:/

Too fatigued to do much else she heals though she can before moving back to recover the fatigued outriders and the scattered horses. Giving commands to set up camp and volunteering herself for the first watch if no one else was awake enough to do it.

Putting her blade away made movement no less as easy. Seraph comes up alongside Asta as the dust started to settle. "I agree with Arctorus, rest is needed, my Queen. I fear we won't be able to fight like this again."

She looks for anyone in need of healing and uses her lay on hands on those who are not overly injured. Focusing on the most injured first...

LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 1
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

If I am interpreting the map right, I have no chance of hitting being this far in the debris cloud. So I can only move up. Do I need to roll to interpret the sound of battle and direction to go DM? I update the map just in case thats a No. Adjust if I was mistaken. Getting back into the swing!

Seraph, with her large blade drawn staggers her way towards the sounds of battle. She was exhausted. Her limbs felt like lead weights but she struggled on with one thought on her mind. Fight and protect her Witch Queen...

Exhausted, double 10ft move.

Exhausted and weary from the ride Seraph rides into view of the battle...

Roger, back online! Sheesh. Paizo took a major hit with that many days down i'm sure!

Thanks Glyn, will not disappoint!

post post? Forum working yet? ***Edit**** Not quite working, 1 in 5 attempts make it through...

Its going better. trying to be more active online, I was primarily wrapped up in family stuff and apologize for the continued absence. Will do my best to be more present. Catching up again. :/

Back guys. Sorry catching up!

Thanks all, this all comes on the eve of my son breaking an arm too. Kind of a major blowout in life. Which sucks. But all I can do is move forward, however the path may go.

So still here and getting my head on straight for RP!

She doesn't have one right now, she hasn't been going for around 4 months. Which the kids have been out of school and I am still working away from home for two weeks at a time. She struggles hard by herself to keep going when I'm gone.

I'm going to a counselor soon, 9-10 days from now when I get home from work. I'm trying to fix things. But I'm unsure if she is in the state to care right now.

When Oleg gets up to leave she gives him a level look, her inhuman eyes flashing in restrained anger. "Torod promised to be enchanted to prove his innocence Oleg. Think about that while you lay in bed with your pride."

"No Torod, stop running away." Seraph grabs his hand before he can leave.

She looks to Svetlana as well, her eyes somewhat sad at the rather... rough state she was in in her opinion before she asks directly. "Can we see the child as well?" She indicated Torod when she said this.

Sorry guys, life continues to be hectic.

I'm still very much ready to go and will post tonight. Apologies for the delay. :/ I hope you botted me as needed.

Dealing with RL issues sorry for the wait. Will post soon.

Horseback grappling would be awkward~

Seraph draws away from Arabeth impressed with what she discovered. She gives the other woman a gentle shoulder squeeze as she repsond's to Arabeth. "Anytime." Seraph had been embracing her faith more in the recent days since her almost fatal encounter.

When Lady Tiressia respond's favorably she turns and bows as deeply as she can in the saddle. "We will try not to waste your time Lady Tiressia." With that she takes up her position and guards the rear of their band with Arctorus.

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She greets the guards and dismounts outside the gates of Olegton. She disarms as well before heading to Olegs shop. When she enters she is clad only in her armor and personal resolve.

She weathers Oleg's lambasting with a smile, using no magic to sway or otherwise force a change in opinion. She came only as herself and took all of Olegs anger and aimed to redirected it if she could. Despite his attitude she waits until she is next in line at his counter before gently correcting Svetlana politely. "We are not here in any official capacity Lady Svetlana. I'm here for those I still call my Friends Oleg." Though Oleg's tone made her frosty she responded candidly and matter of factly. "A business and family were once threatened by those same bandits, yes? A good thing such green adventurers came by to help.." She lets the words hang in the air before saying sharply and straight to Oleg. "Cut the griefing Oleg, I'm not here to compare sizes with you. I will renounce my House on the spot if it will please you." She doesn't speak quietly, she speaks even toned and if there was anyone else in the room it was easily heard what she promised to do. She wasn't bluffing either.

