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Sydney raises his holy key high, chanting to Abadar and calling on sacred energies. He casts prayer on his allies.

Sydney looks to each of his companions in turn, and the crowd of growing ferocity. Opening his mouth, and stifling his tremble, he gives some last-minute advice. "I want to remind all of you that I have the power to teleport any of you to a desired place. If there is a flanking position or a sudden attack you would like to make, I can facilitate that. I can also enable flight on one of us, if you would like."

Sydney grips his quarterstaff firmly.

Glancing around nervously, Sydney feels the itch of an oncoming fight. He casts bull's strength on Mijndert.

7 minutes of +4 STR

Dareon will also be using The Bear and The Juggler.

"Nobody, nobody. I know perfectly well that you can handle yourself. and likely better than I can."

"Of course. Don't be scared.", he says with a smile and a pat on the back. "I'm sure we'll be fine. These are good people."

Sydney helps the Chef to his feet.

"I'm more than willing to help you out, of course, but I'm gonna need you to explain more than that. We have no idea how we even got here, let alone how to leave. Where is your master? And where are the other two real folk?"

"Besides," he says, "From the look of these people, and knowing my teacher and myself, we're more than capable of handling danger."

To the injured chef on the ground, "We're...Well, I'm Sydney. We're people from the real world. Would you mind telling me why they beating on you?"

Sydney pulls out his holy symbol and asks the man, "Are you going to be okay, or would more healing energies help you?"

Sydney moves to the side of the injured cook and attempts to discern if the man is injured.

Heal check - what's wrong?: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

If the man is injured, Sydney will cast cure light wounds (subbing shield of faith).

Cure!: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Having three times as much health as the cleric, of course! :D

Oh, then he'll cast it on YOU. Thanks for that :D

"Thanks, um..pal. I hope you don't mind if I sit this one out."

Sydney will kneel to check on the cook-man while bathing himself in healing light.

cast cure light wounds, subbing detect evil
Cure Light Wounds!: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

The slashes melt away under the light of Abadar.

"Are you okay?" he asks the gasping cook.

Seeing the birdmen charge him and Terra, Sydney's voice takes on the tenor of righteous anger. "Fall to your knees before the might of the Master of the First Vault!" he cries, as he casts command on the lead one.

Sydney can barely react to Terra's quick actions, but he approves of them nonetheless.

Sydney faces the birdmen, daring them with his look to challenge them. He readies a command for the first birdman to charge at him. The command would be to fall prone. DC 15 Will negates.

Sydney steps between Terra and the newcomer, puffing up his already-broad chest and jutting out his chin.

"Who are you? he asks, glancing behind him at Terra to make sure there isn't ANOTHER creepy lizard-guy on the other side.

Not that he hasn't got half the health you do or anything.

"Oh, give me a moment to look." Sydney cranes his neck to look over his professor's shoulder and peeks at the cards, storing their images in the shelves of his mind.
"The cards are The Marriage, The Teamster, The Winged Serpent, The Lost, The Rakshasa, The Theatre, The Bear, The Mute Hag, and The Idiot. I'm not sure what they mean, though, I've spent a lot more time studying factual things than superstition."

"Do you not recognize them?" he whispers back. "They're Harrow cards! Varisian fortunetellers all over use them to divine the future."

Sydney whispers back, "You think so? I may call upon one abadar's truthtelling today, but I don't think Mister Whittlesay will want to overtly question this woman. That is an interesting hunch, though."

On the walk over with Terra, Sydney will smile at the girl's decision to come with. "I'm glad you decided to come. Helping folks with a good deed never hurt anyone, and neither did keeping yourself occupied."

Sydney frowns at Mister Whittlesay's prostration. It was very odd of him to act this way, but he was clever. Mister Whittlesay probably had some angle or other. It was only a shame he hadn't entreated The Master for the proper blessings to figure out this mystery.

Sydney, of course, follows Dareon when it's time to leave: his loyalty to the old can cannot be measured.

With a short, quick glance back, Sydney meets Valterra's eyes. He stands still for a moment, however, deep in thought.

And then the moment has passed, and he breaks out into a big smile and walks up to the bar, putting down a few gold pieces. "Order whatever you want, Terra."

Stepping into a stool beside Terra, conflict wracks his mind. There are just too many issues to deal with...missing sister, missing scholar, missing girl...and all at the same time! I don't have three bodies, Master, and neither does Dareon! Not even between the two of us do we have three bodies, and don't you laugh and say it isn't possible. I've seen a few clones in my day.

When Terra grabs his arm, Sydney jumps a little bit, but relaxes once he sees that it was just Terra.

Obviously feeling somewhat absurd at the concept of someone mistrusting Mister Whittlesay, he says "Of course you can. Mister Whittlesay is a great man, you have nothing to fear from him. If you really require it, I can call upon Abadar, Master of the First Vault, to compel him into truthhood before he tells you that he won't hurt you. He'll be offended, but he'll get over it." Sydney laughs a little bit.

