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So, it seems this has been Discontinued. That's such a shame. I really liked this character and the adventure was turning out to be a beautiful story.

"So, since it seems that we'll be traveling together alot, why don't you guys tell me about yourselves?" Sinque asks.

There lived a certain man in Elfland long ago
He was wise and smart, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Elfland chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could cast the spells like a wizard
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Lover of the Elfland queen
There was an owl that really was gone
Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Elfland's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Elvish land and never mind the king
And the Half-Orc he sung with was Sinque
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Caeradan had lots of hidden charms
Though he was an elf they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Lover of the Elfland queen
They put some poison into his wine
Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Elfland's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
Ca-Ca-Caeradan
Elfland's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

Oh, those Elves...

Based off of the song Rasputing by Booney M. Connor... Where are you?

I love my friends and they love me
We’re just as close as we can be
And just because we really care
Whatever we get, we share!

I got it from Agnes
She got it from Jim
We all agree it must have been
Louise who gave it to him

Now she got it from Harry
Who got it from Marie
And ev’rybody knows that Marie
Got it from me

Giles got it from Daphne
She got it from Sloan
Who picked it up in county cork
A-kissin’ the blarney stone

Pierre gave it to Shiela
Who must have brought it there
He got it from Francois and Jacques
Aha, lucky Pierre!

Max got it from Edith
Who gets it ev’ry spring
She got it from her daddy
Who just gives her ev’rything

She then gave it to Daniel
Whose spaniel has it now
Our dentist even got it
And we’re still wondering how

But I got it from Agnes
Or maybe it was Sue
Or Millie or Billie or Gillie or Willie
It doesn’t matter who

It might have been at the pub
Or at the club, or in the loo
And if you will be my friend, then I might ...
(mind you, I said might ...)
Give it to you!

And if you thought this song
was about anything other than cookies
then you can be my friend all day long!

My tribute for Paizo coming back online. :)

We're waiting for Connor. We can't really do much otherwise. I mean, he is the gm.

That's a nice Perception roll. Nicely done.

Sinque looks down at the crouching Cilda and thinks I'd hit that.

Then he thinks I should probably not think that. Who knows if there's a mage nearby who can read minds...

"Here, I'll show you!" Sinque says while heading out the door.

Some time later...

"Here is the location. You... uh... want to see if you can track them?"

"But Blondie, you have me in your company! What's more merry than me?" Sinque's loud laugh can be heard throughout the tavern.

"All kidding aside, is everybody ready to leave? We have an important mission to get to."

"Yes you're 'Merry Women'. If I called you 'Merry Men' you would smack me with your hammer! I pride myself with my knowledge." Sinque says to Cilda, rubbing his knuckle on his shirt.

Now we wait for Georgette.

"Alright, guys, if we see any Goblins or Orcs out there, let me talk to them. I have a little bit of... uh... understanding with them, as you can see." says Sinque as he motions to his face and exposed arms.

"Does anyone want to fetch the rest of our band of merry women?"

"I'm sorry for your loss, sir. We'll handle this buisness and get back to you in a little bit, alright? We're going to wait for the rest of the group to arrive before we do anything. I hope you understand"

"Captain, it is good to see you again! Tell me, what news do you bring?"

"I don't think this is the norm for around here. Anyway, is everybody ready to ask the you know who about the you know what?"

Still trying desperately to conceil the fact that it might have been the rangers.

We're going to go ask the Rangers and the Hospital if they have a Half-Orc who has been recently injured. We'll use the information that they give us to skip along to the next step of the story. Now, answer the question.

"I had a wonderful night's sleep! I feel like I never saw a murder happen before my eyes! How you guys doing?"

"It does seem a little strange. I have an idea, though, tomorrow morning we'll go talk to the..."[b] Sinque stops there, looking at his surroundings. [b]"You know who to see if they have a Half-Orc in the hospital or infirmary."

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty tired. First the battle earlier today, then murder, then more murder, then questioning nobles... I'm gonna call it a day. Shall we continue this in the morning?"

Sinque glances over to his nearby companions, waiting for a reply.

"Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
and harken to me mournful tale about the Orcish Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone,
and lift our voices in another Orcish drinkin' song.

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
me sister has forever closed her angry Orcish eyes.

Grog was killed in Krogenny, Fin she died in Fenns,
Trog in Troggrary died out in Dragon's Den.
Mhegonn jumped into the river Megan back in June,
Yearni fell into the urn and Bwoon is in the tomb.

"Sharpliness is Godliness" me uncle Smith would sing,
he broke his neck-a-slippin' on a bolt he did not sling.
Ol' Grendy, he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup,
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Orcish up!

Dek' Lesky fought with Grendal near the cliffs of Elder's Flee,
he cast out a Shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen.
Crazy Uncle Tirq thought he was a Leprechaun,
but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone.

When Dollaque Killmore broke his neck it was a cryin' shame,
he wasn't really Orchish, but he went to Krigna's Plain.
Caeradan crossed the street and by a horse was hit,
but he was just an Elf-Man, so nobody gave a sh*t. :)

Me drunken uncle Gronsen tried to drive home from the bar,
the road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his cart.
Irony at once befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam,
when he choked upon the very last Arrow in the land.

Durosk lived in Gregger's Town, he used to smuggle arms,
until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms.
And dear old Cleric Florigun who left Gorum's employ,
drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy.

Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin,
Gorrum will take me by the hand to join all of me kin.
Me only wish is when the Bladesman comes for me and you...
He kills the Eagle Knights and General Cormoth, too.

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are cried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again!

Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again!"