To her, her 'house' so far was nothing more than a name. A name she would burn to ash and scatter to the winds for her companions, all of them. After saying that she returned to a more pleasant tone. "We'd like some of your time this evening when your business is closed. Both of you if you please." She bows her head to Svetlana in an obvious sign of polite respect, something a Kingdom leader or noble wouldn't normally do. "It's time to lay this foulness to rest, we will remain for one evening. If you cannot spare the time..." She doesn't finish, letting the obvious end to her words remain unsaid. She took out a pouch of gold then and set it on his table, fifty gold coins in all. "Let it not be said I don't pay for ones time. Good day to you both, may fortune always be in your favor."

Diplomacy - Improve Attitudes to rebuild the bridges burned: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

She places a hand over Arabeths and squeeze it gently. "I was a Foundling, my parents didn't want a monster. It was not an easy life but each of us have our own path to walk." She turns and gives her a firm hug, trying not to hurt her with her armor and armaments. "You don't ever have to hide among us."

Torod obviously does not like the idea. "If Oleg agrees to abide by the findings. Yes."

To have your will stripped was not easy to accept, she nods at Torod's words. "Understood Torod. Thank you my friend."

Looking to Tiressia. "Before you go to speak with the other Fey, if you would please come with us and help us see this through to the end. If Torod will undergo such enchantment to dispel Oleg's doubt then I believe so to will Svetlana. Which will give us our answer. If you are okay with coming with us for the evening. I do not believe it will take long if magic is involved."

Looking to Asta then she bows her head. "However, we cannot proceed without your permission Milady, enchantment is outlawed and I cannot proceed without your instruction."

Arabeth nods, both to indicate Master Pervilash may enjoy his repast and to Lady Tiressia's words. She looks to her companions briefly before replying.

"I think the case is that, while Master Oleg and Lady Svetlana definately have a child. The child currently being held by them would seem to not be the one they consieved." Arabeth sighs.

"Hence our seeking your help with what appears to be some sort of child exchange..." Her voice trails off as even she finds the case somewhat baffling.

Seraph considers Tiressia's words carefully before shaking her head. "The idea of a changeling has been dispersed. However, I do not believe Svetlana would stray. I think that one of them has a previously unknown ancestor. " She indicates her own features as evidence. "As both my parents were human, yet here I am. As I will tell Oleg as well."

Returning to what Tiressia had said. "Not a miracle. Being a fey you should be seen as neutral and thus Oleg would accept your words. As for using Magic. Torod..." Seraph looks to Torod then. "Would you allow yourself to be enchanted before Oleg to lay his claim to rest?"

Seraph remained unphased by the accusation, forgiving Torod as he had only recent recovered. Though she did admonish him immediately after he finished, since his accusation skirted along the lines of her breaking her oath. "I know what you meant by it Torod, I also meant what I said. Nothing more my friend. Now our friends need to decide on whether to be involved in matters possibly Not related to Fey, Yes?"

Looking up at Arctorus she smiles. "Easy now, they don't want your personal things. These are good Fey Folk Arctorus. Some of the best I have ever known in these lands."

"Have you no manners? Give them the stuff." Torod says to Arctorus.

Lady Tiressia's response is a roller coaster ride of emotion for Torod. Hearing that the curse is actually gone makes him happy, but her news about changelings brings him back down. "What now? You were my last hope. Oleg believes the child to be mine. He's not. And Svetlana loves Oleg too much to sleep with another."

Seeing him in such a rush Seraph remains unmoved, she didn't want to insult their friends among the Light Fey. "Hold Torod. It is rude to assume they will just follow with gifts. Again, we need an outside party. Oleg may not believe just the council. He will possibly assume we will back Torod no matter what. He is blinded as you were not so long ago, Torod. But I am sure Tiressia can lay his anger with her knowledge." She gives an apologetic smile to the Fey. "Again, I apologize for leaning on you so much for your support and will repay the debt in whatever means I can provide to you. Name it and, if it's within my power, I'll see it done. If you don't want to be involved I understand that as well and it won't change our relationship in the slightest." She smiles to Tiressia and Pervalish meaning every word. She owed them her life, same with Asta. She wouldn't throw it away over the petty squabbles of mortals.

Seraph listens intently to Tiressia before adding. "This is knowledge we or at least I lacked. Though...
My concern isn't just the Dark Fey curse being at work. But of another force. Which we have proof long before that of another interfering in these lands. The Stag Lord, Assasination attempts, Grigori the False speaker and now this. It would be too simple to call it a coincidence. Something wants disruption, this chaos and this is just the thing to weaken us from within."

