Sylvia Jahlyn's page

"Oh, my, no. It's bad enough I got drawn into this whole deputy business. No, no," Sylvia hurriedly declines the offer for guard duty. Why did everyone think she was into such stuff? Law enforcement, bounty hunter, now guard? What awful and tragic work all around!

"Anyways, we're off to look into this island of Nicat's. Him, Eostre, and Brodert seem to think there is something there that needs looked into, and Ekan and I both agree that if it's what they think it is, it should be looked into," she explains. "Tell me, Aldern. You live here. What do you know of this Chopper's Isle?"

"Oh! I didn't realize you had a family manor here in town. I thought you were from Magnimar. How long has your family lived in the area?"

Sense Motive for no reason: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Hahaha!

Sylvia smiles at Aldern, shooting a glare at Eostre on her way over, "Lord Foxglove, a pleasure it is to see you... so soon, again. Do you have room enough for more? I hate to impose, and understand if you don't."

"Sounds gruesome... Maybe we should look into it. How far away is this isle, Nicat? Are we going to need a boat?" Sylvia asks the halfling, finishing her tea.

Happy Halloween!

Sorry about not posting. First, Sylvia didn't really have anything to add to the conversation. Seemed like it was aimed primarily at Eostre, and I didn't feel like it'd be worth it to just add some flavor posts for Sylvia. Then I got super sick and could barely get out of bed the last few days. Please forgive me!

"Oh, thank you. It feels like we've been standing out here for days. You wouldn't happen to have anything to drink, would you? Some tea, perhaps? So what are these notes on? If you don't mind me asking, that is. I doubt I could help with anything" Sylvia looks around at the cats and the mess, "...Academic in nature."

Leaning on her glaive, watching the two scholars with some amusement, Sylvia feels the need to comment, "And yesterday. When you came down with the bag of ice clutched to your head at lunchtime? Though I don't know if that's sleeping in if you wake up and then go back to sleep an short time later..." Sylvia teases.

"Brodert Quink? I'm not sure I recognize the name, but I will come, as well," Sylvia chimes in. "I would see as much of the town as possible."

"Magnimar? I supposed that does seem the best choice if she does have family there," Sylvia reflects.

Taking in the thanks, she waves it off, "It was nothing more than anyone else would have done in our position. Regardless, wherever your road takes you, I wish the roses in to ever be in bloom along it and true safety to you and yours. I only wish we could have done more."

"With Father Zantus' guidance, I'm sure whatever your decision was, it has been made with care and direction. He is a wise man and you should heed his advice. I do hope to see you again in services tomorrow? I believe Father Zantus has a lovely sermon coming up that all should attend," Sylvia smiles.

She takes Sara's hand in embrace, "It is truly an honor to meet you, Sara, and I am glad that you have made the journey here. Your sister and her family are in need of all the support they can get in these troubled times."

Sylvia stands up from her breakfast, casting a disapproving glance at Nicat as she moves towards the Barrets, "I'm here. How is Aeren doing? Were you able to see Father Zantus?"

"I certainly hope it should not come to that!" Sylvia blushes wildly.

She turns to Ameiko, pain obvious in her face, "I am so sorry about that. I didn't think he'd react so... I just thought maybe everyone could just sit, cool down a bit, and have a more level headed conversation. Any idea what had him so riled up? Surely he can't always be like that...?"

CMB Grapple: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 I... I think that's good enough?

Sylvia steps forward and grabs the older man, yanking his arm back away from Ameiko, "Listen, mister. I don't know why you're so angry. My friends and I have done no harm to you nor the village here. And I can't see as to what problem you have with your daughter. If you feel wrongly, I suggest we all just sit down and have a nice, calm chat. Yes? Usually we have a much bigger guy for these sorts of discussions, but he's away right now, and it's probably for the best."

"Now... Breathe in, and out. Once you can get yourself under control, I'll let you go and we can discuss this a bit more civilized." She glares at Eostre and Nicat, "I think all of us can act a bit more civilized."

Sylvia stands next to the table the rest of her companions still sit at, at a complete loss of what they're discussing, waiting to see what transpires.

Something about Magnimar... I wonder what this is all about.

"I didn't know you were from Magnimar, Ameiko," Sylvia speaks up, trying to figure out what sort of context the city has in the conversation and maybe figure out what the two were arguing about. "My family lives in Grand Arch. Not far from the Twins' Gate, actually!"

"He seems to be... angry, I guess... with the world for some reason. I would say he has asked for you, but it wasn't so much asking as bellowing," she offers with a sympathetic smile. "Perhaps we should see what he wants? Before he runs your patrons out."

