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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

"Well you see, Pooka, it is like this. There are very, very small parts that make up the ice. And I can feel them, just like I can feel the parts that make up say acid or ....

"... so I turned to the sculptor and said, no, we don't use “gnomenclature” to name our children."

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

Oh boy - I blew through 3 spells there.

Kn Nature: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

"Nice work everybody. Glad you saved that acid from the trap Rallas and Kenath brilliant air elemental. Every time I summon them they seem to flit out the window. Probably chasing a Cumulonimbus cloud."

Nugats moves over to inspect the dead kobolds and their treasure.

"This one looks interesting ... Administering to Public Health in Large Cities"

Nugats cast Detect magic to try and discern what the gloves, a scroll and two potions are.

"And more amber glass from the mirror."

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

That should be enough to communicate as speaking is a Free Action

Nugats breathes a sigh of relief as combats abates. Back in the village, Nugats listens intently as Gao Lai Wam pleads with the Pathfinders for aid.

"Fear not, noble innkeeper. We shall ascertain any and all threats poised against your quiet hamlet." Looking at the blank stare, Nugats tries again.

"We help. Where we go?" he smiles at Gao Lai Wam and shoes him to lead the Pathfinders on to victory.

On the way there, "Bet it is in the boarded up houses that they don't want us in. I'd go there if I wanted to hide and be left alone and hatch a nefarious plan to take over the village." the gnome converses with Luna. "Now tell him that, you beautiful pooch." Nugats thumbs in Pooka's direction as he gives the girl a treat and scratch.

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

Before the halfling finishes his sentence, the gnome vaults into the saddle of the best doggo in the world. Scratching the pooch behind the ear he leans forward like he is in a race.

"Luna, you really are the best!

"Come Grisaia, join us and let us see what the Smithy is all about. Maybe they can make me a set of full plate so I can dress as a Hellknight. Wouldn't that be something! I would need to start correcting everyone and getting in their personal business.

[i]'You sir, do you walk right in the law? Confess what crimes you have committed today and I shall only give you five lashes rather than ten.' he mocks in a fake baritone.

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

"Greetings, Gao Lai Wam. If I may." The gnome pulls a rolled parchment from his pack, unfurls it, and begins to read it.

"Nugats, you are a good friend and we love you, but you don't know how to act around important people. Read this before you talk to them.

'Hello, I am Nugats, a gnome of the Pathfinder Society. I am a good person, but I don't know the right things to say. Please excuse me if I am ill-behaved or do something I shouldn't do. I have the best of intentions.'

Boros."

Smiling, he replaces the scroll and he looks up at Gao Lai Wam and Grisaia. "You worship the Ruby-Phoenix. That is amazing. Does he fly here often?

"Oh and we are looking for a flower, a rare purple flower, do you know where we could find one?"

Dip aid: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Kn Local: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

"What a quaint town, I don't see any militaristic fortifications, any signs of diabolism - did I tell you the time when I was in a Corentyn broth - later? Good idea."

Nugats whistles and skips down the road, nodding politely to the inhabitants. "That large building there, seems a town center or an inn of sorts. Shall we start there?" The gnome looks to the others before progressing.

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images
Pooka Bladespinner wrote:

Pooka Bladespinner here, reporting for duty instead of Boros.

Well, sort of. This is just your imagination of who and what Pooka really is. He is actually in shadow absalom right now, finishing up a little retrieval mission for the Blakros family.

Hopefully he will be wrapped up very shortly.

Thank you everyone for being willing to wait just a bit to get started!

So excited. Pooka is top 3 of characters I didn’t create.

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

Thanks so much GM.

I'm updated after the Hao Jin Cataclysm and ready to go.

Texted Boros (my friend). Expect him shortly.


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Hello,

I have been enamored with the eldritch knight since 3.0, but when I made the switch I had to go magus. I am half a module away from EoT and retiring my magus in PFS.

I wanted to start anew and plan on EK maybe Hellknight in there.

Any reasons why I should go EK over Magus?

Thanks,
TBJ

The Exchange

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

Nugats comes out of his stupor. Agitated that he partook in none of the fun, he kicks the undead king before turning to Narayan. "You look terrible. Is there anything that I can do for you?"

Upon seeing the runes, he pulls his lesser silent metamagic rod out of his pack. "The runes probably describe some kind of telepathy or mind control, but just in case it is literal I came ready to fight in silence. If you can read lips look at me because silence will never stop me from talking."

He whistles softly as he follows.

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

BOONS
Once during this adventure before attempting a Will save, one PC can roll twice and choose the better result.

The repair team, grateful for the your aid, provides each of you with a potion of cure serious wounds. They also provides each of you with an additional potion of your choice up to 3rd-level. Between encounters, you may purchase items from the Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook or Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Equipment with a price of 1,500 gp or less.

Once during the adventure, any of you can choose to re-roll a failed skill check made as part of their movement (such as Acrobatics, Climb, or Fly).

Each time the PCs attempt a Knowledge check to identify a creature in the tapestry, one PC can choose to gain a +2 bonus on the check.
Once during the scenario, each PC can roll twice and take the better result instead of gaining a +2 bonus.
Instead of rolling the Knowledge check twice to identify the creature (see above), you can treat their result as they had rolled a 20.
Alternatively, the PC may gain the benefits of the Average result while treating the Knowledge skill as trained.

Once during the adventure, one of you can roll twice with an additional +2 bonus to a Charisma-based skill check made when interacting with a creature in the tapestry.

Once during the adventure, one PC can reroll any one d20 roll (even if you know the original roll was a failure)

The Exchange

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

I played half of them - but none with this character.

Quick posting note - I am unable to post from work so I actually ran Starbucks for lunch and posted there. Might not always be able to do that.


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Male N Undine shaman 5 | HP: 38/38 | AC: 16 (11 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 14 | F: +3, R: +3, W: +10; +2 vs. [electricity] effects or that deal electricity damage | DR 5 Cold | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +5 | Speed 30ft Swim 30ft| Channel Positive: 2/2 | Spells: 1st 5/5 2nd 3/3 3rd 2/2 |Wave Strike: 3/3 | Hydrated Vitality 0/10 | Active conditions: None.

Sweat trickles down Ortun's blue hued face as the dragon finally relents and grants the adventures safe passage.

"Nice work there." he nervously laughs. He turns and head below deck to his quarters to change his now stained britches.

[ooc=I see your #1 and raise you a #2[/ooc]


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Male N Undine shaman 5 | HP: 38/38 | AC: 16 (11 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 14 | F: +3, R: +3, W: +10; +2 vs. [electricity] effects or that deal electricity damage | DR 5 Cold | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +5 | Speed 30ft Swim 30ft| Channel Positive: 2/2 | Spells: 1st 5/5 2nd 3/3 3rd 2/2 |Wave Strike: 3/3 | Hydrated Vitality 0/10 | Active conditions: None.

Ortun looks at Coatl sternly. "Coatl, I realize that common might not come as easy to you as others, but fishman is not a kind way to address me. My's names, Ortun, Or-ta-un. I will allow it this time. But that is all. Drinks are on you." he says without a smile.

Still conversing among his group for the time being, Ortun still tries to draw Setare' Katsu out of her shell. "My ancestry too lies outside this plane, but my heart belongs here. I know the struggles of having two homes."

Drink in hand Otrun walks up to the priest of Cayden. "Well met friend. I am Ortun, and these are my fellow companions. What is your name? " after the formal greeting, Ortun begins to ply the host with questions. "These drinks are amazing. What establishment serves the best? Where do we go for the wildest celebrations? What is on your I have to do this or I haven't really been at the Rum Punch Festival? Should we all get masks?"

The Exchange

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images

Nugats flicks the wand vanishing the pooch from sight. Imagining the invisible halfling riding an invisible dog give Nugats the giggles. Stiffing his laughter, knowing how serious this is, he holds his finger up to his lips to call for quiet.

Another flick of the wand and the gnome vanishes from sight. He drops the wand before he begins to crouch down and he scuttles from one side of the window to the other. Halfway through he realizes that he is invisible and doesn't need to crouch.

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 20 = 44

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Male CN gnome evoker (Admixture) 9 | HP: 29/65 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +7, W: +8 (+2 illusion) | Init: +9 | Perc: +9, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | Spells 1st 7/7 2nd 7/7 3rd 5/5 4th 4/4 5th 3/3 Reroll 1/1 MM Rod 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor, Shield, 6 Images
Pooka Bladespinner wrote:
Pooka will still canvassing the town, will travel with whomever. I do think we should split the party... *gasp!* At least this time.

Seriously - have you learned NOTHING? Oh well, this should be fun regardless.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 20 And there goes my one and only crit for the scenario.


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Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.

