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Travin smiles warmly to the Captain and the crew. "My fellow Pathfinders were spectacular in their deeds and handled the Master and her initiates with ease. I resorted to effectively buying time while my companions did the work. Let's just say that Rain of Embers is not to be trifled with casually."
Travin bows quickly and then moves forward to complete the Test of Spirit. Assuming his normal combat stance, he waits patiently until the ember alights and strikes quickly in an attempt to capture it. Trial 1:
Pleased with his efforts, Travin rests a minute and smiles at his companions as they succeed at their tests. "True Masters in your own right!" After his rest, Travin shifts quickly to the Test of Flight. Using his innate skills for quick movement, Travin tries to mimic the light footwork of the former Master. Trial 2:
Fearful that hey has blundered into another of the Master’s traps, Travin drops flat to the floor and tries to roll away from the fire. ”Groggg, Anjo are you injured?”. Realizing the voice is not physical, Travin concentrates hard, eyes closed. Who is this? Is it the Master back for further taunting?
At the mention of militaristic documents, Travin walks back from the door and reviews the scrolls to see if he can determine their intent or origin. After a few minutes, Travin seems a bit dizzy from the body slam and decides he cannot make any headway. "Let's make for one of the other doors, agreed time is probably better spent through a portal."
Slowly picking himself up off the floor, Travin dusts himself and looks forlorn. "Thank you Orin, I appreciate the attention and healing. I guess I have a way to go to be a master yet." Turning to the group, Travin makes a small bow. "Thank you all for the help, I am in your debts." Travin then assists Zanu with healing from the slash wounds and watches the other doors.
Grimacing from the searing heat, Travin drops his nunchuka as the Master grabs him tightly. Burning his arms and face, Travin disregards the heat and strikes at the Monk. Throwing his elbows, a fist and his knee into the fight, Travin seems frustrated by the other Monk's efforts. "Damn you, I'll land a blow yet!" Attacks:
Hearing the twang of Anjo's bow, Travin turns away from the statue. I thought we were ignoring them for a minute, guess diplomacy is gone. Still they haven't actually hit us yet. Measured, Travin, measured. Moving carefully along the walkway to the west, Travin looks attempts to engage the enemy and draw them away from Zanu "Hey, leave my Sorcerous friend alone. We're agents of the Society and stand down or I'll be forced to show you true dedication to the art of the fist."
Travin had paused, but when the second blast of fire spouts forth, he leaps forward towards his injured comrades. Moving around the first pool, Travin jumps down into the second and moves toward the far walkway. Grimacing slightly at the taste of the murky water, Travin looks to Groggg and Orin "I'll try and reach the far side and see if it's trapped as well"
”Captain, you are a merchant of honor and respectability.”. Making a small bow, Travin formally signifies his acceptance. ”Thank you for your gracious offer and we will gladly meet you later.”. Grabbing his kit and heading for the dock, he smiles back at the Captain ”Now, Ill try and keep those wild emotions off my face and blend in around here” Reaching the edge of the dock, Travin grins down to Groggg. ”You know, that stuff sorta works on you after a while. Have any more?” Some time later, Travin cautiously enters the Temple, nunchuka held together in his left hand. Allowing his companions to lead the way, he falls in behind and remains at the ready.
After his second drink of Groggg’s brew, Travin shakes his head ruefully. ”That’s enough for me, whew I’ll regret this later.”. Quickly pitching the remainder over the side, Travin strolls over to the Captain. ”Captain, this lady you transported. Did she say much about her task and what she was about? Carry much in the way of goods with her?”
Smiling at the Goblin Champion, Travin nods his agreement. "It does seem this was done with incredible skill, far beyond a common robber. I think it no coincidence that Ki was employed when stealing artifacts of a Monastic Order." Wandering idly around the room, Travin stretches to work his sore arm. Orin has a mean chop when he sets his mind to it, maybe sweep the legs next time.. Pausing in front of a painting, Travin inquires to Rashmivati, "Does this Monastery of Unblinking Flame have enemies? Someone that would want to cause them embarrassment or harm?"
Stepping from the small tavern, Travin wiped the remains of lunch from his shirt and squinted in the bright sun. Having spent a few nice days here on the island, Travin enjoyed their spicy food, especially when the abnormal cold winds blew through the City. I wouldn't have thought it, but a few days away has been nice. Coming off an advising mission to Captain of the Guard of some minor Pharaoh in Osirion, Travin on a whim had booked passage to Jalmeray to see the fabled island and it's gorgeous landscapes. The extra silver from setting up the Pharaoh's field hospital made the journey possible before it was back to Abasalom and whatever the Society had lined up next for Travin and his wanderings. Grabbing a fig to go, Travin started up the street and paused at the young man running down the street straight at him. Hmm, this doesn't look good.. Waiting for the man to stop and front of him and catch his breathe, Travin looked him over and realized it was the footman from the Society Lodge. As a rule, Travin checked in with the local Lodge when visiting new areas in case an emergency arose that may require medical services, or more. Venture-Captain Rashmivati Melipdra seemed competent and had made out that all was in hand and things were stable here in Jalmeray. Travin had expected a few quiet days before back on the ship, but that now seemed unlikely. Looking up the man asked if Travin could accompany him to the Lodge at Venture Captain Melipdra's request. Running quickly back to his room to get his kit, Travin met the man and returned to the Lodge. Minutes later, Travin stepped into the room and surveyed the damage. Gesturing to the occupants of the vault, Travin stopped and formally bowed "Travin Nielan, former field medic of Taldoran Phalanx 8th Company and now a member of the Pathfinder Society at your service."
Travin stirs noticeably at the arrival of Lady Morilla. Bowing slightly Travin inclines his head and performs a ceremonial salute of his Taldoran Unit. ”Blessings to House Morilla, guidepost to the Sovereign Court and protectors of the Queen. May her reign be long and wise. Grace favor your presence tonight.” Shifting to a more relaxed stance, Travin nods to Sylvia and continues. ”Thank you for recognizing Taldor’s contribution to the closure of the Worldwound. While I did not campaign there as I was too young, I have served with many that did and they praise the decisive leadership and skill that Taldor’s nobility provided to that worth cause.”
Quickly running up the steps to the hall, Travin curses again under his breath. Of all the nights to get held up in the itinerant wing, dammit I have to make a decent impression for my new found career or it'll be more late nights scrubbing wounds. Dressed in Taldoran Soldier's garb and freshly washed, Travin was a young human man that moved with a quick step. Neatly dressed and clean shaven, including his scalp, Travin had the appearance of a serious and focused individual. Careful examination would have revealed some flecks of blood that escaped his quick rinse and retreat from the hospital. Years serving as a field medic in Taldor's service had taught him to be presentable on short notice. Checking in and moving past the entrance, Travin is directed to his group and manages to grab a glass of wine and fade into the back of the entourage. Catching the end of the story of the Gorgon made Travin wince and he jumps into the conversation, "Seems a bit harsh for some relic lifting, but I guess some folks might take that more seriously than others. So "permission to restore him" sounds like there may be a few more steps involved than waving a wand?" Realizing he simply jumped in, he turns to his new companions. Bowing formally, he quietly addresses them in turn. "Sorry, too quick on the draw here. Travin, newly commissioned field agent and medic. Here to ensure we all make it back together."
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