Ah well, thanks for running the game Asmodeus. Hope to game with you again sometime.
Don't forget to set the campaign to inactive :)
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Siann spits to the side, "Goblins." then fixes Perrin with her steely gaze, "You'll lead us to where you saw these goblins." her tone suggesting it wasn't really a request.
Siann nods, "A kernel is all we need.", then steps forward, calling out ,"Boy! That's a tall tale. We'd hear it all, if you'd like."
Her voice strains with the effort of trying to sound unthreatening...
Siann crouched by the fire, teasing the embers to keep burning despite the damp, looking over at Grommund, "Despite the anguish your nipples may be experiencing, I'm not for giving up quite yet. We have 2 days in which to gain our prize, let's not give up. " She pokes at the fire for a few moments, "As the diviner said, something here is wrong. " she says, then nods to Grommund and Dorin, "Your folk delve the ground and rock, it does not seem that the Brook is the cause...could something under the mire or perhaps under the Patchwork Hills be the cause?"
Siann takes the noble's hand in hers, but does not release it right away, looking steadily into Darius' eyes. Finally, satisfied with what she sees there, she releases his hand. "A guide would be best, but if not , perhaps a map?" she suggests.
Siann listens to the noble's spiel, nodding at his questions of understanding. Her eyebrows rise at the amount offered, commenting "A rich prize. I'll help you , Ser." she says, taking the offered Dragon's Blood, downing a measure, as if to seal the deal. Suppressing the fit of coughing that threatened break her through her training, she allows Althelwyn her chance to speak before asking, "I'd thought they'd failed due to their own mismanagement of their land. You say that another agency is at work. Very well, a mystery to be solved."
Siann shrugs, "Spoils of war. Some idiot thought looking dashing would save his life in battle. One of the cadre mages did something to him , he fell out of his saddle, dead, not a mark on him." she holds the tunic up to her chest, "All the others were looking for coins and such , but for some reason I saw this old man lying in the grass, as if he'd just laid down for a nap. He was a viscount or a duke or somesuch. Penniless, thought." She slipped the tunic over her head, smoothed her pants and judged herself fit for presentation to Carnan. She leaves all of her weapons in her room at the inn. ----- Siann nibbles at the food, finding it too rich for her taste. Likewise, the Elfish wine and brandy, though delicious, would quickly lead to a deadening of her faculties. She turns her head to Grommund, "There's always someone at the top, Grommund." Siann nods at Dorin's comment on a job, "Our invite might fulfill Tauster's prophecy for us."
Siann watched the auction dispassionately, seeing the orderly dispossession of property as the natural outcome of the Denfast family's inability to manage their own land. At Garyld's announcement, Siann frowned at the ranger, then nodded, still frowning. Her thoughts went back to the Company's formal regimental dinners, far fewer than the debaucherous celebratory feasts, but not uncommon. Starched collars and shiny buckles....such nonsense, she thought, remembering her own pathetic acoutrements at the time. With a snort, she dropped to one knee and rummaged through her pack. At the bottom, folded carefully was a dress tunic of the Amnish Horse Regiment, about 20 years out of date. She'd fancied it, seeing it on a slain horseman, after a battle around 3 years earlier. Why the fool had been wearing his dress uniform, she never could fathom. Pulling the tunic out and giving it a shake, she considered the worn but servicable garment. The former owner had been slight, so she'd be able to wear it without too much alteration. "Will this do, Garyld? " she asks the ranger.
Siann says her goodnights and retires to her room, waking before dawn. The first rays of sunlight find her moving through graceful, powerful forms in a nearby pasture. Finally, a sheen of sweat on her brow, she kneels , face towards the sun , contemplating all that has come before and may come. As some villagers walk past towards their own duties, she rises smoothly and enters the tavern, the first it seems. Ordering a simple breakfast from the sleepy waitress she eats quickly, washes up, grabs her gear and goes to wait for the others at the dock.
