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I think we have little choice... especially if the royal opinion is that this is a 'generous offer'
"The only thing I am certain of is that chaos here is not good for the city. I agree as well... as long as we retain our free will, and power to determine the length and scope of our service."

Theron gets lost in thought, contemplating Tristain's words and how close they are to his own heart. "... and I am Theron Astur Abraham, follower of Korada." with a slight bow.

yeah lost my dot again... guess I'll stop relying on that.

I'm done leveling.
One thing... I had a spell in my list I have not used which I hadn't realized was [evil] thought it was just [pain]descriptor. Should I switch interrogation for persuasive goad?
I had meant for him to struggle with the conflict of the situation and abilities versus his moralities and of his faith, but casting evil descriptor spells is probably a little too much?

Feeling a bit of a rush from the battle, Theron disregards his reservations about speaking up while not quite understanding Goffred's plan... He steps up, mutters a quick spell, and taps Fredo. He then starts yelling to the crowd. "Listen to him! Hold this position, and your voices will be heard! This is the time to unite for the future! Shed no more blood today. Tend to your wounded brothers and organize your demands! Hold the line here! We are the people and our voices will be heard! Stop the bloodshed!"
intim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
cast guidance on Fredo

Theron fires again, cursing at himself for not having practiced compensating for avoiding friendly fire.
1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 15
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"You do not belong here, vile thing!" Theron swallows his fear and invokes his judgement. He fires a bolt at the beast, but misses terribly wide trying to avoid hitting Raseri.
He takes a few steps forward and reloads his new crossbow.
'Blasted thing... '

crossbow: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 2

know(planes): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Theron unclasps his sash, and readies his crossbow while quickly studying the features of the beast.

Theron responds to Durriken "Certainly more likely than if it were to simply be found in our possession... should we be stopped for any reason."
"I am quite willing to go along. Good chance to get a better idea of the state of things here, and assuming things go well... I wouldn't mind making a few connections that bathe more regularly than my current contacts."

439.32
-225
+93.1
=307.42 current gold

I'll throw down 300 towards a wand if one is available.

I don't need anything from the loot. I might look around for a mwk lt crossbow though.

763
-335
=428gold + 11 held = total 439gold current wealth

Theron starts to feel himself again with the group no longer burdened with the children. Nothing against them... they can't help being distractions and liabilities.
He follows Tristain into the shop and noses around a bit.

Ahhh! I lost my dot for this thread. My page didn't show that people had posted.

I'll get to reading right now

Theron furrows his brow... giving the barkeep a disapproving look. "Happy?! That you have shown the compassion of a drug peddler? You've watched this man ingest nothing but this poison for hours and continued to serve him - knowing full well what damage he was doing to himself. That is shameful, and I do not want to hear what you have to say in your defense, because I have heard the same thing from the filth that sells shiver to the weak willed of their community."
Theron crumbles one of his rations into a bowl, and fills it with water. He tries to get the man to drink the gruel-like substance.

Theron approaches and inspects the guard, and calmly offers his assistance "I'll see what I can do. Barkeep, I could use a bowl of strong alcohol and a second clean bowl."
He pulls the jar of leeches from his pack in case he determines poison is involved.

heal check to diagnose 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
heal check to treat 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 (+2 if poisoned)

Yep I'm around

Theron sits stuck in his own thoughts. He briefly musters a comforting smile when Tristain shows the picture, and then returns to his thoughts. 'Lamm was supposed to be the end ... I never gave thought to the day after. I don't know how long I can do this, but I can still be of use for a while. '

"Be safe, Ser Jalento."
Theron speaks to the others while Tristain goes for food "I'll keep an eye on things down here while you get cleaned up." He goes to order an ale, and leads Tristain to a spot where he can keep an eye on the door ... and the stairs to the amenities.

Theron joins them. He watches Tristain limp a few steps "Hold up there, boy."... 'reluctant to expend energy so early in the day, but I think I would come to regret it if I were to wait...' Theron casually murmurs a healing spell and taps Tristain.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Theron stops, reaches in his satchel, and pulls out a stocking full of coins. He gives Tristain 50 gold, and 20 to Raseri. "A good scrub, clean clothes, and tactical preparations first. We can unload his meager leavings after we have washed ourselves of him."

Theron returns from the kitchen in little more than a loincloth, freshly shaved face, and smelling of soap. He packs away his soap, razor, waterskin, and leeches..., then begins strapping himself in his armor - muttering or chanting quietly to himself. He covers his armor completely with his heavy white cloak, crossbow and quiver in his over the shoulder bag, and satchel over the other shoulder.
"Let's see what shape the city is in this morning."

Theron's vision gets too clear, and he starts to feel a faint pulsing 'whump' behind his eyes like far away drums. 'headache inevitable... '

"If we are staying here, get settled in. Progress was made today, and hope remains. Banish dark self-defeating thoughts from your mind. If we are to forge on, our will must be strong. Belief in ourselves and each other must be unwavering."

Theron then checks the security of the doors and windows before clearing a spot for himself to sleep.

Yep .. don't mind waiting. I usually regret when I try to force myself to post.
and RPing kids is hard enough .. let alone kids in traumatic situation.

Uncomfortable with Fredo's breakdown ... both tears and slipping mask, Theron backs down. He suddenly realizes how ridiculous he looks, and rummages for his cloak. "None of that concerns me. Your guilt is your own, and I have no reason to burden you with more..." He finds his cloak dusts it off and dons it.

