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With wide eyes, the nagaji stares in disbelief at the writing on the wall, before turning back towards his companions "Soo uuhhh.... This is revealing. Well twist ma tail and call me shocked. So it was an spirit after all.. Maybe I just have too much drinks." "Well, unless this is somekind of misslead, I think we have our first clue about all this mystery. A Necromancer nontheless, waddayaknow?" He then turns towards Quil for answers "Does this Humush Mum sounds familiar to you, by any chance?"
The days when he was just a great social butterfly were all left behind. Now, his social tact had grown so worn down that it seemed as if it had been soaked and eroded by years of drink. A'right! Let's see what we can find in here. Hopefully something useful that could lend us a hand to aid this poor soul's rest, and not something so embarassing that they wanted to keep it secret even in death... That would be hilarius.
“How tragic... At least the families of these people have someone willing to get to the bottom of it!” he says with a hearty but respectful laugh, giving the gnome a couple of heavy pats on the head. “Glad to see there are still people with their hearts in da right place. What you’re doing here is no small thing. Your efforts to fight the gnome's 'Bleaching' deserve respect. I hope yer proud of it, little Quil.” As they continue walking and making their inquiries, gulping some of his sake while we're at it, Kurobee asks: “Do we at least have an approximate number of victims? Da way it’s being described… it almost sounds like some spirit came through and drained their life and joy right out of them.” He scratches his chin thoughtfully. “There are folk tales about creatures capable of that back in Tian Xia—believe ya me.”
Noticing someone on the side he nods his head towards Kurobee And a familaiar face to boot, Greetings Kuro, its been some time, and we have a lot to catch up, maybe after the task is done, and without Hellknights to police even our drinks? huh Kurobee turns at the familiar voice before a slow grin spreads across his scaled face "Well I’ll be damned…! and this time not by a Hellknight" He lets out a low chuckle "Still alive, and still stirring trouble where you’re not supposed to, Bael? I’d have been disappointed otherwise." "Yeah… we do have catching up to do after the job over something strong, old friend" Zalkuthar takes a look at Kurobee. "We follow different lives. I'm always so caught up in my books of magic, and while I consider that great fun - as well as holy-, I don't really have time for other relaxing activites." A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Glad to see someone following a more decent path than mine. Sometimes I also wish to be able to mix book and magic, I only mix brew and bad decisions he chuckles it off I suppose we just define relax differently. Books are great. They keep your hands clean and the mind at ease. Mine usually aren’t... Buuuut experiences are always good to open the mind and walk out of zones of comfort. So if ye wanna have a drink after this and discuss about books, that would also be an enriched activity to do." “Here’s the address of Quil’s church. Or perhaps gambling hall would be a more apt description?” He hands over a folded piece of paper with an address written on it. “Quil will meet you there after you arrive in Kalsgard and show you to some of the places where bodies have been found. Oh, and Pathfinders? Things are unstable enough over there right now. Try to avoid stirring things up more than absolutely necessary, and I’ll see to it that you’re properly compensated for your troubles.” "It's our lucky day, i see.." he says after hearing about the place being a gambling hall, with a carefree and silly tone "A great place to make a lot more of bad decitions, as well as to taste the gnome's brewings. We know now where to celebrate after finishing this job, huh?" His expression then shifts, the easy grin fading into to one of cold determination. "Worry not, Venture Captain. Quil is in good hands with us. She will not stand alone in this. Whatever is behind this, Bleaching or something worse, we will find it. Face it. And we will end it."
With an unconcerned attitude, a cheerful nagaji stands tall, dressed in clothing from a distant land, similar to that usually worn by samurai. A well-worn black jinbaori, as well as a long dark hakama with red details. He doesn't seem to be carrying much luggage in his bag, other than a sacred symbol in the shape of a shuriken drenched in blood, alluding to Yaezhing, and a gourd jug of sake that he never seems to part with, and which he also tastes almost constantly. "Hey there, fellow finders of the path!" He flashes a toothy grin "Name’s Kurobee Uwabami. Ronin out of Nagajor. Used to serve the Order of the Poisoned Fang… emphasis on used to" "You can be sure that if something needs a beating, I'll be the first to give it one. I’m good in tight spaces, better in bad situations, and at my absolute best after a drink or two" He rolls one shoulder as if shaking off stiffness "Don’t worry, if you watch my back, I’ll watch yours in return. Besides, I always work best with a little bit of poison in me" He gives a short cackle, as he casually takes another sip from the seemingly endless jug, before offering some to whoever seems interested.
Hello! I'll be bringing a Fighter 8 to this, as it's the only character for this tier that I have. I still need to fill up his paizo's profile. I also have a Shifter 6, which is fun to play but still kind of weak for high-end seasons. For party composition, I don’t really mind much. From a quick glance, I think adding some casters would benefit this group, given that half of the party are full martials. But this shouldn’t discourage you from bringing something else you enjoy playing, of course I haven't played nor GMed this one neither. |