She waves to Torod as she explains further and rather intensely. "A despicable rumor spread, throughout the kingdom no less shortly after the child's birth. That, due to the child's elvish traits, it was possibly from Torod and dear Svetlana having an affair. Which without a third parties knowledge and presence we may not be able to bridge this rift alone. Oleg believes it and I believe that if we cannot dispel this falsehood in it's entirety, then that family will suffer needlessly, especially the mother and child."

Knowing just how passionate her speech had been she calms down. Julius snorting at her as she finishes. "I cannot believe Svetlana would do that. I know Torod wouldn't. So I cannot and will not let this stand. A lie is a Lie and that child shouldn't shoulder the burden of his fathers false hate."

She bows her head to Lady Tiressia as she asks. "Help us to clear this misunderstanding. Regardless if it is for naught in fixing the kingdom. Afterwards I will personally get you back to your grove with all due haste."

Seraph smiles at Arctorus's gentle nature, despite his size he was full of surprises. She shakes her head at his mention of Oleg. "I don't want you to have that sort of reputation Arctorus. If Oleg gets out of line we will find a way to handle him. However, I came prepared to challenge his hard headedness."

She thinks for a moment before adding. "I want you to keep an eye out for trouble. Every time a strange event has happened there has been more at work. Your strength is needed to watch our backs. If I can't handle it with Oleg I'll call you in. But with Oleg not knowing you I don't want him to become defensive thinking we brought some sort of Dragonborn Muscle."

Ride - Guide with knees: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

K-Nature(?) how to greet fey politely: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Diplomacy - Improve Relations: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

She gives Tiressia and the fey dragon the warmest of smiles as she nods in greeting as well as in agreement with what Asta was saying though she gives Torod a glance. "Greeting's Lady Tiressia and Pervilash. It is always a pleasure to see you both, I hope things are going well in your lands and greatly appreciate your help in this matter. We aren't completely sure what we will meet or be met with when we arrive at Olegton."

She moves Julius over to introduce the new additions to their group. "This lovely flower is Arabeth." She waves a hand towards Arabeth and then she waves towards Arctorus. "You met this one before I believe, but just in case. This is Arctorus, my Squire." Julius gives a bit of a whiny at Seraph's almost failed attempt to coax him into moving without the reins.

Posted! Woooooooo! XD Now back to work. Not so woo~ Nights, forever...

Before leaving Torods home she smiled at Chuffy and acknowledged Torod's new friend once more. Though her heart longed to feel the fur of Strawberry's great head she knew that would never come to pass again. She had to walk by faith now. For Torod, Oleg, Svetlana, their child and Asta's kingdom sake. She could not fail a third...

When they reached the castle she finds an aide and politely asks them to ready the horses for the council. She doesn't push hard, expecting it will take some time to get themselves ready to move since Asta and Thomas were holding council already. But if the saddles are on when they do reach the stable, that saved them a lot of time. She also asked for a cart, so they had a quicker means of moving Arctorus as well.

Diplomacy - Request assistance from Castle Aides in readying horses.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

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In the council chamber, she beamed brightly at Torod's enthusiasm, extremely grateful to see him back on his feet. Being Torod, being a friend to Oleg and Svetlana. Being the Erstailian she knew him to be. She nods to Asta, brifely closing her eyes before opening to her queen as she urged Torod to sit.

As the little man speaks, Arctorus collects himself and stands as quickly as he can. He is clearly quite embarrassed, and simply moves to stand behind Knight Seraph, hanging his massive head in shame as he stands there quietly.

Seraph elbows him lightly in his side/thigh, distracting him from his 'moment' as she says quietly. "Head up Arctorus. We will build a better seat for you. One able to hold your greatness without breaking." She rolls her shoulders then, the stiffness of marching around in her armor reminding her of the mission. "Besides, we have a bit of a stroll ahead of us and I hope that what lies ahead isn't laden with darkness."

When Thomas speaks of heading east she visibly hesitates a moment before saying. "Be careful my friend, our patrols don't go further than the silver mine as of yet. With the trolls out there, watch your back and carry what you need to fight them or worse."

Me too. Thanks guys, apologies again. Catching up. I'm heading back to work and finally have some breathing room to post again. I literally have no excuses.