Magically compelling my professor. Ah, what a laugh.

"A reasonable request. I hope you won't mind if I stay behind and watch the boy?"

Sydney begins to walk towards the bar.

"Sir, I promised this woman that we would help her with...issues."

As can Sydney :D 7th-level cleric right here. You don't get much more divine than this.

If we need anything it's a more dedicated arcane caster.

Sydney doesn't ask about the scars. Instead, he smiles a big goofy smile at that, saying "Well, that's simple enough! I'm sure they serve food in this tavern here, any tavern worth its salt does. Plus, we can talk to Mister Whittlesay! I'm sure he'll have something smart to say about your problem."

At your apology, he says "Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I didn't have to chase you more, I've been traveling all day already and I'm EXHAUSTED."

He helps Terra to her feet and leads her into The Rusty Dragon.

I didn't want to come in here, but I suppose we all have to endure the boozy atmosphere once in awhile...

Entering, he sees his teacher and friend speaking softly to the distraught youngster from before.

IMMEDIATE SUSPICION.

Not that you could get away from me if I HAD been hired to catch you or anything XD Travel Domain for the win.

Walking up to lay a hand on Terra's shoulder, Sydney tries his best to project compassion. "I don't know why you ran away from home, but any parent that would use mercenaries to force their children to come home isn't a person I would work for. You won't have to worry about that kind of thing with me.

Although I have to say, I'm not certain that you're exactly in need of protection! That was some trick a moment ago."

Gotcha, thought you had cast wall of stone.

"I am looking for a missing person, but you don't look very missing to me. In fact, you're right here, aren't you?

Sydney barely suppresses the smile he feels at his own joke, which sprang unbidden from his lips.
Taking on a much more serious tone and a determined face however, he continues.

"Besides, Mister Whittlesay had lead me to believe that it was a scholar we're looking for, and no offense, but you don't exactly look like a scholar. Please, calm down. I mean you no harm. Just tell me what I can do for you."

Sydney yells over the stone wall, "I don't know what you're afraid of, little lady, but I'm sure that it isn't me! I didn't mean to alarm you, I was just curious about what was eating at you so badly!"

Very anxious, Sydney does a few little hops and paces back and forth, waiting for her answer. Seeing the alarmed expressions of nearby townspeople, he quietly and softly informs them that the situation is well in hand and that he's sure she's just upset.

"If you're in need of protection, I'm sure that I can arrange that for you! My professor is a good man, and if you're truly in trouble we can help you!"

If there's no answer inside of perhaps 30 seconds, Sydney will cast fly, rise over the wall, and begin scanning the crowds for Vallterra.

Noticing a crying youth over Terra's shoulder, Sydney gets a slightly pained expression.

I don't want to lose this young woman here in case she needs help...but there's this young boy here.

He is entering the tavern. I'm sure Mister Whittlesay will notice and help him. My hands are full as is.

"Yes! Mister Whittlesay is my teacher and a great man. He is on leave from his job for a little vacation, and couldn't think of a better thing to do on a vacation than to search for one of his missing acquaintances. Apparently he's a local scholar?"

Sydney seems somewhat alarmed at Terra's sudden change in attitude. "What's wrong, Terra? Was it something I said?"

Sense Motive?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

If Terra runs Sydney will follow, easily keeping up with her (due to a higher speed), and continually asking her what's bothering her so much.

Just as an OOC side-note, you know that the clouded vision curse doesn't mean you can't see, it just means you can't see past a certain threshold, right?

Gently rotating Terra's stance to be facing him dead-on and taking her hand in a firm handshake, Sydney tries to smile. "Truly, it is my fault. The Master is always preaching knowledge and awareness of all, for it is only in that that one can effectively set things in their order."

During his little speech, Sydney's face takes on an inspired look and he looks up towards the heavens, a slight smile on his face. At Terra's question, however, he snaps out of it.

"I am here to assist the honorable Mister Whittlesay in a missing persons investigation of one of his colleagues. Well, and to get out and see the world for a bit. I've been pretty much just in the temple back home for the past few years... Mister Whittlesay said it'd be good for me to get out and about.

And you? What brings you to this charming little town?"

"-Huh? Oh, I'm so sorry!" blubbers Sydney. Dropping a scroll, he bends quickly to pick it up, clumsily sticking it in a bag that looks far too small to contain the whole thing before looking apologetically at Vallterra. "I must have not been paying attention! Now, what were you saying? I've never seen you before, let alone was bothering you yesterday."

Dareon is followed by a barrel-chested youth with sandy blonde hair and an easy, relaxed gait. "Sir, I wish you'd be more serious about this. We ARE on a missing persons investigation."

The boy carries a heavy bag and walks with a staff, despite the fact that he is far from being injured. To picture him using it as support is simply ridiculous. He is clad in traveling vestments over a chain shirt, and wears the golden holy Key of Abadar around his neck.

-holds breath, but can only do so for 17 rounds without doing anything else-

Here's this dude.