Siann listens to Grommund's colorful description of the orcs and his warning, then waits as Athelywin contributes, adding "But vigilance is recommended. They were well led and well equiped. These silvered longswords were intended for the lost lad. They were no mere brigands. Your pastoral peace here may be in danger."
Siann frowns at the notion that thier endeavour to find the girl had been stymied for now, but nods at Kiuper's suggestion to seed out the crow-ranger. "Many eyes in the sky might see what we cannot." she murmurs, tired despite her training, a nice meal and bed had enormous appeal just now.
Sounds good !
Siann frowns as the bear shreds her net, then calms herself, dancing forward, shortsword bared. Any who watches carefully, can see some influence from her observation of Kuiper, her movements a bit more graceful than before. Mechanics:
Sorry, was halfway through a post last night....but kids !!!! Post coming soon!
Sian holds the net loosely in one hand and moves slowly about 10 feet bUT off to the side of the direct line between the brown bear and the were-boy. mechanics: Sian will Ready and attack with her net if the bear charges...
Siann seems satisifed with her efforts, standing over the bundled were-bear as Kuiper tends to it. She shakes her head a bit, having the thought that killing the boy would be a better mercy, then shrugs. She offers a small smile to Dorin's wink. "These nets...they are effective. Kuiper, may I keep this?" she asks, holding one of the nets in her hand. Then as they prepare to leave the grove, she takes a position beside Kuiper, asking him directly, "Kuiper, you show much grace and skill, especially in avoiding the boy-bear. What do you call your training, who was your master?"
Round 1 As they followed Kuiper, Siann moved the net from side to side, getting a feel for it. Confronting the were-boy, she watched Kuiper gracefully avoid the clumsy creature, noting his smoothness of motion and strenght, "This one knows what he's about, I should ask after his training..." Her thought were brought up by Kuipers call for action with the nets. Stepping out of the brush, Siann waited for the right moment, then dashed forward to lay the net out into the air where she thought the were-bear would be in the next instant.... OOC:
Move to within 5 feet. Mechanics:
Arms crossed, Siann watches at Athelwyn examines the shield, before turning to Kuiper, "Where the boy-bear is headed, are there any other dangers to be aware of?" she asks, fully cognizant of her own lack of knowledge of these parts.
Siann sighs after Oleanne's minstrations, reaching down to touch her toes , then straightening and bringing a leg up parallel to her torso. "Thank you." she says, then approaches Kuiper by the unlit fire. "If these orcs are any indication of what's coming to this area...you're going to have quite the problem on your hands." she says, sitting down on a nearby log. "Let's find your were-boy quickly, the authorities should be informed."
Regained use of Martial Adept superiority dice. I was taking a look through the manual and it seems that the only other way to get more superiority dice is to take Figher-Battle Master.
