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Trevor rubs his chin. "The Blindini Identity seems like a good choice for me. With my knowledge in various religions, I should be able to pull off the racial queues. Though the performer aspect might be difficult." "Cyricus. Do you have any hats of disguise available?"
Round 2 Trevor circles the tent and nearly flanks with the lore warden.
Round 1
Malphene drew one of her most prized wedding gift, the exquisite Scion's Longsword, of which she was excited to try out in real combat. The lore walker got her wish as she advanced toward the tentacled horrors.
Round 1 "Not all of us are strictly 'human', Monster!" Trevor barks into the night defiantly. Drawing his magical rapier, Trevor advances toward the otherworldly foes.
Trevor's and Malphene's Wedding Reception! In the early afternoon, a minority of patrons were asked to leave Grandbridge's Cayden's Mug Tavern. The staff at Cayden's Mug quickly clean ed and set up long tables for for the long-awaited wedding reception of Oppara's Own Sir Trevor and Dame Malphene Kastner. The local caydenite generally treated huge celebrations like this as unofficial holy days. Every true caydenite within 50 miles, as well as all the wedding guests were invited. The wedding party entered first, the beaming Bride and Groom smiling and meeting all the staff as they came forward. In a very short time, Trevor went from a local celebrity to a nationally-recognized man of faith. So the wedding party sat together at the main table, while relatives of the groom sat nearest to the main table. Instead of gold and silver, the tavern was decorated with Cayden's colors: silver and tan. The remaining guests had open seating, something the older guard noticeably did not like. But this was standard for most caydenite taverns, so those who didn't like it could leave. Those that stayed got a small wooden red hound at their place settings: a tribute to Cayden's famous hound: Thunder. One end of the tavern was a solid wall of tables dedicated to the massive buffet of food. Roasted pig, baked potatoes with sour cream and butter, warm biscuits, broccoli, asparagus, green beans, and all manner of mince pies and pasties were available to all. Meeting the new Bride and Groom was wonderful, but the main draw for the Faithful was the open bar, a rare sight in any caydenite tavern, again made possible by the Kastner Family. After everyone got some food and drink in front of them, Trevor stood on his chair to address the entire tavern. "My Good Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Malphene's and my Wedding Reception!" The entire tavern erupted in thunderous shouting and clapping. "It is an unbelievable honor to have you all here today in his most holy building to celebrate our holy union!" More thunderous applause and shouting. "Those who have not been inside a caydenite tavern before: shame on you! But is it accepted and expected to raise your glasses to each other and to our most illustrious sponsor and guiding force, Oppara's Own, Cayden Cailean! And as one of his humble clerics, I ask you all to raise your glasses with me, as I toast and pray." "Cayden Cailean! Boss! Thank you for being a guiding force in my life. A life that had lead me to a truly unique and remarkable woman, who has seen fit, despite her better judgement, to join her life with mine, join my family and walk this life together. Oh Merry Insurgent, I kindly ask that you bless our union. May our triumphs be many, our quarrels be short, our makeups be memorable, and our lives together happy within each other's arms. Please bless all in attendance, both now and later. May this day be memorable and any discomfort tomorrow morning be brief!" A wave of chuckles ripples across the tavern. "I raise my glass to you, Drunken Hero, now and always! TO CAYDEN CAILEAN!" The tavern answers in unison and drinks their raised glasses. Every few minutes, someone would call a toast. Mostly to the happy coupe, some to Cayden Cailean, and many to those in attendance. Malphene held court at the main table, talking with everyone who came up to congratulate her and Trevor. The couple were tasked to kiss with the banging of silverware on empty mugs and tankards. After everyone got some food and drink in them, Trevor left the main table and walked the tavern, shaking hands, meeting other faithful and family members.
Bad news. Trevor's player is called in to work his third 12-hour day in a row; so the extended Wedding Reception post will be another day.