In other words... BUMP

I wonder where Connor is.

"Thank you for your time, Sir. We will personally let you know if there are any new pieces of evidence that require your attention."

"Idiot he might have been, but we still need to know a few things. My first question is do you know why he was in this district of the town? Second question, do you know if he had any major enemies? Finally, do you have any enemies that may want to harm your families?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

... Is? Grammar check, its Are.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but would it be alright if we ask you some questions about your brother?"

"Footprints are all we saw. We also saw, appearently, the captain of the guard. We're to find out who did this. What did you guys find?"

"Oh, you know how it goes, Kill noble's brother, kill the guards. Usual thing a Murderer would do."

Once again, I don't want to reveal too much.

"Yes sir. We'll get right on that. Caeradan, Uldu, lets see if those other two have headed back to the tavern, yet."

"A murderer did this. He killed a reletive of Wilnan and then killed these guards. By the time we got here, it was too late. Is there anything we can do?"

I don't want to tell him it might have been a Ranger yet. We'll call it our own little secret.

"Good idea, you first! North Gate!"

Sinque takes note the building that Leofalcon walked out of.

"Sir! There are dead guards at the north gate! I have a companion staying there in their stead. Hurry!"

erm... diplomacy? 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Dead guards to the north, gotta get more!"

Sinque continues his run down town.

Sinque starts heading west as fast as he can while shouting "Guards! Guards!" at the top of his lungs.

"Hurry up, Dan!"

"How on Golarion did this get missed? Caeradan, we gotta tell someone about this. Quick."

I would now like to point out that I find it hilarious that the Wizard and the Bard decided to adventure together. Alone."

"Then North we shall go. We'll ask the guards if they've seen a half-orc recently that is not me. Shouldn't be too hard. I mean how many Half-Orcs, Orcs, or tall Goblins come through this part of town, anyway?"

By the way, Grammar cleric time. Where is location, were is past tense of are. :)

"And for your virtue and my thanks, another drink unto thee!" Sinque says and gives the man the other mug.

Sinque walks back to Caeradan, and says to him "We're looking for a Half-Orc, I think. The man said that he's "too big for a goblin, too small for an orc" and I personally know what that feels like. He also said he went to the north. I don't quite know if he left the city or not, but we should probably check it out."

"And off I go!"

Sinque runs back to the tavern, strait in and right to the bartender.

"I need 2 mugs of beer. Here's 3 copper for the drinks, and a silver for the mugs."

After obtaining the drinks, he hurries back to Caeradan and the drunk.

"Did I miss anything? No? Good."

Sinque quickly gives one of his mugs to the drunk.

"Did a man come through this way in a hurry wearing a dark cloak?"

"I need to run back to the tavern right fast. That man will talk if I give him some beer. You don't have any spells like that, would you?"

Sinque hurry back to Caeradan.

"You wouldn't by any chance have a bottle of water on you?"

Alright, I put points into bluff for a reason.

"If I buy you a drink, will you tell me if someone ran through here?"

Diplomacy powers Go! 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Upon seeing the drunk, Sinque thinks He probably saw something. I'll ask if he went this way.

"Excuse me, sir, do you mind if we ask you some questions? It won't take a moment of your time."

Sorry, I was on vacation in Louisianna. No internet down there. And yes, I am following Caeradan, no I don't have climbing gear. We're in a town, for crying out loud.

Sinque follows closely, lute in hand.

I'm gonna see if I can Perception my self a witness.

Perception to find a person nearby 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

After hearing what the woman had to say, Sinque followed Caeradan outside. "Thats very interesting. How do you think he got up there? By the way, I never got your name. I'm Sinque. And you called your Owl... Donny?"

[ooc]Perception to see if there are any ladders nearby 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Let it be known that as a bard I have Cure Light Wounds on my list of spells. I'm even willing to be the band-aid. *Rimshot*

How is the woman doing? Is she beginning to calm down?

"... Your dagger is sticking out."

"Alright, fine. Whatever you say. Just make sure to get his shirt off. We wounded the run-away. His back should be wounded. Siblings don't always get along, especially nobles. Take Blondie with you. She looks like she can heal you if you get into any trouble. The elf and I will stay here."

Sinque heads back to where Uldumastie took the woman.

"Uldumastie. Stick with them. They need you where they're going more than we need you here. Be safe, and keep them alive."

"Ohohohoh, Wait right there, little missy. I want to see Wilnan, too. Something doesn't bode well with me about him."

Sinque remembers that he continuesly hears that Rangers are killing people. He thinks to himself I might ask if Wilnan Arroway is a Ranger, and if he has a wound on his shoulder. From my eagle and from... Ossy? The Elf's Owl. Sinque then tries to remember what the name of the Elf's owl is.

Glances around himself and realizes that his allies have gone inside the bar. He quickly follows them inside.

"If it is alright with everyone, I think it should be either Uldamastie or me to question her. I hate to say it, but I've dealt with shaken up people before."

Sinque glances at what Uldamastie is looking at and notices the woman's husband.

"Oh, dear. It would seem we have a casualty. Hammer-Girl, lets see if he's fine."

Sinque walks over to the body.

Perception to see if there is a weapon nearby or other evidence. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Heal to see if the man is dead 1d20 ⇒ 20

Now I'm rolling high...

"Uldamastie, How's she doin'?"

Sinque's attention is currently on the eagle, but is concerned with the bleeding woman.

Eagle moves to attack the person again, and strikes with the Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 1d4 ⇒ 4

Sinques eagle charges the assailant.

Bite attack +2 because of charge 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 Bite damage 1d4 ⇒ 2