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Simon also does a circuit of the building, checking specifically for windows that might lend entrance but are in a blind spot of the surrounding buildings; no need to let people know we're sneaking in, after all...

At the mention of investigating Pact Hall, Simon displays a mirthless grin.
"I am ready," he says. "And - apologies to you, Tarasi - my stealth might be just the thing."

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"Fine," Simon says, rising from his chair. He drags a chair onto the stage, plucking a small harp from his pack. "Do it non-verbal. Keep up."

The dour, white-haired man sits down on the chair he just brought up and puts his fingers to the strings. Soon, a sad, stately melody starts to fill the common room's air...

Simon looks at Tina, measuring her up with his eyes. Then he speaks:

"Do you know Ishuna Chaza*?"

Ichuna Chaza, a tragic ballad dating back to the first formation of Andor. It is a song which speaks of the sorrow of the fall of the old empire of humanity under Aroden and the terror of the unknown ahead, but it also speaks of courage, of people standing strong in the face of adversity and walking on alone. It is not a nationalist song, but it is most definitely a human song.

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"What I need, is not to set my stomach churning," Simon grunts. "Again. I'm no good to anyone rolling on the floor in agony for days at a time."

Once the food arrives, Simon stabs at it and eats it with a kind of resigned dislike.

Have fun. ^^

Simon comes stalking in after Tarasi and sits down at the table with everyone.

"Do you have rice?" he asks. "If not, some white bread and porridge. No sugar, no butter. And another cup of green tea. No sugar, no cream, no lemon."

Tarasi waits for the room to finally settle, then turns to Simon. "Thanks for standing by. Looks like I'm somewhat better now."

"Didn't want you to choke on your tongue. Or something," Simon says, his arms crossed -- and his swords mercifully sheathed. "Better watch the sauce in future. Now. We need to find our co-workers, miss. Did they happen to mention where they were going?"

Is Tarasin sober yet -- or do I need to hold her hair back? ;)

Simon crosses over to Tarasi, sheathes one blade and shakes her shoulder.

"Wake up," he says. "The waitress is bringing something to purge the devil drink from your head. I'd rather not have to pour it down your throat for you."

"Well, if all else fails, I have an antitoxin," Simon says in a pleasant tone of voice. "Do please bring some. I'd surely appreciate it."

"She's sloshed," Simon replies, still holding his swords. "If you have something to sober her up in a hurry, it would be most welcome."

Simon rises silently, takes a few steps away from the door and draws his blades. "Who is it?" he asks in a normal, almost friendly tone of voice.

Juuuust waiting for an opportunity to do something. ^^; Still...

It's nice there's a wiki for all the Golarion background, isn't it. ^^ It can add some fun depth to games.

I think it was Faiths of Balance that specified him as being the patron god of humanity.
Here's the write-up on the Last Azlanti.

It figures. ^^ Humanity finally gets a hearth god in an AD&D-derived game, and he kicks the bucket...

... He was literally the god of humans / humanity. ^^;
And LN.

But Aroden was strictly human-only...

An Elf who worships Aroden? o.o; I sense shenanigans! Of all the time for Simon to be drunk-sitting a Witch... ^^; ... or Witch-sitting a drunk, whichever you prefer. ;)

"Maybe you ought to just quaff an antivenom," Simon says, getting up to allow the cat egress from Tarasi's room.

My home internet is being ... much less than cooperative (again) and I may not be able to come online every day. Please don't think that I've given up on the game! I will try to return as I can... Feel free to DMPC me if such becomes necessary.

Soooo.... How many of us are still here?

If we know where some of those families live, or can find out, Simon just might take a little rooftop stroll before bed and scout them out.

Simon continues guarding Tarasi's privacy and rest -- *cough drunken stupor *cough* ;) -- and is a perfect gentleman about it.

Simon gets Tarasi into a room, settles her on the bed, puts the water jug within her reach and parks a chair in front of the door.

"Yes," he agrees, "you should have stuck to tea. Drink lots of water and then sleep. I'll sit guard. No funny business."

Simon immediately slips an arm across Tarasi's shoulders, bracing her up -- and directs a flat glare at anyone giving her any opportunistic looks.
"Water and tea for the lady," he tells the barkeep. "And a private room for her to recover in."

"Green, then," Simon says, his tone betraying some displeasure. "No cream, no sugar."

"Tea," Simon says. "Jasmine, if you have it. Black if you don't. No cream. No sugar."

Please accept my condolences as well. I wish you strength in this difficult time.

Simon did not say anything as the caravan rumbled into town. He did not say anything when the alarms sounded. He did not say anything while the others started chatting with the guard. He remained seated atop one of the wagons, silently looking around.

Checking for potential trouble and future escape routes, should we need them. Because Ninja! ;) Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

I'm ready to get going. ^^

A midwife's kit? :p Clearly, you are expecting all kinds of shenanigans during a very long tour of duty! ^^ I like it.

Simon grabs a vial of antitoxin, a bottle of holy water and a smokestick, secreting them all upon his person -- without saying a word...

Simon tersely signs the document, his penmanship legible but brusque.

"Yeah. Let's get a move on. And I need a harp. Cover identity."

"I didn't say take it with us, I said register it with the Andorans," Simon replies, his voice sounding almost bored. "Our fates are prisoners of honour in any case."

"Let us then be bound by a letter of commission," Simon says in a flat tone of voice. "To be signed between us, sealed, and registered with your authorities. Make it a secret letter if you must, but we shall have one, in case you are killed during our absence -- or for our survivors, should we all die on the job. If you pay for blood, then blood money is not too much to ask."

"Tanglefoot bags," Simon says at the mention of alchemical aids, "and flash powder. Antitoxins. When you say Chels, you say devils, and those bastards like their poison."

"I will deal with traps," Simon says, his voice soft but confident. "You two" -- his eyes sweep across Tarasi and Nathon -- "focus on healing support. There will be bloodshed, no matter what happens. This Baron will either fight, or if he turns back to Andor, the Chels will fight."

Okay, I have re-done my equipment list. I hope everything's in order this time. ^^;

I have some fun, fun items. It's my first time bringing a perscope -- or flash powder! :p

A white-haired young man in a leather coat... tugs a little at the scarf covering the lower half of his face, and nods. His pale eyes stare into the General's.

"I am prepared to go," he says. No more.

Oh, dear. I needed to double-check that and forgot... I'll nix the shock, that should fix it.

Per my background story, a merc. ^^

Huzzah. ^^

Simon Sigeh wrote:

Hey, DM Azure. Belka / Hoi Polloi from Kingmaker here, wearing my brand-new Simon hat. ^^

Wait. Did you just ninja my ninja?

I have a guy mostly built as well. Shall I post him or come up with something else? Sigh.

I doubt we need to worry about preservation of ninjutsu. ^^ Why not see if we can work together as a team?

Crunch and background completed. I just need to get started on equipment...

Annnd done! I got some rather nice stuff in, especially the blue whinnis. ^^

Hey, DM Azure. Belka / Hoi Polloi from Kingmaker here, wearing my brand-new Simon hat. ^^