The Wedding It was a sunny morning in Oppara at The Cathedral of Coin. Preparations for the Wedding of Dame Malphene Trant to Sir Trevor Kastner had the temple buzzing with activity for most of the week. At around 9 o'clock, guests started to arrive, ushered by acolytes. Oppara's elite, as well as family and friends of the bride and groom were in attendance. The latest fashions were on display, and thankfully no one was wearing white other than the bride. The temples was decorated with long satin sheets of gold and silver, many of them wrapped around each other to signify the upcoming union. Several members of the Cult of Olheon were noticibly in attendance. First a small sermon by the high priest of Abadar, then the procession of the groom, led by Falchion Jack and several male members of the Kastner Family. Trevor looked dashing in his groom, his holy symbol noticeably tucked into this outfit. Then the organ music swelled as the procession of the bridal party. Henrika Karthis looked radiant as a Maid of Honor. The dedicated makeup team Malphene hired outdid themselves all the bridemaids turned heads. Then the bridal march music began to play. Trevor looked down the aisle to see his towering bride, dressed in a long flowing white wedding dress, well-designed to showcase her femininity. Lord Remilliard walked Dame Malphene down the aisle holding a portrait of Malphene's late father. Lord Remilliard gently placed Malphene's hands in Trevor, then walked the portrait to a special table near the altar with several candles. The high priest explained to the congregation that Lord Remilliard was lighting the candles to honor the memory of Lord Trant and all the victims of the Exaltation Massacre. Then both Trevor and Malphene both recited their vows to each other as they ceremoniously signed the marriage certificate, witnessed by Abadar and all notaries in attendance. With all vows spoken and all legal formed filled out to abadaran specifications, the high priest proclaimed Trevor and Malphene were married, leading to a powerful kiss from the lore warden, tipping the cleric off his feet, held by his wife. The congragation laughed and applauded as the happy couple walked arm and arm out of the cathedral, Lady Balvantia Kastner weeping for joy.
For your gift, each PC can select one from the following: a belt of giant strength +4, a belt of incredible dexterity +4, a belt of mighty constitution +4, a headband of alluring charisma +4, a headband of inspired wisdom +4, a headband of vast intelligence +4, or a headband of mental prowess +2. Trevor also gratefully accepts the headband of inspired wisdom +4.
@GM Peachbottom, are we resolving the Wedding and the Reception at the same time, or will those two be separate?
"Yes. I have heard wonderful things about those hats!" Trevor nods enthusiastically.
Round 4 His faith in Cayden still strong, Trevor channels healing energies again into his coterie.
Round 3 Trevor screams in pain as the ancient dragon covers him in burning magma. Staggering, the cleric holds his molten gold holy symbol aloft and seeks to heal himself and the party.
Trevor glowers as he puts the lion mask on; his brain still muddy from last night's wonderful bachelor party. But reality, as it often does, returns to slap awake Trevor from Revelry. The caydenite is not in his best mood, clearly. But this test is important. And Malphene is watching. Round 1 Trevor draws The Godspike and attacks the (blue) charger, as the familiar feeling of Xallis's haste spell washes over him.
I suppose Princess Eutropia would be too high a star to reach. Could Trevor take Lord Remiliard Kastner as his High Place Friend?
Persona Phase Jack surprises the party by renting out The Noble's Wineskin in Canal Row. The staff greet Trevor warmly as the cleric used to volunteer as a bartender before the whirlwind event of last Exaltation Week.