Sylvia's shoulders slump in defeat as her diplomacy roll turns out to be for naught, "I'll go look for her. I think she might be in the back. And I never said I didn't know who she was... I don't know where you got that from..."

She then starts to head towards the back of the inn, looking for Ameiko.

Just our characters, Nicat. Just our characters. Hehe. And Sylvia's not annoyed, just... a combination of frustrated with his method of discretion and what he'll do next.

In a low voice, Sylvia leans into Eostre, "You actually listen to his ramblings? Huh. I tend to tune him out after a while. I don't think I'd be able to maintain my own sanity for long if I didn't... For all I know, the whole glass pane incident was today!"

She then stands up and walks over to the man, "Excuse me, sir. Do you speak Taldane? Are you looking for your daughter? I think I can find her. Please, have a seat. I can go and get her right now."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Wow. I think he likes me! Or at least doesn't hate me! I am a pretty lovable person, though, to be fair. Who can blame him?

I'd prefer five people instead of six, but it doesn't matter to me. We haven't got very far in five months, so adding another person should be pretty easy, I'd think.

"Ameiko's father, you say? Wonder what he's shouting about. And I wonder who he's mad at..." Sylvia wonders aloud, eyes traveling slowly to Nicat.

Sylvia smiles as she eats her lunch, basking in the unusual quiet for once. She's not sure what brought it on, but for some divine reason, there is no further nonsense issued forth about pretzels or peanuts, or whatever salty treat had been mistreated.

She goes over what's happened so far, and wonders what's further in store. Perhaps it was time to move on. All this talk of slaughter did nothing but upset her. Perhaps she should head back to Magnimar... gather her thoughts...

Looking up at Eostre, she had to hide a smile. Trust it to a dwarf to complain about not being a proper dwarf after getting drunk, sleeping off a hangover, insulting an entire ethnicity (although this one her own... odd, that...), and now looking forward to a never before had dinner. All before midday. She giggled a bit to herself before regaining her composure.

She certainly hoped that her adventures in Sandpoint weren't over (the dreams were still much too strong), but she began to mentally check off what she needed to prepare for her trip back to Magnimar.

Sylvia just sighs as, yet again, Nicat just loudly proclaims to the entire tavern what they had just tried to keep under wraps just minutes before, "Discretion, Nicat, is to be used when we do not wish to cause undue panic and unrest."

Wringing her hands to steady them, Sylvia turns to everyone else, "Well, enough of that nasty business. Shall we return and have some lunch. Ekan and I were discussing that on the way here, actually."

My French is rusty, but shouldn't it be "Pas de problèmes, dame et monsieur?"

:P

Same here. Plus I'm picking up a GTA position for course credits, so that'll impact my already low posting rate. Yay!

Before leaving the house, Sylvia tosses her cloak over the unconscious goblin (so it's not immediately noticeable in the streets), again pleading with the family to see Father Zantus before they head off for the jailhouse for more unforeseen Fulko, Ilya, and Nicat shenanigans.

"Maybe when we drop this creature off, we should find Eostre and get some lunch. It's nearly lunchtime now, and I'm famished."

"It might, but if it was of any importance, I doubt we'd have found it hiding in a child's closet. Bind it and we'll take it to the jail. If Shalelu is still in town, she might be able to get some information from it, if any," she says as she closes her eyes. As Ekan binds the goblin, she grasps her holy symbol, a painted carving of a colorful songbird, and a rush of warm energy pulses forth, washing over everyone and healing their wounds.

Channel energy, not deselecting anyone, so Mr. Goblin gets healed, too! Also taking my bit of luck back, so nyah :P. Instead you get +1 sacred bonus to all rolls for one round from the channel! Yay! So useful!

Luck Variant Channel: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 HP's healed for everyone. So many HP's! And a stabilized Mr. Goblin, but hopefully still unconscious.

Turning to the Barret's, Sylvia explains what their plans are, "I am sorry for the mess, but the creature left us little recourse. We will be taking it to the constabulary, now, and away from your family, where it shall do no further harm to you and yours."

She kneels down next to Aeren, "You have been very brave to have gone through this. Now your family will need you more than ever, though." She looks up to Amele, "Please, take your family to Father Zantus, and tell him of what happened here. He has been worried, and I would have him look over Aeren personally, if he could. It would be good for both your family and him."

Sylvia again lays a hand upon Ekan's shoulder, "May Shelyn's luck guide your strikes and lead us to victory over the darkness, Brother."

