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This is Eric Swanson throwing my hat into the ring here with Shol'a'saul, my elven witch. I built her for a CC game that died whilst we were exploring Harrowstone, so I did not complete the first book (sad to say, he he). Her primary role would be a healer for the party and also a backup skill monkey, due to her intelligence and her traits.
Sorry to hear that GM Elberion. You can go ahead and mark this game as inactive on the Campaign Info tab. That would send a clear message this game is over I think.
Shol'a'saul nods briefly in agreement. "That is the logical step here. We need as much information as possible." She leans close to Morsai and whispers in his ear: Morsai: "We can catch Brena if we head north of here."
Shol'a'saul is quiet as she overhears the exchange. Once the voices have died down she replies, "Aye, Navarro, she will be all right. She should consider herself blessed she has parents who care for her well-being so." Still, she may prove to be troublesome in the days ahead. Morsai, she seems...infatuated with you. I think you should try talking with her again tomorrow. We do not need more trouble from her. A dragon already provides plenty of THAT!" With that she prepares for sleep, instructing her familiar Ith'eong to watch over the party.
Shol'a'saul gives Morsai a look of disbelief and is about to say something. When she realizes the girl Brena is still here, she holds her tongue (barely) waiting for a chance to talk with the girl alone.
Shol'a'saul adds, "As the healer of my companions I have seen more than my share of death, Brena. Jesset speaks truly, it is not all glory and heroics. I have had to stitch a...good friend's belly while trying to keep his entrails from spilling out of his body from an ogre's spear, while hearing his screams of agony, begging to be put out of his misery..." Her voice trails off, lost in a distant memory. "So if you see Glory in that, then you are better than I!"
Shol'a'Saul shakes her head, "Nothing of major importance. Apparently the townsfolk have been taken advantage of by previous groups they hired and they are understandably cautious of our motives. Their intentions are honorable, I believe."
Shol'a'saul nods in understanding. "Very well. Should you need any assistance from me please let me know." She touches Timmins arm, "We should return to the others. We can finish our conversation here later."
Shol'a'saul pauses for a moment, digesting her words. She was inclined to believe her story, yet there were parts of it which bothered her for some reason... "I care little for money, you may keep my share of the reward money if it would be of help to you. I cannot speak for my companions, unfortunately." She responded quietly, a note of sympathy in her voice. "This does beg the question what did happen to the other parties before us? Do you believe they had any actual interest in searching for the dragon, or were they taking advantage of your hospitality?"
Shol'a'saul speaks up softly, "We do not wish you any harm. We do have some questions for you concerning this...dragon which is plaguing this town. We wished to see you in private so as not to alert any...spies the dragon may be employing." She pauses here waiting for Timmins to ask his questions.
Shol'a'saul pauses for a moment before whispering to Timmins, "I wonder where our host Atheric disappeared to. Perhaps we should have a look around before waking her?"
Shol'a'saul nods in reply. "A good plan. Lead the way, Timmins." She tightens her cloak around her shoulders as she follows the ranger.
"I agree Timmins. Should she know something, she needs to divulge that to us." She slips her cloak on, ready to depart. "Do you know where she might be currently?"
Once the party has settled in for the night, Shol'a'saul speaks up softly. "While I cannot fault our host's hospitality so far, there is something which I cannot place my finger on. These townsfolk...they do not act as they should." She rolls up out of her cot and stands to her feet. "I suggest we have a look around. Perhaps we can learn more of what is truly taking place here."
Shol'a'saul eyes the young girl carefully, weighing how much to divulge of her own 'magic'. After a moment, she nods slowly and utters a magical word. Soon a pale silvery light fills the area. "As you can see, we all have magic to one degree or another." She says softly to the young girl. "Why are you interested so? Do you believe you may desire to learn such magic?"
Shol'a'saul nods in thanks to the women. "Your hospitality is much appreciated. Should you need me to return the favor I do have some healing skills." Later as the rest of the party is finishing up their meal, she says quietly to them. "It seems we have one who has taken an interest in us." She points out the young girl. "I do not believe it something to be concerned about...yet. Perhaps we should approach her."
Shol'a'saul wrinkles her nose at the smell, but does climb aboard without saying a word.
"More to the point, have you actually SEEN these dragons closely? Have they actually stated their intentions to you, or the members of your town council?"
Shol'a'saul thinks for a moment before replying softly, "That cairn was used by a tribe of orcs – The Severed Ear tribe – who dwelled in the hills at the time. They were quite advanced in the arts of civilization, yet also as bloodthirsty and ferocious as their normal kin."
Shol'a'saul gives Timmins a glare. "You do NOT use a tankard for this!" She hands one of the delicate wine glasses to him. "THIS is what you drink wine out of!"
Shol'a'saul turns to the magus, "It is not all about profit, my friend. Sometimes doing good deeds is enough."
Shol'a'saul enters the bar right after Timmins and moves quickly over to the table where her comrades have gathered. "It is good to see you again! Has Rain made an appearance yet?" She asked with a frown on her face. She then motions for a glass of red bloodwine for herself.
Checking in...
Even though it is not Ptolus, I can still give this game a shot.
Due to my R/L commitments and also other PbP games I am in, I cannot participate in running another game, sorry about that.