Another lazy morning at sea, but this time Munkustrap overhears the heated exchange between Thorion and Rii-Chi . Smiling mischievously, he interposes himself betwixt the two sparring men. Turing to Thorion first, "Well met Thorion. I am not sure if I have formally introduced myself as of yet. Munkustrap as, the young lady here enunciated so eloquently, time and time again. It seems that you are a medic of sorts, wonderful. Should any pirates attempt to board this fine ... um erm ... ship? Do you call it a ship, or a vessel, it is a girl, right?" he turns to query Rii-Chi briefly. "Regardless, should we be boarded I have orders from the captain himself that upon peril of your own bodily well being, you should station yourself directly behind, or in from of me, and above all other matters, keep me safe.

"Now that is out of the way, let us deal with the matter of Rii-Chi's so called affliction. I am sure that you are the graduate of some fine academe, first in your class or some other such accolade, mums proud and all that, but have you studied all the varied races of Golarion? I think not. See I am no lycanthrope, yet I share many similarities with my feline ancestors." with that Munkustrap flourishes his previously sheathed claws. "Come, friend Thorion, let us leave Rii-Chi be. He is quite the adept sailor and I for one feel much safer with him leaping from mast to mast high up in the rigging. Why don't you by me a drink and tell me a story of something ... I don't know, gross and medical in nature?" Munkustrap places his hands upon the man's shoulder and steers him away from Rii-Chi.


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Male NG Human Shoanti Fighter 2/Barbarian 1 | HP: 31/31 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 20 | F: +7, R: +2, W: +0 [+1 vs Fear] | Init: +2 | Perc: +6, SM: +0 (-2 vs nonShoanti) | Speed 40ft |Rage: 6/6 | Active conditions: None.

Accepting his Race-Sister's decline of the finger joint, Honani attaches it to the leather strap containing all his recent victories. He may not be a fancy city-dweler, but he knew how small matters between friend's and their honor had a way of becoming something they were not. Rather than belabor the point, he just accepted her wishes.

As he hears the Sheriff pronounce him a part-time member of the town guard, Honani has a moment of uncertainty. Is this what I came here for, to protect the city-folk from goblins? Should I not be back in the Cinderlands, earning honor for my clan rather than walking in this city with too many people too close together and smelling badly?

He looks to the others, people he feels have become his friends, people that were almost as important to him as his clan mates. He could see the joy on their faces, except for the Varisian woman. Something still seemed a bit off by her demeanor. He would have to figure that out later.

He accepted the sheriff's offer with merely a nod.

In the upcoming days, Honani tried his best to conform to the norms of the Town Guard. After wrestling a man to the ground and placing a dagger to his throat after Honani saw him 'stealing', the Shonati was embarrassed to find out that the man merely had a standing account with the fruit vendor and would always take a fruit on his morning stroll through the market.

He did not shy away from the many amorous attempts to win his attention. Honani would always display his martial prowess by showing the young ladies his war trophies, describing how he either killed or played a vital role in the beasts' destruction. Those that lingered after were asked a series of questions on the best way to field dress a deer, and whether it was best to remove the haunch before bringing it back to the village. The handful that endured that conversation were then asked to exhale robustly into Honani's face. He remembered the long hunting trips with other members of his clan, talking fancifully about their future wives and husbands. Honani needed an attractive lass, one with full breasts and ample hips for child bearing, most agreed, he wanted a woman with long luxurious hair, and again most voiced their approval, but Honani had one last condition, the woman in question needed to have fresh breath, as fresh as a mountain stream in the midst of spring when the flowers bloom. Some men wanted their wives to be an artisan, others intellectuals, and some only cared for looks. But Honani could not abide a woman with breath like the junktoss.

After receiving the letter, Honani inquires with his friends if they too have received a letter, and who Aldern Foxglove is.


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Male NG Human Shoanti Fighter 2/Barbarian 1 | HP: 31/31 | AC: 21 (13 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 20 | F: +7, R: +2, W: +0 [+1 vs Fear] | Init: +2 | Perc: +6, SM: +0 (-2 vs nonShoanti) | Speed 40ft |Rage: 6/6 | Active conditions: None.

As the adrenaline of battle subsides, Honani cuts off a finger joint of the dead goblin and offers it to his Race-Sister. "You struck the killing blow, from your feet no less. This rightfully belongs to you."

Exiting the modest dwelling, he stares at the hopeful look in the eyes of child and mother. Seeing their expressions fade to heart-wrenching sorrow, a pain that he felt in his youth, makes Honani ponder his next words carefully. Oblivious to his Race-Sister's concerns, he looks at the child. "Pain and loss are ever present in the journey through life. We try to avoid it, we pretend that it won't find us, but it always will. You are young to suffer, but you are not the first nor the last that will have to bear this heavy burden. I too lost my father, younger than you. If not for that loss, I would not be the warrior I am. You can choose to let this rule you, to weep and curse, or you can choose to let it fuel your inner fire for greatness.

"Keep the weapon I have given you, learn to use it. When you feel that you have mastered it, come find me, for I will be easy to find as my deeds will long be sung throughout my peoples' fires. I will help you right these wrongs. Until then, take care of your mother. Most mothers need protecting." Returning to the others, he awaits the sherrif's decree.


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Time to hit refresh furiously. Good luck everyone.


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So you are saying the hot tub is a move action away?


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Burgomaster of Northpass

After the Companions tactical meeting, they decide to talk to Burgomaster Draslas to gain any more information about the harpies' eerie. The find the Burgomaster seated at the inn, a line of petitioners waiting patiently for the most part. At the sight of the companions, his eyes go wide.

"Almylut, suspend my afternoon appointments. It seems our foreign friends have need of me." Draslas all to happily skirts his daily duties and motions the Companions to join him in the council chambers. Listening intently to their plan, he nods enthusiastically.

"If only I met you all in my youth, oh the adventures we would have had. A bit late for me, but I will take what I can get. So you want to scout out the Harpy's eerie? Seems sensible. They tend to cluster on the western side of the mountain, opposite from Elyas, but a bit higher up. Rather than make multiple trips up and down the mountain, I recommend that we set up an advanced base camp. We have done this before, quite routine for us. I will commandeer a pair of intelligent rangers to scout ahead and prepare the way for us.

"We shall follow behind, myself, and three other capable rangers. I suggest we take a pack animal to carry all of the gear. It does pose a risk from predators, but this way we will be well provisioned for quite a while in case we run into any difficulties.

"Tents, ropes, firewood, provisions, ... maybe some cold weather gear. Anything else you want we can provide. The advanced team will be ready within the hour, a few hours for me to organize my affairs for the next few days and I will be ready to go." face flush with excitement, Draslas cannot help but grin from ear to ear. "Ah to once again trade in the necklace of authority for the cloak of carefree wandering!" he muses.

Ready when you are


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Burgomaster of Northpass

The Companions double and triple check their equipment, both Doctor Archisa Aparn and Burgomaster Draslas approach. Ending their conversation Doctor Archisa Aparn wishes the companions good luck as he loiters, while they notice that Burgomaster Draslas is dressed quite differently.

Gone is his heavy chain of office, and fine clothes and fur-lined cape. He is now dressed in hip high deerskin boots, sturdy made and well worn in, a dun colored tunic, and tanned breeches. His tunic is tighter around the middle clearly indicating that he has put on a bit of weight since the last time he work this. "Wife must have shrunk it." he lamely blames as he tries to buckle a wide belt about him. "When you are ready we can head out."

As the small group sets out, is a perfect day for a hike on Rivenrake Mountain. The sun is shining brightly as it peaks over the horizon, elongating shadows across the path. The cool, crisp mountain air condenses in small white billows as each individual exhales. Small game skitters across the green vegetation of the alpine meadow.

The conversation is sparse as they take in the sights around them. The muffled footfalls make an odd echoing sound as they bounce from one vertical stone wall to another. The companions see small flocks of birds riding the thermals up the mountain side, searching for prey, along with small packs of deer and goats scamper across the path and bound up steep slopes.

Optional Encounter:
They quickly come a jagged cut in the path before them.

Burgomaster Draslas takes of his pack and turns to the group. "Chasm, there are a few on the path. Usually we just climb down and then back up unless it is a particularly heavy traffic area, then we affix a ladder across. So who is first?"

Feet Deep: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 70
Feet Wide: 1d4 ⇒ 1 10

Chasm wrote:
Chasm: Usually formed by natural geological processes, chasms function like pits in a dungeon setting. Chasms aren’t hidden, so characters won’t fall into them by accident (although bull rushes are another story). A typical chasm is 2d4 × 10 feet deep, at least 20 feet long, and anywhere from 5 feet to 20 feet wide. It takes a DC 15 Climb check to climb out of a chasm. In forbidding mountain terrain, chasms are typically 2d8 × 10 feet deep.

