"You have clearly gone to great lengths to bring us here", Trevor remarked. "Proper introductions begin with an exchange of names.
I am Sir Trevor Kastner of Taldor. Whom might you be?"
Search Posts
The lore warden and the cleric slump down on the ground, holding each other and trying to cough and spit away from each other. "I..", Trevor weezed. "HATE this plane! (Cough Cough Cough Cough) The caydenite drinks some conjured ale for a few minutes, then gets to work on treating everyone.
Round 5
Blurry-eyed and ill, Trevor stumbles over to Malphene, holding his holy symbol aloft, this time to heal.
Round 4 Trevor casts cure moderate wounds on himself, then moves next to Henrika.
Round 3 Trevor winces as more vitality is drained from him. His iridescent eyes blaze with fury as he takes a 5-ft step toward the center of the room.
Round 2 Trevor takes a 5-ft. step toward the red blighted quintal and attacks.
Round 1 Redux Instead of curing Navia, Trevor casts shield of faith on her.
Round 1 "Bleeachk!" Trevor wonder where the sick he's vomiting is coming from; he could have sworn it was evicted outside.
Trevor moves next to Navia and touch her leg, casting cure light wounds on the eidolon.
Trevor shakes off his sickness, then administers to the others.
"Damnation. For the most part, everyone is in relative good health, but parts of your vitality have been stripped away. I can only treat some of us now, but everyone will have to rest and recover after our business here." After a few more minutes of identifying health concerns among the coterie, Trevor casts heal on Jack and cleanse on Malphene.
I thought you described slithering graves as undead ooze.
Round 3 "LEAVE ME WIFE " Trevor roars at tjhe remaining slithering grave.
Round 2 Trevor takes a 5-ft. step t center himself and then lets loose another Channel Energy, born of faith on The Drunken God.
Malphene tries to leap out of the way of the quital's trample.
Round 1 "Oh! Come Ooooonnnnnch!" Trevor barks as sick spits from his mouth, as he comfort an ill Malphene.
Identifying the spirits as they are, a small smile cured on the aasimar's lips. "Finally. Something to vent on." The caydenite steps closer to the yellow blighted quintal, brandishing his holy symbol. "FEEL THE POWER OF ELYSIUM!!"
"No!" Trevor pleaded. "I'm a known worshiper of a chaotic deity with a chaotic good celestial heritage on the Plane of Law.
"I will fly and met you there."
Persona Trevor advertises a Free Clinic for the people of Sayashto, sponsored by Tychus Marcaius, Man of the People.
GM Peachbottom? Guys? Trevor want to help Tychus win his election, but the Slayer is maxed on Charm. What ways can you suggest Trevor pitches in?
The caydenite casts heal on himself, then channels energy several times around the group. "Tychus. Jack. In the next couple days, I should have you both back to full vitality."
Round 5 Trevor continues to keep the pressure on the astrodaemon.
You will be greatly missed, Icabhod!
IMPORTANT DM RULING! Per the condition of panicked, the subjects drop whatever they are holding and run away from subject of fear. How do dropped weapons work in a Subjective Directional Gravity environment? Do they fall at terminal velocity away from the panicked person? If so, both The Godspike and Scion's Longsword are gone!!
Yes, please. I'm at work and can't roll.
Round 2 "Well, we should probably give Navia a hand", Trevor quips has he casts mighty strength upon himself.
Round 1 No longer on Axis, Trevor does not feel the oppressiveness of Law. The caydenite takes out his holy symbol and casts bless on those around him.
With advance notice, Trevor will pray for plane shift for the party.
"..I hate this stupid plane..." The caydenite moaned from the other room.Upon the cleric's return, Tychus discreetly slips him a bottle of strong cider, hoping this meager token might brighten his day. Trevor accepts the offered cider, and swishes his mouth. The caydenite spits out the sick from his mouth, then drinks the rest. Slightly out of breath, Trevor whispers his thanks to the future politician.
As the marut's heel left the cleric's sight, Trevor frantically rushes to another room. The sound of retching and splashing could be heard, along with belches and spitting. "..I hate this stupid plane..." The caydenite moaned from the other room.
Trevor nods along with Tychus, to be interrupted by a deep groan from the aasimar's stomach. Come on, Trevor! Keep it together, the cleric pleads with himself. Not..in front of the inevitable..
Trevor's feathered azata wings ruffled with indignation at the sight of this Absolute agent of Law! But the cleric had to try something. Attacking the inevitable on the Plane of Law would only make things worse for Tychus's chances in the election. The well-spoken caydenite reached down into himself and spoke. “Honored adjudicator, I do not ask you to ignore the law. I ask you to remember why law exists. Axis was not forged merely so chains could remain unbroken. Contracts, vows, and judgments exist to preserve the dignity of thinking souls — not to reduce them to property. That doll carries a bound spirit. Perhaps willingly once. Perhaps not. Perhaps by desperation, coercion, fear, or ignorance. You know as well as I do that eternity has a way of turning consent brittle. And now? Now the soul seeks another path. You would say an agreement was made. Fine. So was every tyrant’s decree. So was every devil’s bargain signed by starving hands. The existence of a contract does not sanctify its outcome. My lord Cayden Cailean teaches that freedom is sacred precisely because mortals stumble. We choose poorly. We regret. We grow. A soul denied the right to change is not alive in any meaningful sense. If this spirit fled rightful judgment, then prove it. If it murdered, deceived, or escaped a just sentence, bring witness and charge. But if its only crime is wishing not to remain bound forever inside lacquer and porcelain, then what you defend is not order. It is inertia. And inertia is not justice. You are a marut. You exist to uphold the balance between promise and consequence. Ask yourself honestly: does taking this soul into custody restore balance… or merely preserve precedent? Because there is a difference between honoring a vow and perpetuating a mistake. Even Cayden Cailean, drunken fool that he was, became divine because the universe recognized a truth greater than expectation: that mortals must be free to surpass the roles assigned to them. So I ask not for mercy. I ask for judgment worthy of Axis itself. Investigate the binding. Weigh the soul’s will as heavily as the words of the contract. If the bondage is just, I will stand aside. But if there is doubt — even the smallest crack in the righteousness of that binding — then seizing this soul would make law the servant of oppression. And surely inevitables were forged for more than that.”
Trevor works on another smear campaign top damage Tsemani's credibility, putting another 500gp toward the goal.
"I'll definitely have to ask Cayden for a anti-scrying spell tomorrow!"
"Biz-ZARE!" Trevor says under his breath as he encounters how lawful outsiders 'die'. The cleric writes quickly yet clearly in his journal.
Trevor pats Icabhod on the back. "Nice work."
Trevor steps forward and smiles. "If The Gray Lady is kind, I hope to return to Elysium one day. To die a heroic death..so someone else can live, to love, to exalt in the Joy of Life. That. Is a Good Death, my friend."
I figure that learning you were tasked to win an election for the machinations of a God of Secrets would be a blow to ones feelings of Heroism.
Later, the caydenite searches with the others through the mail and finds instructions to ensure Tsemani wins the upcoming election.
Round 4 Feeling the familiar haste spell wash over him, Trevor blurs to join the others to flank with Icabhod to attack.
Round 3 Unaware of what's really going on, Trevor follows the investigator, Godspike at the ready.
Round 2 Saddened by the fact the charm spell didn't work, Trevor ran in the midst of the coterie.
"We're actually fighting a dragon! No need to be shy!"
Round 1
"This is a wing-and-a-pray kind of play, but..", Trevor takes out his holy symbol and rattles his tankard on his hip. "Greetings my good friend! Let's stop this fighting and have a drink!"
"I occur. The Postmaster appears to be the only constant my interviews with the handlers", Trevor added.
Despite his heart not really it in, Trevor pleads with Cayden to grant him the plane shift spell. The cleric will bring in as many agents as the other members of the coterie needs. Persona Phase Trevor decides he will put these negative emotions to go use, and become a muckraker; Tychus's political attack dog.
When the topic of plane shifting our agents into Sayashto, Trevor seems to fly into a rage! "NO!!! I will Not inflict this ..plane on any of my agents! They have all done admirably. Not need to punish them!" The caydenite goes off into a corner to sulk.
"I sure as Hell don't want the job", a sober and irritated Trevor grumbles.
"Pardon me, how much for the Desna's Own bottles?"I'll let you decide how much you want to spend. I'd say from your description, around 1,000 gp. But you can make it more or less depending if you don't want to spend that much or if you want a really expensive bottle of wine. The axomite merchant looks hard at Trevor and his chaotic cohorts. "500 gp each! And not a copper less!" The caydenite considers his options, taking a momentarily look at his wife and Ohalia. "Fine. I'll take 4!" The lawful outside and the cleric exchange goods and coin.
Henrika, Trevor approves of your stocking suggestions. Right now, as a character, I don't feel a great need to buy improvements for our cleric. If no one minds, Trevor will begin to read the tome of leadership.
Trevor, Malphene, and the rest walk the markets,with an eye toward wines and spirits. A baby blue-labeled wine bottle grabs the cleric's attention.
The half-azata turns the bottle over and reads the label. 'A unique elven vintage lost to time, but recreated here at Equinox Manor. Confirmed to be one of Desna's favorite wines. May all, followers of the Goddess of Fortune, or just simple fans, enjoy this little bubbly blueberry-infusion.' The cleric sees a small portrait of the owner and operator of Equinox Manor. A picture of a very handsome satyr wearing a holy symbol of Cayden Cailean on his neck. "By Cayden's Top Shelf Hooch, I didn't know fey could be followers of the Drunken God!" Trevor shrugs. "It makes a kind of sense though. Says his name is Zay-del. I haven't heard of him. Or Equinox Manor." Trevor gasps. "This bottle might be from another world on the Material Plane!" The caydenite quiets whispers to the others. "This might be the most rarest wine we'll ever taste! It's priceless!" "And there are multiple bottles!" Trevor regains his composure. "Pardon me, how much for the Desna's Own bottles?"
|