Siann shrugs at Dorin and Grommund's thanks, then wincing at her own serious wound, makes her way around to each fallen orc. She looks at each for a moment, then slides the blade of her shortsword between the ribs into the heart, ensuring they were dead. She then takes a deep breath and joins the others in searching the orcs for valuables... Mechanics:
Levelled up. HP: +7 ( 5 + CON)
Siann lets out a long , slow breath as the Orc Chieftain falls, then her breath hitches as the pain in her side come flooding in. Gritting her teeth, she nods at Fronar, acknowledging his death blow, one that she would have like to have landed. She then remembers her battlefield training, an looks about for any remaining adversaries. Seeing none, she kneels by Dorin, looking the worst of the bunch and begins to wrap and tie off any of his more grievious wounds. Mechanics:
Seeing the orc Chief occupied with the now down Kuiper and the bear-lady, Siann dances between animal and orc, her sword flashing, a foot s sweeping through the air, targetting a kidney... Mechanics:
Blinking furiously, Siann tried to maintain her connection to the consious world. Blocking out the pain from her grievious wound, she remembered a harsh lesson from her Master..."The mind governs the body, pain is but an attempt by the body to preserve itself, the mind of the unenlightened succumbs to the body's weakness, we do not. We master our bodies, pain is but another sensation, to be ignored or used at our whim... <whack> the stout stick hits between Siann's shoulder blades, the pain searing, she tries to master her reaction, but she flinches nonetheless, "You must learn..." her master intoned, <whack> <whack> <whack>..... Siann's memory of the ritual beating at the hands of her Master melded with the heavy beating of her own heart. With tremendous effort, she levers herself up off of the ground, steadied herself, then with a coil of her legs, leaped at the Orc Chief... OOC:
Use half movement to rise from prone position. Mechanics:
Siann's face reamins a study of concentration' despite almost losing her head to the chief's axe. Turning with the momentum of the axe, she spins around the orc's body, her blade seeking a weak point in his armor...but finding none. As the massive orc turns his attention to Dorin, she strikes! Her sword bites deep, but her rigid fingers, seeking the soft tissue in the armpit, glances off of hard leather. mechanics:
Round 7 The world seems to grow very still for Siann at that moment. Another comrade, however annoying, lay bleeding, the author of that wound looming huge before her. Gathering her strength, Siann flew at the Orc War Chief, sword and hand and foot a blur as she sought out the vulnerable chinks in his armor. Mechanics:
Round 6 Siann curses as Kuiper goes down, but refrains from sprinting at the orc chieftain...she want's to give that axe of his as wide a berth as possible, for now. She growls at Fronar as she move up a few feet, "Hit him hard, little man." Then she flicks a dart at the orc warrior... OOC:
Move to H9 Mechanics:
Round 5 Siann looks down with satisfaction at the ruined orc on the ground before her, then her head swivels at the sound of bestial pain and anger from the great bear. She can see it is grieviously injured, but is brought up by Athelyn's cry of pain. Siann turns just in time to see the orc pull it's axe from the wizard's side. She sprints to her companions's aid, leaving the bear to its fate... ooc:
Move to J6 Mechanics:
Round 4 Siann sees the lone orc to the left side and leaps to the attack! Bounding over the fallen tree, her shortsword flashes at the orc's neck and as it reacts to that blow her hip turns and a foot launches violently towards it's head... OOC:
Move to O10 Mechanics:
Siann blinks at the vicousness and speed with which the two orcs dispatched the wolves. Knowing full well that retreat was a tried and true tactic, she flicked a dart at one of the orcs then broke from the bushes to find safety in numbers with her companions. OOC:
Move to L8 , i think :) Mechanics:
Yup, take care of your RL stuff.
Siann swears under her breath, her place of hiding was nowhere near the attackers. Her mercenary captain would not have been impressed. She presses deeper into the brush, angling toward the sound of the wolf's fighting... Mechanics: Move to M14
Siann bolts upright at Kuiper's warning, her mind sharp and alert.
Mechanics:
Siann begins to efficiently assist in making camp, "Grommund and I will take the next." she says, an eyebrow raised in question to the dwarf.
Siann watches the dwarfs, especiall Grommund, grumble and gripe , a smile stealing across her face. Nothing like a surly soldier to lighten her spirits. Holding out her hand, she says "I'll see what I can do with your net."
Siann likewise emerges from the undergrowth, brushing a stick and some leaves from her hair. She stands at Dorin's shoulder, arms crossed, staring at the newcomer, only offering a nod when introduced.