Trevor's mouth is agape with surprise! "Lord Memlim! What a unqualified pleasure it is to see you again!" The cleric reaches forward and heartiy shakes the azata's hand. "PLEASE! Please!" Enjoy yourself! Hopefully I am still with my right mind to talk with you later!" "Xallis! Thank you!" Trevor turns to shake the summoner's hand. "What an immense honor you have bestowed onto me! Lord Memlin! At My Bachelor Party! Thank you! Thank you!" The Noble's Wineskin placed a large buffet of boar, steak and onions, mashed potatoes, cheesy broccoli, pasties, fried fish, and a new dish the cooks recently invented called a 'blooming onion'. The bar was open, which was later discovered paid for by Lord Remilliard, as several male members of the Kastner family were in attendance, although many were unfamiliar with such a hedonist display. Jokes were told, songs were sung, card games were played. Trevor smirked as Memlin walked downstairs back to the party with a blushing and flustered comely barmaid. "Something tells me Oppara is going to receive a new aasimar in nine months", Trevor nudged Xallis, pointing the couple out to Xallis. "If we're lucky, he or she will be my replacement", the caydenite laughed. Later, Jack turned down the lights of the tavern as several Calistrian elven clerics came and danced erotically for those in attendance. The Noble's Wineskin raged into the early morning hours. A great sendoff for the Kastner cleric. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Icabhod will provide security at the party, doing his part at making sure no rowdies try to crash the event and making sure all deliveries are properly checked against inventories. He also will play the part of 'designated driver' by steering patrons who have imbibed to much to areas where they can sleep it off and/or be safely escorted home or to an upstairs room. As Trevor made the rounds at his bachelor party, the cleric would make sure ever-dutiful Icabhod had some food or something to drink. "Thanks for you help tonight, my friend. Your gift of security is appreciated."Tychus tries his hand at a rousing speech for his friend the groom. Utilizing the things he learned at the Academy, he attempts to weave a tale of heroics and bravery, tankard raised high in the air. The cleric roared and applauded the boasting toast spoken in his honor. "Thank you, you old Abadaran! Good show! Good show!" Trevor laughed encouragingly.
Day 1: Roll Diplomacy
Day 2: Roll Sense Motive
Day 3: Roll Knowledge (local)
Day 4: Roll Stealth
Day 5: Roll Melee attack
PC failed Sense Motive and Knowledge (local)
Day 7: Roll Stealth again
The Scion's Longsword would be a lovely wedding gift for the bride.
Trevor and Malphene are stunned by whatever Henrika is trying to accomplish, so they remain silent; waiting to see what happens.
I don';t know what to do for a Persona Phase at this time. Trevor's had his first aid tent up several times, and none of the other Persona tasks seem to fit. I wish Trevor could mirror Henrika's Phase.
@GM Peachbottom: Since Trevor and Malphene, along with the entire Kastner family, has been planning this wedding for months, could Trevor have that as a Persona Phase: Organise a Party (Charm). And since so much prep work and expense went into it, can Trevor take a 20 on the roll?
These are the events in which I hope happens: BACHELOR PARTY - Trevor, and any member of the party who wishes to go, are taken on a bawdy, rowdy, drunken bachelor party, headed by Jack. BACHELORETTE PARTY - Malphene will have a wonderful party with her Maid of Honor, Henrika, and bridemaids, along with Trevor's Mother. WEDDING - A massive event held in Cathedral of Coins, attended by the best Oppara has to offer. RECEPTION - Cayden's Mug in Grandbridge. Trevor's concession for having a Abadaran wedding.
"There are a few bardic talents I've always wanted to pursue", Trevor nodded. "What a wonderful opportunity!"
Sorry. Home computer not loading Paizo. Using 'potato fingers' on cellphone to post, so please bear with me. Trevor does not have strong feelings about Bartleby joining the team. Quite frankly, the cleric is preoccupied with last minute wedding arrangements. If Bartleby pulls his weight. Trevor won't have any issues with the man.
"What do you think we should do, Xallis?" Trevor asked. "Burn it?"
By the end of the week, a messenger arrives with a long package and two letters, one from Princess Eutropia and one from Martella. The package contains a staff of healing commissioned for you with a note from Princess Eutropia that simply reads, ”You have the eternal gratitude of a sister. Thank you.” "HOLY KEG!" Trevor steps forward, wide-eyed and in shock. The caydenite holds it reverently in his hands. "Look at this BEAST! I can feel the healing energies radiating of it!"Turning to the lore warden, the cleric states, "It sounds like Princess Eutropia will not be able to attend our wedding, Malphene. Oh well.
