Ulciscor just sighed.
"Would you like that plant removed?" He asked the man, waiting to gauge the reaction. He wasn't specific as to the timeline, but whatever had done this to this man, likely it was in need of some kind of payback.
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Ulciscor shrugged, and nodded, prepared to follow the others.
Reporting for reconvention! :-)
I'll be camping from Thursday through Monday, so... Yeah...
"No, Gyro," Ulciscor said, with his slight, ever-present smile, "We don't do nothing. We just do our 'something' with some strategic thought involved. Follow Innocent. He's good at strategic thought."
"If it is a sentry, a 'distraction' is likely to be counter-productive," Ulciscor said. "But 'sneaking' is not a talent Hoar has seen fit to bless me with. So." He shrugged.
Ulciscor returned Dargrim's nod, the corners of his mouth ticking up slightly as the dwarf referred to him as 'lad,' - though whether that was from amusement or pleasure at the informality, one couldn't tell. Ulciscor was almost always smiling, after all. "Let's be about it, then. Rescue, Retribution, or a little of both."
"My Lord called us here. In my experience, that rarely means something good has happened." Ulciscor shrugged. "'Rarely' doesn't mean 'never,' though." He seemed undisturbed by either possibility, merely nodding to indicate his readiness to proceed.
One more thing, since Clerics don't get ALL THE SPELLZZZ!!! I get to add 4 non-Core spells to Ulciscor's list. I've added the following: Level 0
Ulciscor first focused on the living, bringing all of the wounded together, away from the dead plant-things. Then he called upon his god. "Peace has been brought unto the bodies of the fallen, Lord. Grant these souls succor, for having done this good work."
Seeing very little effect from that prayer, Ulciscor looked up at the sky with an exasperated expression. Then his tone changed a bit, and he prayed again. "Now that Peace, and its reward hath been attained in this place, Doombringer, Grant unto these souls here Thy strength, that they may bring Retribution unto those who have so mistreated the innocent."
"Hmph." Ulciscor nodded, as healing energy flowed through him more fully this time. The message was clear - to him, and quite possible to his companions - which aspect of this mission the Doombringer was more fully behind. With another nod to his companions, Ulciscor turned to the dead. He bowed his head over the bodies, and began the words of the funerary rites. Though they didn't have time to bury these dead now, Ulciscor was not going to cheat the dead of the proper intercession for their souls.
Judging by Locke's "Up and at 'em longer" comment, Kev, I think you can add your new level's HP to your current HP, not just your max. So you should be at 10. Anyone (specifically the DM) mind if Ulciscor takes 15 minutes to pray over the dead and, coincidentally, fill his two new empty spell slots (one of which he'll probably wind up dumping for CLW...). OR, if that's not Kosher, DM, can he just "convert" that empty slot into a CLW later? I'm cool with waiting until he prays at dusk to get his full compliment, too, I'm just doing the greedy player thing and looking to get every edge we can (and keep Kev alive longer...). ;-)
Uh-oh...Just what we needed...Kev can now Enlarge himself... Well, at least we know who the target will be... And maybe when he's big, he can do almost as much damage as Dargrim has been doing...sheesh! We need to re-name him "the Blender." :-)
Level 2 Changes:
Skill Points Spent (4 - 2 Class, 1 INT, 1 FC) Spellcraft - 1 Know: History - 1 Profession: Judge - 1 Heal - 1 EDIT: On second thought, he doesn't need to be making poisons. Just be better at healing. (I figure the last one, coupled with Know:History, is a better way for him to have a handle on the law as it applies to his type of Judgement than anything else) BAB +1, Fort and Will Saves +1 1 new Spell each level (0 and 1) per Day
Quick question, because I forget. Do the new level effects kick in immediately, or after a rest?
"Somehow, I doubt they were to be found loitering about on the way to the mines, until very recently." Ulciscor's tone was wry, as he moved to make sure that the dead were actually (and would remain) dead, and take stock of the living. "Who is injured?"
Not exactly *everything* good, but more good than otherwise. :-)
Apologies for the miss, folks. It's been an interesting/hectic couple of weeks.
I moved Ulciscor to B20, which would have included everyone in his Channel radius. For future reference, probably better to wait to make adjustments until after the DM posts his Tranche summary, just in case something happens to prevent actions we're trying to make. But no harm this time around.
That works for me. If anyone else wants to do it that way, I'm cool with that, too.