Siann's face splits into a feral smile as she also tries to conceal herself in the underbrush. Crouching there she tries to master her fevered anticipation of the forthcoming meal. Mechanics:
Siann takes in Kuiper, noting his broad shoulders and brawny arms, but looks away with ruddy cheeks when his eyes pass by hers. Cursing herself for a ninny, she listens the Kuipers accound of the countryside, marvelling that a land could be so untouched by conflict for so long. When talk begins of taking down a boar, her mouth floods with saliva as memories surge back.... Spoiler:
of a feast, a victory feast. The mercenaries caroused and sang, mead and bear flowed, roast beast was carved, prime among them a prize boar from the defeated lord's private forest. Standing straight and proper beside her mercenary lord, Siann still bore the standard and would until the lord retired for the night. Long she stood there, holding the standard, fighting sleep, fighting hunger. Eventually the festivities died down and the lord retired to his plundered chambers. Waiting, waiting until she was certain that her duties were finished, Siann finally let the standard lower, carefully gathering it up and finding a clean section of wall for it to hang. Then she approached the feasting table and found copious amounts of food growing cold. She wanted nothing but a morsel of that glorious boar. Moving some platters to the side, she found a sizable portion of the bush pig's sumptuous meat and began to stuff it into her mouth, the grease dripping down her chin. Moaning at the wonderful taste she devoured the portion, then sank down to the floor beneath the table and curled up, oblivious to the sounds of the staff beginning to clean up the remains of the feast.... Blinking her eyes, Siann brought herself back from memory lane, as Kuiper makes his comment to Athelwyn. "Your knowledge of the area will make our task that much easier, Kuiper." she says, a little bit shyly.
Siann nods at the sensible suggestion by the mage, "I agree, we must travel that way, why not make some extra coin." She rubs her hand through her short-cut hair, stopping when she found something. Pulling out a louse, she pinches it into oblivion, tossing it to the floor in distaste, "Any where else but that inn would be a blessing." She rises with the sun, streching and limbering up before beginning a series of exercised that leave her skin glistening with sweat, and a calm , satisfied expression on her face. Bowing farewell to the strange mage, she gives way to Athelwyn, turning and walking back to the wagon to wait for all to gather.
Siann wisely refrains from violently opposing the group's sudden expulsion from the Squire's office. Scowling mightily at the Gnome, she stoops to help pick up the scattered coinage, "An arse-gargler the Squire might be, we have a right arse in our midst." She points a finger at Fronar, "Next time you want to try a trick like that again....don't." She looks at Grommund then silently nods her acceptance of his plan, then strides off towards the tavern.
Siann's lips curl at the Wizard's ostentatious display of magic and she nods at Dorin's comment, "They'd better not be thinking they can cheat us..." she says simply, stomping along towards the inn.
Siann hops down from the chest, dragging it to the end of the wagon with Dorin, nodding as her own suspicions were seconded by the Dwarf. She waits to lift the chest until the would-be Tauster responds.
Siann also maintains her vigil on the chest, watching the others advance on the tower. Her lip curls a bit a the sight of the equally dilapidated tower, commenting to Dorin , "Not much to look at. Do you think it's an opulent mansion inside....like in the stories?"
Yeah, moving can be a pain, but new house makes it all worth it.
Siann curls her lip at the unprofessional manner of the gate guards, walking into the unremarkable town. Her eyes pass over the shabby buildings, having seen the same many time before. Those towns however had been beaten down by constant warfare, this was just a slow , neglectful descent. As it was, she slaps down a few unpleasant memories from those times, finding herself surprised by Grommund's question, "What? Dorin? Inside? Oh, ah, yes , I will stay outside with Dorin." A bit embarrassed, she hops up onto the wagon and sits on the chest.
Siann walks boldly up to the slovenly guards, and states, "We are delivering an important package to Tauster. Either notify him of our presence or make way."
Siann watches the display of Fronar searching for the map with poorly disguised contempt. At least at first. Then as the gnome's antics continue, a small smile twitches the corner of her mouth. At his last question, she shakes her head and reaches out and plucks the inkpen from behind his ear, where he had absent-mindedly tucked it during his search for the map. "Here." she say succintly, holding the inkpen infront of Fronar's face.
Siann looks at Fronar, a look of frank astonishment on her face, "I do believe that is the first sensible thing that you've said. In fact, it could be that our own client may be in danger from these 'mage' stealing bandits."
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