Bit of Luck domain power - For the next round, any time Ekan rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. So flurry away!

Still on the defensive, Sylvia continues calling upon Shelyn for aid, "Mistress, shield me from the darkness ahead so that we may freely shed the evil and see its beauty in the light!" After she calls upon Shelyn's aid yet again, an invisible shield of force forms before her and hovers in place.

Casting shield as my only action this round.

Sylvia, seeing Ekan in trouble, touches him on the shoulder, "Protect this man from the evil before us, so that he may see it banished from the light!" After her exclamation, a magical barrier forms around Ekan at a distance of about one foot, moving with the monk. She then moves back another step, putting further distance between herself and the goblin.

Cast protection from evil on Ekan (+2 deflection bonus to AC and +2 resistance bonus on saves against evil creatures), and another 5' shift back, so hopefully I'll get an AoO now if he comes for Sylvia. That's my plan, at least!

Ekan, Sylvia: +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saving throws vs Fear effects for 19 rounds
Ekan: +2 deflection bonus to AC and +2 resistance bonus on saves against evil creatures for 20 rounds

Holy cow, goblin from nowhere... I didn't expect an actual goblin, haha.

Surprised, Sylvia steps back, but quickly regains her composure and calls upon the aid of her goddess in the fight, "Guide our hearts in this time of need, Lady Shelyn!"

5' shift away, casting bless

Ekan, Sylvia: +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saving throws vs Fear effects for 20 rounds

Sylvia motions Ekan over to show him the empty closet, giving him a meaningful glance and calls over to Aeren as she pushes the pile of clothes to the side with the tip of her glaive, "And how long have these goblins been infesting in your closet, Aeren? Since the raid, I presume?"

Sylvia casts a quick light orison on the blade of her glaive before turning her full attention back to Aeren, "That is a difficult questions, and one I don't think I can answer. Goblins are... difficult... to understand. Some believe they have all the answers, but they are creatures of the god's creations just like you and I. And just as you and I, if we were brought up in an environment that had no love for us, we, too, would behave cruelly. It is love for our family, countrymen, fellow travelers on the journey of life, that civilizes us. Goblins have never been allowed this love of each other, so they lash out at beauty."

She shakes her head slowly, "I wish I had answers for you, Aeren, but I have none. As we learn to love and let love, we free ourselves from the burdens of such hate. These creatures... these goblins... they have no love, and likely never will, but we cannot hate them, for it is their nature to dwell in the dark places of their own hearts."

She then places a hand on the closet doors handle, firmly grasping the glaive with the light spell cast on it in the other hand, "Now stand outside, with your mother. Call for my friend, Ekan, he should still be about, and I will shed light into the dark places that hide those that hate the beauty Shelyn grants us."

Oh my gods TEH FEELZ! Sylvia does Shelyn proud. :)

Aww, thanks!

"In the closet? May I come in and look, Aeren?"

Sylvia waits for allowance before stepping into the child's room and moving next to the closet door without opening it, "No, he didn't tell of the cat. Can you tell me of the cat?"

"Thank you, Amele," Sylvia says before turning to the child behind the door. "Hello, Aeren. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Before we begin, I would like to take a moment to call upon Shelyn for her guidance in this matter." As he stands there, she summons forth a quick orison to scan the child and the room beyond for any magical aura's. She then calls upon Shelyn for guidance in this serious matter.

"Shelyn, guide us in these troubled times, and let me see the truth behind what haunts this innocent child. Part the darkness before us so that the light of a parent's love can banish the evils set before us."

Finishing, she turns to Aeren and drops to a knee, using the highly decorated glaive she always carries to help support her in this awkward position, "Tell me, Aeren, what troubles you. I have heard from others what they believe to be the truth, but I would hear it from you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Verah!? What happened with the familial alliteration!? Hehe.

...and Ilya, who just might ask for his flowers back at the end of an evening, because he senses there’s a future date coming where he’ll need them.

Haha!

Syliva smiles thanks to Amele, "I thank you for allowing us to speak with Aeren. Have you noticed anything else out of sorts? Before the attack, I mean. Sometimes these things just need a trigger, such as that horrid goblin fiasco, but sometimes there are signs beforehand that something might be wrong."

"That isn't to say that the child doesn't have a cause to be afraid, though. Has he said anything unusual since the attack? I know I'm asking some questions that might seem... well, inane, but the more information I have, the better I can help Aeren," Sylvia says as she lays a comforting hand on Amele's arm.

"May I ask your other child's name? Have they had any complaints similar to Aeren's?"

