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You're a better GM than me, Terquem!
I did leave Beyond Fort Horizon, but primarily because (for reasons outside your control) the original very ambitious game style fell through, and when you managed to keep the game running by changing the style, I found it was a mismatch for Valind.
Nothing to do with your skill as a GM. I was impressed you managed to keep all the balls in the air, to be honest, considering what you got hit with.

"I've only ever seen him twice." the halfling shrugs apologetically "When he moved in, and just before the rocks. The first time he was getting 'the tour'. The second time I went downstairs because I heard him arguing with someone at three in the morning. I was going to yell at him, but when I discovered he was talking to himself I decided to leave the crazy guy alone."

"Is this about that adventurer downstairs, or Mr Mysterious at the bottom?" the cleric seems more curious than afraid. He also doesn't offer to let you in. "I'm afraid people here pretty much keep to themselves."

The halfling eyes the guards up and down. Given his stature is short even for a halfling this turns out to be mostly up.
"Well, hello! Can I help?"

Valind nods "He's right. Sooner we report, sooner we deliver, sooner our contract can be signed off, and sooner we can..." he catches himself "Relax with a nice beer at the local alcohol emporium"

Man. We're going to have to pay for that cow.

"We should probably get rid of the prisoners before someone sees us then..."

Valind freezes a bit as Calliope envelopes him in her hug. Despite his own belief in his relatively confident nature, he finds he is somewhat reassured when he discovers she is, in fact, clothed.

"Uh... I suppose so. I think I might have some cheese..."

Valind looks as Thikka walks on, then turns back to Minerva.

"She's right about one thing though - The church of Valindor does not accept people are born good or evil." he smiles warmly
"Just because you have horns does not mean you are a liar, thief or murderer. People can be judged only by their actions."

Aw, thanks guys.
Nice rejoinder from Thikka, though :)

Valind's jaw drops - again - as Ritmush talks. Afterwards he looks at Thikka.

"Wait... you're a woman?"

32nd! Well done! Have a nice anniversary :)

"What IS it with you. It's possible to talk to someone of the other sex without trying to sleep with them! We don't have to be segregated! I mean I don't suggest anything about the way you hang out with her!" Valind points at Minerva.

Valind, still doubting his sanity, starts to record what he's seeing in his book.
If it's a dream he might as well play along.

"So, Ms Calliope the Cow. Are you from another world as well? Actually, if you're a shapeshifter are you even a Ms? I wouldn't want to get that wrong."

He considers further "And you're not really wearing armour, are you?"

Valindor blinks a few times
"So this is what it's like to go mad." he says, in the tone of one having an epiphany.

"Hello Ms Cow." he says, pleasantly.

"Victor seems to have a good idea. We can still complete our mission, and hopefully do it tonight."

"Victor - I'm impressed. Is there much of a church of Valindor up.. er, out... yes, out there in the stars?"

Not a problem :)

Valind starts to reply to the ratfolk, but is distracted by the wagoneer's speech
"May I start by saying how much I admire your sense of honour. I myself share that sense of honour. I have been contracted to deliver this wagon to the village, and I intend to do so."
"Now if this It-Dupree of yours takes the device after I've delivered it I don't really mind. Given the circumstances it sounds like she may be in the right."
"If she tries to take it while I'm guarding it, however, there will be mayhem."

"I suppose my question is; how long do you think it will take her to send people to take it? How long have we got?"

yeah, my bad... I was sure I had intuition but couldn't see it on my sheet so I just rolled default. Should have looked up the house rule.
Would have to be two rolls anyway, but they'd need to be identified as to which thing I was doing.

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
intuition: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Valind is fascinated by the runes - he is, after all, a priest of the god of writing - and jots down a few in his book. He even flicks back through his pages to see if he can spot similar symbols. He is distracted, however, when his keenly honed lawyer skills detect the inflection in Minerva's voice.

"Are you sure?" he asks Minerva "Runes don't so much get recycled as it is that languages are related to one another. What do your symbols mean?"

"Three planets a star. Millions of stars. Thousands of Material planes... It's..." Valind struggles to express a number so large - the language simply lacks the words to do so. Only in mathematics can such a concept even be expressed. "a lot of people"

"Oh! InterPlanary" he pauses "Wait... Interplanary? You're interplanar?"

