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Godfrey stands there for a moment in consideration, hands set on his hips and slightly glazed eyes coming back into focus upon Tchekua as he realizes he's being addressed. In no small part due to Gwynnis nudging him hard in the side to help him realize he needs to pay attention. "Correct me if I am wrong, friends. But she was not exploring the outer planes, she was here serving long and arduous penance for the creation of her tapestry! Denied access to any information of its well-being." He throws both arms high into the air and poses before the bird-fellow. "Truly and verily, it was that very same penance which pulled the information she would need to salvage the tapestry from her mind, so even if she knew she could not act!" He shifted again, slumping low and curling down almost in defeat. "And the moment she knew of the trouble she leaped, I say!" And so did the paladin despite his heavy armor, jumping high and energetically. "To risk her own status among all of you to help us ensure the safety of these people and their homes. There was no hesitation to fulfilling her responsibility!" And Sir Godfrey would break into an interpretive dance demonstrating in great detail the agony of the decision she had to work through and how she prioritized meeting her obligations to those people even over her own well-being. He would narrate himself, of course, since no one else would manage it as they likely had no idea what he was going to do next. He'd end posed, bent at the waist, arms wide, and standing on one leg before bowing before Tchekua. "The Defense Rests!" And he did, he needed some water.
"I am willing to start a brawl to draw the authorities. I will suffer due punishment to bring their attention to the criminal before us. She's willing to threaten the lives of thousands to do something dangerous enough to risk them and refuses to tell us her game." "She will likely be putting more lives at risk with her actions, and thus her silence. Since she shows no signs of being reasonable, approached us from the get-go with hostile games... and tries to make a deal with things that are not her's I will not allow her to simply get her way." And unless someone has a way to stop him, 322 included, Godfrey will step into one of his companion's shadows and appear out of 322's, directly next to her, his own shadow rising up threateningly.
"You have STOLEN the engram!" Sir Godfrey pipes up as he quietly joins the rest of the group. He had gotten distracted talking with several of the locals in a friendly discussion on their respective deities. "Stealing and committing crimes on Axis is quite a bold decision, friend! And I will not assist you in other thieving and villainy within the soceity's home!" He crosses his arms and frowns rather severely.
"Troubled, was she? Then while she is clearly a sneak thief breaking into houses, and breaking law in the land of it, we shall give her a chance to repent... so long as you are relatively unharmed?" Godfrey waits for his response to Auri's additional questions, as they seemed to be quite good ones. He did check the rooms for any signs of the place being tossed. "He worships Irori, they tend to be very relaxed folk."
While others obtain the Engram, Sir Godfrey keeps his blade at the ready to strike the devil. "It is a vile thing, and a lawbreaker, but I do not know that we are within our rights to remove its stain from the realities. We still need to remove it from the library... it might be best to allow it to wake and give it the chance to flee."
"Aha! True villainy is about! Defying the laws of the plane of law! You shall face the just wrath you deserve!" While Auri is attempting to diffuse the situation, Godfrey is taking the lead of Alonso in bad library puns. He skirts are the desks and stomps down the stairs towards the demon. "Time to pay your late fees, fiend!" He lets his glorious nature shine through with intentions to smite the devil low.
"I have no personal love devils and their villainy. If he has violated the law and needs to be reminded of the rules of this realm, then we shall happily inform him of such." Godfrey resists the urge to make the obvious motion of punching his fist into the other hand, and just stands there with hands carefully clasped behind his back as he stares about the room seeking evil.
"As friend Alonso has pointed out, we are authorized to receive their return. And I believe she may have offered to forfeit them as part of her self-imposed punishment! A noble undertaking to make reparations. But your inspiration is grand... but so are the lives that will die without the knowledge locked within!" Godfrey pipes up from where he stands amidst the garden group, eyes taking in the quiet little haven from all the chaos. Odd, an ordered oasis in the middle of chaos in the middle of order.
Speaking of stuffy, Sir Godfrey looks fairly out of place at their current location, polished up like a knight ready for parade. Despite that, and the fact more than one of the smaller patrons of the Hearth-Grown House has to steer themselves in a circle around them, he seems to be fitting in fairly well as he sits there, eyes closed and arms folded, just listening to the music. He has no desire to interrupt anyone, and even opens one eye to give Auriferous a bit of a look when she starts talking mid performance.
"I have never been near this tapestry. The society does not seem to wish me near it... or most of the wall hangings, really." Sir Godfrey adjusts the sword sitting on his shoulder, shifting the way to a better position to absently handle. "I am not certain why, but when I heard of souls in danger and lands at risk of destruction I could not ignore it. So I am here to help defend our more educated members as they figure this out with you." He nods to the assessments of the Aspis. "I am familiar with the snakes. They take profit to an excess that is shameful and with no regard to law, man, or society."
Sir Godfrey stops whistling the melody to a prayer for Sarenrae as the party begins pointing at Ragnar and whispering. He seems slightly confused before the reality of the situation strikes him. "Friends, Ragnar is truly a bit woodsy, but it is rude to gossip about or tease other people! Especially companions!" It strikes him out.
