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I've decided to assume such myself, as much as I was looking forward to it.

Our Gm hasn't posted since the 25th of last month, I worry that this has already met it's end fate...

I'm still here, and waiting om them for posts like you said.

"This fight has evolved my typical scope already, within just a few seconds it seems...!" He says, an almost amused sense of surprise within his words. He moves up towards Killian with speed, his body twisting and turning with fluidity as he tries to grasp the man.

Improved Grapple: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 = 15

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Shiruba's eyes widen in surprise, "Boy, what have you done? What are you doing?!" he starts, in a rising tone. He makes to pull the young man off of Tyrus.

Hmm, I'd say that Shiruba was unaware of her various forms, personally.

You rolled your low skill high, and your high skill low. It's almost comedic, in a way.

Pffft. It's supposed to be "Silver" in Japanese.

The aged Alaven man follows the lass outside, hands behind his back giving off a look unbefitting of a battlehardned master. "Oh? It seems we're late to the party already, little Mila." He takes up position near the others.

"Hm? Oh, of course." Shiruba follows Mila into the other room, and would help her with the armor as needs be. 'So heavy and restrictive, He thought to himself. 'I'll never understand how one can move about in it with any sort of grace. Nevermind mind one as young as her.'

The aged man's stance loosens in it's entirety, and a look of bemused relief washes across him. "I'm glad that we've come to an arminstance before the first blow was even landed, as I doubt you'd have been standing upright afterward," An edge of mirth gives evidence that he's merely trying to lighten the mood. "Young Mila... I recommend you to not do that again as brave as it was."

His stance loosens as he sees the young boy coming down with fright, "This isn't the time for violence, what's wrong with him? What has happend to you all?"

Monks no armor master race!

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

The aged man slips into a stance the moment blades are drawn, his pinkie and index fingers kept clenched while the others hand loosely like claws. "You boys should put those things away before someone get's hurt. We just wanted a break from the cold."

Diplomatic Assist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Shiruba furrows his brow as the situation grows strange.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

"A healer? I havn't heard of healing quite like.. that." He trails off, but wanders to a side of the table, and takes of some of the food.

A natural charmer, that one.

Shiruba stares rather dumbfoundedly at his hand which the woman had grabbed from him, trying to understand just what had happened. Her words were clearly nonsense, but the sensation felt was real. Wasn't it? Or in fact, was that really nonsense or something... more.

"I... I felt something," He mumbles while flexing his hand. "As if the years were being lifted from my shoulders... Who is this woman?" His voice is directed to their host, as he walks in, too overcome to yet really notice the food.

Undressing a young woman? Absurd!

Why, I'm honestly shocked.
And why yes, it does indeed.

Mine is much less clever then you'd imagine. Also, those details were relayed to our wolf-blooded friend outside, we're still in the dark ourselves. Unless that is........ Mihai is psychic?

Oop, it appears you're right! My bad there.

I find it interesting how all the Calivan people we know of so far, our two PCs and this old woman, all have a hard 'uh' sound at the end of their name.

Shiruba
Mila
Monisha

An accidentally invented Calivan naming trend, perhaps?

Shriba gives a wide grin of his own, crossing his arms over his chest when the old woman comes into view and is introduced. "Ah, finally, someone my own age for once. Can't begin to tell you how rare that is. But I must say, the years have certainly been kind to you." He makes his way to the fire, and sits down with some effort in order to rest his weary bones.

"Really is very kind of you for doing all this, just for us who find ourselves lost and stranded away from home..." His voice trails off, and there's a glint in his eye as he looks towards Atlus, wondering if this man seems to be doing this out of the kindness of his heart, or if there seems to be something else in store.

sense motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Giving a light chuckle, Shiruba straightens his back up as he looks around the well worn home. "I can't say much about defending, you seem capable of that on your own. But, I'd be more then happy to share a tale or two if you'd let us stay for awhile and rest our weary bones."

He smiles at Radin's gesture, and walks along with his hands clasped behind his back, leaning forward as he'd walk along and in.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
Tonah: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"Old? I'll have you know I'm barely out of my seventies." He says heartily, an amused glint in his eye and the hint of a smile under his mustache. He flexes his toes, getting some feeling back in them. "Though I will admit that my clothes have seen better days. Well, except for this one time. You see, it was back when– Ah, wait, I should save the stores for when we're all nestled around a fire. Perhaps with some roasted chestnuts and hot tea to warm us up."

A hand heartily and heavily slaps against a pauldron of Radin's armor. "Point being, what are we doing out here when we could be in there?" His brow then furrows, upon finally noticing the Wolf-Blooded "Was that wolf here the whole time? Where did that come from?"