Ulciscor couldn't help but look towards the sky when Kevkas fell, and the plant-thing disgorged more enemies. "If I'm just here to witness these people receiving Retribution for something they did, please let me know, Lord, and I'll stop wasting Your time," his complaint was soft, and (mostly) in jest. Stepping forward, he called upon the Doombringer in earnest, as he knelt and touched the fallen Kevkas on the shoulder. "Yea, he who lieth down and letteth his enemy prevail, who striketh him once, inviteth all of his enemies to strike him, alway, and take from him all that he hath. And he who giveth unto his enemy all that he hath shall not be entrusted with more by the Lord, for he hath proven himself a poor steward."
"So get up, you big lug," he said to Kevkas, with a smile, "and teach these things what a mistake it is to oppose us. They're slow learners."
OK guys and gals... No one likes playing a character that is only a heal-bot, and Ulciscor is not built to be one, either by stats or by backstory. And yet, I've had almost no actions in any combat so far that aren't healing or buffing or moving to position to heal or buff. I don't mind doing any of the above (I am playing a Cleric, after all), and I know that it'll lighten up a bit as we gain levels, so I'm not griping about it yet. What I am doing, however, is asking that we get some consistent stat-keeping, so that I know where everyone is, status-wise. Ulciscor will go offensive from time to time, and leave people at less-than full hp, but I'd prefer not to do that in such a way that it leaves characters in (excessive) danger of actual death. Some of the PCs have status listed on the battle map, some have status listed in their "quick stats" headers, but some don't have status listed anywhere (Gyro, for example, shows no damage on the map, and no damage in his "vitals" bar, but should have at least 4hp of damage, unless he's got some other form of healing going on that I'm not aware of). ESPECIALLY in a campaign where the DM has stated a dislike for wands of CLW, I have to be pretty choosy where I spend my healing resources, and it's not fun for me to have to scroll back through messages, check the map, and status bars, and keep my own notes to try to figure out who is and isn't hurt, so as to try to keep them alive in the most efficient manner possible. (It also doesn't help that 3 of our characters are "low-AC, charge into melee" types, ;-) but I can handle that). The DM has enough to keep track of, without asking him to keep a running list of who's at what status somewhere that I can see it easily, and the battle map is editable by anyone, and subject to mistakes. So here's the deal/tl:dr: If you don't update your character's "quick stats" or "vitals" or whatever you call the easy-to-see status bar that shows up on your posting windows, it's not Ulciscor's fault if your character dies while he's throwing javelins at the enemy. Fair warning given. :-)
Seeing the damage being dealt - to both sides - Ulciscor summoned the power of his God, sending a wave of healing energy across the battlefield with a timely prayer. "Strengthen arms that support Thy cause, bring succor to those who would serve Thy will, and bring Retribution upon those who deserve such." The wave of healing seemed to pass over the enemy, with no effect. Unfortunately, it seemed that the Doombringer still felt little affection for those Ulciscor had chosen as his companions. Still, little was not the same as none, and Dargrim and Kevkas felt the pain of their wounds lessen somewhat.
Ulciscor stepped up beside Lioslan, touching the elf on one shoulder, and infusing him with the blessing of the Doombringer's guidance. "As His righteous wrath falls like thunder, may thy strikes fall like lightning upon the heads of the deserving."
Ulciscor frowned. "They're not undead," he said. "They are dead," he clarified, "the bodies, I mean. I suspect the plants are somehow animating the corpses. I do not know why or how. Be very careful, but those people deserve Justice." Ulciscor stepped forward and, a prayer of Justice upon his lips, rested one hand on Innocent's shoulder. "When those who would take from a poor man all that he hath - yea, even his life, and make mockery of him, lo, He shall stand to right what hath been set wrong. By His hand, or by the hand of His servants, it is the same."
Ulciscor returned Lioslan's look of concern - which spoke volumes, given that even during the fighting with the Orcs, he hadn't varied much from his usual, mildly amused expression. "I am not sure what these things may want of us," he said. "But I doubt they wish us well."
Bringing the Dagger conversation over here. While it sounds cool, and as a Player, I'm interested in it, I don't think we'd be maximizing the benefit to the party by giving it to the Cleric. Hell, I'm not sure Ulciscor has gotten in a single offensive action in either fight to this point. All you low-armor, charge-into-battle types keep him a bit too busy playing heal-bot.
Ulciscor finally looked up from where he'd seemed to be fascinated with the white powder. "It's pollen," he said, with a shrug, as if he had been completely unaware of another conversation going on around him. "The statue definitely had something to do with its disbursement, but I haven't figured out any more than that." Then, showing that the priest had been listening, he shrugged again. "If they discovered some sort of unholy crypt, and what was in it caused their deaths, it sounds as though the Doombringer has already evened their slate. Though the deaths of innocents is not easily balanced by a single death. And who knows what has been released into the world now. Let us go."