*blushes furiously....
The more the merrier :) EDIT: I cannot post in the GT for some reason, so here is her Initiative roll:
Shol'a'saul glances behind her with an almost panicked look on her face before she calms herself down. "I...I know not what this means, other than it portends ill. Certainly the Spirit world is close to here!" She steps further into the room and away from the courtyard. "Best we not tarry here."
Shol'a'saul follows along silently behind the others, senses alert for ambush or anything else out of the ordinary.
Looks good to me...Shol is basically useless in combat so her role is to patch you guys together after combat, he he. Morsai might be a good 'bodyguard' for her.
"This is...quite odd... Shol'a'saul mutters to herself as she gazes at the shimmering field. "Be careful Timmins!"
"I find it hard to believe no squatters have taken residence here. Still, it does not hurt to be cautious here." Shol'a'saul whispers under her breath. As Morsai advances into the courtyard, Shol'a'saul hangs back and casts a couple of defensive magicks.
Shol'a'saul shivers, "It is easy to see why the Knights left this place alone. This place is giving me a bad...feeling."
Shol'a'saul nods in reply, "Yes according to the records the Knights sealed the place but never really completely explored it. Instead they went after some fleeing cultist. I suspect there are unanswered questions there the Knights would like answers for."
"A Brothel??" Shol'a'saul sniffs her nose in disgust. "I have had to treat many prostitutes with various diseases before. I am glad it was closed down!" She hoists up her healing bag and stands to her feet. "I am ready to depart now."
Shol'a'saul returns to the healing house where she takes care of those too poor and destitute for clerical healing. She puts out several requests to talk with several minor sages who have studied the history of the Empire and Ptolus in particular. Her efforts seem to have borne fruit...
Shol'a'saul nods, "That is an agreeable plan to me. I will see you all here in the morning."
Shol'a'saul looks at the chest for a long moment, lost in thought. Aurora's words seem to bring her back to the present. "Yes, yes I agree we should return to the Minstrel. As for the chest, I believe moving it is more risky than leaving it where it is. The fewer who know of it, the better." She turns her gaze upon Kellisan, "We shall not tell of this should you not tell of us entering your shop."
Shol'a'saul nods in agreement. "I think it would be worth the time and effort to determine how the chest may be opened. The question remains, what should be done with the chest now? Would it be safe kept stored in this building?"
Shol'a'saul stares at the chest, an uncertain look on her face. "I...I do not know. I am no wizard and this chest would have been enchanted by one...I would suggest we seek council from one, should we find one that is trustworthy. As for the chest itself...we would need a secure place to store it. Plus too moving it would attract attention, the wrong kind I fear."
Shol'a'saul pauses and searches her memory for any reference to either one of those terms. Such an odd term, yet it would fit with the puzzle presented by this chest.
Shol'a'saul shakes her head quickly at Aurora. "NO, I do not think opening the chest here is a wise idea, as who knows what it holds inside." Turning her attention back to Kellisan, she adds "Might we ask who would be interested in purchasing this chest, or more accurately what the chest holds inside it?"
If I may chime in here briefly... I personally have no problem with Morsai staying behind in the tavern, since that woman needed to be watched. I do have a problem with Morsai just not doing anything at all. Even if you let the woman go on her way, I think Morsai needs to do SOMETHING here, even if it is just talking to the other patrons ("What do you know of that woman who just left...is she of good repute? etc.) Going OOC for a moment, this is an adventure and players are meant to work together here, even if they are not in the same place. Morsai, your character looks very interesting and would be fun to RP with, especially with Shol's questionable background. This does require participation from you, however. I am asking you to give this game a shot and realize we are a team here. OK I am done chiming in here...this is Lord T's game and I just felt the need to speak up here.
Shol'a'saul speaks up softly, "I believe we were tricked also. Again the reason is unclear at this point. What do you know of the chest's contents Mister Kellisan?"
Shol'a'saul follows behind the half-elvish lady and keeps quiet, unwilling to draw attention to herself. As Aurora speaks, those who watch Shol'a'saul closely see her hand reach under her cloak briefly then re-emerge, her hand empty. For those who keep watching her, they see a pale white centipede climb down from underneath her dress before silently moving off to the shadows.
Shol'a'saul glances at the others, a look of concern on her face. "If we are to discover the truth here, we must get inside that shop!" She strokes a bulge on her arm absentmindedly as she continues softly, "I am not so concerned about the Watch as much as those ogres. Should we wait until they leave or risk a confrontation now?"
Shol'a'saul whispers back to the intriguing human in the Elvish tongue, Elvish:
"Such foolish games we play with one another. I tire of these games." She follows behind the others, keeping close to Aurora knowing her own combat skills are sorely lacking.
Shol'a'saul hurries along after the other, the rain falling on her face and rolling down her cheeks unnoticed. She looks down at a bulge on her arm muttering softly to herself in the Elvish tongue. As the party arrives at the alleyway, she feels a chill running along her spine. Fearing the start of violence, she hurriedly whispers a spell to herself, calling on a magical forcefield to encase and protect her fragile body.
When she overhears the human Rain, she asks in a soft whisper in the Elvish tongue, Elvish: "Would it not be better to be truthful to her instead?" |