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
"Interplanetary?" Valind asks, overcome by what he's hearing.
That is not part of Valind's setting knowledge, right?

"!" the halfling grunts "Of course there has to be a trial! That's what makes it Law! Without it society simply becomes a violent anarchic contest of strength!"

Valind's face screws up in an almost comical expression of anger as the prisoner speaks

"If what you say is true, then the company is almost certainly acting outside of Aeromnian law! Violating the rights of Due Process for Aeromnian citizens, falsely imprisoning individuals, and engaging in the practice of slavery for profit are all serious charges! Heads should roll!"

"I assume there were no Valindorians present at this penal colony of yours?"

profession: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
@Terquem: What is Valind's legal opinion on what he's just heard? Assuming this bandit is not lying or exaggerating?

Hmm - watch out, it's a bit cold down here at the moment.

sense motive dc 27! +silver tongued: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8
Valind does his best to keep the disappointment from his face when the raid leader explains
"...Of Course. Good hunting!"
If I could keep her from antagonizing people I would. Hmmmm The understanding of exchange of favour and a cost benefit analysis of doing so suggests a society that value their word highly. These might make good allies, if they can convince their minion...

At this point Ritmush emerges, and Valind's face possibly falls a little further before
bluff +silver tongued: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11"Ritmush? I'm pleased to meet you."

Valind darts off towards where the voice came from, speaking clearly and confidently.

"Lorohlor! Let us talk! My name is Valind, priest of Valindor! I mean you no harm! I think the wearing of your people's skins is a terrible thing! Let us see if together we can find out how these bandits got them! "
working towards a diplomacy roll...

I like it. It says something about Thikka that when people are accused of wearing dead people's skins she automatically assumes it is her group. ;P just kidding, I promise - I got a bit confused as well

Hey Terquem,
This area effect attack requires some pretty careful placement. While
you said the monsters advance, but (I think) the map has not been updated. I get the whole separate computers thing, can you please post when the map is updated please :)
Alternatively, if I'm wrong and the map has been updated can you please tell me to open my eyes ;P
Thanks

I thought that was just out of range of Portia - my bad.
He'll 5 foot step and then channel if that is okay?

Oooh! Burn!

not a problem; do you want him to move now and then channel? There was a brief talk but that could have been shouted conversation I guess.
Otherwise Thikka (sorry Thikka) will need to have healed someone else. I'm okay with that. And Valind is indeed about to ask his god to smite this lot. For Valindor is a smitey god.

hang on - Valind spent his whole last action moving. I didn't move his icon on the map because I don't seem to have the ability to do so.

move to -C2

put on coat

My plan was to move far enough away that most of his companions are out of range and then selectively channel negative energy.

move to -C2
put on coat
Valind doubles over as the arrow slams into his lightweight shirt.
Cursing himself for taking off his armor just because it was a bit hot, Valind shrugs it on as he bolts over to stand next to Derrick.
"What's your plan?" he asks curiously.

"Let me into the front row! I've got a longspear!" Valind calls out "We do know they're hostile? Is it worth trying to negotiate? Does anyone know what language they speak?"

yeah, makes sense

Do those of us who failed the init get an action now, or later?

init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Valind will wander around away from the cart 'scouting'. In general he'll be thirty to sixty feet ahead. He'll carry his longspear and wear his coat (unless it gets hot).

Valind walks up whistling, longspear slung over his shoulder, and stops dead when he sees Thikka
"You have got to be kidding"
"Hello everyone!"
"For those who don't know me I am Valind; lawyer, medic and spiritual advisor on this little jaunt of ours."
"Sithundan! Derrick! good to see you again!"

I'm going to be WOI (With Out Internet) for two days - sorry guys.

Sorry Terquem,
missed the update post somehow.

"Jeannine has returned. If your son found something he might have taken it to her. I'm afraid I haven't heard the name Landon around, and there's not much chance I'd recognize him - perhaps you can describe him and what he is wearing?"

I'm okay I guess.

"Of course Portia, I would be happy to unpack the food."
Carefully turning to his floating platform he starts to set the food up upon it, using it as an impromptu, slightly curved table.
"Sithundan - if you want to start a small fire we may be able to have some tea."

I figured there might be a picnic on the way, but we normally gloss over travel. In fact I can well see there being an awkward silence after Thikkas comments.