Sorry to hear that. Best of Luck!
The safe looks heavy and solid - dwarven make - a little trip out the window and a drop of 20 feet or so isn't likely to open it. You can certainly try, of course....
Ulciscor followed the others into the foreman's house. He'd been mostly silent throughout the searching, though he had pulled out his book once or twice, and made some notations in it. He nodded when he saw Innocent's discovery of the journal, but still said nothing. His face, which almost always appeared slightly amused, was almost grim by comparison. While the others looked through the books, he closed his eyes, centered himself in his faith, and brought forth the guidance of his God with a small, whispered prayer. "Doom hath been brought to these people, in a way unknown unto us. Father of Justice, if we are to by Thy instruments, show unto us what we need know to bring about the appropriately flavored Retribution unto those who have earned it." Eyes still closed, Ulciscor began reviewing all of the bodies he'd seen in the camp so far, bringing each to mind, individually, and comparing them.
After a moment, his eyes opened, and Ulciscor focused his attention on the white powder. He had his suspicions, but there was more investigations to do.
Ulciscor frowned at Kevkas. "Never heard of him before. I... wouldn't touch the white stuff." He indicated the bodies and the arrangement of the detritus. "It looks as though the dust is thickest at the center of town - around the statue."
Ulciscor took Innocent's offering wordlessly, and pocketed the coins. His eyes narrowed when Lioslan returned and reported. "Let us go. We will find little evidence to help in rendering Judgement from here."
Ulciscor's eyes narrowed. "No one has asked you to forget the dead. I believe you will have assistance in delivering proper justice."
Ulciscor let his eyes travel over the area, looking for signs of danger.
Seeing Lioslan retrieve a purse from the dirt suddenly reminded Ulciscor of something, and he made a mental note to remind Innocent later that the man owed him 5 gold coins. But for now, he just nodded at the elf's words.
You know, or a guy with a +10 to Perception at level one, you'd think Ulciscor would find more stuff. I think I've made 7 Perception checks so far, and I don't think more than one of them was above a 10 on the die. *harrumph* Either the dice-bot hates high bonuses (or just me), or it's saving the good rolls for when Ulciscor loses his keys. :-)
Ulciscor gave the woman a calm, unemotional look. "I agree, Argentia, that these wolf-beasts need putting down. They have clearly caused more than a little death amongst your people. But would you allow them to cause yet more death by distracting you - and us - from the mines? How many hundreds may die, if we spend the next few days tracking and killing these beasts, and turn our backs upon those in the mines?"
"Doombringer, we seek a soul lost to us. One left to the chaos and terror of the night. If this fate is an unearned one, guide us, and grant us the ability to find them."
Ulciscor then did his best to help Dargirm find some kind of tracks.
Ulciscor shrugged. "Staying alive is a good thing." His face settled into his usual, slightly amused look as the group prepared to head out.
Ulciscor stands guard, nibbling on wandermeal, while Innocent prepares. When everyone is ready, he falls into line with the rest. "Is it possible to take the road part of the way, and then slip off into the trees before we come into sight of the guard towers?"
Once he had the wounded back inside the (relatively) safer confines of the camp, Ulciscor called once more upon his God to provide healing. "In the break of peace between moments of war, the righteous will be replenished, as the enemy bleed, and become weak."
Ulciscor nodded to Lioslan. "The Doombringer's blessing, yes. We will see if we can't manage a little more of it, in a moment." He turned to the others, "Lioslan speaks wisely. A defensive position for the rest of the night is better than fighting them in the open, and in the dark. But I suspect they may be headed for the mines, and we may not see them again before tomorrow." Once everyone was back inside the relatively safe confines of the camp, Ulciscor examined them for injuries, then brought forth the blessings of Hoar.
"It would appear that the Doombringer approves of your handiwork tonight."
Tomato, tomato....
No waning interest here. In fact, both Ulciscor and I are a little disappointed that the others ran. :-)
Seeing the bloody damage to both of the brave warriors in the group, Ulciscor came to a stop next to a copse of trees, and called forth the power of Hoar. "When thy limbs faileth, and life bleed out from thee, let thine righteous anger bring thee strength, and see Justice done, before thou shalt fall."
Although Lioslan's self-revenge had been impressive, it appeared Hoar's healing still came only grudgingly to the Elf and reckless Dwarf.
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