Sir Godfrey looks like he was about to inform Auriferous to get used to sudden transports with Alonso around, but the dwarf beats him to it and his jaw snaps shut. As Alonso is giving his heavily detailed discourse on Axial Monitors Sir Godfrey has already begun to check out, eyes examining the area around them for signs of threat, or just anything more interesting. Like a lovely fire. When Alonso calls for his attention his head snaps back around. "Worry not, friend. We shall smite that which needs smiting, but these look merely like guards! We should greet them in glory, they may know where Hao Jin is!" And Godfrey moves off to do just that, marching near silently down the path towards the monitors. "Excuse me, noble sirs! We are here looking for Hao Jin! The Ruby Phoenix! Could you point us in her direction? We were told she was in the area and wish to discuss grand matters with her!" Or Alonso did, Godfrey likely couldn't follow the discussion.
"Thank you for the assistance, small horse!" Godfrey calls out while waving to their departing guide. He makes no efforts to prepare, as the few things he may do last on a very short while. Once on the other side and Gwynnis gives her warning he sets a hand to his great sword, but doesn't draw it just yet. He was smart enough to know they were still about Axis, and who knew the laws for drawing a weapon? Best be proper about it. "Being watched could mean many things, friends. If we jump too early we may waste resources, we have no idea how far we might need to travel to reach where Hao Jin is. We should keep our eyes open, however!"
Sir Godfrey stands perfectly still for a slightly awkward length of time after the transportation ends save for moving to set his hands on his hips. Once he feels sufficiently oriented he beams, almost literally, over towards the horse... thing. "Greetings and blessings of the Dawnflower upon you Esfir! Me and my grand friends apologize for the disruption. As Auriferous has said, the church of Abadar has agreed to an exchange of services." He taps himself on the chest. "And they have serviced with a way to visit Axis! Thank you for meeting us, new friend. But as my companion mentioned, we are looking for Hao Jin! She is quite famous." Sir Godfrey doesn't really appreciate how large a plane can be.
"AHA FRIENDS! It is good to see you all once again for adventure and the general doing of goodness!" Sir Godfrey comes barging into the vault led by another member of the Clergy to help him catch up. The paladin is practically resplendent in his shining silver armor marked up and down with the symbol the Dawnflower. He stands proudly in the center of the room, perhaps with a touch of pride and completely misses the tension currently flowing through the air. "I was told to report here immediately for a mission of utter importance. Which is no surprise, and now I am here to help you cut through the veil of villainy to obtain our goal." He seems confused about the small city, but the clergyman that led him in whispers something into his ear and he nods in understanding. "As a paladin of Sarenrae I swear to uphold this oath and ensure that we behave in the most righteous of manners. Everyone shall have their moment for mercy!"
It looks like the table I was going to put Godfrey at will not be making. I am checking in to see if this table still has room, as it's the only other high tier 7-11. If there's no space I'm fine with that, I'll give old Godfrey here a little break. It's also worth noting I have run this, so I would be back seating a lot of decisions.
Sir Godfrey was ready to step into the shadows of the cavern to reach the dwarves, but suddenly feels the world ripple around him and he can make a large, magma monster out around the corner standing over a snake corpse. "Fiend! You have slain a true, slithery ally! Dwarves, help me get revenge for this heinous act!" He bares his sword and charges for the Magma elemental, blade pointed towards the softest point he can find as he slips under its guard.
A hammer slams into the back of Godfrey's armor causing him to stumble forward with a clatter, nearly toppling into the fountain. He jams his sword into the ground to stop himself, then straightens with a grunt. "Villainy is afoot! The very masonry has turned against us friends!" He looks around for a target to lash out at until the others point out it's merely a trap. Godfrey inevitably takes Alonso's advise and moves out of the path of any future hammers, rolling his shoulders to try and keep too big a bruise from forming beneath his full plate.
Having been a mute observer with the dwarven guards, as he does not speak dwarven, Godfrey marches absently into the center of the room, his shadow... shadowing him. He'll stop there and set his free hand on his hip as he scans the area. "Well, friends... I couldn't guess what he hopes us to find here. There are no fiendish foes! Only dwarven script I hope one of you can read." After checking the area he'll glance down at the pool of water, clearly pleased with the presentation and how it allows Sarenrae's glory into the room. Then he uses the reflection to pick something out of his teeth.
Sir Godfrey turns slightly green around the gills, but powers on bravely. He continues to stand tall, even as he gets the faint taste of his breakfast in the back of his throat. He holds his mighty weapon on high with both hands, shouting. "By the power of Sarenrae I shall strike you down, fiend! Preferably before I lose my magnificent breakfast!" The blade flashes with a blessed light and he prepares to attack.
"Doing quite righteously, friend Alonso! Please continue showing that door its comeuppance and we shall do the same with this whirling... thing!" A clang resounds as metal strikes metal and the blow slides free of his arm. Godfrey laughs. "Indeed, enter the fray with us, devil machine!" The paladin winds up and swings his sword around, adjusts his grip for a back swing, and then continues the motion to come completely about and try to strike it for a third time in an impressive whirl of force.