Sylvia nods at Ekan, "Is the child here? May I speak with him?"

"I know of nothing about giants, only what I see in my dreams, which are shrouded in darkness," she says reassuringly. "I do not have the prescience of our Master Ilya, only what Lady Shelyn may show me while I sleep. And I'm afraid I'm not skilled enough to interpret it to know what she wishes to show me."

"Oh, my! I'm sorry, you startled me... Amele Barret? Father Zantus sought my aid in helping with your son. I'm Syvlia, a priestess of Shelyn, and this is Brother Ekan, a devout of Irori. Might we come in and discuss your son? I would know more about what plagues the child," she says, introducing the pair.

Waiting for the door to be answered still, Sylvia turns to Ekan, "But you are not your mentors. And you never will be your mentors. You will always be you. ...now I sound like one of Irori's faithful as well, heh," she says with a comforting smile.

"I'm not sure how much assistance they'd be if there weren't bounties in it for them or the possibility of adventure. I do appreciate what they do for the town, but remember the conversation we had with Shalelu? They were drooling at the chops then to go hunt goblins all up and down the coast," she sighs at that unpleasant conversation. "Still, I like to think that at the heart of things, their intentions are pure. There's a tide on the horizon, and we'll need all the strength we can to make sure the levy does not collapse under its weight."

Tapping her decorated glaive, she turns back to the door, contemplating, "As for a promotion within the Church, I doubt that. The followers of Desna and Shelyn have great respect for each other as we follow many of the same tenents. He and I share many beliefs, and we both seek to further the cause of the Sandpoint cathedral in spreading the Word. We are simply looking to protect and give succor to those in need, is all."

Looking to the house Ekan points out, Sylvia nods, "Father Zantus said the family had a dog, yes. And you don't have as much faith in yourself as you should. You are a good man, with a good heart."

She shakes her head slowly as she knocks on the door, "I can only imagine what shenanigans Fulko and Nicat would be up to with the poor child, or what confusion Ilya would cast within the household."

Stepping back, she waits for the door to be answered.

After extricating him from the others, who are sure to want to share in their juicy gossip, she's sure, she wraps an arm around Ekan's, leading him down Prickleback Lane, "The Barett's. Perhaps you've heard of them? Father Zantus told me that they supply freshly caught fish by occupation. Amele's son... whom I didn't get the name of... has been traumatized since the goblin raid. Poor thing won't leave his room."

She continues down the road, eyes peeled for a home with a green roof, "I only hope that Ilya can keep those two out of trouble."

Sylvia smiles reassuringly at Zantus as he walks away before turning back to the men behind her. She only raises an eyebrow as Nicat joins the group, excitement over his latest escapades bubbling up and through him, unable to keep his secret any longer than a glimpse at Fulko, "Hmm, yes. It sounds as if your patrols are... beneficial... to the peoples of Sandpoint."

"Ekan, could I borrow you for a moment? I'd like to check in with a local family who is in need of spiritual help."

And missed Fulko...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Without turning, Sylvia hears the voice behind her, "Fulko, I'm sure you remember Father Zantus. How go your patrols? I hope that there's been no troubles, what with accused murderers on the loose..." she adds with a small sigh.

"I should get going, though. I will look in on them, Father, and see what can be done. Do not worry. I will speak with the mother and the boy."

Knowledge (local): 1d20 ⇒ 8 untrained vs max DC 10

To see if Sylvia might know who they are herself or if she knows where they live.

"Of course I'll look in on them. If we do not care for our flock, then we are poor shepherds. It is our divine duty," Sylvia emphasizes, eager to get back to doing what she's been trained to do, which is not killing goblins. "Where can I find their household, and what more can you tell me of the Barett family?"

Sylvia walks over and greets Father Zantus, "Fair enough, Father. The others are likely still plotting the downfall of the local goblin tribes, whatever that might entail, at the Rusty Dragon, so I thought I'd take a walk and get some air."

She looks about at the crowded market, smiling gently, "It is good to see everyone doing so well so recently after that awful attack. How does the day find you? Is there anything I can do to help with ministrations, or anything else? And Father Tobyn's crypt... has that been resanctified? I could help with that, as well, if not."

Holy post explosion!

Sylvia strolls through the market, looking at the different art pieces and giving Shelyn's blessings on those artists who have put their heart into their work to the best of their ability. Pieces large and small she marvels at, for Shelyn's beauty is in them all.

Sylvia shoots daggers at Fulko after that comment before heading off to the market. She thinks on the information that Shalelu gave them on the way, I pray that there does not come a time when we will need such knowledge.