Theron's ire is raised. He takes a step toward Fredo ... trying to keep his voice hushed. "What happened? Why don't you tell me what you feared she had told me about you.. Were you the one that introduced her to Lamm's product?"

Are the few things I left at Zellara's still there? My white cloak rations, and tinderbox ..

Theron reels from Goffred's question. He answers without emotion. "My daughter is dead."

Theron has some understanding of what Raseri is experiencing. Any words of comfort would further compromise whatever was holding back her flood of emotion. Hold on just a while longer ... until we know we have time for that, poor girl.
"Trust is not a simple thing, but considering your motivations ... I take no issue with your actions. I assume if you are asking if we trust you now, there is more you wish of us. I have no objection to hearing you out. ...hopefully you can trust us enough to avoid any further prevarication."

Theron watches the crazed man .. 'Madness. Not brought by disease.. I hope.' Theron tries to assess the visible symptoms of the lunatic while maintaining his end of the footlocker.

Theron internally debates on whether or not putting Lamm down at this moment is the right thing... and then Goffred kills him. He opts not to be impressed with Goffred acting from his instincts - quick and confident. 'That was the conclusion I was coming to ... just a little slow .. need rest'
"Yes .. lets get off the street. Back to Zellara's now? We are not prepared for any conflict whatsoever ... we are in no shape to even follow a lead. We need to make sure we have a secure shelter, hole up and rest."

Theron quickly realizes (being uninjured and unburdened) he should be the one to assist Goffred, and rushes to do so before things get awkward. "Alright. Let's get out of here."

Theron pulls his chair up a few feet from Lamm and sits. He loads his crossbow, and watches Lamm. Feeling Goffred's presence near him, Theron pushes out thoughts of the chelaxian and his daughter - focusing on the current question. 'So ... now what? What shall we do with him...'

Theron's eyes narrow toward Goffred. It does not take him long to put it together that his daughter was part of this cold Chelaxian's life. He suddenly feels the need to sit, and finds a chair. It takes him a moment before he is able to recover and listen to the questioning of Lamm.

sense motive vs Goffred 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Theron stares pensively at the hatbox. "I have nothing to ask of him. I am done with him occupying my thoughts. Hopefully this will bring some peace Lillia and Tilda's souls... as well as mine." He snaps out of his daze. "But whatever I can do ... I know you are not finished. I will stay by your side until we all find some peace."

Theron empties his waterskin to rinse the filth from his hands... "It appears to be her .. time of death at least two weeks ago. Provides no answers itself... what else is in the box?"

Theron takes his already torn cloak, and uses it to retrieve the head. He inspects it as long as he can stomach, then finds a place to set it covered.

Theron smiles warmly at Tristain while wrapping and tightening his own armor. "Good to see you will make it."
He stops to ponder for a second.. "Such a strange thing. The lengths I have and would have gone to see that abomination put down.. but after the words passed through my lips.. " He shrugs.. "Once I knew justice would be done, my rage was gone ... and a small petty part of me felt guilt for not being able to sustain that towering rage. I suppose the great sadness is for those who can never escape it."

Theron takes it "Ah .. thank you."
He reads the scroll and puts a hand on Tristain.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Hmm. Seemed to help a bit. As long as he survives the night, he will be fine."

Theron pushes everything else from his mind, and starts cutting and tearing his cloak into strips of cloth. He summons fresh water to rinse the wound, removes the bound wooden plates from his armor to help brace Tristain's leg. "Anyone else too injured to move?"

Theron drops his crossbow on dry land .. then rushes to pull Tristain up and out of the water. Unsure if and when the croc would return, he quickly assesses the severity of Tristain's wounds. 'Hopefully there is something I can do for you, boy"

heal check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Theron tries to keep a cool head .. he sees a clean shot on Yargin. Theron realizes he has already reloaded without thinking, and fires at him. He then drops down to assist Tristain. "Hang on there boy.."

Oops too late.. That's what I was actually thinking at first, but ended up just shooting.

Theron yells at Gobblegut while moving to where he can try to get a shot off. "Let go off him you stupid beast."

brb will post in 15

Ugh Sorry to hear that ... beautiful kitty.

rolling know religion roll here to avoid cluttering the climax
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 fail

tactics? never heard of it .. is that like tic tacs?

Theron pushes forward through Durriken and Raseri. He raises his hand - red hot, raw and itching toward Lamm. "Gaedren Lamm. The hideous form to which you were born was a warning ... you have not heeded this warning. You have chosen to continue the dark doings of past lives."
"No mercy will be shown to you. You will die this day and never be reborn ... because after you are slit from cod to gullet, I will strip your tortured soul of everything that is you - and use it to fatten my leeches. You are too small and weak a thing for the evil you have wrought."

Theron takes a quick look at Raseri and Durriken's wounds...
"I have a small amount of energy to spare.. I can heal some of your wounds.." Theron murmurs and lightly taps his amulet before touching Durriken on the shoulder.. "I wish I could do more.. but I am spent."
Theron rearms himself with his crossbow and watches the door..

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 heal to Durriken

"A trail is sometimes more than a set of footprints ... we don't know what was left behind. We are searching the ship. Now cut her loose and clear the way, boy!"
It appears to be time for Theron's nap.. he reaches in yanking at the web..

aid another 1d20 ⇒ 10