The sun continues to make its journey across the sky as the temperature starts to cool in the later afternoon sun. "Elyas' territory starts just up ahead. We should head back within the hour if you want to get back before sunset. If it is all the same to you, I prefer to wait here for you. Should you get in trouble and need my help, we'll I can run back to Northpass and bring the militia back with me tomorrow. I am going to give you all an hour and a half." He thrusts a tall stick in the pebbly path, and makes a scratch where the stick casts is shadow and another a few degrees counter-clockwise. "Good luck."


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Male LE Tiefling (Daemon-Spawn) Magus (Esoteric) 6/ Investigator (Empiricist) 6 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 14[20] (10[12] Tch, 14[20] Fl) Energy Resistance: Cold, Electricity, Fire 5 | CMB: +6[+7], CMD: 16[20] +2 against BR, O, T| F: +7, R: +6, W: +6 | Init: +2 | Perc: +12, SM: +8 | Speed 30ft | 7/7 Arcane Pool | 5/6 Inspiration | | Extracts: 1st 5/5 2nd 4/4 | Spells:1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: none

At the inn

Zakon involuntarily crosses his legs as Gaarm speaks. "Wait." he exclaims turning to Lady Eleanor. "You still have a ..?" Zakon leaves the thought unspoken as he shakes his head. "You know what, never mind. I am gonna pretend that this conversation never happened."

"So we have to prepare for Karb Sanctuary Arson and the murder of Doctor Brada. There is not much for me to add, so if you all don't mind, I would like to hit the market before the day ends. Anyone care to join me?"

I noticed there are a ton of items unclaimed on the loot sheet - anyone care if I sell some stuff?

GM:
Listening to the man talk, Zakon nods his head. "I totally understand. And may I point out that the populace has you pegged wrong. I am so pleased at how efficient and polite you all have been. Nothing like the 'do nothing imbeciles' I heard bandied about in the street.

"And this." Zakon folds the paper and puts it in his pocket, "I really appreciate. Also, since I have your attention, I have a certain skill set, one that specializes in investigating. If the Lepidstadt law enforcement ever needs additional assistance, I would be more than happy to work out an arrangement. It seems that I find myself short on funds and could use some extra coin. You found find me a hard worker, skilled, and cheap.

"Regardless, I bid you all a good day, sirs." Zakon gives the man a half-bow and a smile before departing.

Walking the market of Lepidstadt, Zakon does his best to ignore the magnanimous stares, the whispered insults of his race, and puts on a brave face. "Good day, madam. What a fine looking lad you have there. Shall grow up to be a sissy if I ever say one." comes his muttered insult quietly enough not to be overheard. Deriving small satisfaction from the petulant display, Zakon finds himself wandering the market, looking for items that catch his eye.

He approaches a stall and begins to inspect a golden broach, turning the item over in his hands, holding it close to his eye to inspect it, before addressing the stall owner, "My, this is fine work. Have you ever tried to sell your wares in Kaptesh? I feel you would do well even in a market like that. Oh, and I heard a ruckus over at the Chymic Works. Heard the owners skipped town. They still owe me some items, any idea where they went?"

Diplomacy w/ Inspiration: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (6) = 15 RP bonus? Freaking dice

This scene is repeated as Zakon moves through the market before ultimately coming to the place he intended to go all along, Elred's Magical Emporium.

Pushing open the wicker door, Zakon enters and is immediately hit by the uniquely spicy smell of an arcane workshop. "Hello, I am Zakon Shkeles. I am told that this is the place to visit when looking for magical items. I have this." and he unlaces his shirt and takes off his amulet. "I need something more powerful. Recently I found myself in an altercation with some undesirables, and I was overpowered. I cannot risk that again. What can you do for me? I have some coin, and this." he takes out the mammoth tusk scrimshaw from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. "Pretty cool, huh!"

Appraise w/ Inspiration: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 8 + (1) = 22

Looking to upgrade my amulet of mighty fists +1 to a +2, and purchase some spiked gauntlets, one of cold-iron, one of silver.


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Earlier
As the companions enter the Cathedral of Abadar. The companions find a page to run and find Julthor. Emerging into the Great Hall, once again they are greeted by the smiling face of Julthor.

"Come. I shall show you the documents you entrusted to us." The companions are ushered into a room with a table and a bench. A few moments later Julthor enters with a steel box. Uttering a few prayers to Abadar, he opens the box to show the companions all the documents.

Arimar:
You pick up the deed and at the bottom is a sprawling signature in a bold hand Norma Jean Mortensen.

"As for our prisoners, all of the House Versade retainers are here. Most will serve some time in a labor camp before being released. As for the Handmaiden, I'd like to let you in on a little secret. While many believe Magnimar has only one jail, we maintain a second jail in the Osprey piling of the Irespan. Very few know about this prison, which primarily holds political prisoners and criminals whom the city and the church would rather have vanish entirely from the public eye. The Handmaiden is there. I can show you if you wish."

Currently
As the House Mindurian guards secure Gwen's weapons, they both stare at the violin. They treat it as reverently as a newborn male child. "I swear as blood flows in my veins, I shall protect your items."

The other guard moves forward and with deft fingers binds Arimar's weapons with ribbon tied with a small metal wire. "Peace be upon you."

Lastly, the guards heft the mighty weapons of Benaiah and place them securely in their magical bag of holding.

Malgrim, post when you can.

Their weapons secure, the gates are unlocked and one of the guards walks the companions down a beautifully maintained path. The path is made up of interlocking bricks, of differing size and color, but fitting together seamlessly. Beautiful hedges line the path, and the companions can see that the grounds are well maintained. Some bushes are adorned with purple flowering clusters about to bloom, while trees, and tall shrubs cool the mid morning sun.

It is a short walk to the main entrance under the portacashere. The guard pushes the door open and a major domo is waiting patiently inside.

As the companions step inside, the guard turns heel and heads back to the main gates, one assumes to resume his guard duty.

The major domo is a middle aged woman, a bit plumper than the average woman. She is very well dressed in an embroidered silken gown with a huge necklace and medallion of the House Mindurian crest.

"Welcome to House Mindurian. Please follow me." After executing a perfect bow, she turns gracefully and leads the companions down a long hallway. Again the stonework is beyond measure underneath their feet while each side of the hallway is lined with intricately woven tapestries and oil paintings of the former matriarchs and patriarchs of House Mindurian.

Pushing open a double door, the major domo leads them into a beautifully decorated sitting room. A plush carpet softens the companions footfalls as a richly carved table is set in the middle of the room. Already seated is a small, elderly woman. She is also richly adorned with chains and jeweled fingers, her hair is pulled back in a server grey bun, while she delicately sips from a porcelain cup.

Seated next to her is a stout dwarf, covered head to toe in a fine grey dust covering his well made, but rumpled clothes. Except for his luxurious, black, oiled beard. In front of him rests a full cup, and an empty plate. The Companions' old friend, Balastar et Mindurian sits sullen at the table.

In the middle of the table stands a four-tier tower. Each tier is lined with small sandwiches, pastries, fruits, and other assorted sweets. Four chairs sit empty with corresponding plates, cups, saucers, and pots.

At the outer edge of the room stand liveried servants who rush forward to pull the four chairs out.

"Come. Sit. Why don't you introduce yourselves and let my servants know what would you like to drink? Chelish black, Jalmeray Hibiscus, or Tian green?" The elderly lady smiles at you.


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Lockwooded!

As Gwen moves into the room, she lets fly with a burst of glittering dust. A creature of similar size as Gwen is coating in the substance, marking her for all to see.

Reflex Save DC 17: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 Of course blew my good rolls on nonexistent attacks.

The now blinded creature can be heard clearly as well as she can be seen. "You will pay for that. You will all pay for that."

Up Next: Malgrim

Combat Table:

Combat: Round 3
Active Conditions: Benaiah: Mutagen, Phantom Blood,Darkvision,Enlarge Person, Bull's Strength, Shield, Longarm, Expeditious Retreat, Heroism, Invisibility. Arimar: Heroism, Divine Bond (Merciful)
Global Conditions: Inspire Courage +2

  • Knaves <=
  • Arimar <=
  • Handmaiden <=
  • Malgrim <=
  • Gwen <=
  • GM Special<=
  • Benaiah <=

Current Conditions: Malgrim -18 hp; Handmaiden-19 NL & Grappled; Ariamr -4 hp; Benaiah - Grappled; GM Special Blinded


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Thanks for the vote of confidence Behaiah. The area you suspect the GM special is in is marked on the map, along with the door way.

Benaiah, grabbing the Handmiden and trying to hide his boner does his best to indicate exactly where the hidden adversary is that has been casting so many spells at them.