Sorry, guys having a really tough time atm. Been unable to focus on anything and have been avoiding my computer like the plague. Posting to resume tomorrow at the earliest. Apologies for the continued disruptions.

Seraph nods, seeing the energy back in Torod was a great thing. "We need to present this to Asta and this time I'll go with you. Along with anyone else that one's to go. But perhaps Pervalish or Trissia and Falcos should be consulted."

Torod is not one to discuss his emotions. His inner battle to do so plays itself out on his face for Seraph to see. "That fey's curse has come true." He blurts out. "They hate me and aren't coming back. I've lost Strawberry to Pharasma and now I've lost Oleg and Svetlana to rumor. It's only a matter of time before I lose the rest of you too. Only a matter of time. It's best that I leave now, before my curse causes some greater calamity to come upon Greenheart and Stagland."

"Well I'm here aren't I, I'm not gonna abandon you Torod. So stop pushing and talking about leaving." She thumps herself in the chest between her breasts with a gauntlet. Causing her armor to rattle lightly with the force of the blow. "Becuase this b&^%$ is unmoveable as stone. So stand your ground like you always do you damned elf." She rarely cursed but the last month had been a testing time and she too was working through the nightmare that haunted her sleeping mind.

She was empathetic to what Torod was feeling. "What happened was tragic. Strawberry didn't deserve it and it's not your fault. That Overblown Trollops got what she deserved when you took her head." She pauses for a long moment, closing her eyes and fending off the rising anger before adding. "I miss her too Torod... However, you are still here and Strawberry wouldn't want you suffering needlessly. Neither does our new friend their either I would believe. So let us help you remove the curse and restore your name."

She stomped onto the next subject with the grace of an ork in church, using Torod's usually blunt approach. "I don't believe the rumors, nor that a man of Erastil like you would piss on his beliefs. So answer me this. Is the child yours? What happened with the Olegton's? And what do you want to do about it? Aside from leaving, not an option." The first question was because she wanted to hear him say it. The others decide her course of action.

Seraph nods in greeting to Arabeth and enjoys light conversation. But she is rather tense with a serious look on her face. When they arrive at Torods she turns to the pair and bows her head. "Excuse me Arctorus, Arabeth. I need to talk to my friend IN lrivate, please." With that said she ducks to enter Torods home and is surprised at the state it was in. She gives Chuffy a friend click of the tongue as Torod speaks.

At his question she grunts in a grim chuckle. "No, I came to see you Torod my friend. It seems you have withdrawn and I worry you might wilt." She feigns sounding hurt as she runs a finger through the dust. Drawing a symbol of protection. When she continued speaking she looked at him intensely. "Besides you know Asta won't agree to that. That would be like only weighing one side of a merchants scale. You know you are needed and Asta would drag you back from hellsgates. So best to put that thought behind you." She finishes her drawing and lets the creak of her armor as she sways to stand more on one leg then the other emphasizing her point. Because she too would come for Torod as she had this morning. "What troubles your mind Torod? The malicious rumor? Can I help you?" The tone of her voice was that she believed it to be only that, a rumor.

I think I covered most of it, if I missed an interaction let me know. at work with long shifts but FINALLY caught up with the game posts and I am moving forward. :)

The next several days are a whirl of activity for Seraph. She spends a lot of time with Arctorus and having him stand in with her in protecting Asta. She treats him well and does her best to instill a sense of pride in his abilities and strength.

Where he saw himself as monstrous or different she sees something wonderous and every day she comments on something new she notices about him. Her comments are warm and genuine, she also compliments aspiring recruits and Arshean followers as well. She tries her best to inspire greatness in those that know her.

When the rumors come of Torod and Svetlana's affairs she sets the Swans in motion to quash such ridiculousness. Torod was brash, crude and blunt as a rock. But he wasn't that and any among her following or troops that even so much as whispered such scandalous things found that for all her kindness lay a fierce and fiery anger for lies. Their continued humoring or belief in such rumors find them performing tasks suited for those who wag their tongues so freely about others.

Especially of a worshipper of Erastil. She doesn't even ask Torod as she knew in her heart it wasn't true. It isn't an uncommon sight to see her marching behind fully equipped recruits, while fully equipped herself until they were so exhausted that they could no longer walk. She taught a harsh lesson in maintaining dignity and ignoring things with no solid truth.

Among the people any who dare question Torod's honor was challenged outright by Seraph, she had no hesitation in throwing down the gauntlet to protect her friend's honor. She never once used her position or house to intimidate, only speaking as one of the people that such foolishness and to stain Torod's honor without actual proof. Indicating her own differences meant nothing to her.

Diplomacy - Quelling rumors among her followers.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

She frequents the bathes and when Arabeth comes for a personal audience she arranges for a private bath for the woman. Her sexual discomfort quelled by days of hacking targets in the yard with her sword. However, her comforts end when Torod returns from his trip, in a worse mood and an even more foul-tempered companion.

She stands in on the discussion of the Rezbins building a town and agrees with Asta on the subject. Their treasury was stretched thin and another town to defend would stretch them thin. But...It brought opportunities as well. Despite all of this she was distracted during the meeting, her gaze distant.

If we don't know why Torod left then disregard the following.

Early Morning

Upon understanding the relevance of this event she sets out to travel to Oleg's. Not without seeking out Torod first. As normal she finds Arctorus kneeling outside and smiles at him. He was very interesting, but her smile and chest felt empty. "If you feel like accompanying me you may, but I don't think today will be a pleasant day Arctorus. Much foulness is afoot and its time to set things straight. If you want to avoid this then may I suggest offering your strength in town or continuing your training here in the training yard." HShe was fully equipped and armed for war or adventure, not her norm during the calmer days in Greenheart.

Seraph thoughts were to seek out and comfort her companion, her silence in this matter seems to have done little good. Which doused her spirits.

When she shows up she is in full battle gear, her armor resplendent and her sword shining in the sunlight of early morning when she knocks on Torod's door. "Torod, can we talk?"

She ignores Chuffy's growling and foul-tempered nature and focuses on seeing her friend.

Post coming in the am. Been a long month. Apologies for the wait and thanks for the well wishes. Will post soon.

Post coming soon. It's been a long week of hospitals and other not fun things.

Apologies for any delays :(

Dealing with sick family and flu hope to be back on soon.

Apologies :/

Freedom for those that never had societies blessings for good or ill could be a rather confusing term. Seraph, having been musing at the thought of owning something so large momentarily. Returned to reality with a nod, returning Arctorus's gaze with a smile. "Nope, no owning you Arctorus. You are and remain a free man.

"Being free is complex for sure. Especially for what you went through. So I will put it like this."[ She gestures to Torod. "Accept for your past. Here and now. Torod Offers you a place in his sanctuary in the woods. He is a master tracker and hunter by trade and could probably teach you tricks of that trade you do not yet know."

Gesturing to herself she adds. "Queen Asta offers a place for you to stay here, you could learn more about Greenheart. I could also train you in Armor crafting, I can introduce you to our town guard and army. Who would do well learning from you, one thing they lack is real-world experience with a large opponent. Which you will be compensated for of course. There are many ways you can go, by choosing that path as you have until now, however, when it comes to dealings in society. It is best to learn the laws or tread carefully in dealing with people you don't fully understand. That way you are not taken advantage of or accidentally break local laws and customs. But one of our laws is the banning of Slavery, along with illegal use of enchantments to strip away free will. Another form of Slavery."

She gestures to him then as she says. "The choice is yours Arctorus."

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Temple of the Elk Hex joins the fold... >:)

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Seraph nods. "Hopefully we can do better than a stable." Se grimaces but realizes that a man of Arctorus's stature was probably used too much rougher living than her. Which made her realize just how lavish a lifestyle she had been living up until now. "I'll make sure to introduce you to all the good folk I trust and I'm sure eventually people will come to fear you less and less."

She does as promised, showing Arctorus around to all the major sights and businesses of Greenheart at the moment. From the Inn with great rooms and food to the market districts, all the while trying to ensure he felt welcomed. Regardless of how long he planned on staying with them. She makes a few stops along the way to barter with Merchants and set up delivery dates for items being sold and gold being received, all the while planning on the revival of Thomas.

When the tour was over she finishes it with a visit to the castle, to check in with Asta asking Arctorus a few lighter questions. "Do you have a trade or craft? I can craft armor aside from being a Queen's Knight."

Her smile remained when he asked her if she had been more afraid of his false appearance and she nods slightly. "Old injuries die hard."

At the work of the Swans, she was more than pleased, all of them were good folk. It was why she enjoyed this place, it was welcoming, warm and like coming home. She stands out of the water when Arctorus does, though she chuckles openly at his reservations. "I can't promise people won't be afraid, but unless you break the law then you will be fine. Besides, I don't think the town guard would enjoy wrestling with you." She too claimed her gear, thank the Swans politely and donned her armor once more. "I'm not sure. It's been a trying day and she means well. She is more likely more infuriated with herself and me than anyone for pushing our limits. But, it can't hurt. She is a great person and she has high hopes for this kingdom."

She slides on her kikko armor and looks to Arctorus. "I can show you around town and get you familiar before we tackle our next problem." She takes a hand and compares their hights, hitting Arctorus in the lowest part of his torso. [b]"I don't think the Inn is going to have a room for your size.

Haha i love Dragon Disciple. I dont know bloodrager enough

Im back online finally. Posting soon apologies for the wait. Internet was completely down.

Arctorus shakes his head. "This is not pain. I've known pain. I don't know if it is true that I have something different in my blood or if that was a lie the wizard spoke to my family. All I know was that I was normal as a child, and he spent years making these changes to me."

Arctorus notes Seraph smiling at him and looking over his own body. He scoots closer to her as he answers her next question, "I have never heard that before. I'm sure there are lots of sayings I've never heard before, though. If it's okay?" he asks once he is next to her, and raises a claw to point to his neck, "What is the collar and chain for? And these scars?" he asks, gently raking the back of one of his claw across her side to point out what he is asking about. It doesn't seem to be an overture of any kind, but rather an honest question of curiosity based on the inquiring look on his face.

She chuckles softly. "My Mother had as much wisdom as she had fury. But 'To wake from death and to return to life.' Is to take a bad or dire situation and turn it into a success or find the good in it. The silver lining so to speak." She looks him in the eye as she speaks, sincere in what she was saying. "What was done to you was horrid, the wizard will account for their crimes when we find them. But from what I see your size, scales, and strength are a great boon. You have great potential Arctorus, all you need is deeds to go with it."

She flicks the chain attached to the collar and gets a metallic rattle. "This metal collar is my covenant with Queen Asta. I am her sword, carving out the destiny she sees for this kingdom to the utmost of my ability. However, I am also a shield if she or anyone of us becomes corrupted. Including myself... And these..." She traces the scars on her sides, looking at them distantly before saying. "Old injuries from an ogre, it was not... kind to its female captives. Hence my nervousness with your illusionary form. But that beast is only a memory
now." She couldn't help but hardened her voice as spoke, though there was no bitterness.

She points to other older scars, the history of growing up on the streets of Restov. Abandoned and unwanted. She doesn't look for pity, only to share her experience of cruel prejudice. Trying to build a rapport with Arctorus.

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A woman of her word, Seraph does her best to treat properly with Merchants and hopefully to attract more to support the kingdoms continued growth.

I'm hoping we get at least the 50% margin, I'm not expecting much more than that on the sales. But it doesn't hurt to try~ I want to start crafting armor and stuff more seriously soon. Need gold for that though lmao... However, expanding our magical arsenal is more important then my crafting.

Are we doing Kingdom stuff soonish I'm assuming?

Whoops, Pitborn not Rage born, but still they like to rage and destroy things lol...

Seeing as you are in actuality mostly human-esque, you are probably seeing a very flustered Arctorus.

Arctorus did his best not to ogle Seraph, as she had been the one to accept him the most out of this group of humanoids. He listened as best he could to her description of her differences, though his eyes couldn't help but wander not only to her horns and tail, but to her nakedness as well.

At her own question, he turned his head and looked into the distance, as if he was trying to see his past through the wall and on the horizon. "I don't remember much. The wizard did his best to erase that part of my life. But I was stronger than he thought. I remember my mother. She was young, beautiful, and loving. I remember her playing with me in a field in the summer sun. I remember my father. He was...I don't know...people seemed to respect him. Do whatever he told them to do. He let me sit in his fancy chair some."

"I remember him talking to the wizard. The wizard promised to teach me things about my heritage. Unlock my potential, he told father. Father agreed to let go to be 'trained' by him. I never saw them again. I don't remember where I was from, or their names. All I remember was that they...we...we weren't like this," he says as he lifts his clawed hands out of the water.