During Martella's examinations, Xallis makes sure to bring up the Psychopomp attack and relay everything he can remember about its purpose and what it said to them. "It may have been a rogue agent, but I suggest you keep a watch for suspicious individuals and possibly supernatural phenomena. I have connections with several small groups of supernatural scholars, and they are at your disposal should you need them." "Pharasma may send more agents to apprehend Carrius", Trevor stated, stepping forward. "If the Prince is a escapee from The Spire, as the psychpomps claim, multiple attempts to reclaim him may be in his future." Sense Motive 20: Martella senses Trevor may be the lone dissenter in Prince Carrius's safe return to the living.
Trevor sullenly walks back to the carriage, Malphene in tow. The lore warden looks apprehensive, having not seen this part of Trevor before. Getting back into the carriage, The kastner noble shoots Prince Carrius a daggered glance, but sits down and looks at the carriage interior for the remained of the journey. Occasionally, the cleric casts create water in his tankard, but drinks with no joy.
Round 2 Trevor's iridescent eyes plead with Malphene. "Defend our family, but don't attack the psychopomps." The caydenite frowns as he holds his holy symbol aloft once more. With a angry scream of frustation, Trevor channels healing energy into his coterie. Then the aasimar runs to meet the psychopomps.
Clearly, Trevor can't stop the fight. So he'll focus on healing his coterie. But as someone who recently was in Pharasma's Domain, the cleric feels the need to restore the natural order, and uncomplicate Princess Eutropia's ascension. So let's get on with it.
Trevor's player cast calm emotions before accessing the map. The cleric is trying to stop the fight, from making a huge mistake.
Round 1 "EVERYONE!" Trevor shouts over the squabble. "Carrius being alive now complicates the succession even further!! If Pharasma takes back what is hers, it gives Princess Eutropia that proper path to the throne! Let his soul rest!!" Trevor holds his holy symbol aoft and cast calm emotions on everyone.
Trevor sees Henrika and Jack act, but failed to stop them. "Please! Don't! Stop!"
Level 10 HP Average HP (5) + 2 Con + 1 Favored = +8hp BAB +1 Fort +1 Will +1 +1 4th-level cleric spell per day
Skills
+1 Knowledge (nobility)
Persona Phase With Henrika's praising performance at the tavern, a great deal of citizen comes to Trevor's next Healing Tent event, tending to the injured and infirm.
FYI, leveling and Personas will be posted this weekend. Too tired from work to do it now, maybe after work tomorrow.
"By the way, Trevor." he says between summons, "I'm sure you've noticed that my network of extraplanar allies is growing quite a bit. If you ever need to commune with a friend from beyond, let me know. We can always arrange something." Trevor gave a peasant smile. "Well, actually, do you know the name of the bralani you summoned recently? I'd appreciated it."
Over the next two days after freeing Cassaranda Florint, Trevor worked past exhaustion on curing himself and Jack of their 'cursed earth'. Malphene stood by her man, helping him get around and from bed to work station to bed. On the second day, word had gotten out to Chief Enumerator Abrun Palliettor, who sent two clerics to assist the caydenite in his work. Jack, Trevor, and the rest of the coterie were fully healed.
"Perhaps..!" Trevor interjected. "The Princess should answer that question."
"Xallis", Trevor calls to the head of House. "I don't detect any falsehood from his being. But I have no idea what he is.
Round 4 Trevor smiles as Malphene approaches. I died for her. I actually died for her. The cleric thinks to himself. The cleric blinks to realize the connection to his spiritual ally is still active. I wonder if that is how Cayden was able to see the battle? Interesting! Trevor pondered. "But not matter." Turning his full intent on the conjured spirit, Trevor proclaims, "My friend. If you can, switch to a blunt weapon. I know for a fact that rapiers don't work on golems. Attack it regardless!" Got to stop that golem. It's magical. Trevor holds his holy symbol aloft again and casts dispel magic on the clay golem.