The Handmaiden is terrified. She is securely held by a man who is is afraid of, that now is huge and beasital in appearances. and poking out in the breeches.

She tries her best to break free of the grapple knowing she can't.

Assuming that you do not have Improved Grapple?

Handmaiden AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Handmaiden AoO, confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Break Free: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Up Next: Malgrim & Gwen

Combat Table:

Combat: Round 3
Active Conditions: Benaiah: Mutagen, Phantom Blood,Darkvision,Enlarge Person, Bull's Strength, Shield, Longarm, Expeditious Retreat, Heroism, Invisibility. Arimar: Heroism, Divine Bond (Merciful)
Global Conditions: Inspire Courage +2

  • Knaves <=
  • Arimar <=
  • Handmaiden <=
  • Malgrim <=
  • Gwen <=
  • GM Special<=
  • Benaiah <=

Current Conditions: Malgrim -18 hp; Handmaiden-19 NL & Grappled; Ariamr -4 hp; Benaiah - Grappled


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GM Damo the Fourth wrote:
Woah! What a d4 roll! I was Linda hoping for your typical 1 hp mage. They're so cute. Cast one spell and then hide, hide, hide... trembling in their boots and hoping they can finally get enough XP to level up.

Yeah, even with a level up, it is still dicey. see what I did there?


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Male LE Tiefling (Daemon-Spawn) Magus (Esoteric) 6/ Investigator (Empiricist) 6 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 14[20] (10[12] Tch, 14[20] Fl) Energy Resistance: Cold, Electricity, Fire 5 | CMB: +6[+7], CMD: 16[20] +2 against BR, O, T| F: +7, R: +6, W: +6 | Init: +2 | Perc: +12, SM: +8 | Speed 30ft | 7/7 Arcane Pool | 5/6 Inspiration | | Extracts: 1st 5/5 2nd 4/4 | Spells:1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: none

"Oww. Hot. Too hot. But delicious." the tiefling cries out as he skewers another sausage. Chewing loudly with his mouth open, crumbs of fat and spittle fly from his flapping lips.

"Eggs." comes the only intelligible word from the man. A serving lass brings him over a few fried eggs on a wooden platter. Grabbing a sausage, the uses it to pierce the golden yolks. Coated in runny goodness, he pops a another sausage in his overfilled mouth.

The boulder of pork gets lodged in his throat, choking him for breath. Head whipping side to side, he scrambles from his chair looking for assistance. Fiercely point to his throat, he pantomimes his perilous predicament. Finding no one willing to help, he throws himself on the back of a chair, and coughs up the crumbled remains of multiple sausages. Gasping for breath, he gives a derisive glance at the multitude of unwilling bystanders. "Jerks."

Wiping his hands on the greasy linen napkin, he makes his way back up to his room. He opens his spellbook first, pouring over the arcane symbols. Silently mouthing the words, he repeats the words over and over, swirling his fingers in a rhythmic pattern. Opening a pouch, he dumps the contents out. Looking for missing ingredients, he makes a list of items he need to replenish to assist his spellcasting.

His spells preparation complete, he moves to his formale book. Opening the yellowed pages, he rummages in his backpack for the pilfered alchemical items. Mixing powders, liquids, and herbs, he brews his first concoction. The minutes extend as sweat drips down his horned face. His hands, barely shaking, tap out powder, and tip liquids into a bubbling, viscous substance.

With a grin of satisfaction, he places the mutagen in his breast pocket, secure and safe. He quickly flips from one page to the next, filling vial after vial with extracts. Sealing them with a thumb length of cork, he refills his bandolier.

Satisfied that he is ready, Zakon relieves himself in the chamber pot, opens the door, walks down the hallway, and slides the filed aromatic pot under Naxx's bed.

Brushing his hands off in a slapping motion, a satisfied grin on his face, Zakon begins to whistle a Cheliaxian marching song as he heads down the stairs, out the tavern door, and towards the trial of the man he doesn't know.

It is going to be a great day. he thinks to himself.


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Bending down and bushing off the snow that covers his hammer, Eoferwic looks at Talsune. "It is not weakness. Ishbaad was friends with another. Who is me, and is not me. We are brothers, but he is a stranger. I feel a need to protect. But more I cannot say. This is not fear, or cowardice, or weakness. To not act upon something that is not there, 'tis but life." the white crack lines that cover Eoferwic's skin glow pale against the blue of his skin.


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"Ha! Then tell me why you have not spoken to your companion Ishbaad? We talk, us dragon kin. We know of the bond you all shared, especially the one you shared with the child-warrior Aofie and the stone-warrior Ishbaad. You hover over the child-warrior like a wet nurse, but you avoid your warrior-in-spirit-brother. Why? How does this make you brave?" the dragonkin ends in a serpentine smirk.


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Hello everyone, thought I peek over the GM Screen and give everyone a "Hallo".

I know that posts have been sluggish of late, whether that is do to RL commitments or just slow plot, I wanted to do what I can to make this an enjoyable experience.

To break down the adventure, The Fountain of Bethesda, a bit, and to respond to Arimar's request to start to restore the aquifer, it would be best to concentrate on one aspect at a time.

In this adventure there will be a macro plot - the three task to restore the fountain, and numerous micro plots - things that will happen in the course of completing these tasks that are only tangentially related.

eg. Macro Plot acquiring the stone to rebuild the fountain.

eg. Micro Plot what is about to happen in like 3 hours. I have several planned for each of the three aspects of the Macro Plot.

Additionally, The Companions, Khania, and Mistress Lanvi form an information triangle. Both of my major NPCs will have specific, vital information for you to complete the macro & micro plots. Unfortunately I need them to let you know they have this information and then you need to travel there for it. Sadly, I cannot come up with a super clever way to do this other than a Message spell or just a flat old Deus Ex Machina and handwave you there.

So in the very near future you are going to get your first micro plot, then a DEM to an NPC.

Hope everyone is still having fun, I am so excited to start to ramp up the action on this adventure. I have been writing constantly since April and just now I get to unveil all the fun I have in store for you.

Lastly, as always, RL > PbP. I am ill suited to the patience required for PbP at times when, selfishly, I have the time and my own RL does not inhibit a rabid PbP poster. I apologize if my comments were rude and offensive, your RL is greater than my PbP and I have no excuse if my comments were insensitive to your RL situation. Post when you can, have fun, and know I consider you all friends.

See on the flip side.


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Crib Notes
In order to restore the fountain you will need to restore the aquifer, rebuild the fountain structure, and acquire the hoshen.

I am going to handwave the recruiting the laborers and engineers for the fountain and aquifer. You will be introduced to two named NPC, that were hired from the Whale’s Belly: Foreman Daceileum Surly & Senior Carpenter Branarm Om. What I do need to know is how upfront are you all going to be about restoring the fountain. , ie. Ishbaad told everyone and his mother that we were the Black Riders Reborn. What I am looking for is how circumspect you are going to be.

To restore the fountain proper, your jumping off points are.

  • Aquifer - see The School of the Four Winds.
  • Rebuild the Fountain - see Quarriers' Guild
  • Hoshen - see Museum of Ages, Doctor Ernst Landis.
I recommend you start with rebuilding the fountain, then the aquifer, then the hoshen.

Expect each of these quests to last a bit less than a module, and expect to level after each.


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As the Companions return to the temple of Sarenrae, the voices of supplicants can be heard through the open double door. Though the day is overcast, open topped braziers are piled high with twistwood not only giving off immense amounts of light, but also filling the courtyard with a sweet, cloying aroma. The purposeful bustle of the clergy creates an exciting atmosphere. Spying the Companions’ medallions, church members give them a respectful bow, and a few even go as far as engaging them in an awkward embrace complete with double cheek kisses.

It is only moments before Kahina emerges from a side door to greet them.

”Welcome, welcome. It is so wonderful to see you all again. Peace, much has happened since we last saw you. Care for a refreshment to quench your thirst? Sister Farizma has pressed the ripest wrinkle fruit. Ugliest skin but the sweetest taste. Reminds me of the parable…” she continues to enlighten the Companions of the virtue of inner beauty as opposed to outward appearances.

”I see you have a new companion. I am Kahina, priestess of Sarenrae. And you might be?” Gwen add as much or as little as you like.

She leads them to a less elaborate sitting room filled with long tables and rows of bookcases. ”This is a study room we use for reading holy texts. Usually at noon we invite all who care to read and learn about the wonders of Sarenrae. If you had the time, we would love to have you join us. But we have pressing matters to attend to.” She moves over to an open text. The gilded pages are resplendent in color and vibrancy. On the page the Companions can see a beautiful fountain depicted as if the illustrator was flying high above. Scores of infirm lay on straw mats while clergy of Sarenrae move through open-doored pavilions tending to the sick. Some clergy are cradling the sick in their arms, while pouring drink into their open mouths, while others are seen reading passages, while others are changing bandages and washing the sick.

”We took the trouble of pouring through our meager library, though much was lost in the fire of 4616. Here is one of the earliest descriptions of the fountain. You can see that the sick stayed close to the fountain so as not to miss the daily stirrings. Further reading confirmed the randomness of the stirrings.”

She moves over to another book. ”This one.” she pushes the book towards Malgrim, ”Shows the inclusion of … other races. See, here is a drow and that appears to be a tengu if I am not mistaken. The church has always tried to be accepting of all who wish to know the truth, but we all have our failings. Apparently this caused a minor conflict where … um … not really minor. So try as we did, some factions saw this as an attempt of the church to mount a rebellion against Chelaxian interests here in Magnimar. The Hellknights slaughtered all … um .. they deemed undesirable. “ coughing to clear her throat she moves to another text.

”We searched for any information on how the fountain was constructed, its water source, things like that. A few brothers and sisters even went to Heidmarch Manor and some to the Founder's Archives, home of the famed Forbidden Collection. We didn’t learn much, and tried to keep our research circumspect by browsing a variety of tomes. We worked on spreading a rumor that we were considering expanding the east shacks to make our temple safer, but investigating if there were any holy ruins that would prohibit us from building there. Not sure if it is working or not.” she looks sheepishly at them. ”We aren’t the best at this.

”What we did find” she unrolls large parchments with technical drawings, ”Was that an underground aquifer fed the fountain. It seems to have either dried up or changed course. Regardless, the fountain remains dry.

“Also and inspection of the fountain revealed that it is in a sad state of disrepair. A whole wall is crumbling, and numerous blocks are either ruined or missing altogether.” she ends with an audible sigh.

”It seems much has been lost to history. I am not sure if you know this, but Sarenrae never possessed much influence here. Some attempts were made to build temples here, many failed. What we did notice is that in this one.” she pulls another open text over. On the beautifully illustrated pages, a priest stands in front of the fountain, noonday sun beating behind him, wearing a priestly breastplate. ”The priest is wearing a ceremonial breastplate, or hoshen. See how it has twelve colored squares, each representing an hour from noon to midnight, and back again. Few churches can afford one, much less one that appears to be made of gemstones rather than painted ceramic plates. I can only guess it has some significance to the fountain.

“So where to begin. We are unsure why the fountain did what it did. It could be the water caused the angel to stir it, or if the masonry held some divine power, or possibly some long forgotten cleric of Sarenrae possessed some magical device that enabled her angles to dwell in the fountain.

”A more practical start might be to talk with the fine folks at the Quarriers' Guild, fine bit of engineers there. They might have some ideas on the how to rebuild the fountain. Maybe the The School of the Four Winds, a monastic academy dedicated to the natural world might offer a more holistic insight into the aquifer. Either way, you are going to need a fair bit of manual labor. You should think about hiring laborers from the Whale’s Belly down in Beacon’s Point See discussion for this.. Finally, if you wanted to try and track down the hosen you might want to try the Museum of Ages. Doctor Ernst Landis curates the museum. Not sure how hard he would be to get a hold of, but the man buys from all over Golarion. Perhaps he has seen or heard of it.

“Again, this is all speculation at this point. But I pray that I have given you all enough information to start. Do you have questions? Not sure I can answer them, but I can try.”


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Gwen & Aiah:
"That is the best thing I have heard all day. I can certainly do that. It would make you happy right? If I did that? No problem. What does he look like?" The guard listens to the halfling give a brief description of the good captain before turning and head into the next room.

One guard puts up a hand. "What are you doing, Burt? Supposed to stay here and guard the door. Dalton's orders."

"Dalton can go suck an egg. Lady needs her friend. He's got some health problems. Not going to be responsible for any nobleman dying on my watch. Got kids to feed. You want to explain to some stuck up noble that you sat here with your thumb up your ass, feel free. Just stay here and I will be right back" comes Burts passionate speech.

GM rolls: 2d20 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6


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Gwen:
Cool. You still have somatic components, but people act weird in the Smoking Room as most of them are on some sort of mind bending drug, so no worries about that.

"Hey Burt. Check out this weird slip whacked out of her mind. Is she trying to swat a fly or something."

"Shut it. If Dalton hears you insult a guest he'll string you up by your balls."

"What Dalton doesn't know, won't hurt him, so keep your trap shut."

With that, the halfling Gwen finished casting her spell on the cantankerous Burt.

Will Save, DC 16: 1d20 ⇒ 11 and he is now charmed.

"Woah. She does look pretty amazing though. I am going to go talk to her."

"Idiot" the other guards intone at the same time.


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Priestess of Sarenrae

At the Temple

With a stunned look on her face, the cleric embraces Arimar in an enveloping hug. Lingering a few seconds too long, she finally pushes him back. With tears streaming down her face, she begins, "By the Dawnflower, what a fabulous transformation." She picks up Arimar's forearm, and places her other hand over the tattoo of Urgathoa. "This is nothing. This is not you, not any more. Our heart still grieves that we could not save Keoki, as for all we cannot save.

"But look what has come of it. Sweet Sarenrae guide this man as he runs to your open arms. Show him the path of the righteous, pick him up when we falls, and use him for your mighty works.

"Arimar, I could not be happier for you. And know that all here will help you in any way. But we don't want to overwhelm you at first. Know we are here for you.

"What a glorious day!" she beams at the man.


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Priestess of Sarenrae

At the temple

"Peace. Arimar, how good it is to see you again? Care for some marinated dates? Brother Rafiman has this scented oil that he gets from ... honestly he won't tell us. But at first, the dates taste oh so sweet and the longer you let the flavor linger you can feel a faint heat build up at the back of your throat. Amazing really." she pushes the bowl towards him. "What can we do for you today. Oh my, what is the matter?!" she exclaims as the assimar teeters on his feet. Reaching out a steadying hand. "Are you ok?"


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What he said


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13 Rova, 4716.

Dear Diary, he begins as he opens the sequin rainbow unicorn journal. Touching quill to the tip of his tongue, he dips it into the inkwell and begins to scratch across the page.

It has been so nice the last few days while my characters are introduced to Chris' third character. I have to admit that I am glad he didn't pick the weird Abe Lincoln looking guy, but I confess I will miss Keoki.

During my down time of checking the thread constantly to see no new posts, I decided to do a little house cleaning. I started with the Campaign tab to remove all the old Chris avatars per his request then I got rid of all Damien's countless avatars. The man has no fear. I made some characters NPCs, never done that before.

I deleted all the characters from the Audacious, sad to see them go but no more boats.

I added some new friends to the list of major NPCs, and I expect that list to grow. I even hyperlinked them to their character's first appearance showing off my BBC coding skillz.

I decided to see a personal trainer and he has me on a new meal plan so while Steve posted that he would post but he didn't I went to the grocery store for ground turkey barf and some good veggies. I came home and cooked some sweet potatoes, boiled some whole grain pasta, and browned some turkey.

checks thread - no Steve post Now I am going to work on creating the encounter where they have to get into a new NPC's party. Found a cool map in my files that I like. Now to flesh it out with some cool NPCs. And I found a cool map where they find the <redacted> if they pick the Fountain path.

Well time is short, and I have behind the scenes work to do. Until tomorrow.

Yours truly,
The GM


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Male LE Tiefling (Daemon-Spawn) Magus (Esoteric) 6/ Investigator (Empiricist) 6 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 14[20] (10[12] Tch, 14[20] Fl) Energy Resistance: Cold, Electricity, Fire 5 | CMB: +6[+7], CMD: 16[20] +2 against BR, O, T| F: +7, R: +6, W: +6 | Init: +2 | Perc: +12, SM: +8 | Speed 30ft | 7/7 Arcane Pool | 5/6 Inspiration | | Extracts: 1st 5/5 2nd 4/4 | Spells:1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: none

::crunch:: ::crunch:: "Who me? Just hanging out eating popcorn until you all are ready for me. Mmmmm, salty butter."


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Malgrim Stoneseer wrote:
" What reason can you give for us to re-enter your employ?"

"Simply put, you are skilled and my business is faltering. Why wouldn't I offer you employment? You are also known to me. I have seen you slaughter beasts of the sea, and deal with transgressions against one of your own. You have acted admirably and efficiently. I would be a fool not to try and keep you.

"And not to be rude, but you are current;y unemployed are you not? How long before these two drink and whore their way back to poverty?" Mistress Lanvi looks to Benaiah and Arimar. "Oh, and I mean that as fact, not an insult."


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Feel free to add in whatever I have glossed over, but to fast forward a bit and bring Malgim back into the fold (I missed you)

The next morning the sun is unusually bright and warm. The Companions reunite for a quick breaking of their fast from the revelry the night before. Arimar chews blandly, while Benaiah continues to clear his plate and pick from Arimar's. Keoki and Malgrim pick and chose their food carefully, avoiding the large man's reach.

Heading into Magnimar's busy streets, they make their way to the bustling markets to spend their newly earned gold.

Maybe it was a haze from the night before, or still acclimating to dry land after being at sea for so long, possibly it was daydreaming of their future, but for some unfathomable reason, the normal shoulder to shoulder press of people in the city relented enough to give them a clearing 10-feet across,. It has gone unnoticed by all the inhabitants of Magnimar. The Companions pick their heads up, and shake off their malaise to see a nondescript man standing in front of them.

Of average height and build, dressed in a dun colored tunic and breeches, he sports a beige wide-brimmed hat with a buff colored scarf hanging loosely from his neck. His eyes are hidden behind darkened spectacles, but they can all tell he is looking directly at them.

He holds up one chestnut glove as a sign of greeting.

"Hello. Worry not, I am here to celebrate your good fortune with you. I have heard, and I apologize if it is too soon, that you are without an employer. Is that correct?"

The foot traffic continues to break around the group like waves upon the rocks, often creating circular migratory patterns around the bubble. None of the inhabitants even glance in their general direction as they perform their mundane tasks.

"Who am I you must be wondering? I am called the 'Mouth'. I had a name once, but that was a long time ago. I can remember it like a first memory. You know the one you have of your mother singing to you, or in the fields with your dad. Hazy. More emotion than detail. But Mouth works for me, and has for a long time. Names aren't really that important, at least not to me.

"So I represent an interested party, let us call him the 'Collector'. Not sure if he is a 'he' or a 'man' for that matter. He is rich, and powerful, and special, and all that entails, I assume. Never met. Probably never will. Like I said it doesn't matter to me. There is something that everyone of us desires, wants more than anything, and as I perform duties for him, he makes my dreams come true. And it makes me very happy.

"He has many friends. Many interesting and powerful friends. And some very dull and boring friends. Many perform small services for him, whether they know it or not. I believe that you are all familiar with a Mistress Lanvi? Who can forget the harlots of Callistria .. erm .. priestesses. Good times, am I right? Well, back to business, it seems that the services you performed for her made quite the impression, and well, the Collector is an admirer. So let us strike a bargain.

"What is it that you desire? Money?" A billowy mass of water and smoke forms above the Mouth's head. Inside the dense fog the group can see a beheaded white dragon, blood still dripping from its neck where its head was severed, strewn atop a dragon's horde of precious stones and coins.

"Perhaps you desires are more carnal in nature? Hmm" The image within the cloud blurs and fades, replaced by scantily clad dancers, of both sexes, lounging on a pillowed cairn.

"Maybe, and just maybe it is power you crave." The image this time quickly flicks out, and a new image rapidly appears. They can seem themselves seated in thrones of power, servants and supplicants surround them, performing duties as well as pleading their cases.

Arimar:
Time stops, people stop, your friends have stopped. Only you and the Mouth are moving. "Yes, it is just us. I know how you feel about them. But really, let us talk about you.

"The Collector has watched you, silently, from afar. I know not why, but I am told, you are destined for great things.

"Why were you allowed to suffer at the hands of the priests of Pharasma? I know not. But it was part of a plan. Does this upset you to know that someone was watching, not doing anything?

So what is it that the Collector can do for you? Is it revenge for their transgressions? Do you wish to break the hold your evil goddess has over you? What is it that Arimar wants?"

Benaiah:
Time stops, people stop, your friends have stopped. Only you and the Mouth are moving. "Yes, it is just us. I know how you feel about them. But really, let us talk about you.

"The Collector has watched you, silently, from afar. I know not why, but I am told, you are destined for great things.

"Why were you allowed to suffer at the hands of your father? I know not. But it was part of a plan. Does this upset you to know that someone was watching, not doing anything?

So what is it that the Collector can do for you? Is it revenge for his transgressions? Do you wish to return to your birthright, to be a hellknight? What is it that Benaiah wants?"

Malgrim:
Time stops, people stop, your friends have stopped. Only you and the Mouth are moving. "Yes, it is just us. I know how you feel about them. But really, let us talk about you.

"The Collector has watched you, silently, from afar. I know not why, but I am told, you are destined for great things.

"Why were you allowed to suffer at the hands of Blood Hand Empire? I know not. But it was part of a plan. Does this upset you to know that someone was watching, not doing anything?

So what is it that the Collector can do for you? Is it revenge for the cave in, when they left you for dead? Do you wish to return to your tribe and leave the racial prejudices of the world behind? What is it that Malgrim wants?"

Keoki:
Time stops, people stop, your friends have stopped. Only you and the Mouth are moving. "Yes, it is just us. I know how you feel about them. But really, let us talk about you.

"The Collector has watched you, silently, from afar. I know not why, but I am told, you are destined for great things.

"Why were you allowed to suffer at the hands of your father? I know not. But it was part of a plan. Does this upset you to know that someone was watching, not doing anything?

So what is it that the Collector can do for you? Is it more souls for your fifty-father’s throne? Do you wish to return to your home and rule? What is it that Keoki wants?"

Time reverts back to normal.

The Mouth continues. "Whatever it is, it can be arranged. Within reason that is. So I have an offer for you. My master, the Collector, wishes you to perform him a service, for which you shall be justly compensated.

I shall answer any and all questions you may have. To shed some light" he giggles,"A brief introduction.

"My master is looking for a tome, Grimorium Verum, one that has been lost in this world, but he was able to track it down to another world. The Plane of Shadows. We were able to procure a native of that plane, and he has been most helpful once we asked the questions correctly." He pauses to chuckle.

"Should you be interested, I have a dossier prepared with all the information he was willing to share. And should you be interested, you can meet our friend from the Plane of Shadows.

"Provided that is, if we can agree upon terms. I know this must come as a bit of a shock, and you have had quite the day. Ask you questions and then let us reconvene tomorrow. Have the night to yourselves. You may also peruse the dossier if you wish. When I check in tomorrow, please be prepared with an answer, if you are interested or not, and we shall discuss compensation."


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

The Death of Jorvik - End

Silence fills the chamber, the cloying stench of deaths hangs still in the air. The small child kneels in the river of life blood, potions, and tears. Through swollen eyes, she looks for signs of life. Moments before, they though that they saw his chest move. Now they wait with baited breath for any signs of life.

Without warning, Jorvik farts. As body system after body system ceases to function, built up gas is slowly released into a comically long flatulence. The sound rises and falls, emitting a foul odor.

But the corpse simple lays there, shrouded in giant blood. Instead of running off the body, or sinking into the clothes, it just envelops the corpse in a thin blanket of death. Starting where Jorvik's heart is, the blood shroud begins to move. A small, circular opening in the blood shroud forms, Other small circles appear as it seems the demon god's blood is slowly absorbed into the corpse.

As the blood seeps in, the corpse's skin changes color to a dusky blue hue punctuated by white spider web cracks. As the right arm is encapsulated, it begins to throb with a rhythmic movement, each beat the arms grows larger, then smaller, then larger again. This is repeated with the other arm, and both legs. Neither appendage is morphing at quite the same time so the corpse jerks on the cavern floor as if demon possessed.

Aoife is pulled back as they watch the scene unfold. The corpse begins to jerk and flop around the cavern floor, still enlarging and shrinking. The entire skin is now a pale blue while the white streaks shifts around the skin. The corpse's mouth opens as far as physically possible to emit a silent scream.

Then it all stops. The corpse once again lays motionless on the cavern floor. Skin turned blue, white colored cracks still moving about the skin, the corpse goes stiff and rigid. Then the chest rises, falls, and exhales a breath. And another. And another.

Turning its head, it's eyes open now and bulging in their sockets, terror framed in its face, one word can be heard escaping its lips.

"Eoferwic."


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

Thank you everyone for the kind words and sorry for thread blasting. I 'died' about a half an hour before I left on vacation and it has been quite surreal. Walking with my family and a Jorvik death post ruminating in the back of my mind.

Finding time to post between fun family outings.

I am saddened by all that is happening, my 'death', the game ending, and I just haven't been able to fully come to grips with it and mourn with all of you properly.

I don't want to miss this, but that is part of growing up and life in general. Weird how that works.

Tomorrow is a travel day for me. I have one more part to go in Jorvik's death. GM told me a post a day, but I don't know if physically or emotionally I can finish it tomorrow.

Regardless it will get done.

I can't wait to see most of you at GenCon and Jyri I am not losing hope that we shall game together in the very near future. I have ideas.


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

The death of Jorvik part 5

Darkness

Stillness

Quietness

Floating through the ether was a shapeless, formless mass. It possessed no defining characteristics. Just a floating blotch.

A loud voice was heard, "YOU ARE WHERE YOU SHOULD NOT BE! IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO RETURN TO THE LAND OF THE DEAD. YOU RACE IS RUN. WELL DONE GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT. NOW IS THE TIME OF REST. TO CLAIM YOUR REWARDS." This voice carried weight where there was no weight.

Another loud voice boomed for nowhere and everywhere. "NO. I AM NOT FINISHED WITH HIM YET. THERE IS JUST A LITTLE MORE I NEED FROM THIS ONE.". This voice carried cold where there was no cold.

A third voice joined the conversation. " NEITHER OF YOU HAVE A CLAIM ON THIS ONE LIKE I DO. FOR NOW, IT IS MINE. AND I HAVE NOT DECIDED WHAT YET TO DO. CONVINCE ME YOUR CAUSE IS JUST.". This voice carried the feeling of loamy soil where there was no earth.

"YOU ERE. THIS ONE IS MINE BY ITS OWN FREE ADMISSION. YOU HAVE NO SAY HERE." came the cold voice.

"YOU ERE. BY RIGHTS THIS ONE BELONGS WITH ME." came the weighty voice at the same time.

"YOU BOTH ARE WRONG. THIS ONE OFFERED UP SUPPLICATIONS AND PRAYERS TO ME." came the cold voice.

Silence once again

"No. It is mine. It is me." came a fourth voice. The voice carried cold and electricity where there was none.

"HOW DARE YOU LET HIM SPEAK!" came the cold voice.

"HOW DARE YOU LET HIM SPEAK!" came the earthy voice.

"IT IS WHAT IT IS, NOT WHAT WE WISH IT TO BE. FROM BIRTH TO DEATH, A MAN IS DESTINED TO LIVE BUT ONCE. YET HERE ARE TWO THAT ARE NOW ONE. ONE LIVED AND DIED. ONE LIVED AN IMMORTAL LIFE BUT DIED. WHAT IS IT NOW? IT IS TWO INTO ONE. IT IS WHAT IS WAS. IT IS WAT IT IS. IT IS WHAT IT WILL BE. LET THAT WHAT WAS APPART IN LIFE, THAT IS NOW JOINED IN DEATH, BE TOGETHER IN A NEW LIFE. A REBIRTH. BUT DESTINED TO DIE ONCE AGAIN." came the weighty voice

"THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" came the earthy voice.

"THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" came the cold voice.

"BUT THIS IS WHAT IS!" came the weighty voice

"BUT WHOM SHALL IT BE?" came the earthy voice.

"BUT WHOM SHALL IT SERVE?" came the cold voice.

"THAT IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE." came the weight voice.

"DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER." came the cold and earthy voice together.

"But we choose life." came the voice of cold and electricity.

"DO YOU NOW? "DO YOU NOW? WE'LL SEE" came the weighty voice.

The shapeless, formless mass began to swirl and form in a humanoid shape. The form of the fourth voice, of cold and electricity, strode into the middle of it. The shapeless, formless mass began to dissolve into the fourth voice, penetrating every opening.

It began to vibrate at an incredible speed forming and reforming faster than the blink of an eye.

"No. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be in control. This is MINE." came the voice of cold and electricity.

"You are wrong. This is ME. It has always been ME. It will always be ME." came a voice form the merged masses. A voice true and strong. Confident. Familiar.

"GOOD. IT IS DONE. ONE MORE LIFE IS ALL YOU HAVE. DO WHAT YOU WILL." came the weighty voice.

In a flash, the mass was gone.


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

The death of Jorvik part 4
Walking down the hallways Jorvik ignored all the beautifully carved sconces, intricately woven rugs, and priceless vases. He had a determined focus today, more so than any other day. Today he could ignore the brazen looks, the open mocking, "Mommy, I though we leave defects in the snow to die as babies. Did that one live in the snow?" "Mommy are my ears pointed like that?" wept one child.

Rounding the corner, Jorvik found the boys, as he knew we would, by the fountain. For everyday Jorvik passed this fountain to attend his morning tutelage with the aged master Sloveng. And every mooring they all showed up late to their tutor appointments so they had the opportunity to harass him. This was as much a part of his life as food and water.

"Ah, right on time. Jorvik Half-bastard. Wonder what other unnatural beasts his mother f!+@ed this week. She is probably in the stables right now looking for a donkey dick to suck. How funny would he look if he had donkey ears instead of pointy efly ears? Or a pig tail? Or a goose butt?" the four boys all guffawed and slapped their thighs in exaggerated frivolity.

Gogarto. His nemisis. And his four friends. The boys looked to be cut from the same cloth, dark hair, dark eyes, hairy arms.

"Today is a different day, Gogarto.". Without waiting, Jorvik drew his long bladed dagger, and stabbed out at the boy's face.

Caught unawares, Gogarto still only took only a slice on the cheek. Jorvik's thrust was more ambition than skill and Gogarto besides being a bully possessed a bit of skill. The look alone on the boy's face should have been enough to dissuade Jorvik, but the blood was in his eyes. There was only attack. As he pressed forward in an upward stab towards Gogarto's soft belly the boy lept backward as the other boys rained club blows up and down his back and arms. One shot broke his wrist causing the dagger to clatter to the floor. Using his other hand, Jorvik drew a second dagger, but by this time the boys had formed a circle defense preventing Jorvik from moving forward. Secure in their defenses, the boys were restless in their beatings. The sound of clubs hitting soft flesh, sometimes the sharp crack of bone, then another dagger had fallen to the floor.

Jorvik dropped to one knee, then to his belly. Covering his head with his hands, he tried to keep conscious under the rain of clubs. The entire fight lasted only seconds, but Jorvik felt like he had been beaten for a week. Barely able to hold onto consciousness, his battered body was unable to even rise to his knees. Drooling blood, spitting out cracked teeth, Jorvik could barely hear the laughter from the boys. It was as if cotton was stuck in his ears.

Subcoming to the pain, Jorvik fell once agin to the floor. Unable to close his swollen eyes shut, he saw rims of light and dark before blacking out.

How long he lay unconscious was anyone's guess. He woke up with dried and crusted blood on his face. Every inch of his body was in horrendous pain. If he'd removed his shirt he would see purple and yellow splotches up and down his body. Framed in the one eye he was able to open was a beautiful woman. She bent down and looked him in the eye. Softly she spoke to him in a caressing tone, "Jorvik. You are and always have been a worthless piece of shit. I am forever embarrassed that you share my blood. I should have left you to die the moment you were born."

She drew a wicked spiked club from her side and bashed his skull in.


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

The death of Jorvik part 3

The youth held up the small, white rimmed hand mirror. A youth such as himself at this stage in life should have possessed a full length mirror, complete with whale bone inlays. But this was just an ordinary hand mirror with a hairline crack spidering down the right side.

The youth thrust his chin out, fingering the peach fuzz there, searching for the tell-tale signs of a manly whisker sprout. Try as he might to concentrate on his chin, his eyes inevitably rose towards a paper thin white scar bisecting his pointed ear. He sighed audibly and placed the mirror down.

Moments later the door to his chamber burst open with a loud bang. In stepped a beautiful woman richly dressed and adorned with jewels. A bystander would be hard pressed to determine her age. High cheekbones, unblemished skin, and almond shaped eyes all spoke of her great beauty. Yet her face was twisted in an angry look that chilled all who passed her.

"Jorvik. I was told that you were injured and I should see you. How many did you kill?"

"None, mother." the boy replied sheepishly.

"What do you mean none? Then who attacked you? I need to know so we can exact revenge upon them. No one touches one of my blood unless I permit it"

"It wasn't like that mother. I did it. To myself."

The blow came swift and hard, like a viper of the Mwgani Expanse to the boy's head. He crumpled like a doll carelessly tossed in the corner.

"What?!? That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. To yourself. What did you do and why?"

Rising slowly to his feet, the left side of his face turning a crimson red, "The same boys, mother. You know they mock me, and my .. heritage. I thought if I could hide the more obvious features I would have a chance to be more accepted. So without my pointed ears. ..". Another blow, as hard as the first sent the boy once again to the floor.

"If I did not carry you in my womb I would never have believed that you are my son. You are a fool. This is the north. You take what you want. You fight for what is important. I have tried my best to rear you" I haven't seen you in three weeks "cared for you" you beat me every chance you get "provide for all your needs" my hand me downs are one step better then the Ulfen slaves "and given you a name" yes, mother. Bastard

"If they call you names, hit them. If they hit you, stab them. If they stab you, kill them. That is the way of the north."