Seraph shows no shame in her nakedness, nor does she hesitate to look over Arctorus now that he was stripped bare. Though she never looks below the water line, she does smile at him warmly all the while. Her smile fades as he struggled to recall his past realizing she trodden on uneven ground.

She uses a hand to splash herself, enjoying the feel of the water across her skin as she spoke. "The reason I brought you here was to relax and chat without too many disturbances I apologize for my previous question if it caused you pain."

She stops splashing herself as she says. "Though knowing you too carry a bloodline beyond humanoid is incredible." She marveled at his scales openly, his size and wished she had such wonderous armor and strength at her disposal. "Seeing you struggle with it reminds me of my own struggles. Though my Mother told me this. 'Wake from death and return to life.' Do you understand the meaning?"

That's fine, it's actually really neat seeing him tiptoeing around with people. I find the RP rather neat and endearing.

Arctorus slowly stands and looks at the crowd, trying to appear friendly as Seraph speaks. He gladly follows when she leads him away. He ducks to enter the doorway of the bathhouse, and gawks at what he sees.

Arctorus was baffled at his treatment but grew more and more anxious as these attendants helped him out of his armor and clothing. Seeing Seraph also stripping down, he at first becomes quite embarrassed, but then he begins to note, seemingly for the first time, her own unique anatomy. He studies her somewhat quizzically as he is guided into the large public bath. At least, that's what I'm assuming this is?

His eyes widen at the feeling of the warm water, which rises significantly as his bulk sinks into it, but soon enough he leans back and seems to relax for the first time since he has traveled with you.

He looks to Seraph and asks "So, did a wizard do that to you as well?"

Seraph: Your reference image link isn't working, but I recall you had small horns and hooves, right?

I realize now that that was never really described. Whoopsies for four years of incompleteness. -.-; But nope, no cloven feet with her~

The bathhouse wasn't overly luxurious but it had shallow and deep pools for bathing. They, of course, got a more private deeper pool, to ward off oglers. Hopefully. When Arabeth declines Seraph nods to her, stripping off her road worn clothing. "Until next time than Miss Arabeth. Though..." She looks over her shoulder at her with warm eyes. "... do try and relax a little, you are far to... tense." Arabeth's early stumbling, physically and verbally, made Seraph want to gobble her up. She resisted mightily, stumbling in her own way, especially as she was feeling far too old and worn out for such shenanigans. Especially with what she had gone through...

When Arabeth had gone, Seraph scolded herself silently. Wishing she could crush the dancing bimbo again for getting her all hot and bothered. The warm bath though alleviates a lot of her frustrations.

_________In the Baths__________

Seraphs body was mostly human, mostly. Her horns were budding, new and hardly touched yet by the rigors of life. Her flame red hair lays on the stone of the bath behind her and her skin was nearly flawless from her shoulders to her midriff. There, especially on her sides and hips were the signs of old scars. She sported human feet and assets most woman would be envious to have. Aside from the overly muscular arms, she was beautiful. Her tail lay still and unmoving in the water and her metal collar held fast. The broken chain attached to it moving but not falling apart. Her holy symbol of Arshea floated between the ampleness of her figure as it and her ring were the only items she hadn't removed.

At Arctorus's question, she raised her head causing the water to ripple as her chest descended. She shook her head as she answered. "A fiendish birthright. As I grew my heritage appeared, these arms, my horns and tail are evidence of that." She raises one hand and clenches it into a fist nearly twice the size of a normal man. "My mother called it Rage-born those that bore more of a demon bloodline, more potent than normal. As far as I know."

She looks at Arctorus and watches him curiously before asking. "Arctorus..." She was treading carefully or at least trying to. AS he seemed far more fragile than his sturdy scaly appearance implied. "What do you remember prior to your capture? Do you remember your hometown? Or Family"

"A pleasure..."

Miss Arabeth was so flustered that Seraph's tail started to wag back and forth, much to her pain and pleasure. Though a sudden gasp pulled her attention and she saw that Arctorus's magic wavered and this was what she feared most.

Seeing the growing negative reactions in the crowd Seraph focuses solely on taking care of their new companion. Arctorus needed her to do something now. So she stands tall, drawing her large blade, letting her shining blade, appearance, and voice draw the attention of the crowd as she spoke.

