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I think I may take off. I have been busy with applying to summer jobs and figuring out where I will be attending grad school. Sorry, folks.

Vlagras strains her eyes, barely seeing the rest of the group.

"Guys, I am going to need a light soon."

Vlagras quietly curses her Oracle's curse and goes beside the door frame.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4 Slip and slide Pathfinder edition!

I sense a battle coming up soon.

Vlagras takes out her longsword.

Vlagras follows Rasim and Froth.

I wonder if they are looking for the scepter in my dream

Vlagras stays close to the group while going up close to the wall to check if there are any defining features.

Whispering Vlagras says, "Should I command a light to come forth or shall I keep things dark for now."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Vlagras closes her eyes to see if she can pick up any unusual sounds.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

So my luck dried up

"I will go forth with you two. We must investigate this potentially evil act."

Vlagras lets out a snort.

""Normal" grave robber. That is a laugh. This is not normal grave robbing. Encampment to steal a few personal trickets of the poor souls that live here? I think not.

Thief, a question. What do you know about the grave that you are sitting at? Anything you overheard?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"I would feel more comfortable handing him over the local authorities, however, since this seems more then just a chicken thief problem, I think we should hand him over to the farmer to keep as many people uninvolved."

Vlagras tries to recall anything from her dream. She remembers the billowing clouds that rumbled over the area. She had a bad feeling about this grave-robber.

Vlagras pops out and casts light on her longsword to reveal the humanoid's face.

Vlagras finds a place near the chickens. Her eyesight maybe able to catch something.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

sorry got caught with school work yesterday

"I wonder if there are any neighboring hostile groups of humanoids around here"

Vlagras turns to the old man,

"Does the town or the church have any enemies?"

Diplomacy = 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"Could these tracks be some type of diversion? After all, the tracks seem to disappear in the center of town, so they could lead out of town."

]Do we have a map to look at?

"Yes I think that Gow is right, we best return to the inn after Froth here figures out if there are any tracks he can find."

Sorry busy day yesterday

Vlagras leaves the inn and catches up to the group.

Great the gnome is talking to the chickens.

Vlagras looks over the field, wondering what Rasim was talking about.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Vlagras looks embarrassed, once again assuming things that weren't there.

"Great, just made an ass of myself. I guess I will stay here, since just by entering the inn, I have started the chain of events."

Vlagras looks down at her meal and picks at her plate.

Well, maybe I should help find the chicken. It is total unrelated, probably some fox or country bandit looking for a fight to start.

"So...Do you guys want to look for the missing chicken?"

"Let's wait a few minutes to see if Blue Eyes will come down before we leave. Perhaps, he is already at the church.

Vlagras turns to the cleric.

"I will come to your church, but I will not stay the night."

Is that going to be a problem?

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Vlagras takes a deep breath.

"I had a disturbing dream last night that pointed me in the direction of this church. There was a broken scepter. I don't remember if the item was the church's or whatever, but connected to the scepter was the thundering clouds of battle and dark storm clouds.

If you wish to go to the church, I will come with you, but I do not feel safe staying over night. "

Perhaps they could be waiting for us at the church or the next place after that and then invite them on the adventure with us.

Vlagras' stomach once again turns. This is a bad sign if her dream is coming true then there are truly dark days ahead.

Rasim, Wodin, and Gow, can I talk to you in private?

Where is Froth and Blue Eyes at this moment?

Vlagras looks for a place where she could talk privately.

Perfectly fine with me. I may find the war domain a positive in this campaign.

Vlagras jolts when Almeray mentions his church. She does not know what deity the church serves and is suspicious about his intentions.

Sense Motive check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

What deity do you serve, Almeray?

Vlagras' stomach turns. Could this be part of my dream?

Vlagras stumbles out of bed. Dreams of danger and battles haunted her sleep. She dresses and heads downstairs to order something to eat.

As she enters she notices the mad gnome and the others she met the pervious night. Her stomach turns as she realizes he might be adventuring with him, given the dreams she encountered.

As she comes closer to the gnome, she hears the conversation.

Gow-Wabber the Infinitely Prolonged, ha ha. Unless he was a necromancer, gnomes aren't that much long lived so he must be madder then I thought.

Well, hello everyone. I trust everyone has had a soothing rest.

Vlagras raises her longsword,

Onward!

Just realized I have an extra skill point and I will take Spellcraft (plus it is a class skill). It is +5. I also bought a healer's kit.

Ranged:Vlagras (I have a shortbow)

I am going to switch out Doom and go for Protection from Evil. Both are level 1 spells.

If you noticed an alignment shift from CG to LG during the recruitment play, I would like to know.

Otherwise I am ready. I have classes in an hour so I won't be on until late today.

Thank you for picking me. To all that didn't get picked it was fun having a drink with you.

Vlagras sways a little to the music.

I remember when I was learning the healing arts, the bards would play on their harps for the patients. Such a world away.

The music picks up and Vlagras' face drops a little.

I wish all music was just simple, even toned as those harps. But alas it is not, that and it would get a little stale

OMG I love that song! lol

Vlagras notices the new bar patron backing up. She smirks at the human.

At least I have the guts to sit with a goblin, an orc, and a mad gnome, albeit uneasily.

Yes, do have seat. Be a fearless adventurer! Vlagras picks up her drink and thrusts it in the air.

Vlagras jumps a little at the voice of the goblin.

While I appreciate the revelations that my curse has granted me, but alas sometimes it is a bit difficult to see dangers.

She waits and studies the goblin seeing what goblin does next. Overreacting would be something Vlagras did not want to do in this situation.

Fine, just know this, gnome, words and actions have consequences regardless of your ravings.

Vlagras turns, goes back to her seat, and chugs a part of her drink.

So what brings you to this tavern in this ghost town?

Vlagras spits out her drink and stands up.

This blasted gnome is going to get us killed.

I for one will not stand for the slaughter of these players as you call them. Gods let us act with free will. Yes, they channel divine powers through our bodies, but the gods do not control our actions. This forsaken gnome is trying to plant things into our heads to turn all of us against each other.

Vlagras turns to the gnome, Gnome, what do you have to say for yourself?

Vlagras walks up to the counter and orders something to drink.

Perhaps I should move closer to these people. The dwarf did say I had a point and this talk of devotion to luck sounds interesting. Perhaps it is a new mystery, although he doesn't look much like an oracle.

Vlagras takes her drink and moves closer to the conversation, although trying to stay away from the gnome with the glowing eyes.

Sorry about my overreaction, earlier. I am Vlagras.

Vlagras looks over to the half-orc, I agree that life is in the joy of the battle, but to solely for the joy of it only misses the divine nature of it.

A tall female elf, with jet-black hair and clouded eyes, walks in the room from outside, squinting at the direction of the mad gnome jabberings.

Players? control us? What not of our gods-given freedom to act and control of our own destinies? I, for one, am not bound by these players' demands. I go freely where the battle takes me.

As she says this, Vlagras climbs on to a table, reaching out with one hand clenched in a fist.

Vlagras blinks her eyes and realizes she has overreacted yet again and climbs down from the table.

Great, that was a wonderful way to "casually" enter the scene. This gnome must have some residue of something fey in his blood, that and mind control abilities.

Vlagras scuttles to the opposite side of the room.

My elf oracle, Vlagras: