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Exciting news! Way to go Jess!
"Oh, my! Let's have a look at you." Garrivek pulls out the wand and waves it. Nothing happens. Garrivek squints at the wand. "Ack! Oh, dear. Well, that's empty. Let's see here." Garrivek tucks the spent wand away and rifles through his pockets, humming and hawing the whole time. "Just ooooooone more moment there, Arryn. Don't die on me..." He pulls out a scroll and exclaims, "Aha!"
"There ya go."
Lomo is a rough looking ratfolk with thick gray fur, bright beady eyes, and soft ears. His cheeks bulge out, as if filled with something, and he nibbles on the end of a fancy looking stick. His long hairless tail is crooked from a magical mishap suffered long ago. Lomo greets his friends, "Hey folks!" He pats Cutie Pie and Roadkill. "Let's see, what do I have for you?" He sifts around in his cheeks and pulls out some rations, tossing part to the pig and part to the squirrel. "There you go. Chow down." Then he takes a seat and picks his teeth with a long stick -- a spent magic wand.
"Solitude has its place," Garrivek admits. "But being part of a group, a family, a band... Wherever it is your heart feels at home -- there's nothing more satisfying. That's not to say its not difficult. Looking out for others as well as oneself can be a challenge. Particularly when on can't do both. But together, we can be more. Do more." Garrivek drums his fingers on his armour. "Look in your heart, Dregg. Are you with these people for survival? Because you have to be? Or are you here because you want to be? Perhaps then, you're worried over their safety?" He shrugs. "Whether you're meant to be with this group is something only you'll know. And you'll only know if you listen to your heart. Truly listen." He chuckles. "That can be hard for many of us." He claps Dregg on the shoulder. "You'll figure it out."
Ignoring the korreds around him, Garrivek hustles away from the fight and to the left. Then he holds up his gloved hand and sends a fan of flames flying out of his hands and over the korreds.
Outpost III: Enemy of my Enemy Adventures where you team up with or work for suspicious and shady characters or organizations in order to meet your objectives, or take down a bigger foe.
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Zeke slams the cage door and tries to secure it closed. "Oof! Nicely done, Acacius!"
At Isabella's words Garrivek stops drumming his fingers on his breastplate, looks at his fingers, then tucks them into his pockets. "Well, I guess it's a good thing we won't be needing aprons today," Garrivek nods at Isabella.
In response to Dregg questioning who he is, Garrivek holds out his hand for a shake. "Well, I'm Garrivek! Garrivek Runebuckle of Kraggodan! I'm a courier by trade and a wordsmith by calling. I was in the middle of making a delivery when I got messed up in..." he gestures around him. "This. I find myself in what appears to be... quite the pickle." He shakes his head. "And not a good pickle."
Garrivek inspects the note. "Hmmm." He tucks his thumb into his armour, with his fingers drumming on the outside of his breastplate. "Appears the Chernasado Rangers were called back to their strongholds deeper within the Fangwood Forest. Looks like no help's coming for us." He looks at the others. "Do any of you have a safe shelter? Dangerous times, these are." He inspects the belt and vest, then folds them up together, tucking the note in between it's folds. "I'd like to deliver this to the Chernasado Rangers, in time. It could help identify him to his fellows."
"Ohoho! What do we have here..." Garrivek uncovers a small iron coffer that holds 250 gp and a scroll case containing a scroll of silence and a scroll of searing light. "Well, I can't use this. Can any of you? Might be handy." He picks up a thunderstone and a tanglefoot bag and stuffs them into his backpack. "You don't mind if I take these, do you?" It's clear he's taking them anyway. "Very handy in the right situation, you see." Later he collects the keys that don't match anything, and examines them for a good long time. "So, uh.... What's been happening? I was on a delivery from Kraggodan to Janderhoff when I came across a town destroyed. Went to pass word to the next town and it was the same. All ruins. Dead townsfolk, ruined homes, and hobgoblin soldiers." He shakes his head. "They're causing a lot of devastation. Do you know where they came from, or what they're here for?" He hooks his thumb into his armour and drums his fingers, making a muffled pinging sound on his breastplate. "What do they want? And who leads them?" Object Reading details: Object Reading (Su): At 2nd level, an occultist learns how to read information from items he examines. Examining an item in this way requires him to spend 1 minute handling the item. If the item is a magic item, the occultist learns its properties and command word as if he had successfully examined the item using detect magic and succeeded at a Spellcraft check. This ability does not reveal whether the item is cursed unless the occultist’s class level is equal to or greater than the caster level of the item. If the item has any historical significance, the occultist learns one piece of information about its past (as determined by the GM). Finally, if the item was last used no longer than 1 day ago per the occultist’s class level, the occultist learns one piece of information about the last creature to use the item. This information might be a glimpse of the creature’s appearance, a brief vision of what it saw while using the item, or perhaps its emotional state when it last used the item. The GM determines what information is gained in this way. This functions like the psychometry occult skill unlock (see page 196), but doesn’t require a skill check and can be used at will.
"Whoah there, big guy!" Zeke exclaims in shock. "Increase your calm."
Garrivek raises his eyebrows as the rock finishes off his captor. "Nice shot," he tells Arryn. He hustles over to the bleeding half-orc. "Ooooh... Let's see here. Yup. He's dying. Here. This should help." He clutches the compass around his neck in his hand and focuses on it, once again sending its needle spinning wildly. As it spins he imagines Dregg's wounds closing, blood slipping back up into the wound, skin sealing. There's a glow in Garrivek's hands, which he places on Dregg, causing some of his wounds to heal.
Meanwhile, the fire elemental continues to slam into Scarvinious until it vanishes. At Arryn's comments about his appearance, Garrivek chuckles. "I'm Garrivek. Garrivek of House Runebuckle! From the lofty halls of Kraggodan! I'm a courier by trade, and a wordsmith by -- wait, what? Another unconscious, you say? Right then. I'll just fix that up..." Garrivek slips off to find Isabella and heals her. The lucky lass awakens to find herself tended by a mostly naked, filthy, hairy dwarf. He claps her on the shoulder. "You're not dying today!"
The he wanders out of the tent. Back in the clearing he grins. "Excuse me. I need to go get my stuff." He wanders back into the tent he was held in, gets dressed, dons his armour, packs his bags, and gets himself all ready. He emerges ten minutes later dressed in a shiny breastplate adorned with a red sash, explorer's clothes, a fine leather backpack, and a variety of wands, scrolls, vials, and tools hanging of his belt. A dwarven dorn-dergar is coiled on his hip. His brass compass is proudly around his neck, his fine leather fingerless gloves and on his hands, and he clutches a leather-bound book firmly in one hand. He still stinks horribly. "I don't suppose anyone's seen my horse, have they?"
Thanks for the warm welcome! Looking forward to gaming with all of you.
Craigie selects some foppish nobleman's clothes, complete with a puffy blouse, brocade vest, lace cravat, and hat with an exceptional plume. He seems quite pleased with himself. --- As the ship rocks, Craigie finds himself drawn to the deck. He smiles like a madman, happy and content in the pounding rain and rising swells. He doesn't seem concerned that she ship might sink -- doesn't seem concerned about much of anything, really. He's hypnotized by the crashing of the waves and the roar of the rain. It takes a few moments for him to register the cpatain's words, but when he finally shakes himself free he blinks, as if waking from a dream. "Right, Captain!" Craigie hurries across the deck and tries to lower the sails.
Zeke prays to Arqueros to bless him and his allies. Then he proceeds forward quietly with his shield and morningstar in hand.
CLANK, CLANK, CLANK..
Zeke eyes the rocks that the captain indicates. "By Arqueros, we will get it done." He recites a prayer aloud and kisses the holy symbol around his wrist.
Zeke lets out a gasp of surprise as a massive ballista bolt narrowly misses his head. "Watch where you're shooting that!"
"Hmmm..." Zeke replies in thought. He focuses on the railing, inspecting it for signs of damage or previous tampering...
...Looks broken.
Zeke's prayers do not go unheard, and a celestial dolphin appears in the river. Clearly a blessed beast it is Arqueros' holy colours -- a purple dolphin with a golden belly. It leaps out of the water, gives a click, then dives beneath the surface, looking for any other aggressive creatures to fight off! "Praise Arqueros!" Zeke hurries over to Nakoma reaches a hand down and pulls her up onto boat. Then he prays aloud, healing Nakoma's wounds.
Zeke claps Nakoma on the shoulder then asks, "What happened?"
Sorry for the lack of posts. My family and I are really sick. We'll post when we can but it won't be consistent over the next few days. Really not doing well. Thanks.
Since Azen volunteers for being the lookout, Zeke volunteers for sounding.
Zeke nods along with the others. "The swamp is blessed. Few see it that way, I know. But the Bulwark's teachings are strong here. The Council of Thorns gave their lives to protect the swamp, performing a bloody ritual during their last stand. As the last of their number died vengeful will-o’-wisps rose from the marsh and drove the orc army out of the swamp. They still protect it to this day." After a moment he adds, "Of course, the wisps are cruel, capricious, and definitely going to see us as intruders...." He sighs. "Breaking through defences is not something I'm... well-versed in." He shifts a little with discomfort. "I pray Arqueros blesses our endeavours. For Trunau to stand, we must breach the Vault of Thorns." Zeke raises the holy symbol wrapped around his wrist to his lips and kisses it, muttering a prayer under his breath.
Zeke spends the morning with his family, then asks around town to see if anyone knows about will o wisps. He approaches people whose knowledge he respects.
"Praise the Bulwark!" Zeke crows as he finally slays the orange spider!
Zeke takes a knee and prays aloud to Arqueros. Zeke heads over to Gorewillow and nudges him with his foot. "Well, I guess he won't be answering anymore questions. Good thing he was talkative..." Then he pulls out the healing wand and go about tending to everyone's wounds.
Toban greets and hugs his siblings. He politely greets his host, and then politely greets Cerryl. Seeing the food he grins. "Oh, my! What have we here?" He eats the pastries, sampling one of each. "How delightful! Oh! How nice!" Toban nods at Cerryl. "Ah, yes. The jinkin. They are naturally evil fey... However! I'm hoping Shelyn's teachings and mercy inspire it to embrace the beauty in our world."