Round 3 "..Wed Trevor shouted, then began coughing up blood. The cleric was struck by the countenance of a hound archon looking down at him. Celestial:
"What? What's this talk of a wedding, mortal? I was able to snatch you from Pharasma's clutches, little priest? Do you know where you are?" Trevor Kastner, aasimar cleric of Cayden Cailean, breathed up at the archon as he searched his chest for his holy symbol. It was slimy with his blood. "Thank you." Sitting up, the cleric took all that had happened on his singular adventure into his heart, and held his bloody holy symbol before him to set loose a channeled energy.
Blood, like wine: It was unsure how long he stood there, but motes of consciousness came back to him. Looking down, he was dressed in finery, but it was soaked in blood. But the blood looked black. In fact, as he looked around his environment, everything took on hues to black to light grey. And he was not alone, others were with him. All standing in a long line. An impossibly long line. Above them all, something shown in the distance. Looking up, he could see a massive gleaming white structure; yet so tall, the light atop the spire could be seen for miles and miles. Motes of understand formed in his head.
That..that is The Spire”, he remembered. Her name..Pharasma..'The Lady of Graves' rules there. He looked around. Am I..dead? Before he could ponder further, a bloodcurdling cackle roared above them all, as color reentered the scene. A red flaming chariot flew down upon the line, lead by two horse-like creatures of inky blackness. Fire spurts from its hair and nostrils. Guiding the flying chariot was a dark-skinned crone with sharp teeth and eyes as red as the nightmare's manes. The night hag stopped her chariot nearby and grabbed the soul in front of him. ”You'll do”, the night hag sneered, roughly grabbing the soul bound for Pharasma's Palace. The evil outsider tossed the petitioner into her chariot. A great well of injustice welled up inside him. This was wrong. She had to be stopped! NOW! His face contorted into rage, instinctively drawing a rapier that wasn't there before, made of the same soulstuff as he. ”Let! Him! Go!” He roared with surprise and pain as his back erupted with two wings. Two glowing wings of azure with peacock-like feathers. The night hag's eyes were drawn to him, the gleamed with avarice. ”Oh! An aasimar soul! You'll fetch a pretty coin on the infernal markets!” He slashed at the night hag with his sword, but found no purchase. The night hag's clawed hand came very close to his shoulder. But then the world had erupted in light as four lighting bolts rocketed down around the night hag and the aasimar soul. Despite the strikes, the night hag barely was singed. ”Damn it all!” The night hag cursed. ”I'm outnumbered! Blast it all!” With incredible speed, the night hag got back on her chariot with her ill-gotten soul and flew away, dodging more lightning, from what looked like four long-haired men flying in the sky. Two split from the pack to harrier the dark chariot away. The remaining two landed near the aasimar soul. Both men had elven ears behind silver locks of hair. One of them spoke. ”Trevor? Trevor. Do you remember me?” Memories slowly began to flood his mind, like a glacier emptying into a valley. A summoner..brought the being that was speaking..into the Material Plane. The being before him helped..us. His coterie. His family. ”Trevor..”, the aasimar soul spoke with uncertainty. ”Trevor. That's what they called me.” The bralani coughed. ”The Boss sent us to gather you.” The azata looked behind Trevor at his wings. ”How very interesting. Even now, your azatal heritage has come to full bloom. A sight to behold.” The other bralani elbowed the first one, with a look of reminding. ”Ah, yes!” The first bralani spoke again. ”Time is short. Even here. Come with us.” Looking above, the two azata who followed the night hag's exit returned. ”She got away.”, the floating bralani stated defeatedly. ”Make sure to pass it on to the psychopomps at The Spire. The security in this branch of The Dead Roads needs more eyes on it!” The two bralani nodded and began to fly