"But mother, there are five of them.". This time he expected the blow and was able to mime a worse hit.

"Then be faster, stronger, more cunning. Or die.". With a flourish, she spun to leave the room.

"And bring five knives." she spoke matter of factly as she left the room.


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Female Falcon HP:-4/37| AC: 21 (16 Tch, 16 Fl) | F: +7, R: +9, W: +4 | Init: +4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 80ft (Fly) 10ft (land) | Active conditions:

The Death of Jorvik: Part 2

Lazily circling over head I easily saw the clearing they were headed for. Just to make sure all was safe, I winged in larger and larger arcs away form the clearing. There was little prey in the cold lands, and the prey that was there was difficult to find and kill. I spied some ground shrews, shaggy in their fur. A hunter such as I has no need to hunt prey that stupid. It is beneath me.

As the elf and my master emerged into the clearing more elves melted from the edges of the forest. I gave a shrill cry. These elves I had not seen. We're they prey or more friends of my master? With a few beats of my wing I gained altitude. Dipping my right wing I turned in a tight circle and shifted to streak for the elves and hunt with my master once again.

But these new elves were not prey. They began to speak in their language again.

"Jorvik. Part man. Part elf. You have been found wanting. You claim the snowcaster elf heritage yet you do not seek us out. You travel with your jagwida and southern friends. Even a goblin. Even after the gift of your mighty falcon you choose their life over our life.

"For this crime, you are no longer considered a snowcaster elf. We cannot remove your father's blood from your veins, but hence forth you are on your own and will receive no more aid from us."

My master looked as if he wanted to hunt prey. I was ready. Ready to fight alongside him once again. Then he stopped. He seems to do the unnatural. Surrender. This was not a fight he was going to fight.

"My father you say? Does he live? Is he here? Is he ready to face me?"

Again the first elf spoke. "My apologies. He is a thick headed as he human. Best way to teach him is to beat it out of him."

The elves all began to hunt at once, pulling long spears out of no where, plunging it again and again into his naked body.

I pulled my wings back in hunter's mode. To hunt once aging with my master, to fight against all odds. We win. We always win.

I did not see the elf to the side so transfixed was I with my master, nor did I see the half score of arrows shot so perfectly from elven bow. First my right wing lost power. I tried to beat my left to compensate but I knew it was no use.

More arrows thunked into me. Master. I had to get to him. To save him. To hunt.

With my last remaining strength I beat wings that would not move, and willed my body to go that last few yards. I landed hard on his pierced an bloody body, but at least I was with him, shielding a small part of him. Hunting one last time.


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Male NG Half-Elf Unchained Barbarian (Mounted Fury) 5/ Skald (Fated Champion) 2/ Ranger (Falconer) 2 HP: 93/93 18/18 temp | AC: 21[17] (14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +12[16], CMD: 26[25] | F: +11, R: +9[8], W: +6[8] | Init: +6[5] | Perc: +11, SM: +15 | Speed 30ft | Cold Resistance 2 Raging Song 9/9 Unchained Rage 14/15 Hero Points 0/3 | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Enlarged, rage, charge

The death of Jorvik part 1

Heafoc looked over at her master. She saw the giant horse man thrust his spear into his side. A loud grunt emerged as he was lifted off his feet. The pained expression on his face told the story as the fire of his rage slowly started to extinguish. Then the spear came down again, bursting through his breastplate like a hot knife through butter. Blood and fluids erupted from her master's side spilling down his body, soaking his clothes.

Her master's eyes were now filled with fear. Real fear. The hunter had become the hunted. He turned his head right and left. Looking. Maybe for a way to escape, maybe for his friends, maybe for something else.

Then it came again. The spear. The metal tipped point of death. The large creature in front of Heafoc was grinning wildly. The spear once agin was thrust into her master's chest so far this time that the tip emerged in a spew of organ and a spray of blood out of his back. Gurgled cries could be heard from him as his body lost power. Once the massive creature removed the spear form his body, he slumped to the floor. Placing one had on the rocky floor of the cavern, he tried to rouse himself up. The grunts and groans of dying prey angered the majestic bird.

They were hunters. Strong and proud. Not prey weak and scared. This was not right. This was unnatural. She winged about to fly right at the horse beast's face once again.

Before she could close the distance she saw it raise a hoof. Crying out in rage, she knew what would come next. Looking down, she saw her master rise to one knee. He too knew what was about to happen. The grim determination on his face told the story. She heard him begin to shout in his foreign language.

"I am Jorvik Rybalt. The Bloodspeaker. Son of the North. Chosen of Baba Yaga. You. Will. Not. Win. " came his strangled cry through cracked lips, red spittle bubbles bursting with each enunciated word. Staring inevitable death in the face, he growled as the hoof descended.

The hoof came down with such power, such force, that the cavern floor shook. His body broken and crumpled melded into the cavern floor. The widening pool of blood and fluids radiating from his body spread thick. The light in his eyes faded like a snuffed out torch. His ruined chest stalled and remained unmoving.

Laughter. Laughter from the beast. Quick as a darting snake, the other hoof crashed down. The snaps of broken bones, metal creasing, wood snapping was drowned out by the massive "CLOP" of the hoof resting through the man, onto the floor.

Unrecognizable, her master was no more. A broken, bloody, ruined mass of red was all that remained.

Screeching in anger, Heafoc wanted to wing and dive. To peck and pluck. To claw and carve out this thing's eyes. But she felt a pull. A pull as if some hunter had laid a snare trap and tightened a rope around her body. As much as she struggled and flapped her wings she made no progress. No movement forward towards her prey. Slowly she was being pulled backwards farther from her master. The cavern, the ceiling, her prey all began to blur.

Her world shifting, Heafoc tried to blink the vision away and continue the hunt. For him. To show that they were warriors destined to hunt.

The world went blurry. Then reformed to a frigid landscape. Unformed and unfamiliar. Snow drifted down covering the fir trees like a white, fleecy blanket. The cool crisp air chilled her feathers before she could puff them out to keep in her heat. She took to the sky in a few powerful strokes quickly ascending above the tree line. She circled in long arcs, surveying her surroundings. A hunter never forgets a hunting ground and this one was all to familiar to her. Spotting a snowfoot hare bound through the powered snow, her hunter's brain quickly snapped on, gauging speed and angles. Folding her wings back she streaked downward. The ground approached so fast that an observer would never believe how quickly she pivoted her body to extend her razor sharp claws.

She struck the hare so hard that they both somersaulted a few feet before coming to a stop. The hare tried to hop away but the falcons claws were dug too deep, her grip too strong for it to break free. Before her beak could rip the hot fur and flesh, an elf strode forward. He bent down and plucked the hare, quickly snapping its neck. Drawing a hunting knife, he quickly field dressed the hare throwing meaty chunks to the falcon. Standing in the snow, she snapped the morsels up and quickly swallowed them down her gullet.

The elf deftly cleared some snow, piled some dead tree branches, and started a fire. Heafoc took to the lower branches of a fir tree to avoid the licking flames, but watched the elf intently. Se saw him spit the hare and begin to roast it. While the fat and juices crackled in the heat, he vanished into the woods. Moments later, he emerged with a a pair of flat top stones that he arranged on either side of the fire.

The elf gracefully sat down, slowly turning the roasting coney.

Moments passed.

Blinking the sight from her eyes, her master appeared. Naked and whole, lying on his side in the snow. She saw him push himself to his knees in much the same way while fighting the giant horse monster. Looking around he spied the elf.

He began speaking in his language again.

"Where am I? Who are you? What happened?"

"So many questions. Always so many questions. You cannot find the answers to this world by asking every single person you ever meet all these questions. Here you must be hungry."

The elf extended the spit to her master. Taking the end he began to slice off charred slices of meat. Melted fat and hot juices ran down his face and into his beard as her master devoured her prey. She had done well. She would be rewarded. Alighting off the branch, she swooped down ready for him to throw her the reward she richly deserved.

"Heafoc? What are you doing here?" he called as he threw her a hunk of meat.

"You really are daft boy. More questions."

"What do you expect me to do? One moment I can feel my ruined body in Artosa about to be trampled and now I am here with you. Whoever you are. Wherever I am. "

"Sweet Desna. Will you never learn? Eat."

Her master did as he was instructed quickly leaving only a pile of bones. She too was satiated as her master had given her as much as he consumed.

"What no...."

"Don't say it. Don't finish that thought boy. Come with me." he angrily pointed to her master.

Her master rose and made to follow. She would have liked to land on his outstretched arm like always, but he was still naked in his pink flesh and her talons would have shredded his arm. She contented herself with circling tightly over head, looking for more prey, but keeping her master in sight.

The slow elf and half-elf plodded along as she scanned the ground and sky.

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