Attack Crunch:
Sir Godfrey hoists his blade from his shoulder as the fiend vanishes, but isn't able to react fast enough to strike at the first Clockwork abomination. That won't stop him from dealing with this new one, however.
Godfrey isn't very good at subtle, but at least he can be distract. He marches up next to the spinning wall of gears and simply tries to shove his great sword into a prime spot to jam it.
Sir Godfrey gives the creature the old Paladin eye, which he is confident he can guess the results of, and then frowns severely. "Villain, we shall not hand ourselves over to you vile intentions! I shall not be shackled, but I shall gladly strike down your master if he is as terrible as you!" He hefts his sword from his shoulder to a ready stance for emphasis.
Sir Godfrey considers the ruined room and leans forward through the entryway to peer into the corners or either side before stepping within. "Well, a sad setting with all of these ruined relics and stony forms! But we haven't time to sit here studying. We shall leave it for those following us as we continue to seek out villainous heads to bash! We have seen many creepy statues, now we must find their cause!" And stop them from making weird tentacle head symbols. He starts marching through the room with his shadow at his side, searching absently for anything dangerous.
"Mining is key to working a forge to create weapons. I would favor the mines if we have secured the weaponry. I am not sure what value a Monument would bring, friends, but we could vanguard the approach to it with a greatness!" Sir Godfrey is somewhat impartial, mines seem more useful, but the Monuments appear to be unexplored.
Sir Godfrey follows after Polanco, letting out boisterous cry of the Dawnflower's glory. He steps up to interpose himself between Ragnar and the approaching Mohrg, letting his blade come cleaving down onto the head of the red intestined one before setting his battle stance. "Onward to victory, my friends!"
Sir Godfrey is scanning the outlines of the various rock formations around them, and scrunching up his nose to avoid letting the wretched smell of the room ruin his perfect posture with gagging. And then creatures step around the corner and he immediately goes on high alert. [b]"Aha! Mohrghs or no, these are clearly villains! We shall lay them low!" Sir Godfrey follows right behind Alonso's spell, letter the burst of glitter announce his arrival. He stops the Mohrgh with purple-tinted entrails, letting his momentum carry his spear onward right at the creature's chest. He bellows out a sufficiently heroic sounding cry of challenge on his arrival.
Sir Godfrey near literally bathes in the flames, as they rush across and past his form. His proud posture doesn't even falter, and he's still standing there nonplussed at the entire affair. Finally... finally, he blinks and glances around. "Did you say something, Friend Alonso? I was distracted noticing how ruined this temple is! There's a big mess."
Sir Godfrey peers down the hallway, then takes the lead marching towards the anvil with incredibly light steps for a man so heavily armored. He stops just inside the forge itself and attempts to get a closer look at the fire. [b]"Not that I would complain about a fire so eternal, but I'm confused as to what it could be using as a fuel source. Would wood not last." His sword is still at the ready, one hand perching it over a shoulder so he can access it in an instant.
During the break, while Shane is shouting about taking captives, Sir Godfrey is pulling out a wand of shield and attempting to activate it on himself. With surprisingly great success for the big oaf! There's a flicker of magic as the barrier settles into place. He tosses the wand aside to retrieve later and shifts his position slightly at the same time he resets the grip on his sword. "Thank you for the timely movements, friend! I apologize for not taking full advantage of them!" Then he cracks his neck when his movements increase in speed, taunting the duergar... heroically!
Sir Godfrey, being a man among men and a true gentleman, would never dare to lose his lunch. Particularly not on his indeed quite shiny boots. He's about to inform Alonso of this when he's teleported again. With a new foe before him, the overzealous paladin is distracted once more and gets to work. "Have at thee, villain!" Snickersnack goes his blade as he attempts to help the others bring down the only visible foe while sliding into position to flank it.
Sir Godfrey pulls out his sword without even thinking the moment the windows shatter, and is standing there giving one of the Duergar the righteous eye as they begin to menace the group. He's ready to leap forward into the fray when he hears a friendly whisper only to find himself in easy striking range. "Aha! Fear my great powers, villians! I move so quickly it appears I simply flash to new locations!" It's a poor bluff, Godfrey has no talent for it. But he has talent for hitting things and steps in close to the blue armor Duergar, bringing his blade around in a pair of massive swings. "For the Dawnflower!"
"Friend Alonso, you are certainly not the first person to say I have novel ideas. But I've never been much of a writer." Godfrey's expression doesn't change as Alonso's gives his lecture. Either he's listening intently, or he always as a look of slightly glazed distraction on his face to cover up when he ISN'T listening. He stands up straighter at the mention of flames and darkness. "Of course we need not fear the darkness! Sarenrae's light shall pierce it, and I shall be her lance to do so. If there is evil afoot, no shadowy corner will save it from me!" "I carry no sources of light, but won't shirk others and their use of them." Sir Godfrey then nods to Polanco. "I tend to get lost quickly, so feel free to guide me."
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