Shriba snorts in amusement. "I can handle myself boy. I'll be fine."

Shiruba takes a few hesitant steps, wincing as the cold stings the soles of his feet. "He'a right, we just need to find some shelter. Things have gone... rather terrible for us all." His eyes squint as he tries to get a better look at it through the snow.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Alrighty then, good to know I didn't have it wrong.

Since Mihai brought up the question of languages, do languages from Int score still apply?

He stirs from his musings, and turns back to see the young girl freshly emerged from the waters. His brow raises in surprises, having not expected to see her here. He didn't expect to see the Calivan man either, but he had only known that one for a short while. "Little Mila? Oh... We've all come across a terrible fate here. Those fiendish men ambushed me and my class... I can only have faith that they were more aware then I was at the time. As to where we are now though..."

His gaze turns toward the mansion. "Well... I can't rightly say. But we're not dead. Not yet." He sighs, disappointment in himself evident. He should've been able to fight back, but he was barely a flickering candle in the face of an ongoing storm.

The aged man shivers, wearing nothing but a simple black linen shirt and white leather trousers, kept up by a black cloth belt. The water chills him to the bone, but he's always been a good swimmer. However... Right now, he seems even more keen on it then before. Almost effortlessly. Is this an untapped power of self he's only just discovered, or something.... more?

He'd most certainly be the first to stagger out onto the shore, his clothing practically ice and frost. He has nothing us- in fact, he just barely notes that his sandals seem to have slipped off at some point. The mans bare feet already grow numb with the cold, but he tries to still his breath and takes stock of the surroundings. Was it winter beforehand? He can't even recall at this point, everything still seems foggy from... all that.

San Loss: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Ouch! I suppose it was a very traumatic event at the time. The Taraveyn seem like an interesting sort by the way, very mysterious.

Indeed, water spirit. I feel like it can easily mesh with his background and the source of his 'spiritual' abilities. What should I roll in sanity damage? As well, would it be a new total or something recoverable? I suspect the former.

Heh, figured that those would've been some reasonable skills for her to have, even if some of them wouldn't be very high in terms of the modifiers involved. ;)

Shiruba has quite a few skills himself, though much more focused. I'm almost surprised to find how I ended up with so many! In particular, he's great at reading people and his surroundings, the former slightly more so. Nature spirits seemed like more his thing then Fey, so we also have that.

Something I find really funny is how everyone has all this gear, yet Shiruba only has he clothes on his back. You people and you're fancy 'weapons' and mysterious 'armors'.

Well, she certainly has a very diverse skill range!

Very interesting... As a monk, I imagine it's more then possible for him to sense the spirits of nature in some way, especially do to his nature as a partial oracle. I imagine it's made him push his classes forward, hoping to teach people all he could before things got worse. That was obviously a bust.

He'd be all the willing to share space with entertainers like Mihai's caravan, though he'd prefer quieter conditions to help people become in tune with their inner selves. With Death's Hand marching, even if he wasn't fully aware, he'd have to make do with less the ideal conditions.

I imagine he'd even have offered to share some stories of his own with people of the caravan, since seeing people in good spirits is something he especially enjoyed. Weather or not he actually got a chance too, well, probably not.

Greetings from Texas~

Never, that way we'll receive more hilarity. Also, more time til the game start means more time for us to get to know one another and colaberate about how we all clearly knew one another before the raid started.

To clarify, did the town know of the attack, catch them off guard, or maybe a bit of both?

Understood mate, I'll place it in Tonah. And Brazil you say? How interesting. Never knew anyone from down south, just plenty of folk from across the ocean.

Regardless, thanks for pointing that out. First time with Monk, as you can likely tell.

Hmm, 5 bab, 3 strength, 1 enhancement, and -2 FOB rounds out to +7 then? Oddly convuluted way of saying " One more attack at highest bab". How does the listed FOB attack bonus come into play?

FOB takes a -2 penalty on attacks, I thought I accounted for that. Did I mess something up somehow?

Oop, here we go! Just noticed, fantastic.

Might as well put this to use!

I was admittedly unsure about if the town knew or not, but the tail end of his background is easily malleable enough to conform with however it actually happened. With as old as Shiruba is, there's plenty of opportunity to have met anyone. Even more so if they're the sort to go around helping people.

He's going to be just so disheartened with how the world's become, seeing a girl as young as Mila taking up the sword. He fully believes that children should be off enjoying their fleeting childhood rather then swinging a sword and praying they wake up the next morning. Be prepared for much dotting and concern!