toward Pharasma's Palace in the distance. ”We got to go”, the quiet bralani until now said, holding a firm hand on Trevor's shoulder. Then all three beings, azata and mortal soul alike rose into the air. The environment spend below them as darken skies quickly gave way to bright spring days filled with the smell of wildflowers. Trevor blinked with amazement, allowing his soul to tell him were he was. Elysium. The bralani flew over rolling hills that quickly gave way to a medium-size settlement. It appeared to be a town full of drinking halls, taverns, and brothels. The caydenite's soul felt awe as he knew where he was. Cayden Cailean's Realm. The bralani quickly landing in front of a rowdy tavern made of both common stonework with the occasional massive gems acting as bricks. Trevor steadied himself as he landed. ”The Boss is inside waiting for you. Fare thee well, Trevor Kastner” The formerly summoned bralani smiled as he quickly flew off with the other azata. Left by himself, Trevor was surrounded by smiling, inebriated races of all shapes and sizes. The drunken carousers gave the cleric room to enter. Once inside, a roar of happiness and laughter greeted Trevor as he entered. The aasimar's back soon became a drum from happy and encouraging well-wishers and fellow patrons. The crowds parted, revealing a path leading to the bar where the magnificent Drunken God was holding court. Cayden Cailean waited for Trevor to see him and let out another cheer, which the whole tavern answered. ”So.” Cayden Cailen chuckled, one hand on his hip, and another holding a full tankard. ”This is the brave little aasimar who tried to fight a clay golem with just a rapier! Not smart. Not smart at all!” The tavern erupted in good-humored laughter, then quieted down. Trevor found his voice. ”Well. If I fled, the golem would have attack the defenseless. Malphene..” The Accidental God cut Trevor off. ”A woman who you must really truly love.” Trevor's eyes flew wide. Cayden knew of his doubts about the wedding. Because he had prayed to Cayden for advice. ”Overall..” Cayden Cailean said, letting the words hang in the air. ”Not bad. Heroic. Of course. Still not the smartest way to die.” A small chuckle circled around the Elysium tavern. ”But you still have a lot to do down there. In Taldor.” Cayden looked at something over his shoulder and look perplexed, like watching a distant event Trevor's eyes couldn't see. ”Huh. A hound archon. Not the way I would go, but, either way. This is goodbye for now, Trevor. Keep the Faith. Always sleep on your side when your drunk. Watch both ways crossing the street. And so on.” Trevor could feel his soul fading from Elysium. The sounds of the tavern around him gave way to the sound of a strong heartbeat. His heartbeat. Before the sight of Cayden Cailean faded from view, Trevor shouted out over his heartbeat. ”I invite you to the wedding!!” Before the darkness of his own eyelids took him, a distant shout of a laugh was heard by Trevor. ”We'll see.........”
Round 4 It happened in a flash. Malphene witnessed her love struck down by the golem, then Lord Xallis touch his bloody body and move him out of harm's way. "Cayden..Cayden Be With Trevor..please?!" The lore warden whispers a desperate prayer behind clenched teeth. Seeing Jack and Tychus remove their robes, Malphene follows suit.
Round 3 The lore warden's mind begins to clear. Malphene looks around, trying to catch her bearing. She blinks to see her fiance single-handedly get pummeled by a clay golem. Malphene reaches over and pulls Trevor closer to her (5 ft.) "Oh Darling!"
Round 2 Trevor is in a right spot. Afflicted with a cursed wound, the cleric stands between a clay golem set to kill, and his fiance helpless to stop it. His weapon, his clerical spells, nothing Trevor has can stop the rampaging golem. But he must fight. It's a hopeless conclusion, but Trevor must fight to save Malphene.
Round 1 "Again with the lightning!" Trevor shouted over the electrical fire. Again, the cleric cast spiritual ally and sent it at the nearest (yellow) cultist.
E. is a good place to start.
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