"Arqueros, guide my blade!" Zeke slashes at the rat with the ghost-touch dagger!
Lomo is a rough looking ratfolk with thick gray fur, bright beady eyes, and soft ears. His cheeks bulge out, as if filled with something, and he nibbles on the end of a fancy looking stick. His long hairless tail is crooked from a magical mishap suffered long ago. When Sereia enters her room she finds Lomo there sprawled out on her bed and reading her spell book. He's gnawing on her wand of shield. He does not have permission to be there. "Oh, hey Sereia. I think your wand's broken. It doesn't work." Just then he hears a messenger in the hall, calling his name in confusion. "HEY! THAT'S ME!" He scampers up off of her bed and out into the hall to get his letter -- her wand still in his teeth. After reading the letter he grins. "Hey, I'm going to Katapesh!"
Zeke nods. "May Arqueros watch over them." Zeke rifles through the gear until he finds the red-gold unholy symbol. "We pulled this off some orcs." "It's the unholy symbol for Nulgreth, the Blood God. Orcish god of the slaughter. His followers won't be taking any prisoners." With that news delivered he slips the unholy symbol back into their bags for barter. He turns to his companions. "I too need to resupply." Then he turns and heads off to the Upper Quarter, hoping to find some... As he heads there he keeps an eye out for his parents or siblings. If he can't find them he instead keeps an eye out for anyone he knows who doesn't look too busy. He asks them to seek out his family in the Upper Quarter and inform them that he still lives.
A short gnome arrives wearing a leather outfit and a tophat. The gnome has a wildly long black moustache and a large bottom lip. The little gnome carries a wicker basket in his arms. On his back is a fine backpack and a very fine glaive. “Greetings. I’m Toban Tangletop." “Jastrokan! Rosie! Hello! Hello!” Toabn is very excited to see his siblings again and gives them a big hug. “The Wounded Wisp? Nicely done Rosie!” Toban pats Lily on the head. “Oh yes! And her whiskers are getting longer too!” "That's a mighty fine painting there, Jastrokan." "Well met, Lovissa. I am Master Chef Toban Tangletop, servant of Shelyn! I too, defeated a terrifying minotaur! I have also foiled the plans of the Aspis Consortium's alchemists by stopping the spread of a dangerous drug. I was with my siblings when we thwarted the goblin gang. " Seeing Jastrokan's many paintings Toban taps his lip. POP POP POP Looking a little embarrassed he adds, "I'm not sure I remember all of that happening like that..." As the mission briefing starts, Toban nods at Canayven. "Hello again, Venture Captain Heidmarch. Pleasure to work with you again." Toban taps his lip. POP POP POP "What's in this vault?"
"HE IS MY SHIELD!" Zeke bellows loudly! Suddenly a shimmering shield of holy light appears before him! As the light dims Zeke strides further forward.
Arqueros lend me strength...
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Zeke appears to be breathing, but is making a very strange wheezing noise...
Zeke raises an eyebrow at Frum's efficient attack.
Zeke moves over to fill the gap, standing right next to Acacius. He says a prayer and places a hand on Acacius' shoulder. "Blessings of the Bulwark upon you!"
Zeke dashes over to the logs and releases them on the enemy! As they tumble down the hill he raises his holy symbol high and bellows to his allies, "Never give up! NEVER SURRENDER!"
A tall, muscular half-orc with a fine scimitar on his hip gives his companions a nod. "I am Hobb Tallman! Proud servant of the Dawnflower! PRAISE SARENRAE!" He claps his hands together loudly, as if in prayer.
I hope the move goes without a hitch.
Hobb lets out a chuckle and says to Annabelle. "Wow, you pack a punch. Didn't know you had it in you!" He stalks down the sewer and swings his scimitar at the light blue kobold.
Craigie walks along the docks. "Hey there, fella. I'm looking for work on a ship that's headed out far from land. Wouldn't mind grabbing a bite to eat in the meantime. Recommend someplace good?" He pats Lady Jade on her upturned head. "Of course they'd have to allow Lady Jade here inside."
Lady Jade clacks her teeth together at the mention of food.
Before entering town Craigie crouches down beside Lady Jade. "Now, Lady. These people are not for eating. Unless, of course, I say so. I'll find you something tasty to eat in town." He pats her on the head.
Zeke holds his morningstar aloft. "I am the Bulwark! Lash out all you want, but it is here you BREAK!" He brings the holy symbols tied around his wrist to his lips, kisses it, then holds his weapon and shield ready for battle.
Then he takes a step forward to better protect his companions.
Hey there. I'll be the last player. I'm bringing a half-orc cleric of Sarenrae who uses tough-love and intimidation to force evil-doers to repent and convert to the Dawnflower's faith. Because some folks need a beating before they see the light! (He sure did). I'll have my profile up by tomorrow. Just having trouble deciding on a name and image.
Zeke whispers a prayer to Arqueros.
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