Diplomacy - Impove Attitudes / Calm the crowd.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

She was completely calm as she spoke, her warm smile and confident voice carrying as far as the edges of the immediate crowd. "Everyone, remain calm and listen to me now. I, Seraph of house Starsky, do attest to this one's good nature..." She waves a hand to Arctorus. "His name is Arctorus and he aided us when we needed it most, carrying us when we had fallen. Despite his appearance, he is a strong, gentle soul and in time I hope you will realize this as well, so let others know to save fear and judgment until they have come to know him. Now please step aside."

Seraph sheathes her massive blade with ease and with her other hand grabs Arctorus's large finger and gently pulls him from the heart of the crowd. Waving people aside as she does so as courteously as she can. "Come." She looks over her shoulder to Arabeth. "Your welcome to follow. My treat." She gives the newcomer a warm smile.

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Part of this is contingent on who does and doesn't come along. XD

She leads them both to the Bathhouse and calls together her fellow Swans and issued requests. "This is Arctorus and Arabeth, they are my guests and I'll take care of any expense to see them both comfortable." She carefully selects those she knows won't she nervousness around Arctorus to assist him in what he needs.

Diplomacy - Simple Aid Request - Take care of their guests.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Once the bathes were being prepped and such she turns to her more capable Swans. "Josephine, Tal, and Joan. I need you all to look into local merchants, merchant guilds and gather information on where to sell items and swiftly. I also need a small cart capable of traversing woodland's and some thick blankets as well. Thank you all and work together." There were a number of items to retrieve from that old fortress, furniture, and that beautiful statue. She knew exactly where she wanted it too. She gave those helping them a broad smile, the bathhouse was a success. It gave them a place for their religion to call home and work so they were not idle. She couldn't ask for a better following, hence why she was slow to expand it. Quality of Quantity.

Diplomacy - Complicated Detailed instructions: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Seraph's goal is to meet with the merchants and hopefully sell the more expensive items for a better price. The Rapier +1 and such. She hopes to make a little more gold for the group selling the items in the mock loot sheet. ^.^

Diplomacy/Barter roll for later or whatever you decide DM, just giving a heads up.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Finally, she picks her toughest and most skilled to take her place at Asta's side for now. Relaying the message of where Seraph was and that she would join her in a little bit once Arctorus was settled.

That was all she would ask them for now, keeping it short but detailed. Besides she was more looking forward to a soak in the baths after the harrowing ventures they had. After everything she went through she didn't give a lick about bearing all in front of people she didn't know. She stripped offer her gear, except for the magic ring and climbed into the warm waters of the bathhouse with a gasp of pleasure. "I have missed this."

We can afford raise dead for both Thomas and Strawberry.

Raise animal companion is 1k and raise dead is 5k.

So we are looking at getting Thomas back to life.

Torod said no on Reincarnating/Raising Strawberry?

Been a few days and now that we have a total of possible treasure return, I thought I'd ask one more time.

I'm unsure how many reincarnate scrolls we can get our hands on in town... or who could cast it naturally? ;/

Seeing that Asta was dealing with Thomas's retinue, she turns her attention to keeping Arctorus comfortable. That was until someone ran into his legs. She turns to say something when the soft clink of someone metallic makes her look down and up again. At the same person, who was now having wardrobe difficulties.

She clears her throat, recovers the metal clasp and offers it to the unknown woman. "Seraph Starsky and you dropped this miss...?" She lets the question hang for a moment.

Seraph sends her recovery in the grove training her body. Doing squats in full battle gear and swinging her sword. She doesn't try to hide her overabundant muscles anymore. She doesn't try to contain her masculine form given to her by her fiendish heritage. Once she was fully recovered she felt stronger then before.

Arriving in the capital she does her best to assuage Arctorus's fears. "Stand firm Arctorus. Stop hiding yourself and accept what you are for now. If they feel the need to look away that isn't your fault." True to form she doesn't hide her slightly changed appearance.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Seeing Thomas's men she has waves to them. Signalling them to fall in line and wait for Asta to see them. Mainly she moves them away from Arctorus...

K Nobility how to address Thomas's men appropriately.: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Seeing Arctorus's discomfort she frowns at the nervousness of the people. "There is a bathouse I can take you too. It's under the control of my fellow Swan's. Sound good?"